Chapter 52: Taoist Yin God
He recalled the face of the young man who was 70% similar to the person in front of him.
He has been watching the mountain for five hundred years, guarding the mountain for five hundred years, and protecting the mountain for five hundred years. Unknowingly, he has gained the recognition of Qingmang Mountain and the approval of heaven and earth, and thus became the mountain god of this mountain.
He does not need incense and sacrifices, nor does he need the recognition of any human emperor, because heaven and earth have already recognized Him.
From that moment on, the mountain was Him, and He was more than just the mountain.
Originally, He thought that after he became the God of the Mountain, there would not be many beings in the world that He needed to fear.
However, three years ago, when he saw the young man who stepped into his dream and sought to discuss the truth with him, he once again realized how high the sky was, how vast the earth was, and how insignificant he was himself.
He recalled how he felt when he first came into this world, opened his eyes and looked at the world.
So, when he was awakened by the great demon White Snake and heard the great demon tell about his own tragic experience, he understood the source of that great righteousness. He had no feelings about what Bai Qi had experienced. It was natural and it should be so.
However, the one who caused this majestic energy to appear in the mountain was the younger brother of that person. Both in terms of blood relationship and soul aura, they were so similar that he was a little unsure.
Even so, as the mountain god, the order in the mountain still needs to be maintained. The great energy should not appear in the mountain, which will disrupt or even destroy the original order of the mountain.
Therefore, he sent the ginseng spirit to bring the wolf demon that could ignore the righteousness here with the fallen scales as a token. After sensing the emergence of Feng Qingan's will, he sent the white wolf to invite it here.
“…”
Feng Qing'an looked at the elegant scholar in blue who made people want to get close to him, and waited for him to continue speaking. However, the mountain god suddenly changed his tone and had no intention of continuing the in-depth discussion.
"I asked you to come here, not to discuss your eldest brother with you. He is not someone I can judge."
Looking at Feng Qing'an's expectant eyes, the mountain god smiled, then waved his sleeves lightly, and a green jade table appeared between them, on which appeared a set of crystal clear tea sets that looked like they were carved from white ice.
"Wild tea from the mountains, please don't laugh at me!"
Seeing the mountain god sitting in front of the tea table, Feng Qing'an was full of doubts and also quite dissatisfied, so he sat down with him.
Wild tea or something like that, of course, is just the mountain god being modest. How bad can the things placed on the table by the god be? It's not a spiritual thing, but it's better than a spiritual thing.
But even if the tea was good, what did it have to do with him? In his current state, he could even pass through a gust of wind. How could he still taste tea? Don't be ridiculous.
Even if Feng Qing'an was muttering in his heart, at this moment, he was cast a spell by the mountain god and manifested in a physical form, so he could only watch the mountain god's performance obediently. It must be said that the great god's tea-making skills were smooth and extremely pleasing to the eye.
Feng Qing'an, who was like a country bumpkin, watched the mountain god perform his elegant operation, and then saw the mountain god place a jade cup filled with clear green tea in front of him.
"Try it and see how it tastes. I haven't tried it for a hundred years!"
"Can I drink tea in this state ?"
Feng Qing'an couldn't help it and asked a question, but while speaking, he raised his translucent hand and touched the teacup.
The physical touch and the warmth of the tea came together. Feng Qing'an lowered his head and was really shocked by himself at this moment. He couldn't help but hold the teacup and pick it up.
Feng Qingan looked at the elegant scholar in blue clothes who was sitting opposite him with a smile on his face and sipping his tea, and asked,
"What is my current state?"
He really couldn't understand it, because his current condition was beyond his cognition.
He could clearly feel that his body was sitting in a quiet and peaceful village where chickens and dogs could be heard. He could even see all the furnishings in the room , but he was also sitting opposite the mountain god and could even pick up the tea handed to him by the mountain god.
"have no idea!"
But at this time, facing Feng Qing'an who was asking questions, the mountain god picked up the teacup, sipped the tea leisurely, and replied like this with a fresh and unworldly demeanor of a celebrity .
"How could you not know?"
Feng Qingan didn't understand and felt that the great god in front of him was just giving him a slight punishment.
"I just pulled out your spirit. The reason you are like this now is because of the method you practiced. How can I understand this? This is the first time I have seen such a wonderful method!"
The mountain god explained.
“…”
Feng Qingan was silent. The cultivation method that was praised by a mountain god seemed to be very good. However, he could not understand it. Even from the description of the mountain god, he did not fully tap the potential characteristics of the cultivation method.
"You yourself don't understand, so how can I understand it all? However, in my opinion, your spirit is quite similar to the Yin Spirit of Taoism, but there are also great differences."
"What is the difference?"
Feng Qing'an humbly asked for advice. It was rare to have a great master like him. Although he didn't understand the method he practiced, at least the other party's realm and strength were high. As the saying goes, if you understand one method, you can understand all methods. He could give him some guidance.
"too weak!"
"Um?"
"The Taoist Yin Gods I've seen look like real people, lifelike, and even the texture of their skin can be clearly seen. As for you..."
The mountain god was very considerate and didn't continue talking, but Feng Qing'an knew it well in his heart. He looked like he could be blown away by a gust of wind, or there was nothing that could be blown away by the wind.
But even so, Feng Qing'an was extremely happy. After all, don't look at what he was compared with. Anyone who could cultivate the Taoist Yin God must be a land immortal.
"The tea is getting cold. Have a taste. It won't taste good if it's cold. Although I can't see through the method you practice, it is still a spiritual practice. My wild tea has the effect of warming the soul and may be of some benefit to you!"
Hearing this, Feng Qing'an's eyes lit up, and without giving it much thought, he drank the tea in the jade cup in his hand in one gulp, like a cow chewing a peony.
The tea went down his throat, turned into mist, and soaked his whole body. A feeling of ecstasy came over him immediately. Feng Qing'an felt so comfortable that he just wanted to moan.
But at this moment, standing above the sea of clouds, with a great god opposite him and even a great demon beside him, and his own pet behind him, Feng Qingan suppressed the inappropriate feeling of comfort and did not lose his manners.
"How does it taste?"
Not paying attention to Feng Qingan's rude behavior, the mountain god asked with a smile.
"Can I have another drink?"
Feng Qing'an hesitated for a moment, then placed the empty jade cup in his hand on the table, pushed it forward, and asked shamelessly.
