The mountain of Yanlang is thousands of feet high at an altitude. From a distance, it looks like an Optimus Prime, reaching the sky.

On the night of full moon on August 15th, the autumn breeze on Yanlang Mountain is blowing, and the vast sky is full of stars.

The land on the east side of the mountain is a vast and flat grassland. Even in this season, the green grass on the grassland is not withered, and always gives people a feeling of spring and vitality.

A cold and staggered young male corpse lying in the center of the grassland, motionless...

As I approached Zi Shishi, a sharp white light suddenly appeared to cut through the night sky and landed on the grassland like a meteor, and then shot straight into the heart of the male corpse.

Suddenly, the male corpse's body twitched up, and his originally closed eyes opened in an instant!

Looking at the stars shining in the sky above and feeling the quiet and deserted environment around him, the owner of the male corpse began to have a clear consciousness. He sat up in a daze, frowned his neat sword eyebrows, and asked himself incredibly, "I am not dead? I am not dead? Why is this happening..."

As he thought about it, his head became painful.

"Where am I? Why am I not dead? Where are they?" he asked. He was really messy, helpless, and confused. He simply hugged his head with both hands and thought harder.

Finally, he gradually recalled everything that happened the moment before.

The moment before, he was on the plane, their plane flew from China C City to Malaysia. As a result, halfway through the journey, the plane suddenly encountered a powerful airflow and crashed and fell to a cliff ten thousand meters below.

He still remembered clearly that when their plane fell at a light speed, there were waves of ghost howlings and screams in the cabin. However, he was silent and did not scream at all. He was just frightened all over, shrinking his limbs, and lying in the seat that was about to break down. Because he was in love during this period, his fiancée got along with a tall, rich and handsome man. This time he went to Malaysia, one to relax on vacation, and the other to find a romantic encounter.

Of course, his ultimate goal was to forget that woman, a woman who always disliked him not rich enough no matter how good he was to her.

Therefore, it was the pain of a broken heart that diluted his fear of death.

Finally, when the huge plane was about to hit the bottom of the cliff and everyone was about to be left untold, the cabin became silent again. He also closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of death.

He still remembered that the moment before, he really clearly felt that the God of Death had reached out to him and was pulling him into hell with force.

However, at this moment, he was stunned again because he began to think that the one who pulled him on the plane was not the god of death.

Because it did not bring him to hell, but to this place that seemed to be outside the world...

He knew this was not a dream, and he firmly believed that he was still alive. Because the surrounding environment made him feel real, the wind was cold, the air was fresh and cool, and from time to time there were a faint fragrance of flowers and plants plunged into his nostrils. In addition, his headache was always so severe. If he died, he would not have these perceptions.

The bright white moonlight spread on him like broken silver. After his mood calmed down, he saw clearly what he was wearing. What he was wearing now was not the previous Korean autumn outfit and jeans, but an ancient set of clothes.

"I'm... this is..." He felt even more unsure and was even more panicked. He didn't know why he dressed like an ancient man now? And he was an ancient child!

He carefully twisted the muscles and bones of his body. Not only was there no pain in his body, but he also felt light and could fly into the sky with a slight jump...

"Impossible, impossible. Even if I didn't die, I should have been seriously injured. But why, I was not injured at all? Could it be that I was not only reborn, but also traveled through time?" He could not find the answer and tried his best to suppress all negative emotions in his heart.

Just as he was about to stand up, a strong cold wind blew towards him, blowing his face. And the gust of wind brought a cloud of white mist, blurring his vision.

Out of instinctive reaction, he quickly turned around and turned his head to avoid it.

The white mist dissipated in an instant, and then he immediately turned his face forward and looked forward, while his vision returned to clear.

Someone came in front of him and he heard the sound of footsteps!

"Ah!" When he saw the person coming, he screamed softly, and then his black pupils became wider and wider.

In front of him, an old man with a silver stick, white hair, white beard, white eyebrows and white clothes appeared.

The old man had a vicissitudes of face and a kind smile, and was approaching him step by step.

"Jin Ge, you're awake." The old man walked slowly while talking to him.

"Well...you...you are..." He responded in a false voice and asked politely, looking cute and staring at the old man in astonishment.

His name is Jin Ge, and the old man actually knew it. So he guessed in his mind that the old man was very likely to be a god. The plane he was riding on was crashed, but he was not injured or died, because it was thanks to the rescue of this god.

The old man stopped when he walked three steps in front of him, and told him calmly, "My name is Lingxiuzi, and he is the guardian of Yanliang Mountain."

"Ling Xiuzi? The guardian?" Hearing the old man's answer, he became much calmer again and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The mountain guard and the god are two concepts that are very different. Is this old man humble? Or is this old man really just an ordinary person?

He was about to ask Ling Xiuzi about the specifics, but Ling Xiuzi nodded at him again and told him on his own initiative: "Three days ago, Hongpa reminded me that you will come today, from another distant time and space."

"Hongpa? Who is Hongpa?" Jin Ge asked in confusion again. He heard the name and felt like a beautiful woman.

Ling Xiuzi continued to tell him, "Here are five fairy grasses growing on Yanlang Mountain, namely red, green, white, black and blue. At the same time, these five fairy grasses are also the treasures of Yanlang Mountain's mountain-maintaining mountains."

Suddenly, Jin Ge was so surprised that he was a little scared. What kind of world did he enter? Even Cao could speak...

"Grass? Fairy grass? Talking plants?" He still stared at Ling Xiuzi and asked.

Ling Huozi shook his head again, denying him, saying: "The immortal grass is human and has boundless spiritual power. Every single plant can cure diseases and save people, and make people resurrect. The five plants can predict the future and reverse time and space. However, no matter what, they just can't speak."

"So..." The tough light in Jin Ge's eyes disappeared inexplicably, and he was thinking about something in his mind.

Ling Xiuzi leaned on a silver stick and took half a step closer to him. This time, he asked him softly, "Do you know why you are here? Why are you living in trouble?"
Chapter completed!