My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 410 Deer Cry
This wasn't the first time Chen Mu had moved.

Once the itinerary was finalized, he began packing his belongings with practiced ease.

Useful items are collected by the Five Ghosts Bag; useless items are absorbed by the Five Ghosts Bag.

Go to the market at the foot of the mountain to buy pots, pans, bed sheets, quilts and other daily necessities, and seal them into mustard seed talismans to assemble a relocation kit.

I also bought some commonly used medicinal herbs, so that I won't be afraid of not having the ingredients to make Huiyuan Soup when I arrive in a new place.

After making all the necessary preparations, he quietly stayed in the small building, practicing his magic every day, waiting for the person who would take over.

……

Ten days later.

With a buzzing sound, the enormous cloud bat flying boat slowly rose into the air.

Feeling the slight vibrations coming from the bulkhead behind him, Chen Mu's heart gradually calmed down; he was already used to running around.

"I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to revisit this place again."

Just as I was reminiscing about the relatively peaceful daily life of the past year or so, the cry of a deer suddenly reached my ears.

This sound...

He looked around and found that the disciples from the lower academy were either meditating with their eyes closed or talking quietly, and no one paid attention to the strange sound of the deer.

The method of listening attentively is activated.

The view of Jilong Mountain below came into my mind.

The verdant mountains remain unchanged, and a gentle breeze rustles through the terraced fields.

Is it just an illusion?
Chen Mu frowned slightly.

But just as he withdrew the Listening Technique...

A colossal object suddenly appeared in my perception.

The thing was surrounded by swirling smoke and strange white insects. It had eight pale, long legs, each as tall as Chicken Cage Mountain.

It has ferocious antlers on its head and its body is covered with pale bones that resemble a dense forest of grass and trees.

Just from the outline of his face being scanned by the Listening Technique, Chen Mu's heart trembled. He felt as if he were a fly trapped in amber, frozen in place, unable to move at all.

hum!
The Cloud Bat Flying Boat trembled, and a violent surge of airflow erupted. The two wings of the flying boat fluttered slightly, and the entire hull rapidly took off.

Chen Mu suddenly woke up.

I urged the Listening Beast to activate again.

Wispy white clouds drifted among the mountains, and tiny figures were busy in various places. The entire Jilong Mountain remained as peaceful and tranquil as ever.

But the enormous creature from before had vanished without a trace.

It was as if that horrifying glimpse was merely his hallucination.

"Is it really an illusion..." Chen Mu murmured absentmindedly.

Wilt disease, white smoke monsters—the world that was gradually becoming familiar seems to have become hazy again.

……

The sky was clear and the sun was blazing.

A vast, boundless forest stretched across the land, resembling a verdant carpet.

A light white mist, like cotton, was scattered across the tree canopy.

Inside the dense forest, accompanied by a series of soft whooshing sounds, seven or eight seven-star centipedes, each over ten meters long and two stories high, appeared.

They carried loads of goods covered with tarpaulins on their backs, moving orderly through the woods.

Behind them, a group of people dressed in various styles slowly moved forward, following the path trodden by the seven-star centipede.

Chen Mu was positioned slightly behind the middle of the group, wearing a gray robe and a hood, silently making his way forward without uttering a word.

This was half a month after he left Jilong Mountain.

The lower courtyard of Ganhe is too remote; the cloud-bat flying boat cannot go there.

Fearing danger while piloting his flying kite, he had no choice but to leave the flying boat at a place called Lichuan Lower Temple and join the people around him in traveling to Ganhe Lower Temple with the Daoist transport team.

Perhaps it's located behind Keelung Road, or perhaps the edge of Dongling is barren and not worth fighting for.

Along the way, not only did they not encounter any robbery or robbery as they had imagined, but they also did not encounter a single powerful beast.

Just as I was getting bored on the journey, I heard a conversation.

In the group ahead, a tall, thin young man in gray clothes said impatiently, "Brother, we've been walking for eight or nine days now, haven't we? Isn't Ganhe Lower Temple a bit too remote?"

The short, stout young man in brown standing beside him said calmly, "It'll be soon."

The tall, thin young man in gray pursed his lips, leaned closer, and complained in a low voice, "We shouldn't have come."

"Look behind us, those from our Hall of Crafts are all spineless old fogies. If you ask me, this Ganhe Lower Courtyard is just a retirement home!"

"If you want to make a fortune, you still have to go to the banks of the Canglan River..."

The short, stout young man remained silent, hurrying forward step by step.

The tall, thin young man seemed to have long been used to his brother's taciturn nature, and continued to grumble and complain from the side.

After a long while, when the tall, thin young man had finished speaking and his mouth was dry, the short, fat young man in brown said indifferently, "These old guys have been hanging around in the Hall of Crafts for many years, and they're all slick and cunning. Don't you ever think about why they all came to the Ganhe Lower Courtyard?"

The tall, thin young man was taken aback: "Why?"

"Because it's safe!" the short, stout young man said in a deep voice.

"Isn't this still a nursing home?!" The tall, thin young man couldn't help but glare.

Chen Mu, who had overheard the entire conversation between the two from a short distance away, couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"You're too young." "Cultivating Qi and immortality is a long process. The key is to survive safely if you want to achieve something."

"We made the right choice coming here this time."

"It's interesting that the younger brother is more mature than the older brother."

The tall, thin young man grumbled and complained to the short, fat young man.

They say Canglan Lower Courtyard is wonderful, with white jade everywhere, enough to fill a sack. They say Ganhe Lower Courtyard is desolate, a godforsaken place.

Only after he had talked until his spittle was dry and he had to take out his water bag to drink did the short, stout young man say casually, "Do you know where the Gan River ultimately leads?"

"Could it lead to the Dragon Palace?" the tall, thin young man retorted instinctively.

The short, chubby young man gave his older brother a meaningful look.

The tall, thin young man was taken aback: "Really?"

"Is the Gan River connected to the Tongtian River?"

"We're not far from the Heavenly River Water Palace?!"

Not far from the two, an old man dressed in black with a goatee approached with a smile: "Young man of the Wen family, are you dumbfounded? Learn from your brother."

"Ganhe Lower Temple is indeed inferior, but as long as you have the skills, you can go to Tianhe Water Mansion to earn resources."

"With such a safe and stable channel, who would still go to the Canglan River to fight and risk their lives for money?"

The familiar members of the Hundred Crafts Hall all laughed heartily.

Chen Mu, who was not far away, also laughed.

There's no shortage of smart people anywhere.

There are those who are courageous and diligent, eager to seize opportunities to make a fortune, such as Jia Tian.

There are also those who act with composure and prefer a slow and steady approach, such as the group of people from the Hundred Crafts Hall in front of us.

"So you think you're so smart and have such good taste?" The tall, thin young man was clearly familiar with the people around him, but he remained stubborn, refusing to admit defeat: "I think you're just cowards, that's why you chose this place..."

"Hey, Wen family kid, you better believe me."

"Even if our judgment is poor, you can't say that Mo Duyuan's judgment is also bad, can you?"

“That’s the young master of Danbao Pavilion, a direct descendant of three generations.”

“He personally volunteered to come here to oversee the construction of the Ganhe Lower Temple.”

"What does this mean? It means that the Lower House of Ganhe has a bright future!"

The tall, thin young man froze on the spot.

Chen Mu, who was not far away, couldn't help but stiffen.

Three generations of direct descendants?

Moduyuan?
This sounds kind of familiar!
He suddenly had a bad feeling.

……

The Ganhe Lower Temple is built in a huge pocket valley, with the Ganhe River beach at the valley entrance.

A group of strong men carried heavy stone slabs, each as large as a door panel, and raced out of the valley in an orderly fashion. Like ants carrying huge leaves on their heads, they transported the slabs in swarms to the riverbank.

There, another group of people chanted incantations and made hand gestures. Mud from the riverbed surged and rose into the air. It then covered the stone slabs, turning the mud into stone, binding and adhering it, and quickly piling up to form a neat embankment.

A deep-water ferry crossing rapidly took shape under the blessing of numerous secret techniques.

Deep in the Ganhe Valley, a wooden house has appeared in a small grove on a hillside.

The wooden house is supported by a scaffold, raising it two meters off the ground. The interior is simply divided into three rooms, including a bedroom, living room, and kitchen.

This is Chen Mu's new residence in the Ganhe Lower Courtyard, which he hired skilled craftsmen from the Hundred Crafts Hall to build.

He habitually left a long corridor in front of the door, which was extended and covered with a roof. Even on cloudy or rainy days, it didn't stop him from drinking tea and enjoying his leisure time in the corridor.

A comfortable rocking chair was placed in the corridor, and Chen Mu was currently curled up inside it.

It felt no comfort amidst the mountain breeze and the faint scent of wood; instead, it looked gloomy and distressed.

In the few days since he arrived, he has confirmed that the head of the Ganhe Lower Temple is Mo Wuzhou.

"So all my hard work leaving Chicken Cage Mountain just resulted in me running right into Mo Wuzhou? Tsk..."

"What if he discovers the Primordial Chaos Qi?"

"I don't want to lose the exquisite jade plate."

"But the Hidden Qi Vine can only restrain the earth's spiritual energy; it won't work against the primordial energy."

Chen Mu's consciousness sank into the Five Ghosts Bag, pushed away a curious ghost that approached, and rummaged around in the small space of the wooden frame.

It took a long time to find several books with curled edges from a pile of miscellaneous books.

Chen Mu looked at the black-covered book with a complicated expression.

The book is a collection of miscellaneous notes on spiritual practice, written by Liu Hongyang. He was skilled at turning the ground into steel with his finger, came from the Hall of Craftsmen, and met Chen Mu at Misty Mountain.

Later, Sun Wuhuan died, the gourd sword box was lost, and the Sun family arrested and interrogated people in large numbers, including this Senior Brother Liu.

Because of his cruel methods, he damaged Senior Brother Liu's jade seed foundation, causing him to become extreme and demonic, and to worship evil gods. In the end, he even attacked Chen Mu, but was killed by him at Eagle Sorrow Mountain.

These notes on spiritual practice record all the other person's thoughts and feelings about spiritual practice, some of which are related to restrictions and prohibitions.

The evil god altar of the Winter Moon God was hidden by Senior Brother Liu using a restriction.

"It can even block the aura of evil gods."

"Blocking a little bit of the primordial energy shouldn't be too difficult, right..." Chen Mu scratched his head, feeling a little uneasy.

(End of this chapter)