Chapter 483: Immortal's Cave

A woodcutter, of course, would not cut along the road.

Often having to go to places far from the road, to places where the forest is deep and the grass is heavy, sometimes when he couldn't find suitable firewood elsewhere, he even had to go into the deep mountains, to the edge of the cliff.

It is precisely because of this that in the human world under the mountain, so many stories have been spread about woodcutters meeting monsters in the deep mountains, getting lost in the mountains and unable to walk out, and being trapped on cliffs and unable to come down.

Why can he meet him in these places?

And the winter chill is getting deeper and deeper, heavy snow seals the mountain, the road is difficult to walk, he is forced by hunger and cold, forced by life, so he has to go up the mountain to cut firewood every day. In this kind of weather, without other things, why does he have to come out of the deep mountain once every day?

Plus the people around him, it's too strange.

Strange things happened again—

When he had such doubts in his heart, it was just like the plot in the stories of gods, immortals, demons, and ghosts in the human world, he didn't meet that person for many days in a row.

He even started to feel unaccustomed.

Sometimes when tired of cutting firewood, during the break, he would involuntarily look around in all directions of the mountain, wanting to see if a figure would suddenly walk out from the depths of the dense forest.

Sometimes sitting alone in the mountain, he would suddenly feel a bit lonely, even if he continued to sing loudly, he felt it was a bit lacking. Then suddenly he jumped up from the ground he was sitting on, because he suddenly remembered that in one of their chats, that person had told him that the barren wooden piles in the mountain might be the seats of mountain gods and mountain spirits, and people going up the mountain couldn't sit casually.

This really passed for many days.

Not counting the time, not only the gods and immortals in the mountain; the people trapped by hunger and cold life under the mountain, also had no time to count how many days they had lived.

Only knowing that these days were longer.

One day, cutting firewood until noon, finally gathering a load of good firewood, he sat on the firewood to take a break, looking at the snow scenery in the dense forest, the sunlight shining through the snow branches, feeling drowsy, but he still had to carry the firewood down the mountain and walk dozens of miles, selling it to people in the city before dark. Sitting down at this time was just a short break.

Only had to sing to refresh his spirit, recite books to clarify his ambition:

"This mountain has clouds and rosy light...

"Rise early in the morning, sleep late at night, old age is easy to reach, cherish this time... When speaking, trust is first, fraud and delusion, how can it be...

"..."

Suddenly a voice sounded behind him:

"Little friend is reciting books?"

The young lad was startled, hurriedly turning his head.

Only then did he discover that, who knew when, someone had already stood not far behind him, snow branches covering the top of his head, blocking the dazzling sunlight at noon, and ice strips reflecting light, a bit dazzling.

Only him alone today.

The young lad couldn't help but look behind him.

Behind was deep mountain snow, with a string of footprints, but no road.

The young lad confirmed it, there was indeed no road. Because when he had doubts, he discovered one thing, which was that all along, he seemed to have an illusion that this person always walked down from the mountain to meet him, and he stopped in the middle of the road to talk to him, just like those literati seeking immortals, but later he realized that many times, the place where he was had no road.

Yet at this time, he didn't know what to say, only scratching his head, answering awkwardly:

"Long, long time no see..."

"Busy building my house these days, no free time."

"I, I am a bit sleepy, recite two sentences of books, will go down the mountain in a while."

"Taught by the teacher before?"

"Yes."

"Di Zi Gui is good."

"Hmm..."

"Little friend..."

That person looked at him, smiled slightly, as if seeing through him at once: "Any concerns and worries?"

The young lad hurriedly lowered his head and then quietly raised his eyes to look at him.

Fear and embarrassment were probably the latter.

The former was human nature. In the human world under the mountain, there were too many stories circulating about meeting immortals, demons, and ghosts in the deep mountains.

The latter was because, this person had met him who knew how many times, had never harmed him, had always been gentle and polite, had even given him meat pies, cared about his clothing, and when he accidentally fell and was injured, told him what herbs in this mountain could heal him, yet he suspected him so much, which made him feel ashamed and guilty.

"Just say it."

"You... are you human or..." The young lad stammered, "Immortal... or monster..."

Yet he saw that person hearing this, not surprised, but laughing:

"What do you think I look like?"

Just this sentence, the young lad was stunned.

He was not a dull person.

Strange people met in the deep mountains, chatting with you by fate, appearing like ghosts, when you ask if he is human, demon, or immortal, he is not surprised, but laughs and asks you back. Doesn't this kind of thing happen in the immortal stories circulating under the mountain?

Didn't expect that he also walked into it.

The young lad was even more at a loss:

"I... I think you don't look like a bad person... nor a bad monster or ghost..."

"Don't look like a human either?"

"A bit like, like an immortal, also a bit like a monster."

"Why?"

"You look like an immortal," the young lad gathered his courage, "but the people around you, sometimes a girl, sometimes an adult, sometimes an old man, look like monsters."

"Haha!" Lin Jue felt this person was quite smart, "It? It is indeed a monster."

"Ah?"

The young lad was completely scared.

"Little friend, why be surprised? If I wanted to harm you, why wait until now? Just feel that I have a fate with you, the mountain songs you sing in the mountain remind me of my past."

"I, I am not afraid, I am going down the mountain."

"Really not afraid?"

"I just, rested enough, going down the mountain," the young lad said stutteringly, and added, "I will come here to cut firewood tomorrow."

"The small trees, dead branches, and side branches of big trees nearby are almost cut clean by you, why not go into the deep mountain to cut?"

That person pointed in a direction toward him.

The young lad looked in that direction.

Of course, in his eyes, there were only deep mountains and dense forests, heavy snow and thin mist. Who knew that in the depths of that mountain, on the cliff, a huge six-tailed white fox was digging out the mountain wall.

"There are monsters in the deep mountain."

After the young lad finished speaking, he heard that person reply:

"Rest assured, there are no monsters. I live in the deep mountain, I promise you, there are no monsters that harm people in this mountain."

After saying this, he paused:

"Otherwise, you would only have to cut these big trees. They haven't grown so big easily, how many years of wind, frost, rain, and dew, sun and moon essence, it's a pity to be cut and sold to people as firewood."

After speaking, he walked down.

The young lad stood in place, his expression dull, his heart deep in thought.

Only then did he discover—

This person still hadn't told him whether he was a monster or an immortal.

In front of the Fengshan Hongye Guan, on the white clouds, there was an extra exquisite and elegant three-story pavilion.

Standing beside were a fox and a Daoist, and on the platform in front of the Daoist temple behind stood a ten-year-old female Daoist child and a Caili cat, all looking up.

Don't look at it as just a pavilion, but under the careful design of the old Valley Master, it had a bit of the majesty and solemnity of a divine palace. It was higher than all the great halls and pavilions of the Fengshan Hongye Guan. The original two-story pavilion of the Fengshan Hongye Guan only reached the height of its first floor. After three floors, it was almost comparable to a seven-story Buddhist pagoda in the human world. As for the floor area, it had reached the point where the platform in front of the Fengshan Hongye Guan couldn't hold it.

Only had to be placed on the clouds.

Fortunately, it was made of long-lived wood that had achieved the Dao, which itself had strangeness, supplemented by the immortal's refining and immortal spells, it could float in the air and sit on the clouds.

If Lin Jue continued to refine it, it could be even larger. And this was not a bean soldier, no residual soul, no need to consider the size and the matching of the residual soul's body type. With the texture of the Queen Mother of the West's residual body fragments, it was enough to support it to be refined to the size of a mountain, but he himself didn't need it so big, and it would reduce its sturdiness, so it didn't make much sense.

This was the house Lin Jue built in the past few days.

Zhang Ziyun and Caili were both dull.

Only saw that Uncle Master stretched out a hand, and that palace pavilion quickly shrank, becoming like a pill, falling into his hand.

And he only then stepped back, asking them:

"How?"

"Meow~"

"So big! So beautiful!" Zhang Ziyun answered truthfully, "But there are no tiles on the roof!"

"Put tiles later."

"Only one room!"

"Others will be built later."

"Where to put it?"

"Go! I'll take you to see!"

"Hmm?"

Zhang Ziyun looked at this Uncle Master.

"Don't you always want to try what it feels like to fly in the sky? Let you experience it!"

"!??"

The little girl opened her eyes wide in an instant.

Only saw this Uncle Master summon, and a white cloud separated from the rolling white clouds in the distance, floating under Uncle Master's feet, then Uncle Master waved his sleeve—

A clear breeze rolled over, passing through her waist, legs, and feet, supporting every part of her body, bringing gentle power, letting her slowly leave the ground.

This was completely different from being lifted up or held up by others, and it was not the same as being blown down by a strong wind. She didn't even notice it, only when she found that there was nothing under her feet, looking down, she discovered that she had already left the ground and was slowly rising.

The cloud under Uncle Master's feet was also slowly rising.

At first, it was a few feet off the ground, feeling interesting.

By the time it was as high as the roof of the Daoist temple's great hall, she started to feel novel watching her own Fengshan Hongye Guan from a different angle.

By the time she flew as high as Uncle Master riding the white cloud, the rolling cloud sea in the distance was under her feet, the Daoist temple roof below made her feel strange, the fox turned into a crow, the Caili turned into a sparrow, both flapping their wings and flying in circles around her, even the distance in the distance seemed lower than her.

"Are you ready?"

The Uncle Master beside her asked her again.

The little girl was still a bit dull, only feeling something was wrong.

In the next instant—

"Hoo!"

The hurricane roared, carrying her up into the sky.

"Wow!!??"

The little girl couldn't help but shout.

The sound of the wind wailed in her ears, mountain mist passed through her side in wisps, wetting her hair tips. The mountain top where her Daoist temple was located originally looked like this, and this piece of Fengshan also seemed to have changed its appearance.

It was both incredibly exciting and novel.

And this feeling of not being able to control where she was going at all, not needing to exert force at all, just as if flying along with the wind, was exactly the same as the feeling of flying in a dream.

Yes—

This was also a feeling she couldn't experience following Master.

Not long after, they stopped in front of a mountain.

This was the layers of green mountains in the depths of Fengshan arranged from high to low, one could imagine the overlapping mountain shadows at dawn and dusk, heavy snow made the mountain forest crystal clear, the mist in the mountain was misty, like a fairyland, and one could imagine its dreaminess when it was filled with morning sun and evening light at dawn and dusk.

In the middle was another high mountain, one side of the high mountain was a vertical cliff, and the upper end of the cliff was dug out of a wall cave.

Looking at the shape of the wall cave, it matched the palace pavilion of Uncle Master on the cloud layer just now.

It was just that the wall cave was only half.

It was half of the pavilion split from top to bottom.

Then Zhang Ziyun watched with her own eyes as her senior uncle spread his hands, and the bean in his palm flew out, transforming in the wind into a classical pavilion that flew toward the cliff cave, embedding itself right into the cave.

Half of the pavilion was in the mountain, and half was hanging outside.

Ancient pines on the cliff extended branches, just at the window of the second floor of the pavilion, as if shading the pavilion and welcoming guests. There was mist in the mountain floating under the pavilion, like auspicious clouds.

If someone lived in this place, it must be a god.

The little girl couldn't help but think, if a woodcutter or medicine man from under the mountain accidentally entered here and saw this place, what kind of surprise would be in his heart.

She also couldn't help but think, how would she come up here in the future. ===== CHAPTER 484 =====