Mount Tai

There is no mountain as big as Mogu!

It stretches eighty thousand miles across and towers into the ninth heaven.

During the day, the fairy mist is thick, Sanskrit chants are chanting, and auspiciousness accompanies it;

At night, the sounds of gods and demons fighting are endless, accompanied by the roar of mysterious creatures.

There are several legends about Mount Tai in the world. One is that Mount Tai is a holy mountain, and there is an opportunity to be called a saint and ancestor on the top of the mountain. The other is that inside Mount Tai is a mausoleum of gods and demons, where supreme gods and demons are buried!

The third rumor is even more bizarre. There is a five-color altar on the top of Mount Tai, which connects to another world.

There is no way to verify who is true and who is false, because no one except previous emperors dared to enter Mount Tai, and no one who entered has ever come out alive.

In fact, this world is far more than what we see. The reason why the secular world is called secular is because there is a supreme existence in this world called: monks.

Ancient books record: Cultivators eat wind and drink dew, do not eat the fireworks of the world, are extraordinary and refined, and have the ability to move mountains and seas.

Mount Tai spans 80,000 miles. In fact, the real Mount Tai only has a huge mountain mass of 3,000 miles in the middle. The surrounding mountains were formed later. Thanks to the luck of Mount Tai, they became a dragon vein. Many expedition teams came here because of Mount Tai.

The existing dragon veins are named: Mount Tai Dragon Veins.

The emperor built the Great Wall along this dragon vein to protect the empire's foundation for eternity.

Yunyan Village is an inconspicuous town in the Dragon Vein. The villagers work at sunrise and rest at sunset. I don’t know how many small villages like this there are in the Dragon Vein.

The most conspicuous place in the village is a huge mausoleum at the entrance of the village. The black jade tombstone is carved with dragons and phoenixes, and is engraved with a line of regular script: Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

In the wind and snow, there is an even bigger willow tree in front of the giant mausoleum. The whole body is charred black, and the jasper tree has withered. Only a twig is pulled out from the top of the trunk, swaying in the wind, and the green light is rippling...

The Wang family, the only family with an outside name in the village, has made a living by making coffins for generations, and only makes nine coffins every year. There is a rumor circulating in the village: If you force ten coffins, you will be punished by God.

"Brother Ye, dad wants you to come in." The little girl ran out of the back room and whispered to the young man, slightly worried.

The little girl's eyes were lifeless, like the Nine Netherworlds of Hell, her two delicate ears were slender, like an elf, and she was dressed beautifully in a long red dress.

The young man responded calmly and walked towards the back room. The little girl stretched out her hand to pull him, but he dodged her. The young man had dragon eyes and a phoenix neck. He was majestic and plainly dressed, like a down-and-out nobleman.

Retracting her hand angrily, the little girl could no longer hear the boy's footsteps and whispered to herself: "Dad is going to punish Brother Ye again..."

The little girl's name is Yan'er, and her father has punished the boy every day since she can remember.

Opening the door curtain, a rickety figure turned around, and the young man shouted respectfully: Master.

The old man's name is Wang Hua. He is an ordinary man and is the only person in the village who has been out of the mountains. People often come here to ask him to make coffins, but he makes at most nine coffins every year.

It is said that ten years ago, the emperor's uncle forced him to make the tenth coffin. On the day the coffin was completed, thunder fell from the sky, and the emperor's uncle's lineage was wiped out. Since then, no one has asked for the tenth coffin.

That night, Bai Ye saw thunder rolling in the night sky, the fairy palace destroyed, and the big willow tree next to the emperor's mausoleum falling from the sky, with its charred trunk buried deep in the soil.

Wang Hua often laments: In my previous life, I killed people, and in this life, I am a coffin maker.

The boy's name was Bai Ye. He picked him up from the bank of the Yellow River. For fifteen years, he taught him how to make a coffin every day. If he made any mistakes, he would be whipped with a cane. Both of them were used to it.

"How many coffin bans have you had?" Wang Hua turned his back to the young man and asked softly.

The reason why the Wang family's coffin making is so miraculous is inseparable from Wang Hua's miraculous methods. Bai Ye has been making coffins with the master since he can remember, and spent most of his time mastering a "coffin taboo".

This is a magical technique, and Wang Hua has never shown anything beyond ordinary people in front of him.

In the past ten years, Wang Hua has only taught Bai Ye one skill, which is coffin confinement. Today, Bai Ye can barely learn the basic confinement seal, but the method of transformation is still far away.

"Eighty-one lessons have been learned." Bai Ye answered truthfully, and after finishing his words, he looked up at the figure behind him.

How he wished his master could praise him, even just one sentence.

"Too slow!" Wang Hua hated the fact that iron could not become steel, and sighed helplessly: "At this rate, when will the magic coffin be repaired..."

There is an ancient well in the courtyard, with nine wooden coffins placed on all sides, with different styles, and thousands of scenery evolved among them.

"My disciple is stupid, I am willing to be punished by my master!" Bai Ye's eyes dimmed, filled with shame.

From the fifteen years he can remember, Wang Hua was very kind to him, but he was extremely strict about making coffins.

The eighty-one forbidden seals were not mastered until today. Bai Ye felt unhappy, feeling that he owed a lot to his master and was willing to be punished.

"Yan'er!" Wang Hua shouted outside. The little girl who was hiding outside the door curtain and eavesdropping agreed in a panic, stumbled into the house holding a dark jade vine, and handed it to Wang Hua.

"Dad, please forgive me this time! He will definitely work harder in the future!" Yan'er held Wang Hua's sleeves in both hands and begged eagerly.

"Yan'er, I can handle these whippings, don't make things difficult for the master!" Bai Ye looked at Yan'er's pitiful look and felt warm in his heart. This little girl who had been running behind her since she was a child has grown up.

"You see, he said he can't stand it and won't go out!" Wang Hua glanced at Bai Ye and hummed to Yan'er.

The two masters and apprentices were more aggressive than the other, and Yan'er ran away in anger.

Quickly taking off his gown, lying down on the bench, exposing his back, waiting for punishment, this was what Bai Ye had to experience every day.

Snapped!

As soon as he raised the whip with his hand, a red mark immediately swelled up on Bai Ye's back. If he looked closely at Bai Ye's skin, it was shining brightly, giving him a sense of transparency.

Bang bang bang!

The vine whips are like waves, one after another, hitting Bai Ye's back. The red marks are getting more and more dense, and they are quickly swallowed up by the white skin, like tempered refined iron.

Each landing point of the vine whip is different, sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes as slow as the breeze, with a strange rhythm.

After a full forty-nine blows, Wang Hua stopped.

"A distinguished guest is here today, hurry up and open the door!" Wang Hua looked at Bai Ye and uttered a long word, then turned to look in the direction of the ancient well in the yard and fell into deep thought.

"When will our distinguished guests come to our place... This year's nine coffins have been finished a long time ago." Bai Ye muttered with a look of disapproval, but at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Someone is really coming!" Bai Ye was shocked and secretly said that the master knew what was going on. When he was stunned, Wang Hua scolded: "Why are you so stupid? Why don't you open the door!"

At this time, the people outside the door seemed to be anxious, and the knocking on the door was like rain hitting banana trees, getting more and more urgent, like drums beating on a battlefield.

"Who is it?"

Just as Bai Ye was holding back his anger from Wang Hua, the rapid knock on the door made him frown.

In the ice and snow, the nineteen cavalry were majestic and orderly. The horses they rode were Dawan Baoju sweat-blooded horses, and everyone wore black clothes and iron armor.

There was one person in the lead who looked older than the other eighteen people. He was strong and powerful, with a thunderous aura hidden in his eyes!

"Commander, why don't you let me knock down this door? This family has made me wait for so long!" someone from the eighteen-year-old cavalry said.

"No, the King of Han asked us to ask Mr. Wang Hua to make the coffin. We must treat him with courtesy." The commander's sharp eyes made the young man lower his head.

"Commander, I can wait, but the King of Han cannot wait, so just listen to Xiao Wu!" Another voice sounded.

The middle-aged leader's pupils tightened, he nodded slightly and agreed to the young man's proposal.

The young man named Xiao Wu got off his horse and kicked him out ten feet away from the gate with great force!

If it wasn't a big emergency, why would the King of Han send out his troops at this time? Everyone in the group was very anxious.

Squeak, the door opened from the inside.

call!

Xiaowu's eyes were cold, and he advanced instead of retreating, increasing the strength of his feet, and he was already close to Bai Ye's abdomen!

As a young hero in the Han Dynasty, Xiao Wu is not only extraordinary in appearance, but also a leader among the younger generation in martial arts.

Seeing the kick coming to his abdomen, Bai Ye was shocked for a moment, then he smiled calmly and met the kick with the same kick.

puff!

There was a crisp sound, and Xiao Wu fell to his knees, his heroic face twisted in pain, dripping with cold sweat.

He raised his head and saw the terrifying young man in front of the gate. He had been practicing leg skills for twenty years since he was five years old. He did not expect to be defeated by a boy younger than him.

The two young men got off their horses, helped Xiao Wu up, stared at Bai Ye from left to right, and yelled: "Boy, do you know who we are?"

The dignified soldiers of the King of Han actually knelt down in front of people's doors. Wouldn't it make people laugh if word spread?

Bai Ye shrugged and grinned: "No matter who you are, when you arrive at the Wang family, you must follow the Wang family's rules!"

"Presumptuous!" the two young men shouted angrily: "Do you still have the King of Han in your eyes?"

Bai Ye listened, picked his ears with his little finger, and said softly: "King of Han... I only know that Da Qin is the emperor now."

"Besides, my master said that even if the current emperor comes to the Wang family, he must follow the Wang family's rules!"

Bai Ye spoke loudly, every word, and after finishing speaking, he flicked his little fingers, his face expressionless.

You can tell at a glance that this group of iron cavalry has an extraordinary origin, but Bai Ye doesn't care about you so much. Kicking the door of the Wang family means that the person who came here is evil.

Wang Hua once said: Anyone who comes to you who is not kind should not be polite!

"Boy, today I will teach you how to respect others on behalf of your family!" The two young men were furious, rushing towards both sides of Bai Ye, taking one step in the air, holding a trace of white mist in their wrists.

The white mist is like a living thing, exuding bursts of cold air, icy to the bone.

Bai Ye glanced at the silent middle-aged commander coldly, waved his palms lightly, and connected fists with his palms!

At the moment of contact, a chill hit Bai Ye's heart, as if his body was about to freeze. At this moment, Bai Ye's heart beat heavily, as if a chasm had been opened, blood flowed throughout his body, and the skin around his body was emitting a faint gleam.

Bang bang!
To be continued...