On the third day after escaping from the Immortal King's City, we stayed at Heming Mountain.

We had no idea that the Immortal King's City was so large that it could span an urban area. When we moved in the underground ancient city, we only felt that its scale was very large, but it was only majestic. But when we got out of the tomb where the silkworm sarcophagus was placed,

Below, after coming out of a tunnel discovered, it is already located near Shudao Jiange.

It seems that there is a wormhole between the royal city and the surface, which can shrink the ground to an inch.

After leaving the Immortal City, we met Li Mingya who had returned from Heimiao on the way down the mountain. Thanks to her, we were able to stay and recuperate temporarily in Heming Mountain.

We stayed at the disciple courtyard of Heming Mountain Daomen for three days. During these three days, I hardly saw Er Pang.

As soon as he heard that Er Fat was in a bad mood, Tao Weiyang rushed over from Qingcheng overnight. Tao Weiyang had been taking care of Er Fat these days.

During lunch, Ah Hui specially left the chicken drumsticks that he usually loved for Erpang.

We didn’t see much of Liu Sa in the morning, but at noon he brought back delicious dishes from outside. They were all precious dishes such as bird’s nest, shark’s fin, abalone and sea cucumber. We shared half of it and left the rest to Erpang for him.

Eat well.

"Oh, no one is quarreling with me. It's really lonely. The beauties on the mountain are all cold and boring." We chatted while eating at noon, and Liu Sa complained non-stop.

However, the monk still wolfed down his food, but he was a monk and he couldn't enjoy the vegetables Liu Sa bought. He could only stare at our delicacies, which he only had a simple meal.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The monk wiped his mouth and suddenly stood up: "Okay."

"Have you eaten?" I asked him casually.

But he shook his head: "It's time, and it's time for Donor Zhang to come out."

We looked at each other, not understanding what he meant.

At this time, a burly man suddenly ran in from the door. He came to our table, sat down without saying a word, picked up my bowl and chopsticks and swept away the leftovers on the table.

Light.

After a while, facing our surprised gazes, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and burped.

The monk next to him had moved out of the way early and was standing next to the dining table, watching with a smile.

We stared dumbfoundedly at the second fat man who rushed in. Tao Weiyang, who came in shortly after, gave a wry smile.

The second fat man sat there and moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Every one of us who dares to move is waiting for him to speak.

Finally he spoke: "Brothers, I understand."

"Know what?"

We are puzzled by his vague declaration.

"I know what my grandfather, your grandfather, and all the other religions and people in Tongyuan are looking for."

We looked at each other, then passed our eyes to Erpang, waiting for his conclusion.

"In the Kunlun realm of the Western Mountains, thousands of dragons return to their ancestors. What they are looking for is the Kunlun Mountains."

Liu Sa put her mobile phone on the table: "You still need to look for it in Kunlun Mountain? Du Niang and Song Niang will satisfy you."

Erpang pushed his phone: "It's not the Kunlun Mountains, it's the real West Kunlun."

Ah Hui didn't understand: "Is there any truth or falsehood in Kunlun Mountain?"

I said: "The current Kunlun Mountains are indeed different from the mythical and legendary West Kunlun. So far, the exact location of the Kunlun Mountains recorded in ancient pre-Qin books such as Shan Hai Jing and Shui Jing Zhu is a mystery.

The Kunlun Mountains that we know as the national border today was also the place designated by the emperors of the Han Dynasty after Zhang Qian passed through the Western Regions.

But both the terrain in the record and the surrounding appearance are different from that of Kunlun Mountain."

Er Pang nodded in agreement: "According to my grandfather's archaeological records, the real fairyland Kunlun does not exist. The Yanwei Gu in Bashu proves that the dragon veins in the world and Kunlun in the West Mountain do exist.

But thousands of years ago, the mountain was closed due to a heavy snowfall, and no one can find the real West Kunlun again.

And everyone who knows where West Kunlun is is either dead or will never speak out.

Originally, this matter had faded out of people's sight, until a few decades ago, Tongyuan claimed to have found a person who could live forever. This person had been to West Kunlun. However, he only revealed some clues and died.

This was also the source of civil strife among the three religions and nine streams decades ago."

This is the most shocking truth we've ever heard.

"In other words, people who have been to West Kunlun can live forever? No wonder Tongyuan went to such trouble." Liu Sa crossed his arms and thought.

Erpang raised his eyebrows: "What? You don't know?"

"Me? Why should I know?" Liu Sa immediately realized after retorting, "Is this the secret that the Ninth Family protects?"

"This should only be part of it." Monk Que, who had been silent until now, suddenly interrupted, "But it is true that the whole thing has something to do with West Kunlun."

Erpang spread out a map on the table and pointed at Wushan in Chongqing: "Back then, my grandfather was trying to track down what happened in West Kunlun. Not only him, but during that time, more than a dozen scientific expedition teams were sent out to search.

But only my grandfather and others found clues, but unfortunately they all died before they could find West Kunlun."

I patted Erpang on the back to comfort him.

The Erpang sighed and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, pointing to the Three Gorges Waterway: "Next we are going to Wushan, which is the last place related to West Kunlun that we know of so far, and according to my grandfather, the last thing to cure the poison.

Fang Zi is also probably in Wushan."

"What's the basis for this?"

"Look at this." Erpang took out the notebook left by his grandfather. There was a mural cut out of it.

The painting above shows a fairy descending from the sky, with countless huge snakes bowing to her. One of the largest snakes holds up the fairy. On both sides of the snake are tens of thousands of mountains, and below is the rapid water.

Among the snakes, there are six people worshiping the goddess. The leader is said to be the ancestor of the Ba people, and the other five are the five leaders of the ancient Ba people tribe.

"And here." He turned a page.

The next two murals depict a snake-tongued elephant, and another depicts a white tiger with long wings.

I was stunned and remembered the white tiger stone statue I saw upstream of Cancong Tomb. It seems that the reason why the white tiger stone statue appeared in Shu was to hint at the inextricable connection between Bashu and Shu.

In other words, the two countries of Bashu and Bashu once worked together to refine Yanwei Gu.

Therefore, the white tiger, a totem worshiped by the Ba people, appeared in Shu.

"Then it seems we have to go to Wushan." We reached a consensus and packed our luggage immediately when we got back.

After bidding farewell to Tao Weiyang and Li Mingya in a hurry, we immediately set off for the Three Gorges.

According to the route provided in Er Fat Grandpa's notes, we cannot go directly south into Chongqing, but need to go east to Daba Mountain first.

According to legend, there was a snake named Yanwei in ancient times. It was huge and could directly connect heaven and earth, so it was used as a Babel tower similar to Fuso.

Until Emperor Ku used the Jedi Heavenly Power to cut off the direct passage between humans and gods, the first thing he did was to kill Yan Wei.

Daba Mountain was transformed into the bones of Yanwei after his death. Because its name is also called Daba Snake, it is named Daba Mountain.

Daba Mountain stretches for thousands of miles and is steep.

Climbing a mountain is by no means a half-day effort, but there are many ways to go up the mountain.

During the Anti-Japanese War in the last century, Daba Mountain served as a barrier between Hanzhong and the Bashu area and served as a line of defense against the enemy. The predecessors left many paths sufficient to climb the mountain.

But which one is most suitable is a question we have to consider.

Since we want to find the mystery of Wushan, it is the easiest way to take the route that Er Fat Grandpa took.

But we must take a long detour on this road. First we must find the Gumicang Road in Bazhong area.

This road is said to have been the granary transport road that used to connect Hanzhong and Northeast China, extending in all directions.

From here you can go northeast, directly to Shaanxi, or you can go sideways to Daba Mountain.

When we passed Micang Mountain, we discovered an underground tunnel excavated here by another archaeological team led by Zhang Peng.

Digging this road is actually very time-consuming, even more tiring than walking directly on the mountain road, but it is extremely convenient for those of us who are following in the footsteps.

It seems that Zhang Peng realized a long time ago that he could not find out everything about the whole matter, so he left a way out for Er Pang.

But how could he be sure that Er Pang could find his notes?

It seems that things are very complicated.

At the end of the secret passage in Micang Mountain, it does not lead directly to Wushan, but opens an exit at a mountain pass in Bashan.

It was getting late now, and it was impossible to continue going out of the mountain.

We can only camp here.

At night, it suddenly started to rain lightly.

This can be said to be a coincidence.

Although we were rushing in the tunnel all day, the sun was still shining brightly when we went out.

At night it suddenly started to rain.

We lit a portable stove in the tent, and the five of us huddled together, which suddenly made us feel warm.

"You asked me if my return date has not yet been announced, and the night rain in Bashan fills the autumn pond. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together, but say it rains in Bashan at night." Monk Luo Que suddenly recited Li Shangyin's "The Night Rain Sends to the North".

It is indeed very appropriate.

However, I later learned that the Bashan mentioned by Li Shangyin was actually not Daba Mountain but Jinyun Mountain in ancient times.

"Speaking of which, although this is not Bashan in ancient times, it is somewhat related to Bashan, which is now Jinyun Mountain." Monk Luoque suddenly said.

"Relationship? What relationship?"

"Well - this story is quite long, where do I start?" Monk Luoque leaned back against the pillow, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, "There are many theories about the origin of Bashan, but the only one who tells it now is

There is only one mountain connecting the Bashan Mountain and the Jinyun Mountain."

"It is said that a long time ago, there lived two clans in Jinyun Mountain, one named Ba and the other Cong. The two clans were very harmonious. There was a stone cave where they lived, and there was a spring in the cave, which was said to be divine water.

One sip can cure all diseases.
Chapter completed!