Since ancient tis, the mountains have been ho to spirit monsters, with tigers, leopards, and wolves often displaying ferocity, while foxes and Yellow Immortals are more bizarre, particularly the foxes, which are everywhere across various mountains, flourishing as if branches spreading out with thriving incense offerings.
In so places, there are even temples dedicated to them, which can be described as Demon Immortals.
It is said that under Dragon Tiger Mountain, there was even a line of Fox Immortals, possessing Divine Techniques.
"Senior brother, do you think there are fox spirits in the Deserted Mountain? Should we go and take a look?"
Jifeng Pavilion looked at the tall mountain shrouded in hazy moonlight in the distance, his eyes flashing with fervent brilliance.
"Delusions!"
Qi Ji snorted coldly, like a wake-up call, instantly extinguishing the brightness in Jifeng Pavilion's eyes.
"Before descending the mountain, the master instructed not to enter Deserted Mountain." Qi Ji said solemnly.
This is a warning repeatedly emphasized by the sect.
In the current era, humans expand their activity areas more vigorously, needing to grant resting places for strange forces and mysterious occurrences.
Thus, apart from places like Ailao Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Changbai Mountain, and Eight Hundred Li Qinling, each province and city always designates an area to accommodate things that ordinary people shouldn't touch.
Deserted Mountain is such a place.
There are things hidden there that even cultivators like Qi Ji should not casually touch.
"Senior brother, you're talking nonsense again."
At this mont, Mo Yun walked over, tugging at Jifeng Pavilion's sleeve, eyes filled with reproach.
"I was just thinking." Jifeng Pavilion spread his hands.
"Even thinking is not allowed." Qi Ji said solemnly.
The Mountains and Seas breed exotic treasures, heavens and earth birth spirit monsters, many dangers in this world are not fully known even by cultivators.
Like Maoshan, which hides many strange things, so seem ordinary but actually are linked to many grueso incidents.
For instance, there is a shell, nad "Flower Shell", said to have been found by a fisherman by the river years ago.
The shell was enormous, covered with beautiful and vibrant patterns, with a total of nine lines.
At the ti, when the fisherman caught it, he took an instant liking, bringing the Flower Shell ho.
The next day, when the fisherman got up, he found the shell had opened, filled with gold inside.
The fisherman was overjoyed, believing this was a treasure from the Dragon Palace that had drifted into the mortal world and he was lucky to find it, so he hid the Flower Shell away, and each morning he could get gold from it.
Thus, the fisherman's life gradually beca prosperous, indulging in fish and at daily, making neighbors very envious.
But one day, the fisherman got up and found no gold in the patterned shell, causing him to feel suspicious.
From then on, no one ever saw the fisherman again, many days passed, and a Maoshan Taoist passing by noticed unusual energy, walked over, and discovered the huge "Flower Shell" with beautiful vibrant patterns, now with ten lines.
This is a rare creation from rivers, no matter how much was taken from "Flower Shell", it must be returned doubly.
Later, the Maoshan Taoist sealed it, brought it back to the mountain, where it's been treasured within Maoshan.
In the Mountains and Seas, who knows how much danger lies hidden, even cultivators should be filled with reverence, as long as the elders of the sect regard Deserted Mountain as forbidden land, not even the thought of stepping should arise.
"Senior brother, I've noted it down." Jifeng Pavilion said softly.
"Didn't you say more people were coming?"
At this mont, Mo Yun spoke, trying to change the subject.
For this descent training, Qi Ji also found companions, saying they would practice Daoist Skill together.
"Senior brother, this Jiang Hu...is he the disciple banished years ago after violating sect rules?" Jifeng Pavilion couldn't help but ask.
"Mm!"
Qi Ji glanced without much words, just nodded.
"Already banished from the sect, why still bring him along? If he is living outside, his skills might not be impressive." Jifeng Pavilion casually said.
At present, he is in a flourishing youth, favored by the elders in the sect, so Qi Ji personally takes him down the mountain for training, naturally looking down on those banished disciples.
"They've arrived."
At this mont, Qi Ji's eyes shined, seeing two people coming from afar, impressively Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu.
"This terrible place is hard to find."
From afar, Zhang Fan couldn't help but complain, saying even ride-hailing wouldn't co, dropping them five miles away.
The driver was scared too, this desolate place where even ghosts wouldn't stay, watching the rearview mirror all along, fearing he'd see a ghost.
"Long ti no see."
Qi Ji walked up, gave a salute.
"It's been quite a while."
Zhang Fan greeted, since the Shen Family incident, although he had so interactions with Qi Ji on Hyper-Chat, in real life, it's almost half a year since they last t.
"Let introduce, these are my junior brother and sister..."
"Jifeng Pavilion, Mo Yun."
"These two are my friends, Jiang Hu, Zhang Fan."
"Why bring soone else too." Jifeng Pavilion greeted outwardly, yet whispered.
In his view, Qi Ji is enough, even Jiang Hu might not impress him, as for Zhang Fan who ca along, definitely for Maoshan's reputation, coming to ride the coattails, mooching on the practice.
After all, opportunities to catch ghosts and practice techniques with Maoshan Daoists don't co often, likely Jiang Hu took the initiative, relying on Qi Ji's connection to bring this so-called friend.
The voice of Jifeng Pavilion, though low, was still clear enough for everyone to hear.
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