Chapter Eighty Entering the Mountain

  The sun slowly sank, the mountains and forests were quiet, only Yitian Xing's slight breathing sound and the soft crackling sound of his body breaking through the branches.

  By this time, he had shaken off the young master and was running alone for more than an hour.

  Breathing in the wild air of the mountains, feeling the full-force gusts of wind, and physically colliding with the most primitive plants in nature, he has brought out the ultimate speed that a human can muster. If someone could see him running, they would definitely think it was a leopard spirit in the mountains, but more likely: people would only see a whirlwind, a flash of yellow, and then a trail of dust and debris everywhere.

  At this point, Yi Tianxing finally felt a slight fatigue, perhaps it was this thread of fatigue that made his mind slightly relaxed, and he had the interest to take a look at the scenery around him.

  Racing along while appreciating the dense forests and wetlands that are rarely seen in provincial cities and county towns, I soon got a bit tired of it.

  At this time, for some reason, he suddenly missed the little prince who had taken the wrong path.

  Previously, I had a race with Xiao Gongzi, one in front of the other, although we didn't speak, but just looking at each other from afar, knowing that he was not far away. This sounds mysterious, but it's probably just everyone's fear of loneliness.

  The mountains are too quiet, and sunlight can hardly penetrate the dense forest to reach the ground, a sense of inexplicable sorrow hovers over it.

  Yi Tian Xing didn't dare to slow down, but couldn't help letting out a sigh. However, before he could even let the sigh out, it was blown back into his mouth by the strong mountain wind that came rushing towards him, making him feel a bit suffocated. He had no idea where the young master who took the wrong turn had gone, only knowing that he himself was taking the most direct route. Given the young master's previous speed, it was impossible for him to still be ahead even after taking the wrong turn, so Yi Tian Xing felt slightly more at ease.

  He ran through the forest, startling the birds in the woods. Listening to a burst of bird calls, he looked up and saw that it was just the returning birds flying away. He couldn't help but smile and calm down, then picked up his pace again and continued running wildly.

  He thought that in such a secluded place, his wild sprint would not have any impact on the lives of ordinary people, but he forgot one thing: although China is vast, there are even more people.

  Where there are many people, even the most secluded places cannot avoid leaving traces of human activity. What's more, he mechanically follows the straight line on the map and is prone to encountering fragile and vulnerable things.

  For example: He just smiled and relaxed his mind's forethought, and ran into that small broken house.

  Fortunately, there was no one in the broken house.

  Yi Tianxing was relieved to think that when his face was about to be scorched by the flames and the wooden debris scattered, he suddenly found that where he landed, there was a black goat looking at him pitifully.

  "Baa baa"

  "I'm done!" Yi Tianxing was shocked and pale, knowing the magnitude of his kick. He quickly bent his knees to pull back, extremely embarrassed, and flipped over in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the black sheep as he tumbled and crawled through the other side of the sheepshed's earthen wall, fleeing down the mountain like a fugitive, leaving behind the precarious sheepshed and a string of pitiful bleats.

  ……

  ……

  Crashed into a sheepfold, trampled several pigpens, almost kissed a large coal truck, startled several mud children probing for autumn catfish in the pond, treaded on thousands of mountains and traversed tens of thousands of forests, Yi Tianxing finally arrived safely at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

  He had never felt the breath of the little prince, although he was vaguely uneasy in his heart, but his unwavering determination to geometry still made him believe that the little prince must be behind him, only he didn't know how far away.

  At the foot of Wudang Mountain was a small town, which was originally a tourist destination. Although the sun had slowly slid westward, there were still many people moving around in the town. Yi Tianxing looked at the town houses from afar and couldn't help but frown slightly, but he couldn't think too much about it now. With victory within sight, this was a critical moment where every second counted, so he didn't care about anything else and rushed towards the town with his incredible speed.

  He rushed forward while putting his right hand into the pocket of his upper garment.

  There is some money in the pocket.

  He took out a one-yuan coin.

  It was just such a simple action, and after he finished this action, people had already rushed to the town, perverted speed!

  He gently tossed a one-yuan coin towards a small shop on the edge of the town road and then picked up a bottle of mineral water from the counter.

  At this time, the shop owner was turning his head to look at his wife, who had touched a two-tube, and the pair had already heard the cards. He felt a gust of wind whizzing past behind him as he turned around with some confusion, looking at the empty street illuminated by the sunset outside the store entrance. Suddenly, he discovered that one bottle of mineral water was missing from his counter, just as he was about to shout "thief", but then saw something buzzing on the doorpost of his own shop.

  He cautiously approached and took a closer look, but was startled to find that it was a one-yuan coin that had somehow become deeply embedded and was still trembling...

  Yi Tianxing ran while pouring a full bottle of water into his stomach, feeling a refreshing coolness inside. However, at this moment, he saw a low humming noise coming from the mountains dyed red by the dusk, and his brow furrowed as he listened, with an increasing sense of unease in his heart, but he didn't know where this unease came from.

  I have entered Mount Wudang.

  The mountain road is rugged and the stone road is ninefold. It's easy for fairies to fly and jump in between, listening to the chanting of Taoist temples coming from somewhere in the mountains.

  The Taoist priests of Mount Wudang are probably the closest to the secular world. These Taoists often hold activities such as fasting and chanting. After Zhu Di, the Chengzu Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, built the Wudang Taoist temple, he selected 400 high-ranking Taoist priests who were well-versed in scriptures and music from all over the country to come to Mount Wudang to perform rituals. Although the main intention was to weaken the original Taoist authority of Mount Wudang, it also brought glory to Mount Wudang, making its Taoist music gather the best of the nation's Taoist music.

  "... jade hitting metal, strings ringing on bamboo, beating golden drums, jade pendants tinkling..."

  The ancients wrote such a vivid description, which is to describe the beauty of the Taoist music on Mount Wudang, as if it were a heavenly sound drifting from the clouds.

  At this time, the dusk was gradually sinking, and Yitian Xing heard on the mountain path that it was not a general Buddhist ceremony, but the daily routine of Wudang Mountain Taoist priests. The so-called lyrical chanting is actually the recitation of scriptures every morning and evening, each lasting about an hour. Although Yitian Xing felt a bit noisy in his ears, he didn't know that these noises were considered by Wudang Mountain Taoists as the most pure and ancient form of Taoist music, which was also the necessary path for ascetic cultivation.

  Yi Tian Xing, despite lacking a pious heart, ran wildly against the wind on the mountain path. The sound of the flying bells and pillars still slowly entered his ears. Although he couldn't purify his heart, it had a subtle effect on his temperament. He gradually felt that worldly worries were fading away, and his mind was becoming clearer.

  Just then, the strange humming sound that Yitian Xing had heard before entering the town started again, and it suddenly startled him out of his thoughts.

  The wailing sound seemed to be getting closer, and Yi Tianxing's unease in his heart also grew stronger.

  Treading on the mossy mountain path, Yi Tian strode towards Lao Jun Rock with swift steps, while the wailing sound seemed to be coming from another direction, also heading towards Lao Jun Rock. As the wailing grew louder, he climbed over the cliff wall covered with inscriptions left by scholars and poets, skirted around the narrow pass clinging to the precipice, and caught sight of the dark, towering Dragon Head Incense...

  At the same time, he finally saw the source of the humming noise, and he also finally understood where his unease came from.

  In the valley of Wudang Mountain, a dark green military helicopter was slowly rising in a spiral, flying towards the stone pillar where the dragon head incense was placed. On the side of the helicopter, a young man with a black suit and hat stood coldly, his face hidden under the brim.

  It's Xiao Gongzi.

  (Hei Tuili: Ah, ah, so it's still more fun to let Xiao Yi play with secular people. Hei Yaxin: It makes sense, it makes sense, hehe.)