socalfunplaces Chapter 50 Back Mountain
Chapter 50 Back Mountain
Before long, a freshly roasted chicken, glistening with oil, was ready.
Chen Yuan casually took out two seasoning jars and sprinkled them evenly on the roast chicken.
An exotic fragrance exploded and spread instantly.
This was a complex and alluring scent that Zhang Wuji had never smelled in the past ten years.
He twitched his nose, and his eyes widened involuntarily as he stared at the jar.
"What...what kind of spice is this? How can the flavor be so strong?"
Chen Yuan smiled smugly.
"This is called 'technology and ruthless skill,' kid, you don't have that in your time."
He tore off a leg from the glistening roast chicken and handed it to Zhang Wuji.
A strange fragrance filled the air, and Zhang Wuji's stomach rumbled again, much to his dismay.
He was really hungry now, and he had long since thrown the charred chicken leg aside.
Zhang Wuji swallowed hard, first carefully blew on it, and then tentatively took a small bite.
The next second, his eyes suddenly widened.
Chen Yuan watched him eat, shook his head with amusement, and slowly ate the other chicken leg himself.
Before long, only the skeleton of the whole roasted chicken remained.
Zhang Wuji licked his fingers with lingering satisfaction, a rare blush of childlike contentment appearing on his face.
He glanced at Chen Yuan furtively, seemingly a little embarrassed by his lapse in composure.
"Are you full?"
Chen Yuan stood up and casually clapped his hands.
"Now that you've eaten, let's get to work. Come on, I'll take you to the back mountain."
He casually put the adamantium knife and lighter into his spatial storage, then took out the "flying vehicle" and put it on his head.
Before Zhang Wuji could even marvel at Chen Yuan's unpredictable and miraculous methods, he was grabbed and slowly flown into the sky.
"ah--!"
An exclamation escaped his lips.
He had already fainted when he first went into the air in the square.
This is my first real experience of flying.
The weightlessness and fear of the trees rapidly shrinking and receding beneath his feet made him close his eyes tightly, his hands instinctively tightening around Chen Yuan's neck, his face deathly pale.
"Open your eyes and give directions."
Chen Yuan's voice came through the wind.
"You don't want to just keep spinning in the sky forever."
Zhang Wuji shakily opened his eyes a crack.
In an instant, the entire panorama of the Wudang Mountains came into view from an unprecedented angle—the mountain range stretched out like a deep blue-green, the Zhenwu Hall became an exquisite model, and the clouds seemed within reach.
The awe-inspiring view overlooking all living beings temporarily overshadowed the fear.
He forgot to cry, his mouth slightly open.
"Where is the back mountain?"
Zhang Wuji replied blankly.
"I don't know either."
"......Depend on!"
Chen Yuan suddenly realized that Zhang Wuji hadn't spent as much time as him at Wudang Mountain, so how could he know where the back of Wudang Mountain was?
"A miscalculation..."
He muttered something to himself and steadied himself in mid-air.
Squinting, I first located the roof of the Zhenwu Hall as a landmark, and then carefully recalled the scenes from the movie.
The location of the Fire-Worker Monk is very distinctive.
An extremely steep mountain peak, with a huge rock on one side protruding outward like an eagle's beak, hanging precariously in the air.
Directly below this "eagle beak rock" lies a deep valley surrounded by steep rock walls.
He maneuvered the aircraft, using the main hall as the center, and scanned the area from near to far.
After passing several steep mountain peaks, his gaze suddenly fixed on the northwest.
There stands an exceptionally lofty and precipitous peak.
On one side of the peak, there is a huge grayish-white rock that extends horizontally from the mountain in an unusual way.
It resembles a natural guillotine, or the protruding jaw of a giant beast, exuding a sense of oppression.
Beneath the giant rock, clouds and mist swirl, obscuring the bottom and vaguely forming the outline of a sunken valley.
"That's it!"
Chen Yuan's spirits lifted, he changed direction and flew towards "Eagle's Beak Peak," landing in a forest clearing not far from the precipitous peak.
"Wait here."
He gave an order, and then proceeded to roast the chicken over a fire in the same way.
Soon, the familiar scent dispelled the damp chill of the forest once again.
Zhang Wuji looked at the firelight, then at the menacing "Eagle Beak Stone" in the distance, and asked in a low voice.
"Are we... going to the area under that rock?"
"Yes, there's someone down there."
Chen Yuan flipped the roasted chicken, speaking casually.
"Bring him a chicken, and he won't eat you."
"Eat...eat me?"
Zhang Wuji's voice trembled.
The people down there are actually eating people?!
The roast chicken is fresh out of the oven, golden brown and glistening with oil.
Chen Yuan casually put it into his spatial storage, put the paper hat back on, and then embraced Jin Zhang Wuji.
"Let's go, let's go down."
The aircraft started up again, this time descending vertically into the darkness below "Eagle Beak Rock".
The further down you go, the dimmer the light and the more humid it becomes.
After flying for an unknown amount of time, a narrow valley suddenly came into view, tightly bound by a near-vertical rock wall.
The steep rock walls on both sides are covered with dense, dark green vines that have been growing for countless years.
They are as thick as pythons, intertwined and layered, almost completely covering the original color of the mountain wall.
The entire valley looks like a huge, dark, and lifeless abdominal cavity wrapped in countless green blood vessels.
Chen Yuan landed at the bottom of the valley with Zhang Wuji, his gaze sweeping into the dark corners of the valley.
Is anyone there?
"If anyone's here, we'll come out and chat; if not, we'll leave!"
The next instant, a fierce wind suddenly rose in the valley.
A round, giant rock, glowing with golden light, spun through the air and flew toward them.
Zhang Wuji was terrified.
"What...what kind of monster is this?!"
He instinctively wanted to run away, but the boulder suddenly stopped when it was a foot away from them.
Chen Yuan smiled and held up a roasted chicken.
"Hey, Fire-Worker Monk, don't you want to eat this chicken?"
"Gurgle~"
The sound of swallowing came, and "The Rock" slowly turned around, revealing a person.
The man was an old man with a white beard, his entire body embedded in a boulder and bound by vines.
The old man had a bald head and wore a huge string of Buddhist beads around his neck.
His gaze fell on the golden, oily roasted chicken in Chen Yuan's hand, his eyes gleaming with a green light.
"Kid, you actually recognize me?!"
Chen Yuan smiled.
"Of course, I came here today specifically to see you."
"Looking for me?"
The Fire-Worker Monk laughed loudly.
"You're smart, kid, at least you thought to bring a roast chicken down!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a vine shot out from the side of the boulder, reaching out like a python towards Chen Yuan's roasted chicken.
"Give it to me! Hahahaha... Uh!"
The laughter stopped abruptly because the roast chicken in Chen Yuan's hand suddenly vanished into thin air!
The Fire-Worker Monk immediately became anxious.
"Hey kid, where's the roast chicken?! Where did you hide it?!"
"Hand it over right now!"
"Or I'll eat you up!"
"Don't rush."
Chen Yuan walked around the Firework Monk with his hands behind his back.
"Guests are welcome. If you're in such a hurry, you won't get to eat the roast chicken."
"You didn't even ask me why I'm here?"
"Waaaaah!"
The Fire-Worker Monk manipulated the boulder to spin it around in the air a few times, and then manipulated the vines to bind Zhang Wuji tightly.
"Hey kid, hand over the chicken, or I'll eat him!"