The next morning, Su Haoyi and Sima Lantai left Ziyang and headed east.

After walking for a few days, the road was peaceful.

But the car that was pulling the luggage was pulled out that day, and it happened to be in a place where there was no village or shop in front of the village or behind.

It was almost noon and there were no other pedestrians on the road, so they had to stop for a while.

Su Haoyi and Sima Lantai got out of the car and sat on a big rock under the shade of the tree by the roadside.

Mo Tong built a pergola with his hands and looked left and right.

It took a long time to walk past someone from there. The man was in his thirties and was wearing patched coarse cloth clothes. His hands and faces were burnt in bronze. He obviously worked outside the house all year round.

Mo Tong hurriedly walked up to ask for directions, saluted the man, and asked, "Brother, please stay. I don't know if I go ahead, but there is any market or town? Our car broke down. I want to find a place to repair the car and get a tip."

The man was also very enthusiastic and said while replying to the gift: "If this guy goes sixty miles further, there will be a town. But your car breaks down and you can't easily get there. Even if you arrive, it's probably dark. It's better to go to a place with me, it's still cheaper."

"This uncle is really kind-hearted. I don't know where that place is? How far is it from?" Mo Tong asked with a smile.

Although he is young, he knows worldly style. He never takes advantage of others when he seeks others, regardless of his identity.

"Look at the mountain there? There is a name called Chisongling," the man said to Mo Tong while fanning his sleeves: "There is a mansion there, and there is a god living there. I will go there today to burn incense. You may as well go there, just spend a few dollars to eat. If you are willing, you may as well burn incense sticks, so you can see a living god if you are lucky."

"I don't know what to call this brother? Could it be that there is a temple on the mountain?" Su Haoyi asked from the side.

In ordinary temples, as long as you are willing to donate some incense, you will be treated with vegetarian food. However, the monks in the temple will not be called gods, so Su Haoyi felt a little strange.

"I dare not be a villain. The villain is called Bian Chun. The young master misunderstood. That is not a temple." The middle-aged man first bent down to Su and bowed to him before answering: "There was originally a private job. The official surnamed Lou is a famous rich man in our local area. He lives there on weekdays to cultivate one's own character, but later he was called Chisong Xian. He passed by here and visited Lou Yuanwai. When Lou Yuanwai hit it off, he left him to live there. This immortal has the art of immortality. Lou Yuanwai humbly asked for advice, so he taught the method of cultivation. Sure enough, within a few years, Lou Yuanwai was really reborn!

After that, he saw through the world and left the place to travel. Chisongxian stayed, saying that he wanted to save those who were destined to be. He still lived in Lou Yuanwai's house, but now it has been changed into Chisongxian Mansion. The mountain was not originally called this name, but it has been changed in recent years."

After hearing his words, Su Haoyi asked Sima Lantai: "Young Master, are there really immortal people in the world?"

Sima Lantai said: "A person has his own life and death. How can there be immortal people!"

"Young Master, you can't say that." Bian Chun waved his hand quickly after hearing this: "Since ancient times, there have been people who have become immortals and become enlightened, and that is something that ordinary people cannot compare with. The immortal Chisong has infinite magic power, and he himself has a long hair and a childish face. Isn't this a technique to rejuvenate the child?"

"Brother Bian, what are you doing there? Are you also seeking the art of immortality?" Su Haoyi certainly could not let Sima Lantai argue with him, and Sima Lantai was not willing to do it.

This man must have been deceived. I don’t know what kind of charlatans pretend to be a god here, so that the local people regard him as a god.

"I don't have that wisdom!" Bian Chun scratched his head embarrassedly, and his black face flushed: "I went there just to ask my mother for a prescription. She was very unhappy these days. I went to Chi to burn incense from his ancestors and asked for a meal above the sea for my mother."

"So this person can also see a doctor?" Su Haoyi was curious: "Can his medicine work?"

"Immortals naturally have great magical powers and can only live forever. Can't they still be sick?" Bian Chun said: "But his prescription is about fate. Those who are destined to take natural medicine and those who are not destined to be cured. If you take no fate, you will not be useful. There is another saying that sincerity will make you feel good."

When Su Haoyi heard this, he became more and more convinced that the man was a charlatan.

If he is really a god, why should he gain fame here? What he said about immortality, rejuvenation, and even treating people is just a way to make money.

"Young master, do you want to go and see it? We can't move here either." Su asked Sima Lantai with a good smile, and then whispered: "If he can expose his true face, it will be considered to be a benefit to the people here."

Although Sima Lantai didn't say anything, he had already stood up.

Su Haoyi knew that he actually hated evil and hated people who cheated the most.

A few people were left to watch the car, and the rest followed Bian Chun to Chisongling.

When I walked up to it, it was indeed a big mountain.

The plants and trees are lush and quiet, and it is indeed a good place to cultivate one's own character.

The house was built on the hillside, and stone steps were built from the foot of the mountain. There should be people walking here often, and the steps were polished very brightly. It can be seen that the Chisong Immortal has gathered many believers.

When they walk up, they will occasionally meet people who come down from the mountain. Some people look happy, while others look sad.

Bian Chun whispered: "The one who laughed must have been accepted as an apprentice by the immortal, and can practice the art of immortality. The one who has bitter face has no immortal roots and cannot practice at all."

"Brother Bian, aren't the governments here asking?" Su asked kindly.

"To be honest, the county magistrate here is also a disciple of the immortal." Bian Chun said: "Now he practices with the immortals all day long, so he doesn't stay in the yamen anymore."

"The county magistrate is not in the yamen, what should the people do if they have something to do?" Su Haoyi couldn't help but feel ridiculous.

"If there is no big deal, it's fine if the master mediates it. If there is anything important, come here," Bian Chun said: "We locals all know."

"Ha, then this Chisongling is really amazing," Su smiled kindly: "With the birth, old age, sickness and death of the people, this Chisong Immortal is almost becoming the local emperor here."

After finally climbing up the mountain, it was indeed a house in the eldest son. There were many people outside, and it seemed that they were asking for the Chisong Immortal.

There is a big incense burner at the door. Everyone who comes here will have to go to the doorman next to you to ask for incense. The incense can be thick and thin, and the price is different.

Bian Chun went to invite a three-foot-long incense stick, which cost a full liang of silver.
Chapter completed!