Dream Picking Records

Chapter 230 Hanging Mountain

Several people agreed and then started to divide into groups.

Zhong Mo and Yan Xinmo knew each other since childhood due to the relationship between the One-armed Sword Demon and the Chaos God Sect, so they naturally formed a group. This made several people wonder if the reason why Zhong Mo had a hard time with Cen Daozi was because he had fought with Yan Xinmo.

Then there is Siqin and Xia Daoling, a pair who have known each other since childhood.

"Brother Ji, let's form a team." Bai Zhu went up and held Ji De's arm, and said to the others: "The teams are divided, let's go find our own opportunities!"

Wang Xiao didn't say much this time. He turned around and asked Xia Zhu, "Miss Xia Zhu, do you mind being on the same team with me?"

"What are you talking about, sir?" She agreed with a faint smile.

"Lao Bai, Lao Ji, thank you for your hard work in doing what I asked of you before. Please be safe!"

"It's no big deal, don't worry!"

"Wait, how did you get the name Old Ji? You can call me Brother Ji, ugh, Brother De!"

"Okay, okay, I'll call you that from now on."

"That's pretty much it."

After Wang Xiao communicated with the two of them, the eight people divided into four groups and ran towards the ideal place of blessings.

Others made their choices with purpose, but it is not so important for Wang Xiao because his path is different from others and any of them can be used as reference.

Seeing that he hadn't made up his mind, Xia Zhu asked, "Sir, do you have a place you like?"

"Do you have any recommendations?"

"I know a place where the inheritance has not been obtained by anyone yet."

"Please lead the way." Wang Xiao wanted to know what she was up to.

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Hanging Mountain and Liangqiu Temple are built on a mountain about one kilometer high and two thousand meters above the ground.

According to legend, the owner of the Taoist temple was a man who once roamed the heavens and the earth. No one of his peers could match him, and he was the undisputed number one genius at that time.

Perhaps God was playing a joke on him. After he reached the realm of gods at the fastest speed, he made no further progress in his entire life.

Everyone thought they would witness a dazzling star sprinting all the way to a position that was beyond the reach of the rest of the world, but it turned out to be a short-lived scenery.

For a universe that has existed for an unknown period of time, it may indeed be described as a flash in the pan.

The young man who was once full of vigor and vitality eventually became an old man who was depressed and frustrated. His cultivation level declined along with his mind, and his body wasted away in the mundane world.

Wang Xiao frowned as he looked at the thousand-meter-high green mountains. He always felt something strange and a little familiar.

"Miss Xia Zhu, what do you think of this mountain?"

"me?"

"Ah."

Xia Zhu came back to his senses, looked up, and said, "Apart from being suspended in the air, there doesn't seem to be anything special."

"Go up and have a look."

After Wang Xiaofei came up, he felt a strong sense of discomfort. The great way between heaven and earth seemed to be emptied all of a sudden, or to be more precise, it was suppressed.

There is a way that suppresses everything, leaving only one to dominate the world.

However, this kind of Tao is separated from people by a huge gap that cannot be crossed.

There was only a Taoist temple and a small forest on the top of the mountain, and nothing special. He entered the Taoist temple, looked around, and stopped by a wall.

"The cool breeze is reliable, the autumn moon is boundless..." He read the inscription carved on the stone wall, and felt that the owner of the Taoist temple did not quite match the description in the legend.

Because judging from the handwriting, this was indeed written by an ordinary elderly man, but the mood when he wrote it was definitely not that of a decadent dying person. On the contrary, he was very optimistic and open-minded.

Most of the people who come here are quiet. Of course, they are not here to enjoy the scenery. They walk around while feeling the changes in the spiritual energy of this place.

If the prophecy is true, this will be the last time it is opened. If they miss this opportunity, they will never get it again. They don't want to miss it. They immediately flocked to those places where there are rumors of hidden treasures that have not yet been discovered.

“Are people all this friendly?”

Wang Xiao saw the two men huddled together, and it was clear that they were about to fight over a disagreement, but in the end they just smiled at each other and let it go.

He and Xia Zhu moved closer. There was a small forest in front of them. There was a simple palm print on each tree trunk, and some people were wandering around.

A familiar picture appeared in Wang Xiao’s mind, so he subconsciously looked at the ground twice more.

"What are you looking at, sir?"

"No, it's nothing."

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. To others, it is clear that they have noticed some important information.

"Is there anything on the ground?" After Wang Xiao let out a long sigh, he saw a group of people staring at the ground intently.

"No, you are kidding... How about I invite you to come down the mountain for a cup of tea?" The fat man who was closest to him went up and down angrily.

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Daoist. I am pressed for time this time. We will discuss Taoism together next time if we have the chance." Wang Xiao was a little confused. What on earth were these people doing?

"Okay... okay." The other person's face twitched, and I don't know if he did it on purpose.

The others who had done stupid things did not dare to get angry and continued to study the palm print.

Wang Xiao approached and found that these trees were ordinary trees but immortal. There was nothing special about the soil and water source here. The reason was in these palm prints.

"It's really strange. It is said that after so many years, these trees have always been like this, as if they have not grown again, but they still have the breath of life."

"Really? Growth has stopped." Wang Xiao touched it after hearing what others said. "Is it related to life?"

Not only him, but no one else could feel the breath of the Tao. It was no wonder that many people coming and going could not find any clues.

Wang Xiao looked at the grove and felt that it was more familiar.

He suddenly flew high into the sky and examined the Hanging Mountain carefully.

The mountain is evergreen, and the four seasons never change, as if time cannot leave any trace on it.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, do you want some tea?" The fat man flew out.

"Stop joking, I have something important to do."

Wang Xiao stroked his chin and didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Hey, you dare to ignore me!?" As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and swung his arms.

However, Wang Xiao interrupted his ultimate move that had been building up for a long time with just one sentence.

"Don't you want to know the secret of Hanging Mountain?"

He slammed on the brakes, did a handsome somersault in the air, narrowed his eyes, rubbed his hands together, and came close to Wang Xiao.

"Brother Taoist, what do you think?"

"Hmm...haven't found it yet."

"How dare you... How dare you play tricks on me!"

The fat man swallowed the words subconsciously at first, turned his head to look left and right, then he remembered that he was no longer on the mountain and spat it out again.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry? We just got a clue. Don't be anxious, okay?"

"It may be true or false. If it's false, I'll have to treat you to tea later!"

"Put away your fist and don't block my view." Wang Xiao pushed him away from his face and pondered alone.

Seeing that the other party was serious, the fat man really did not disturb him.