"Records of the Grand Historian: The Basic Annals of Xiaowu" records: "Those who go into the sea to seek Penglai say that Penglai is not far away, but cannot reach it, will probably not see its energy."

According to Qin Kun's understanding, this sentence is that people who are not qualified to enter Penglai Mountain cannot even see the outline of his breath.

Since ancient times, the art of looking for qi can be seen by people, Feng Shui, and mountains. The qi is red and black and purple, and red is the wealth, which is the energy of wealth, black is the luck, the energy of great disaster, purple is the life, and the energy of nobleness.

People have energy, and mountains have it.

Seeing Penglai Mountain and stepping into Penglai Mountain are two completely different experiences.

From the outside, Penglai Mountain is no different from ordinary mountains. Once you step into a certain range, a refreshing breath hits you, purple air lingers, and good fortune is the kind of immortal treasure land. When you arrive at this place, you will be sure that you can get good luck.

"This smell...it feels like it can increase your life..."

The smell in the mountains is so pleasant. Wang Gan's nose wings twitch, and the fairy energy entering the nose seems to turn into a trickle of clear spring, washing the heart and lungs. Inhaling in one mouthful is almost intoxicated. Inhaling a few more mouthfuls, the distracting thoughts and worries in the mind disappear. In a real state of emptiness, it feels like it has been sublimated from the inside out.

The fog is hidden and the king is floating in the air. No matter how fierce the competition for the Jade of Eternity outside is, it will not affect the slightest charm here.

The silk and bamboo in the valley are melodious, the water wheel is rotating, and the golden palace is hidden in the fog halfway up the mountain. The mountain is not big, but it is enough to exceed Qin Kun’s imagination of the fairy mountain.

Fatty Wang turned into a small plane and circled forward like a medicine. Qin Kun shook his head helplessly. He also enjoyed it and would not let himself go like this.

The stone steps in the forest were covered with moss, and tigers, cranes, apes and deer were wandering around. Everyone was shocked by the magnificence of the Xianque in front of them. The flying king's butt hurt and came to his senses: "Who sneak attacked me?!"

Wang Gan suddenly turned around and found that a deer was biting the talisman bag behind Wang Gan's butt. Seeing Wang Gan stop, the deer chewing the talisman paper in the talisman bag, with relish.

Wang Gan pushed away the deer's head, the deer blinked and sniffed several other talisman bags. Wang Gan quickly dodged away. The deer was disappointed and kicked Wang Gan with his hind legs, twisted his butt and left.

"I... fuck..."

Wang Gan was so amused and laughed at the hoof prints on his stomach: "Qin Kun, this deer is so rampant... We might as well kill it."

"Slay the mountain. To put it bluntly, the spirits gathered in the mountains. Whether it is flowers, plants, trees, tigers, cranes, apes and deer in Penglai Mountains, they are surrounded by purple air. The purple air of the deer is extremely rich. Maybe which immortal king is it? As a disciple of the Taoist sect, will the immortal king dare to slaughter?"

High-dimensional life can enter low-dimensional cause and effect. The spiritual objects in the mountains may really be the body of the immortal king. Perhaps they saved the life of a certain celebrity on a certain month and a certain day of a certain year. Wang Gan scratched his head and did not dare to act rashly. Well, he just pretended to be kicked by the immortal grandfather.

Going up the mountain, the surroundings are still full of fairy charm, but the atmosphere gradually becomes weird.

It's the sound!

At first, you could see traces of the movement of immortal beasts and spirits at the foot of the mountain, and there were also figures of human beings. The more you went up, the more deserted they became, and the more tall the golden jade palaces became. However, the sound of silk and bamboo was far away, and the figures appeared and disappeared from time to time, and did not speak, but just smiled, which was quite strange.

On the side of the road, a tiger was lying on the spot. Suddenly, he smelled the smell of Qin Kun and the others. He looked over. Qin Kun and his group slowly approached. The tiger sneezed, as if he didn't like the smell on them, so he got up and walked away.

"Master Qin, someone is peeking at us in that building!"

After the tiger left, the brown bear raised a sign and came to Qin Kun with a serious look on his face. Qin Kun saw the words on it and replied: "Don't meddle in other people's business."

The sound of silk and bamboos became farther and farther away, and the fog became thicker and thicker. On the mountainside, there were some figures at the gates of many Xianques, watching them climb the mountain. When Qin Kun and his group arrived at the gate, they disappeared.

Truly like a ghost.

"These people... are they projecting?" Chu Qianxun murmured in a low voice.

The indigenous people of Sanxian Island are not considered immortals, but the people of Penglai Mountain are not sure.

There was no sound, no movement, and it appeared and disappeared from time to time. Chu Qianxun did not believe it if these people and those villagers had the same identity.

Fairy Mountain... Now everyone feels that even if they are in the Immortal Spirit Mountain, they are still separated from the real immortals and immortals. They feel even more awkward than when they enter the underworld. They have different identities, are they not qualified to chat with them?

Two-thirds of the mountain road has been walked.

An open place seemed to be a market, with a silhouette, and as the fog appeared and disappeared, Qin Kun walked towards the market, and the place he passed by was empty.

Is it a space misalignment?

Or is there really an invisible boundary wall here, where everyone can only see each other but cannot enter the area where the other party is staying?

The wind was whistling in my ears. The market looked lively, but it was silent. Although those people were not in the same space as Qin Kun and the others, they seemed to like the smell on them. When they saw them coming, they all stayed away.

Being disliked all the way, at the end of the market, Qin Kun suddenly saw an acquaintance.

Abbot Mountain, the middle-aged scholar who once said that he had killed an immortal!

"Little brother, don't be fine."

The scholar held the bamboo slips and sat on a rocking chair and greeted him.

"I've met sir." Qin Kun returned the gift.

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Are you confused?"

Qin Kun nodded: "So many people, why can I only hear the voice of my husband?"

"There are five immortals in the universe, divided into heaven, earth, gods, humans, and ghosts. Can you hear the ghosts talking?"

"Yes." Qin Kun replied.

"Why can't ordinary people hear it?"

Qin Kun pondered.

"The ghost immortal is actually a ghost. Even if he loses his life, he cannot be called an immortal. Human immortals are the lowest-level immortals. For example, Xinglin Jun, like me!"

If the middle-aged man's eyes have substance, he will keep talking until he speaks.

Qin Kun's eyes twitched: "Mr. I mean, these people are probably higher-level immortals? For example, gods? That's why I can't hear what they are saying."

The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand: "Let's go. Since you already know the answer, you don't need to stay here. The five turbidities are full of evil spirits, so don't defile the purity of the fairy mountain."

Qin Kun bowed and left here.

The middle-aged man sneered: "Tianyu's lackey... has really come here. It's not easy to enter the world in the future..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the market around him suddenly disappeared. The middle-aged scholar appeared in a dark and dark hall. On the throne not far away, there was a vague figure.

"Lie Yuko, it seems that you have a lot of opinions about me?"

The figure had no fixed sound, the sound waves fluctuated, either harsh or low, as noisy as thousands of stresses.

The middle-aged scholar smiled: "Tianyu, this scary method does not need to be fooled by me. Since we have raised so many lackeys, given them the privilege of walking cause and effect, and we do not allow them to step into the ranks of human and immortals, what are you trying so hard to do?"

The blurred figure chuckled: "Among the five immortals, ghosts are not in the stream, and human immortals are the most humble, but some of them are even more powerful than human immortals. The boundary walls of the human and ghost realms are thinner than those of the human and ghost realms, so there will naturally be things that are not eye-catching to cause trouble. Since we have to clean up those disobedient things and maintain the order of the universe, if I arrange for you and give you merits, will you go?"

The middle-aged scholar sneered: "Who will go to such a dirty place?"

"But somebody will do these dirty work after all. So, don't point fingers at my people in the future."

The middle-aged scholar said indifferently: "Then remember to remind them that when I go to the world, don't worry about my other people's business."

The vague figure laughed in silence: "You have become detached from the world and have to play around with it. It is their duty to treat you as a pickled one."

"You... Tianyu, what are the benefits of doing this?"

"It's just a responsibility."

"You are not nostalgic for the world?"

"If you are not a person in the world, you will naturally have no interest in it."
Chapter completed!