Chapter 448: Chance Encounter in the Mountains! Daoist Ancestor Zhang Daoling

Late night.

Floating clouds roll mist, bright moon flows light.

Long Hu Shan, towering over the earth, sleeping in the night.

The undulating mountain trend is like a tiger crouching and a dragon coiling, the Luxi River winding across, like a jade belt.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhang Fan carries his luggage, stopping to look back, his face normal.

He wandered for a day, spent 180 yuan on the ticket, and ultimately gained nothing.

Zhang Wuming said that the current Long Hu Shan is no longer the Long Hu Shan of the past.

Even the Daoist temple and palace complex on the mountain were built later, as for the old site and the original mountain gate, they were long lost in the 【Daoist Gate Great Calamity】 eighty years ago, and even experts at the Three Tian Shi realm cannot find the path that once existed.

Zhang Fan wandered in the mountains for a day, visited all the scenic spots, and even like he did on Mount Zhenwu back then, did not take the usual path, specifically picking small paths in the mountains, or even places without paths, climbing cliffs, wandering in the mountains and forests, and only went down the mountain in the second half of the night.

"It really is plain and unremarkable." Zhang Fan cannot help but say.

The phenomenon in the mountains now cannot even compare to Mount Luo.

In other words, the current Long Hu Shan is no longer the real Long Hu Shan; where is there still the phenomenon of the first mountain of the Daoist gate!?

"What exactly is the Daoist Gate Great Calamity?" Zhang Fan whispers.

The human red dust is both true and false, and the perception of the mortal five senses is most easily confused by appearances.

Even if the Nascent Soul awakens and can observe a different world, what is seen is still limited; the higher the realm, the more different the world seen.

Three Tian Shi, that is already the realm of heaven and man as one.

Such an existence unexpectedly cannot break through the mysteries in Long Hu Shan and find the old site of the former mountain gate!?

"I don't know if my dad found it back then." Zhang Fan thinks to himself.

Ten years ago, their whole family came back once, which was also the time Zhang Fan first fought Li Changgeng, entered the Great Night Without Light, and cultivated the Divine Division Method.

That time, only Zhang Lingzong went into Long Hu Shan.

"Let's go back first."

Zhang Fan stands at the bus stop; at this point, let alone a car, one cannot even see a shadow of a person.

He walks along the road, and his phone is almost out of power.

Finally, on the side of the road ahead, about two kilometers away, one can vaguely see light.

Now, Zhang Fan's Life Merit is great success, and his eyesight can tell that it is a village.

Zhang Fan crosses the guardrail on the side of the highway and walks toward the light; after a while, he arrives at that village.

He looks down at his phone, only 17% power left, and the time shows 23:58.

At this hour, the village is terrifyingly quiet, every household is pitch black, and only one household at the entrance of the village has lights on.

Zhang Fan walks over, and the doors and windows of that household are all open, the dim yellow light spilling out.

A big yellow dog is tied in the courtyard; seeing someone coming, it barks twice, echoing in this cold and quiet night, appearing particularly harsh.

"The thirteenth chapter, the gunshot at Lexington rings, eight years of wolf smoke, King of North America..."

Just at this moment, a broadcast sound comes from the room, accompanied by "shala shala" electronic noise.

"In the 38th year of Qianlong, the thirteen colonies of North America suffered long-term harsh governance from the British court; outside Lexington village, a gunshot broke the long sky, heroes of the world rose together, and the thirteen states all harbored the ambition to resist the British. A poem praises: Why don't men carry Wu hooks, to collect the thirteen states of North America..."

"Excuse me, is anyone there?" Zhang Fan stands outside the courtyard gate and calls out.

There is no response from the room, only the noisy broadcast sound continues.

"In the 41st year of Qianlong, Washington with the cherry god axe, Jefferson the wonderful pen scholar, Stephen the iron-mouthed litigation king, Adams the green-eyed gun king, etc., gathered in Philadelphia to participate in the great cause of resisting the British..."

Zhang Fan looks, walks into the courtyard, and bypasses the big yellow dog tied in the corner.

Walking into the door, he discovers that this room is actually a small tavern, with only two tables, and one table still has a broken leg.

The old counter emits a moldy smell of wood, looking older than Zhang Fan's father.

Beside the counter is a large wine vat; in the old days, people would buy wine to drink, and this large vat of wine was enough for all the alcoholics in the village to drink for a whole year.

At this time, an old man sits in front of the wine vat, fiddling with that antique-like radio.

He has white hair, wearing an old long gown in the middle of summer, head down, as if he did not see Zhang Fan enter.

"Grandpa... Grandpa..."

Zhang Fan walks to the front, calls twice, and knocks on the counter.

At this time, the white-haired old man seems to have just heard, turns off the radio, and lifts his head.

"Hmm? Young man, when did you come in?"

"Sorry, Grandpa, I called at the door just now, you didn't hear." Zhang Fan smiles lightly: "I got lost, temporarily no car to go back, want to rest my feet here."

"Sit wherever you want." The white-haired grandpa glances, seeming to be used to young people like Zhang Fan who get lost.

Zhang Fan looks back; this old and broken room seems to have only one table left to sit at.

"You young people... all day long, how can there be so many gods for you to find."

The white-haired grandpa shakes his head and continues to fiddle with his antique radio.

"Looking for gods?" Zhang Fan says casually.

"This is Long Hu Shan, the Daoist temple of Zhang Tianshi, there were gods here before... often there are young people like you wandering around in the mountains in the middle of the night."

"Gods... how can there be so many gods in this world?" The white-haired grandpa says lightly.

"I have lived here since I was a child, if there were gods, why haven't I seen them?"

"Grandpa, how old are you?" Zhang Fan's heart moves, and he cannot help but ask.

"Eighty-one."

"Eighty-one!? You have lived here since you were born?"

"Since I was born, I have never left." The white-haired grandpa says lightly.

"Then you have lived here for so long, have you seen any strange phenomena in this Long Hu Shan, or any legends?" Zhang Fan pursues.

"Strange phenomena? What strange phenomena could there be? Young man, the most you should do now is uninstall the tomato in your phone." The white-haired grandpa says.

"..."

Zhang Fan is speechless; Tomato is a novel reading app, he never expected an eighty-year-old grandpa to know even this.

"However, I heard my dad say that the year I was born, Long Hu Shan suffered a disaster, that thunder was terrifying, falling down with a crash, and later the mountain collapsed." The white-haired grandpa stops his movements, a look of reminiscence rising in his turbid pupils.

"Later, the old people in the village said that this mountain was different from before, saying that a hole had leaked, leading straight to the Yellow Springs Road, many people went in and never came out, as days passed, no one went up the mountain, and no Daoists came down..."

"It wasn't until after the founding of the country that the local area reorganized it and it became the scenic spot it is now."

Zhang Fan listens, silent.

That should have been eighty years ago, the Daoist Gate Great Calamity.

Since then, the Long Hu Shan mountain gate has been closed, and the Zhang family has also left this first mountain of the Daoist gate, thus north and south were transmitted separately.

"Is anyone there?"

Just at this moment, a clear and gentle voice comes from outside.

Zhang Fan looks up, the grandpa still keeps his head down, as if he did not hear.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Outside, the voice echoes again.

"Grandpa, someone is calling outside." Zhang Fan has to remind him.

"Then let her in."

"..."

Zhang Fan curls his lips and greets: "Come in."

In the night, under the moonlight, a beautiful figure walks into the courtyard and steps into the dim yellow light.

It is a woman, about twenty years old, her sporty attire setting off her hot figure even more attractively, and her beautiful face makes the big yellow dog stop barking.

She carries a bag and walks into the room.

"Is there anything to eat?" The woman walks to the table, puts down her backpack, sits down on her own, looks at Zhang Fan, and asks.

"Er... I am not a waiter." Zhang Fan shrugs.

"Er... sorry." The woman is stunned for a moment, then somewhat embarrassed.

"Grandpa, someone is asking if there is anything to eat."

"Heard it, I'm not deaf."

The grandpa gets up, takes out a plate of peanuts and a plate of pig head meat from under the counter, and sends it over.

"Little girl, in the middle of the night, why are you alone outside, and you are a girl, it's easy to meet bad people."

As he speaks, the grandpa intentionally or unintentionally glances at Zhang Fan.

"..."

"It's okay, I have a big heart." The woman's mouth lifts slightly, revealing a friendly smile.

"Only these are left." The grandpa puts down the vegetable plate.

"How much?" The woman asks.

"Two hundred and eighty." ===== CHAPTER 449 =====