Sun Daoren followed Master Huang on his treasure hunt and gained quite a lot.
The two of them had a tacit understanding and acted separately without widening the distance. Taoist Sun was afraid of being too far away from Master Huang. If he encountered danger, he would not be able to get out of trouble with his meager skills. Master Huang did not want to do this.
A tall and thin Taoist man who came to the door took the initiative and ran away after getting a valuable treasure.
Taoist Sun was in a two-story pavilion. Many other books in his collection had been reduced to ashes. He found a Taoist secret book that could not be opened and read. It still emitted colorful light. Even if it was wrapped in a Taoist robe, it still overflowed with precious light.
Taoist Sun could not recognize any of those ancient gold-lettered seal scripts. There was no way he could do anything about it. Only the Immortal Master with the orderly inheritance of the sect's head genealogy could have access to those ancient seal script texts that had been lost for a long time.
After meeting Master Huang, Sun Daoren felt a little embarrassed. The treasure was too good, but it was also troublesome.
Master Huang smiled and pretended to turn a blind eye.
Sun Daoren asked: "Is Brother Huang lucky enough to get it?"
Master Huang nodded, "Not bad."
The two separated again, each seeking other heavenly and earthly treasures and immortal artifacts.
Master Huang moved even later, glanced at the back of the tall and thin Taoist, and his smile became even stronger.
Master Huang had previously seen two dead skeletons sitting in a pavilion talking with each other. There was a chessboard carved on the stone table. There were only seventeen vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard. The two sides were playing chess on the chessboard to the final stage. Master Huang had no idea how to play chess.
His interest was just to see so many chess pieces placed on the chess board and to know that the two sides were not far away from victory. Unfortunately, Master Huang was too lazy to take another look at the chess board.
In the small pavilion, Master Huang not only got two robes, but also the two jars of chess pieces. The chess pieces had natural curves. Master Huang couldn't identify the material, but under the light, the crystal clear white pieces showed a faint golden color.
, only the center of the sunspot is opaque, and under the light, a green halo ripples. Anyone who is not blind can see the preciousness of the chess pieces.
The two robes were still severely damaged, but the two jars of chess pieces were a blessing in disguise. Like ordinary stones soaked in mountains and running water for thousands of years, they became more delicate and rounded, which was a joy to see.
When Master Huang collected the black and white chess pieces from the stone chessboard, the white pieces were so hot that it made Master Huang's soul feel like they were being burned, while the black pieces were bone-chilling cold. After twisting the two black and white chess pieces and quickly throwing them into the chess jar, Master Huang found that his fingers were not even at all.
With the scars, Master Huang was extremely pleasantly surprised. This chess pot must be a magic weapon of high quality. Ordinary offensive spiritual weapons, if the monk sacrificed them with all his strength, might be able to damage the body of a Golden Body warrior, but it would not be able to shake Huang.
Master Huang's soul, and this chess piece, just lifting it and holding it for a moment made Master Huang unwilling to hold on to the chess pieces for a long time.
From this, Master Huang could conclude that the stone table, which could hold the chess game for thousands of years, must be an important artifact of the Immortal family. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for the chess pieces to be left quietly for so long without any damage to the chess board.
But Master Huang didn't want to run around carrying a stone table.
Master Huang wanted to destroy the stone table at that time. If I can't get it, future generations will not be able to get this opportunity. But when he slapped it hard with his palm, the stone table didn't move at all. Not only that, it seemed that one could eat it.
Quan Gang's table made Master Huang even more regretful that he couldn't keep it in his pocket. Otherwise, if paired with two chess pots, it would definitely sell for a sky-high price.
Over there in the pavilion, Chen Pingan quietly appeared. On the stone chess game, perhaps the chess pieces had been rooted on the board for too many years. If there was a clear color, it penetrated into the stone table. At this moment, there were still ripples of light gold and faint green. Chen Pingan then
I scanned the chess pieces on the chess board for residual aura, closed my eyes, and memorized the chess game silently in my mind. After opening my eyes, I felt that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen. I took out pen and paper from the full square objects and recorded this ancient chess game on paper.
superior.
The chessboard has seventeen lines across the board, instead of the nineteen lines that have been popular all over the world for a long time. This in itself is a clue.
And in many chess games, the first move, the dead move, and the dead move can even reveal the secrets.
Master Huang didn't care about these clues at all, but Chen Ping'an did care about them, but he was destined to be unable to be like Lu Tai and Cui Dongshan. Maybe he could guess the approximate age just by looking at the chess game.
Chen Ping'an was a little envious of the hidden world in the mountain's magic technique.
Together with the art of viewing mountains and rivers from the palm of one's hand, these are the magical powers that Chen Ping'an most wants to learn as a monk.
It's just that these two superior magical powers can only be mastered by Nascent Soul Immortals. If you want to be proficient in them, you can only go to the fifth realm.
Chen Ping'an felt that this pavilion was a treasured place for practicing Feng Shui. The two jars of chess pieces condensed a lot of spiritual energy and lasted for a long time. They were the essence of water transport, and they were far inferior to the Taoist temple ruins covered with blue bricks.
People pay attention.
This place is rich in aura and should not be missed.
Chen Ping'an took off the package and put it on the table, then took off the Taotie robe with hundreds of eyes, first put on the highest-grade golden robe, and finally put on the golden robe that he got from the female ghost of Skinny City.
He also put on the snowflake robe together, and finally put on the black robe again. In this way, with the three robes on his body, he can use the robes to absorb more and store the aura of water transport.
Chen Ping'an climbed up to the pavilion and sat cross-legged. He held the stele and talisman on his back, held his breath, and remained as motionless as a mountain, trying his best to catch the whereabouts of Master Huang and Taoist Master Sun.
From the pavilion, the aura of the chessboard with light gold and dark green colors gathered in strands at the top of the pavilion, like water being drawn by a dragon, and slowly seeped into the robe.
This shows how refined the auras on the chessboard are.
Under Chen Ping'an's deliberate guidance, the golden wine robe was the first to eat and drink enough, and was pulled by the chess pieces. Seventy-eight percent of the water-borne spiritual energy that had been staying in the pavilion for many years had been absorbed, and it was already abundant with the spiritual energy of other palaces.
The degree is roughly the same. Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment and did not collect all the spiritual energy here, so as not to reveal any clues. If you do good things and take advantage of them, you have to consider whether the blessings and misfortunes will be reversed.
After all, the gods from all over the world climbed the mountain one after another, and the intrigues that followed were the real test.
Luck is a thing. If you can have some left over, do so first.
In the final analysis, it is better to make less money in the short term in order to make more money in the long term.
Only when the overall situation is decided can we discuss the profit and loss of the harvest.
Chen Pingan then changed his strategy and stopped following Master Huang more, and instead quietly followed Taoist Sun.
If before he obtained the Taoist book, Taoist Sun was devoted to pursuing Master Huang, then it is estimated that even if Taoist Sun wanted to rub oil on his feet, Master Huang would not let him succeed.
Since this mountain is not a palace or temple in the true sense, the central axis is the white jade steps leading from the mountain gate to the top.
It was more like an immortal sect with no obvious tendencies towards the Three Religions and Hundreds of Schools. What surprised Chen Ping'an the most was that there was no ancestral hall in this mountain.
Especially on the mountainside, there are both thatched huts scattered all over the place, as well as magnificent palaces and mansions, all in a chaotic and disorderly manner.
After Sun Daoren entered and exited each building, he intentionally or unintentionally distanced himself from Master Huang. Every time he passed by the verandah railings in the corridor, he no longer swaggered, but walked quickly with a low waist, trying to hide his figure.
Finally, he hid in a small and exquisite secluded palace. The plaque fell to the ground and was broken into pieces. The word "Water Palace" could be vaguely recognized.
There is a female statue enshrined in the hall, with colorful ribbons swaying, giving people a mysterious feeling of soaring.
Taoist Sun used his Taoist robe as a package and walked through the corridors and palaces again and again. He gained a lot. As long as they were not turned into ashes, large and small objects, antiques and treasures, calligraphy and painting inscriptions, and clean books from the study were all thrown into the package.
Behind him, even the robe that he exchanged for Master Huang with the incense burner was slung over his shoulder like a package, so that he could return home with a full load. Of course, the premise is that he could leave this fairy mansion alive.
Taoist Sun closed the door of the palace, but after thinking about it, he remembered that the attic houses he passed by seemed to have been left open, so he quietly opened the door of the palace again, lest Master Huang would notice the lack of three hundred taels of silver.
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Chen Ping'an, who was carrying a tablet to hide his eyesight, was sitting on the ridge of a roof. He was worried about Taoist Master Sun. Isn't this the same as stealing money and inserting a wooden sign to indirectly tell Master Huang that "Taoist Sun did not steal money"?
Fellow Daoist Sun, you should at least run a little longer, open more doors of palaces and pavilions, pretend to have crossed the central axis of the steps, and escape in the direction of Mr. Qin of Jiayou Kingdom. Otherwise, it will end here. As long as Master Huang is a wise man.
Yes, we still have to start from this small hall first. If it were Chen Pingan, in fact, from the beginning, those doors would have to be opened or closed.
However, along the way of concealment, Sun Daoren often had to make choices, replacing the items in the big and small packages and throwing them away. Anyway, the tall and thin old man didn't know whether the new items were better or the old ones were more valuable. In the end, it all depended on his eyesight.
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Chen Pingan was picking up rags behind.
On the other hand, Master Huang, if there is not enough room in the package, every time he replaces an item, he will punch it into pieces if it is unnecessary. If it cannot be broken, he will have other concerns and may have to replace it again.
Most of the treasures left behind by the immortal families here are often on the verge of being broken. Repairing them may require a large amount of immortal money, but breaking them into pieces is easy for Master Huang, who is a martial artist with a good foundation in the Golden Body Realm. Originally, it would be easy to break them.
The thing that was intended to be discarded, but was not broken by a punch, was of course taken back by Master Huang. This is also considered an alternative method of investigation.
However, the great opportunity of this trip to the mountains to hunt for treasures is evident.
Normally, when some immortal caves are brought to light again, groups of mountain cultivators have been beaten to death. Evenly distributed, each person can finally get three or two pieces of immortal artifacts, which is enough to make people ecstatic.
Master Huang was still not satisfied.
Sure enough, after suddenly losing Taoist Sun's whereabouts, Master Huang began to give up the search, followed the route to the door, and hurriedly found the small hall.
After Master Huang approached, Chen Ping'an stopped sitting and lay down on the roof, holding his breath and concentrating, not breathing at all.
Master Huang glanced at the plaque on the ground and said with a smile: "Master Sun, is there another important treasure in the water palace? How about I help you? Don't worry, according to the rules we have set in advance, whoever opens the door first will be responsible for all the treasures in the house.
No matter how valuable it is, it belongs to whom."
Inside the Water Palace, Taoist Sun was trembling with fear and silently prayed to the Taoist Sanqing Patriarch to ask Master Huang to leave quickly.
Probably because Taoist Sun is not a disciple of the third lineage of Taoism, praying is useless. Master Huang directly crossed the threshold and said with a smile: "Taoist Master Sun, what's the matter? After getting some treasures, he turns his back and refuses to recognize anyone, and even his allies have to be on guard? We two need to
Isn’t it the Di Yuanfeng who holds the dangerous magic sword that you should be wary of? How can I, a fifth-level martial artist, be so afraid of Daoist Master Sun?"
Unable to hide, Taoist Sun had no choice but to walk out from behind the statue and said with a sad smile: "Brother Huang is joking."
Master Huang joked: "We have just walked through twenty-three of the Xianfu territory, and there is still so much distance to go. Not to mention anything else, we were at the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain before, but we found that there is still great scenery in the back mountain.
, why did Master Sun lose the robe package so early? I know that it is not good to go into the palace to watch the temple to burn incense and then turn back. "
To be continued...