Chapter 344 The Frying Fish Tribe (please subscribe, please collect)
The large and small tribes that thrive in the Hundred Thousand Mountains are similar to the state of the Song Dynasty's cultivation world. The ratio of monks is still a minority, and most of them are still mortals who need to eat three meals a day.
It's just that in the secular world of the Song Dynasty, after generations of development, the environment was pleasant and it was important for human beings to recuperate and live, represented by towns and villages of various sizes.
These 100,000 mountains are filled with all kinds of monsters, monsters, and miasma. Mortals who have never embarked on the path of spiritual practice are not qualified to survive here alone. Maybe they only need a bloodthirsty first-order middle-lower-grade monster. It can be swallowed whole with ease.
Therefore, every tribe here has Gu Masters or cultivators with different cultivation levels, and their strength is often directly proportional to the size and influence of the tribe.
The traces left by cutting firewood and the blood stains left by hunting wild beasts that appeared in front of Sun Mingsheng should all be made by the hands of mortals in the tribe.
This has no impact on Sun Mingsheng at all. As long as there are mortal tribes, there must be Gu masters or monks.
And the strength of the tribe is almost directly proportional to the size of the tribe. This has no substantial impact on him. After all, all he needs is a map to leave the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Such clear traces appeared on the ground. Half a day later, Sun Mingsheng went upstream along a small river and appeared in a valley with beautiful mountains and clear waters.
In this small area, there was no human habitation for tens of thousands of miles in the past. People were bustling and coming and going, each busy with their own business.
Some people are busy in the fields waving hoes, shovels and other tools in their hands, some are pulling saws to repair trees, and some are setting up stalls on the streets to sell needles and thread to earn money.
"Where does this senior come from? Why do you want to come to our Miaoyu tribe? Do you have an invitation from the tribe's elders and monks?" They were more than a hundred feet away from the entrance of the tribe. They were wearing clothes made of colorful cloth, with their necks There is a long snake as thick as an arm wrapped around it layer by layer.
"Hissing!" When these long snakes with patterns of different colors felt the breath of strangers, they kept spitting out their long triangular tongues. Their originally relaxed bodies also straightened up again and were constantly accumulating power, ready to unfold at any time. A violent thunder blow.
It's a pity that the two seemingly menacing monks in front of them inevitably have a sense of internal turmoil. After all, they are only in the Qi refining stage, facing a foundation-building stage monk who is strong, experienced and has strong lethality. They are facing a lot of pressure, especially when it is obvious that both sides cannot distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
"Sun Mingsheng is from Pingyang County of the Song Dynasty. Don't panic, these two little friends. I was just lucky enough to enter Shiwanda Mountain and lost my way here. I came here just to ask for a pair of masks. I left Shiwanda Mountain and headed to the southern border of Song Dynasty. It's just a map." In order to show his sincerity, Sun Mingsheng restrained all his aura and acted as peacefully as possible.
"It turns out to be Senior Sun. I will report to the tribal elders now. Senior, please wait here for a moment or two." After the two tribal guards looked at each other, one of them said very politely.
"You can go ahead, little friend, I'll wait here." I've just entered a brand new tribe, and I don't have enough understanding of the strength of this tribe. Moreover, this trip is for a request, so naturally I won't show off. A domineering look.
From the eyes of the two tribal guards, Sun Mingsheng could basically make a judgment that there must be a foundation-building monk in this tribe, and they should be very powerful.
"It's great to have friends from far away. Taoist friend Sun has come from thousands of miles away. The Miaoyu tribe is really flourishing. The old man is late to welcome me. I hope to atone for my sins." In the time of only half a cup of tea, a man held a Zen staff and placed it on his waist. There is a long snake of different colors entangled on the neck and limbs.
"I just came here arbitrarily and caused too much trouble. Please forgive me, fellow Taoist. I wonder if I can give you a map for guidance?" Sun Mingsheng did not hide his purpose at all. Instead, he asked straight to the point.
"Of course a map is not a problem, but the Miaoyu tribe has been isolated in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for a long time. How about inviting fellow Taoists to join the tribe and talk about it? By the way, you and I can also exchange practice experiences and make some deals." The old man Open your mouth and extend your invitation warmly.
"It's my pleasure." Now that this was done, he had no room to refuse, as long as he was careful in the process.
He had enough confidence that as long as he had not fallen into the encirclement of several monks of the same level or above, he would have enough confidence to break out and leave.
What's more, judging from the current situation, there is no irreconcilable fundamental conflict of interest between the two. There is a greater chance that it is just a truly simple transaction.
Although these tribes and monks living in the Hundred Thousand Mountains have some quirks, not everyone is a murderer. There is also a real and urgent need for various spiritual objects from the world of cultivation.
This so-called fry tribe has no need to kill him immediately. Unless they are sure to kill him calmly in a very short period of time, it will be a lose-lose choice.
In fact, this kind of transaction is also a rare opportunity for Sun Mingsheng. Many spiritual objects are unique to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and their number is also very rare in the world of Song Dynasty cultivation.
No matter whether the spiritual objects that the Miaoyu Tribe eventually used to trade met Sun Mingsheng's own needs, he could easily earn valuable spiritual resources after returning to the Song Dynasty.
"Fellow Daoist Sun, this is Miao Yu, the great elder of our Miaoyu tribe. Below is Miao Shui, the second elder of the Miaoyu tribe. There is even a third brother who is traveling outside." In a cave illuminated by candles, three monks sat cross-legged. The person who was introducing the three people to each other was the monk who brought him here.
"Sun comes from the Sun family of Shengushan, Pingyang County, Song Dynasty. There are seven foundation-building monks in the family. One of the ancestors has been immersed in the foundation-building stage for many years. In the future, he may attack the golden elixir, and he is also a member of the family. "The pillar of support" Sun Mingsheng's words contained nine truths and one falsehood.
The two sides just met by chance, and there was not enough trust. Unless he was forced to do so, he would never want to go deep into an unfamiliar tribe in order to obtain a map of the mountain.
In order to protect themselves, they subconsciously exaggerate the family's strength, and the most important thing is to completely eliminate the last bit of luck in the hearts of these Miaoyu tribe monks.
As for the so-called family elders who have the opportunity to reach the golden elixir stage, it is not a lie. After all, before a monk runs out of life and dies, theoretically all have the opportunity to reach the golden elixir. The only difference is It’s just the size of the opportunity.
"We brothers are sincerely inviting us to trade this time. Please rest assured, Fellow Daoist Sun."