The Immortal Banquet Altar on Manting Peak is a flat boulder. At this time, the fairy mist is lingering, the red clouds are flowing, and various strange noises are constantly coming, but it is easy to think of the mirages that often appear on the seaside.

The ancients were not ignorant and barbaric. For example, "Mengxi Bi Tan" has long discussed the origin of seaside illusions. However, whether it was Qin Shihuang's eastward tour or the fairy mountain pavilions seen by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty on the seaside, in addition to the lifelike fairyland scenes, there are also clear human and animal images.

There was the sound of carriages and horses, and you could even see the immortals on the mountain waving their hands and congratulating you.

Yuan Huazi took a step forward, raised the hem of his Taoist uniform, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Master, the Immortal Banquet is about to begin, why are you hesitant?"

Hongyang Holy Child said in a harsh voice, with a ferocious smile on his face, but the four Liujia God Generals protected him in the center.

Yuan Huazi lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and said slowly.

"Why do noble people ask questions knowingly? There are different opinions on this immortal banquet from outsiders, but since Luo Chunyi got part of the mantle of Tao Immortal Master of the Shangqing Sect, he must have guessed the secret."

How should we describe this fairy mist?

Should we praise its erratic nature, come and go quickly, fear its invasion like fire that silences all things, or should we be obsessed with its mysterious beauty that is rare in the world?

The two people who decided to sit down met in a majestic and majestic ruins, in the fog of the early days of chaos. They suddenly understood. No wonder the ancients who inherited this information were so dumbfounded and unable to explain.

The fairy fog was still the same fog, but the undulating red clouds stretched across the sky and the earth. No matter where their eyes turned, they could only glimpse the heart-stirring red light, transforming into an unprecedented strange scene.

The red clouds change erratically, sometimes like towers and palaces, sometimes like people's carriages and horses, sometimes like the steaming lake and sea. Among them, Yuanhuazi is still able to hold his breath and keep his mind, and can't move while chanting sutras. However, Hongyang Holy Child is already obsessed with this.

A space beyond imagination.

As the true shape in the clouds and mist changed, Hongyang Holy Child suddenly fell backwards with a "Ah!" and was unable to get up!

It stands to reason that the holy boy of the White Lotus Sect who once set up the "Feast of Immortals in the World" and relied on paper immortal officials and colorful jade girls to shock his mind should not have such a rude scene.

But he knew very well in his heart that no matter how realistic his fake fairy banquet was, he was just relying on fear and terror to make the banquet guests feel the same. Every step of the banquet was predetermined and calculated to be on the verge of something involving gods and ghosts.

It’s so rigid that nothing can be missed.

But what he saw in front of him was vague and non-existent, accompanied by waves of wind and roaring sounds as the carriages and horses flew through the air - what he saw were hidden behind the curtains of fairy mist, and the carriage curtains shrouded it.

A huge figure among them.

Through the gaps in the car curtains, one can see neither the luxurious crowns nor the ripples of pearls, nor the feathery clothes and emerald jade wats, nor the need to deliberately wear golden armor and red robes, with three eyes and six arms, and a majestic energy.

The momentum is already soaring above the sky!

You can see clearly even from an extremely far distance, because these figures are too huge. Compared with ordinary people who are as small as a drop in the sea, they are more than thousands of feet tall. What makes Hongyang Saint Boy hesitate at this moment is that he comes from his heart.

In my heart, I am afraid of the gods in the sky!

"There is no road in Penglai, Kunlun is far away, these are all evil obstacles!"

Yuan Huazi suddenly let out bursts of thunder, shattering the light mist in front of the Hongyang Holy Child like a thunderbolt. After the sound, the changing sound of the wind and the red clouds were still fierce, but there was no longer the sound of chariots and horses, and the appearance of an immortal.

.

"Thanks for the help."

Hongyang Shengtong thanked Yuan Huazi with a slightly hesitant gesture. The scene looked a bit funny, but in fact the two were similar in age, and Hongyang Shengtong was even a few years older.

Yuan Huazi said inadvertently: "Demon obstacles are also signs of evil spirits eating wildly, or turning into beautiful women to have their hearts cut open, or getting a glimpse of Pleiades Weiding, or seeing evil men like Qu Xi, or looking down upon the return of great men. These are all immortal masters of our sect.

The description must be done with caution in this fairy mist."

"Why would a real person lie to me? Is the authenticity of the Immortal Banquet a matter of two minds?"

The Holy Child of Hongyang was hesitant when he heard the words, and it took him a long time to answer: "There is no way to Penglai, and it will never be seen in the world. According to what is said in "Xunji Shengxian Shu", the Hongqiao of the Xishengxian Banquet has long been cut off, and mortals can't think of it.

It is absolutely impossible to ascend to the sky. The only way is to summon the blue bird driven by the Queen Mother to descend this way."

The expression on Yuan Huazi's face was extremely complicated, and he seemed to have great opposition to this book, and even hearing about it would make him feel unhappy.

"The principles of the demon book are very harmful. Immortal Master Tao Hongjing would rather bury these things in the tomb than spread them to the world because he is worried about you people with extremely cruel methods."

Hongyang Holy Child was not angry, but asked: "What the real person said is true. I was really frightened after reading the things in this book. But you also know these things - is there such a real person in the world who can see it?

Isn’t it something that everyone can’t see?”

What he said is so great that if I didn’t use this book to bring trouble to the world today, you would come to the immortal banquet yourself. Why should you be able to come and I can’t?

"To tell you the truth, no one can see this!"

Yuan Huazi suddenly stared and became furious.

"The Blue Bird Subduing Art in your hand originated from Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and it was originally obtained from the cave in Wuyi Mountain. When Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty met with the Queen Mother of the West in Jiuhua Palace, the inside story was never known; subsequently Emperor Xuan, Emperor Cheng, and Emperor Ai

After several generations of Han Dynasty declined due to this, it was sealed up during the Guangwu Rebellion, and reappeared during the Dong Zhuo Rebellion. As a result, Chang'an became almost a ghost land, and Beimang Mountain was rampant with corpses for hundreds of years..."

Volume 8 of "Natural History" records that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was fond of immortality and worshiped the famous mountain Daze in order to seek the way to immortality. He obtained the Blue Bird Technique in Wuyi Mountain and could transmit messages to and from Penglai, Kunlun.

Later, on the night of July 7th, Dongfang Shuo saw the Queen Mother riding a purple cloud carriage to the west of the palace, facing south and east, with a Taihua bun on her head, and the green air was as gloomy as clouds. At this time, there were three blue birds as big as birds.

, standing next to the maid.

However, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty did not become an immortal after all, and this mysterious banquet had no sequel. Only the legend of "there is no way to get there from Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligently visiting".

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The scholars of the two Jin Dynasties thought highly of themselves, and the Blue Bird Technique used Xinglie Youju in their hands. Zhang Maoxian, the supervisor of the Zhongshu, could not bear the charcoal in the world, so he claimed that someone had entered the palace to steal books.

, destroying the Blue Bird Technique and preventing the Jin people from further causing trouble with the rhinoceros."

"At the beginning, Yang Xi of the Shangqing School accidentally read it, omitted the introduction of the talisman, and shortened it to the art of Shangqing Jiangzhen. He also relied on it to get Mrs. Wei Hua Cun to preach the truth, and opened the source of the sect. But even if it was deleted, there are still

It was dangerous, so he was sealed in the tomb by the Immortal Master Tao Hongjing, leaving only the crude ji-supporting technique spread among the people."

"Although Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty later built the Jiangzhen Altar, and Yuan Ting asked for immortality, it scraped the ground. Fortunately, it did not cause another catastrophe. But I never guessed that when no one knew it, someone had already used Jiangzhen.

The True Technique summoned Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty and restored the most terrifying Blue Bird Technique of the Han Palace in reverse!"

As Yuan Huazi's voice became higher and higher, Hongyang Holy Child no longer concealed the look of expectation on his face.

That's right, what he has in his hands is not the abridged Shangqing's Subduing the True Technique, nor is it the folk magic of supporting the gods to invite gods, but the most original, ancient technique that was originally used to spread the imperial edict to raise the Queen Mother of the West, which was obtained from the 16th Cave of Wuyi.

The Blue Bird Technique of the Han Palace!

As four sticks of longevity palace incense from the Han Dynasty were lit in their hands, the rising green smoke transformed into countless wonders. The strange fragrance was once again embedded in the fairy mist, and the sky full of red clouds suddenly seemed to have been exerted gravity.

The top of the head of the God General Rokko began to collapse, and it fell to the ground little by little.

The scene was like an illusory creation suddenly surrendering to the laws of reality, revealing its original true form.

The Holy Child of Hongyang looked slowly and saw that in front of the collapse of the fairy mist was a cliff that could reach straight to the sky. King Gu Ye of the Southern Dynasties Liang Chen firmly believed that the hanging coffin was the "earth fairy".

"Zhai", only a god with the ability to soar into the clouds and ride the mist can hide the body on such a steep cliff.

The high mountain peak that appeared in front of them towered like a pillar in the sky. There were countless caves and grottoes on it. Thousands of shriveled, bent, mutilated, or deformed corpses were hidden in the caves.

Among them, the limbs seemed to be shaking faintly.

These bodies covered with spider silk and dust were all exposed in the red clouds of the night. From inside came the faint and endless sound of flute pipes, like weeping and complaining, accompanied by an unimaginable bird-like black shadow that suddenly appeared.

The mountains flew up, attracting all the unknown objects lurking in the dark night.

"It's a big pheasant! This must be the big pheasant among the three blue birds under the Queen Mother's control!"

The dancing figures of the immortals ascending to the sky and descending to the earth suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain. They were so huge and bloated that they could not be tolerated in this world. Higher up, there was a whirling shadow like a cloud, an equally huge pitch black tree shaking absurdly.

blade.

The tree trunk was covered with twisted and unidentified spores, which seemed to grow rapidly until they completely separated from the mother body and suddenly fell from the mountain, falling like a rain in Bashan night.

The spore changed its shape as it fell, rapidly experiencing life and death, until it suddenly hit the ground and turned into a piece of dead tree bark, dark, twisted and hard.

"The Queen Mother once told Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty that the immortal tree would live and die for three thousand years in the clear sky. If it fell on the earthly earth, it would go through three thousand years of life and death in one day and would never bear fruit."

Hongyang Saint Boy caught a glimpse of the place where he fell, rushed out of the formation, and picked up the thing tremblingly, "Master Ge Hong once said that taking Ganoderma lucidum plus the art of guidance can lead to immortality. That tree is from "The Classic of Mountains and Seas. Overseas Southern Classic"

The recorded immortal tree 'Ganmu', what grows on this tree must be the immortal mushroom that sprouts from the trunk!"

""The Book of Immortal Immortality" really didn't lie to me!"

"We are not far from getting lost, so stop quickly..."

Yuan Huazi spoke slowly.

"Master, if you think what I'm doing is wrong, why don't you stop me?!"

The Holy Child of Hongyang suddenly stood up holding the Immortal Zhizhi in his hand, looked at Yuan Huazi not far away and asked suddenly - even when he was ecstatic and frightened, this wily "Saint Child" of the White Lotus Sect still

Never lost vigilance to the outside world.

His eyes were as sharp as a falcon, staring straight at the old Taoist priest, full of sophisticated yin that did not match his appearance, "Is it possible that you are just talking about it, but in your heart you also want to see the true face of the Han Palace Blue Bird Technique?

!”

Yan Bi held the fairy mushroom in his hand tightly. Even though in his eyes, the floor of the Immortal Banquet Altar was full of such things, Hongyang Holy Child subconsciously felt that the person in front of him must want to take it away.

Things in one’s own hands.

"My lord, do you know that the incorruptible corpses scattered all over the mountains and plains have different origins?"

Yuanhuazi Shi Shiran sat with his legs crossed and his eyes lowered, unmoved.

"The most unfortunate ones are the poor people who accidentally entered here and died of black and white evil. They were so ignorant that no bones were left."

"Then, there are those who know something about the Immortal Banquet and yearn for it with the ambition of immortality. Whether it is becoming an immortal or immortality, there is nothing they want here, but they have firmly believed in it since ancient times and cannot change it.

Only the great king, the ancient corpse in the cliff coffin of the Manting Mountains is all over the mountain."
To be continued...