Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

One day, a strange young man came to Baihe Village. According to the young man, he traveled around the world in search of immortals and Taoism.

This young man is Fang Yang.

He disguised himself and entered Baihe Village to inquire about the situation of the mountains ahead. The villagers of Baihe Village have lived at the foot of the mountain for generations and know the situation in the mountain best.

When the villagers saw that he was well-dressed, young and wealthy, they thought he was a rich man, so they approached a respected old man in the village.

"Sir, the fact that you have found our Baihe Village means that you still have a bit of immortality. The man we are going to meet now is the most senior elder in our village. He has lived for eight hundred years."

"Eight hundred years!?"

Fang Yang listened and was secretly wary. Is a person who has lived for eight hundred years still a mortal?

Thinking of this, he touched the Baoguang bronze mirror in his arms and felt reassured. With this magic weapon, even if the Snake God with Xuanxian cultivation takes action, he can't do anything to him.

"Young master, don't be nervous. This elder is not a cultivator as you thought. He is just an ordinary person."

Seeing Fang Yang's solemn expression, the villagers thought Fang Yang was nervous, so they spoke out.

Fang Yang was slightly startled by the villager's words. Can ordinary people live for eight hundred years?

"Master, don't you believe it? Everyone in this village knows about this elder's deeds. Eight hundred years ago, he went to Lianyun Mountain to collect firewood and saw a naked baby in the grass. He thought it was someone. Abandoned the baby, hurried over to check.”

"Guess what, sir?"

The villagers became disloyal.

Fang Yang thought for a while and said, "Could it be that this baby is the descendant of the immortal? This elder saved the descendant of the immortal and received the immortal's reward?"

The villagers immediately revealed different possessions and shook their heads:

"No, no! After picking up the baby, the elder discovered that this baby was not actually a baby, but a fairy fruit.

"Fairy fruit?"

Fang Yang's heart moved slightly.

According to the description of the villagers, he thought of a fairy fruit.

Ginseng fruit blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and matures once every three thousand years. It only bears thirty fruits each time.

If a person is destined to get the fruit and smell it, he can live 360 ​​years; if he eats one, he can live 47,000 years.

If what the elder saw was a ginseng fruit, he would have no problem living for eight hundred years as long as he took a few more breaths of the fruit.

"The elder wanted to eat the fairy fruit, but the fairy fruit looked too much like a baby. He was worried that the fairy fruit had spiritual power and that eating it would damage his moral character, so he took the fairy fruit home and worshiped it day and night. "

"Good people are rewarded. After offering the fairy fruit, the elder's waist no longer aches, his legs no longer hurt, all his body aches and pains disappear, and his appearance becomes younger and younger."

"In this way, the elder worshiped the fairy fruit for three years. Three years later, on a thunderstorm night, the fairy fruit turned into a black-clothed immortal wearing a white ribbon and flew into the vast mountains."

The faces of the villagers were full of envy. It seemed that he wished he could replace the elder and live to be eight hundred years old.

During the conversation, the villagers took Fang Yang to the door of the elder's house.

As expected of a person who has lived for eight hundred years and worked hard for eight lifetimes, the elder lives in a big villa. Of course, it is a big villa in this era.

The elder's home occupies a large area, equivalent to three times the size of other villagers' homes. It has a rockery and a pond, and it looks very comfortable.

"Peng Zu, this is the young man who wants to seek immortality and visit the Tao."

After the villagers finished speaking, the elder bowed and turned to leave.

Under the banyan tree by the pond, there are old men with white hair parted in the middle. Although the old man's hair is completely white, his skin is the same as that of the young people, exuding the breath of life.

Fang Yang was slightly shocked when he heard the villagers mention the elder's name for the first time.

He first met Yu Gong, and now he met Peng Zu. Did he want to meet all the characters in the myth?

"Old man."

He cupped his hands at Peng Zu.

Peng Zu nodded, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes. After looking Fang Yang up and down, he spoke.

"Hunter, are you not a mortal?"

After living for eight hundred years, a pig can become a sperm, let alone a human. By observing Fang Yang's temperament, he immediately knew that Fang Yang was not a mortal.

However, he couldn't see that Fang Yang was a demon.

The behaviors and behaviors of demons often reflect the habits of their true nature. Fang Yang is originally a human being, and there is nothing like a cat in his movements or movements.

"Old man, I have good eyesight. I came from the Taihang Mountains, which is 300,000 miles away, and traveled around the world, looking for opportunities to cultivate and become an immortal."

Peng Zu was noncommittal. He pointed to the chair opposite and motioned for Fang Yang to sit down.

"Young people have great ambitions, but becoming an immortal is not an easy task."

"Please give me some advice!"

Fang Yang cupped his hands.

He knew that he would soon know some information about the world.

Of course he knew that there were gods, demons, emperors, and emperors in this world, but he knew nothing about the structure of the world.

Peng Zudao: "The world's immortals come from Xuanmen. If the descendants want to become immortals, the best choice is to worship the four Taoist religions."

This is no surprise to Fang Yang. Xuanmen is a Taoist school, and the process of becoming an immortal is also called cultivating Taoism.

"Old sir, please have some tea."

Fang Yang diligently poured Peng Zu a cup of tea.

"The four Taoist religions are the Human Sect founded by Taiqing Daode Tianzun, the Chan Jiao taught by Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, the Jie Jiao taught by Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, and the Western Sect jointly founded by Jie Yin Tianzun and Zhunti Tianzun. Among them, , Xuanmen is the authentic sect of immortality in the world, so Xuanmen is also called the authentic sect of Xuanmen.”

What Peng Zu said was calm, but Fang Yang's heart was filled with turmoil.

After hearing the key words "Chanjiao", "Jiejiao", and "Western Teacher", if he still doesn't know which world he has traveled to, he can find a basketball, cut a hole in the basketball, and put it on his head.

"The prehistoric world!"

Fang Yang said word by word in his heart.

"Is it difficult to join these four sects?"

Although he was shocked in his heart, he remained calm on the surface.

Peng Zu shook his head and said mockingly.

"Not only is it difficult, but for ordinary people like us, there is no chance at all."

"How can I say this? Other sects may not be able to join, but I have heard people say that the teachings of Jie Jiao are all kinds of religions. Anyone who wants to practice Taoism can listen to the teachings of the saints."

Fang Yang pretended to be confused and asked.

Peng Zu looked at Fang Yang with pity and asked.

"Hunter, let me ask you, are you a descendant of the Human Queen?"

"no!"

"Then you have elders who serve as high officials in the court?"

"This junior is an ordinary person with some assets in his family."

"Then you are the reincarnation of a great innate god with great luck?"

"no!"

"Then do you know an immortal with a high level of cultivation?"

"I don't know him either!"

Peng Zu sneered:

"You have no background whatsoever, so why would you let someone from the Jie Jiao teach you to come to your door to recruit you? Without anyone to protect you, how can you cross the vast sea and break through the obstacles of countless demons on the sea to reach the Holy Land of the Jie Jiao?"