Chapter 311 He is the Immortal on the Top of Dongshan Mountain
Huo Changan led his troops to the north, while Yan Meng was stationed in the northwest.
According to the division previously discussed, troops were deployed in the West Sea Grassland and all areas west of it.
People were also arranged to continue grazing tens of thousands of cattle, horses and sheep on the Xihai grassland.
After all these arrangements were made, he didn't understand the rest and waited for Sang Ning to wake up every day.
Ten days later, Sanning opened his eyes.
Although she had been in a coma for ten days and had not eaten or drunk anything, her body did not show any weakness and she could get out of bed as soon as she opened her eyes.
The whole family stood by.
Sang Ning smiled at them politely.
"Oh, young lady, you're awake! Don't move, don't move, let me put your shoes on for you." Tao Liang immediately brought the shoes and half-knelt on the ground.
In the past, Sang Ning would definitely pull her up, but perhaps because she had just woken up, she was still a little lazy, so she didn't move.
She just frowned and said, "Auntie Tao, I can dress myself."
Tao Liang was very happy that the young lady did not stop him this time, so he would be able to adapt slowly in the future.
What the son-in-law said was indeed right, the young lady did not dislike her.
"This is what I should do. I am willing to serve the young lady." He said as he wiped his eyes excitedly.
The old lady smiled with relief, sat down beside the bed, took Sang Ning's hand and patted it.
"We are both master and servant, and family members, just like a mother taking care of her child. This is good."
Sang Ning pulled his hand back and smiled unnaturally.
The old lady was stunned for a moment, but didn't care.
Xie Yurou brought the porridge over and said, "Ning'er, drink some porridge first. If you want to eat anything else, Third Sister-in-law will make it for you."
"No, I'm going to see Master Duxin."
Sang Ning felt uncomfortable facing these people.
She wanted to hug them in her heart, but her body seemed to be separated from her soul, rejecting their approach, and the words she said were cold and heartless.
There was always a voice in my heart telling me to go see Master Duxin, as if the answer was there.
After saying that, she walked out the door without waiting for anyone else's reaction.
The old lady and Xie Yurou were a little stunned, but Tao Liang had already stood up and followed.
"Oh, my sister-in-law must be anxious to ask the master about the disaster so that she can go find my fourth brother earlier." Xie Yurou quickly figured it out.
The old lady also came to her senses.
Master Du Xin is a distinguished guest of the Huo family and lives in the most quiet and elegant courtyard.
There is a tall ginkgo tree planted in the yard.
When Sang Ning came over, Du Xin was beating the wooden fish under the tree.
"Close the door."
A voice suddenly appeared in her mind.
It is the voice of Master Duxin.
However, his lips clearly did not move, and he was still beating the wooden fish with his eyes closed.
Sang Ning turned around and closed the door, blocking Tao Liang who was following behind.
"Young lady?"
"Stand outside the door, no need to come in."
Tao Liang obeyed the order and stood guard outside the door diligently.
She was also puzzled for a moment: it seemed that the young lady's voice was particularly flat, without the vitality and emotion as before.
But she quickly put this doubt behind her.
"Master, something seems to be wrong with my body," said Sang Ning.
She was very anxious inside, but her words were still cold and calm.
She seemed to have no control over her body.
Master Duxin opened his eyes, and the compassion in those eyes no longer held all things as before.
But it is as deep as the sea, boundless and impossible to see through.
"Sit down, I'll tell you a story."
What story to tell?
She doesn't want to hear stories at all!
What's wrong with this old monk? Why has he become so strange?
Sang Ning felt as if something was about to happen and felt very anxious.
But her body sat down obediently, her face slightly raised, facing Du Xin with a respectful look.
"Do you know the Dongshan Xuanmen in Langya?"
Sang Ning roared in her heart, why did they start telling these Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio again, what did it have to do with her!
"I've heard about it." Her body answered obediently.
Du Xin looked far away and began to speak: "Dongshan Xuanmen is the ancestor of Xuanmen.
800 years ago, a genius emerged from the Xuanmen…"
Cheng Sangmo, a genius within the Xuan Sect, became famous throughout the world at the age of fifteen. He was skilled in divination, geomancy, youth preservation, transformation, foresight, and soul-stealing...
He is proficient in all Taoist techniques.
Later, in pursuit of a higher realm, he discussed with Buddhist monks.
At that time, Taoism was prevalent in various places, but of varying quality.
The saying that killing someone from a thousand miles away and borrowing life from seven lamps also began to spread.
It happened that the royal family was unstable and the crown prince died suddenly, which was attributed to the rebellion caused by the mysterious magic.
Xuanmen was strangled wantonly.
Cheng Sangmo, the leader of Dongshan Xuanmen, led his disciples to the top of Dongshan.
He is indeed a genius. No one can reach the top of the mountain, but he can use the mountain-splitting technique to open a road to the sky.
People only thought it was a legend, but the truth was that the people from Xuanmen had died on the way to the mountain long ago.
Actually, it is not.
Ten years later, people began to come down from the mountain.
According to them, it is warm like spring up there, like a fairyland, with no four seasons and no wind or rain.
What a pity, it’s so lonely.
So they chose to go down the mountain.
However, after they came down, they could never go up again.
I can't find the hiking trail.
Therefore, people still think they are talking nonsense.
It was not until several decades later that an immortal dressed in flowing green, with skin as white as snow and an extraordinary temperament suddenly appeared in the mountains and rescued the hunters who were surrounded by jackals. The rumor that there was an immortal on the East Mountain began to spread again.
That immortal was Cheng Sangmo who came down from the mountain.
Calculating his age, he is already in his fifties, but his face is the same as it was back then, as if time has never changed.
The level of his cultivation has reached a level that mortals look up to, so it is reasonable to call him an "immortal".
Because he was devoted to spiritual practice and was not familiar with worldly affairs, his sophistication in human nature was only at a young age.
Several of his fellow disciples on the mountain had grown old naturally, leaving him alone.
He went down the mountain and found his former Buddhist friend.
My friend is already over eighty years old. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot stop the pace of aging. When he sees Cheng Sangmo, who looks eternally youthful, he is shocked.
It is believed that this is one of the signs of entering the immortal gate.
Cheng Sangmo, like an innocent child, began to learn and experience earthly life again.
During this period, he fell in love with a woman.
A very ordinary, very common girl.
She can cook all kinds of food, whether it's something swimming in the water or something crawling on the ground. As long as it's not poisonous, she can make a dish out of it.
Cheng Sangmo fell in love with this kind of down-to-earth atmosphere and the girl who was full of energy and always had a peaceful smile even in the hardship.
They got married.
Very happy.
But when he told the woman he was in his fifties, her smile disappeared.
It’s not because he’s old, nor because I dislike him, but because I know his identity.
The immortal on the top of Xuanmen Mountain.
According to legend, he is immortal.
She was very afraid that she would grow old and die quickly, becoming an insignificant speck of dust in his life.
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