The Immortal Banquet Altar on Manting Peak is a flat boulder. At this time, the fairy mist is lingering, the red clouds are flowing, and various strange noises are constantly coming, but it is easy to remind people of the mirages that often appear on the seaside.
The ancients were not ignorant and barbaric. For example, "Mengxi Bi Tan" has already discussed the origin of the seaside fantasy. But whether it was Qin Shihuang's eastward tour or the fairy mountain pavilions seen by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty on the seaside, in addition to the vivid pictures of the fairy world, there were also clear sounds of people and animals, carriages and horses, and even the immortals on the mountain were seen waving and congratulating each other.
Yuan Huazi took a step forward, raised the hem of his Taoist uniform, and sat cross-legged on the ground.
"Master, the Immortal Banquet is about to begin, why are you hesitant?"
Hongyang Holy Child said in a harsh voice, with a ferocious smile on his face, but he was protected by the four Liujia God Generals in the center.
Yuan Huazi lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and said slowly.
"Why do noble people ask questions knowingly? There are different opinions about this immortal banquet in the eyes of outsiders, but since Luo Chunyi got part of the mantle of Tao Immortal Master of the Shangqing Sect, he must have guessed the secret."
How should we describe this fairy mist?
Should we praise its erratic nature, come and go quickly, fear its invasion like fire that silences all things, or should we be obsessed with its mysterious and rare beauty?
The two people who decided to sit down met in a heavy fog that was as majestic as the ruins of the ancient world and the early days of chaos. They suddenly understood. No wonder the ancients who inherited this information were so dumbfounded and unable to explain.
The fairy fog was still the same fog, but the undulating red clouds stretched across the sky and the earth. No matter where their eyes turned, they could only glimpse the heart-stirring red light, transforming into an unprecedented strange scene.
The red clouds change erratically, sometimes like towers and palaces, sometimes like people's carriages and horses, sometimes like the steaming lake and sea. Among them, Yuanhuazi is still able to hold his breath and keep his mind, and can't move while chanting sutras, but Hongyang Holy Child is already obsessed with this. A space beyond imagination.
As the true shape in the clouds and mist changed, Hongyang Holy Child suddenly fell backwards with a "Ah!" and was unable to get up!
It stands to reason that the holy boy of the White Lotus Sect who once set up the "Feast of Immortals in the World" and relied on paper immortal officials and colorful jade girls to shock his mind should not have such a gaffe.
But he knew very well in his heart that no matter how realistic his fake fairy banquet was, he was just relying on fear and terror to make the banquet guests feel the same. Every step of the banquet was predetermined and calculated on the edge of the supernatural. So rigid that nothing can be missed.
But what he saw in front of him was vague, accompanied by waves of wind and roaring sounds as the carriages and horses flew through the air - what he saw were hidden behind the curtains of fairy mist, and the carriages were shrouded in curtains. The huge figure among
Through the gaps in the car curtains, one can see neither the luxurious crowns nor the ripples of pearls, nor the feathery clothes and emerald jade wats, nor the need to deliberately wear golden armor and red robes, with three eyes and six arms, and a majestic look. The momentum is already soaring above the sky!
It can be seen very clearly even from extremely far away, because these figures are so huge, and compared to ordinary people who are as small as a drop in the sea, they are more than thousands of feet tall. What makes Hongyang Saint Boy hesitate to move forward at this moment is the fear from the heart of the gods high in the sky!
"There is no road in Penglai, Kunlun is far away, these are all evil obstacles!"
Yuan Huazi suddenly let out bursts of thunder, shattering the light mist in front of Hongyang Saint Child like a thunderbolt. After the sound, the changing sound of the wind and the red clouds were still fierce, but they no longer had the sound of carriages and horses, and the appearance of an immortal.
"Thanks for the help."
Hongyang Holy Child thanked Yuan Huazi in a slightly tangled manner. The scene looked a bit funny, but in fact the two were similar in age, and Hongyang Holy Child was even a few years older.
Yuan Huazi said inadvertently: "Demon obstacles are also signs of evil spirits eating wildly, or turning into beautiful women to have their hearts broken, or getting a glimpse of Pleiades Weiding, or seeing evil men like Qu Xi, or looking down upon the return of great men. These are all immortal masters of our sect. The description must be done with caution in this fairy mist."
"Why would a real person lie to me? Is the authenticity of the Immortal Banquet a matter of two minds?"
The Holy Child of Hongyang was hesitant when he heard this, and it took him a long time to answer: "There is no way to Penglai, and the world will never be seen. According to what is said in the "Xunji Shengxian Book", the Hongqiao of the Xishengxian Banquet has long been cut off, and mortals can't think of it. It is absolutely impossible to ascend to the sky. The only way is to summon the blue bird driven by the Queen Mother to descend this way."
The expression on Yuan Huazi's face was extremely complicated. He seemed to have great resistance to this book, and even hearing about it would make him feel unhappy.
"The principles of the demon book are very harmful. Immortal Master Tao Hongjing would rather bury these things in the tomb than spread them to the world because he is worried about people like you with extremely cruel methods."
Hongyang Holy Child was not angry, but asked: "What the real person said is true. I was really frightened after reading the things in this book - but you also know these things. Is there such a real person in the world who can see it? Something you can’t even see?”
What he said is so great that if I didn’t use this book to bring trouble to the world today, you would come to the immortal banquet yourself. Why can you come and I can’t?
"To tell you the truth, no one can see this!"
Yuan Huazi suddenly stared at him and became furious.
"The Blue Bird Subduing Art in your hand originated from Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and it was originally obtained from the cave in Wuyi Mountain. When Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty met with the Queen Mother of the West in Jiuhua Palace, the inside story was never known; subsequently Emperor Xuan, Emperor Cheng, and Emperor Ai Several generations of the Han Dynasty declined due to this. It was sealed up during the Guangwu Rebellion, and reappeared during the Dong Zhuo Rebellion. As a result, Chang'an became almost a ghost land, and Beimang Mountain has been rampant for hundreds of years..."
Volume 8 of "Natural History" records that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was fond of immortality and worshiped the famous mountain Daze in order to seek the way to immortality. He obtained the Blue Bird Technique in Wuyi Mountain and could send messages to and from Kunlun and Penglai.
Later, on the night of July 7th, Dongfang Shuo saw the Queen Mother riding a purple cloud carriage to the west of the palace, facing south and east, with a gorgeous bun on her head, and a cloud-like green air. At this time, there were three blue birds as big as birds, standing beside the maid.
However, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty did not become an immortal after all, and this mysterious banquet had no sequel. Only the legend of "there is no way to get there from Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligently visiting".
"The scholars of the two Jin Dynasties who followed thought highly of themselves, and the Blue Bird Technique was used in their hands by Xinglie Youju. Zhang Maoxian, the eunuch of the Zhongshu, could not bear the trouble in the world, so he claimed that someone had entered the palace to steal the books, and destroyed the Blue Bird Technique to prevent the Jin people from further using it. The rhinoceros is a disaster.”
"Yang Xi of the Shangqing Sect accidentally read it and omitted the introduction of the talisman, shortening it to the art of Shangqing Jiangzhen. He also relied on it to get Mrs. Wei Hua Cun to preach the truth, which opened up the source of the sect. But even if it was deleted, it still has its roots. It was dangerous, so he was sealed in the tomb by Immortal Master Tao Hongjing, leaving only the crude ji-supporting technique spread among the people."
"Although Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty later built the Altar of Jiangzhen and wiped out the ground in the Yuan Courtyard, fortunately it did not cause any major disasters. But I never would have guessed that someone had already used the Altar of Jiangzhen when no one knew it. The technique summoned Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty and restored the most terrifying technique of the Blue Bird in the Han Palace in reverse!"
As Yuan Huazi's voice became higher and higher, Hongyang Holy Child no longer concealed the look of expectation on his face.
That's right, what he has in his hands is not the abridged Shangqingjiuzhen technique, nor is it the folk magic of supporting the gods to invite gods, but the most original and ancient technique that was originally used to spread the imperial edict to prepare for the Queen Mother of the West, obtained from the 16th Cave of Wuyi. The Han Palace Blue Bird Technique!
As four sticks of Han Yuan Shou Palace incense were lit in their hands, the rising green smoke transformed into countless wonders. The strange fragrance was once again embedded in the fairy mist, and the sky full of red clouds suddenly seemed to have been exerted gravity. The top of the head of the God General Rokko began to collapse, falling to the ground little by little.
The scene was like an illusory creation suddenly surrendering to the laws of reality, revealing its true form.
Hongyang Holy Child looked slowly and saw that in front of the collapse of the fairy mist was a cliff that could reach straight into the sky. King Gu Ye of the Liang-Chen Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties firmly believed that the hanging coffin was the "house of the earthly immortals". Only the immortals with the ability to soar into the clouds and ride the mist could hide the corpse on such a precipitous cliff.
The high and dangerous peak that appeared in front of them towered like a pillar in the sky. There were countless caves and grottoes on it. Thousands of shriveled, bent, mutilated, or deformed corpses were hidden in the caves. Among them, the limbs seemed to be shaking faintly.
These bodies covered with spider silk and dust were all exposed in the red clouds of the night. From inside came the faint and endless sound of flute pipes, like weeping and complaining, accompanied by an unimaginable bird-like black shadow that suddenly appeared. The mountains flew up, attracting all the unknown objects lurking in the dark night.
"It's the Great Pheasant! This must be the Big Pheasant among the three blue birds!"
The dancing figures of the immortals who ascended to the sky and descended to the earth suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain. They were so huge and bloated that they could not be tolerated in this world. Higher up, there was a whirling shadow like a cloud, an equally huge dark giant tree shaking absurdly. blade.
The tree trunk was covered with twisted and unidentified spores, which seemed to grow rapidly until they were completely separated from the mother body and suddenly fell from the mountain, floating like a night rain in Bashan.
The spore changed its shape as it fell, rapidly experiencing life and death, until it suddenly hit the ground and turned into something like a piece of dead tree bark, completely dark, twisted and hard.
"The Queen Mother once told Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty that the immortal tree would live and die for three thousand years in the clear sky. If it fell on the turbid earth, it would go through three thousand years of life and death in one day and would never bear fruit."
The Holy Child of Hongyang caught a glimpse of the place where he fell, rushed out of the formation, and picked up the thing tremblingly, "Master Ge Hong once said that taking Ganoderma lucidum plus the art of guidance can lead to immortality. The tree is from the "Book of Mountains and Seas. Overseas Southern Classic" The recorded immortal tree 'Ganmu', what grows on this tree must be the immortal mushrooms sprouting from the trunk!"
"The "Book of Immortal Immortality" really didn't lie to me!"
He suddenly stood up with the Immortal Seed in his hand, looked at Yuan Huazi not far away and asked fiercely - even when he was ecstatic and frightened, this wily "holy boy" of the White Lotus Sect still did not lose his focus. Vigilance from the outside world.
"Master, if you think what I'm doing is wrong, why don't you stop me?"
His eyes were as sharp as a falcon, staring straight at the old Taoist priest, full of sophisticated yin that did not match his appearance, "Is it possible that you are just talking about it, but in your heart you also want to see the true face of the Han Palace Blue Bird Technique? !”
Yan Bi tightly held the immortal mushroom in his hand, which was like a dead branch. Even though in his eyes, the floor of the Immortal Banquet Altar was full of such things, Hongyang Holy Child subconsciously felt that the person in front of him must want to take it away. Things in one’s own hands.
"My lord, do you know that the incorruptible corpses scattered all over the mountains and plains have different origins?"
Yuanhuazi Shi Shiran sat with his legs crossed and his eyes lowered, unmoved.
"The most unfortunate ones are the poor people who accidentally entered here and died of black and white evil. They were ignorant and their bodies were gone."
"Then, there are those who know something about the Immortal Banquet and yearn for it with the ambition of immortality. Whether it is becoming an immortal or immortality, there is nothing they want here, but they have believed in it since ancient times and cannot change it. Only the ancient corpses of the great king and the cliff coffins of the Manting Mountains are scattered all over the mountain."
"After that, there are people who study the inside story in detail and are as proficient in alchemy as you and me. The purpose of our coming here is very clear, and the means are well prepared. If we follow the steps, I believe we can achieve our goals."
"what is your purpose!"
Hongyang Holy Boy hid behind General Liujia, his posture extremely alert.
"Since ancient times, if you seek the upper part, you will get the lower part. If you carefully read the chapter of "Baopuzi Huangbai" written by Master Ge Hong, you will know that what he said is, "Cinnabar is gold, and if you take it, you will become an immortal." The person who eats grass and trees and eats them for a thousand years is called the corporal officer."
Yuanhuazi talked eloquently, with a lot of disdain in his tone.
The Holy Child of Hongyang suddenly became vigilant again. He raised the immortal mushroom in his hand like a maniac and asked angrily: "You said that I can't transform into immortality?!"
Facing the desolate scene of corpses all over the mountain, Yuan Huazi remained calm and slowly raised his head.
"The road to immortality is so difficult. Even Immortal Master Ge Hong only said that 'cinnabar is gold' and the outer elixir of the cauldron, but has not understood the art of the inner elixir. If you really want to raise the rainbow high in this banquet of immortality, there is no way To achieve anything, you must obtain the magic of the golden elixir. This is something that Master Bai Yuchan even secretly preached to Master Zhu."
The Holy Child of Hongyang sneered and said: "I may not be able to transform into a true person if I take the elixir, and you don't have a golden elixir in your body, so what's the use of gossiping like this."
Yuan Huazi sighed.
In Yuan Huazi's view, as Hongyang Holy Child used the Han Palace Blue Bird Technique, the fairy mist in the sky had collapsed and opened a hole. You could vaguely see the ten thousand-foot peaks and cliff corpse caves transformed by the mist, and you could also see the high The majestic star hangs directly in the northern sky.
At this time, Hongyang Holy Child had once again fallen into a demonic scene. He would rather look at the mist and marvel at it than glance at the stars in the sky. He was even holding a dry strange plant in his hand.
Just now, Yuan Huazi lowered his eyes and took a peek, guarding his heart with a mysterious intention. It was not until he saw the empty room turning white that he barely broke through the fairy mist and discovered that a crack suddenly opened in the distance of the Banquet Immortal Altar.
The layers of corpses inside were messy and messy, and the limbs were twisted and deformed beyond description. What grew out of the mouths of the mummies was none other than strange dry plants that looked like they were reborn in the sun!
Yuan Huazi sighed softly, his eyes full of compassion.
I am sorry for my short life, how many people can remain calm in the face of the opportunity of immortality?
Even though the ancient sages hated this origin, they did not completely destroy this road to immortality. As a mortal, you will never grow old, as a feathered guest, you will travel, and as a real person, you will live as long as heaven and earth. Who can completely get rid of expectations?
Therefore, even Immortal Master Bai Yuchan believes that the reason why the Immortal Banquet at Manting Peak is so harmful to people is because people's understanding of him is too shallow. Just as a Taoist priest develops from qi training talismans to internal and external elixirs, perhaps when a higher level of cultivation is reached, this immortal banquet can truly become an opportunity to overcome the suffering in the world.
The sect of Yuan Huazi has been guarding here for hundreds of years, and has been waiting for hundreds of years by mistake, sitting and watching countless people walking up the mountain with numb steps, never looking back.
Now the senior brother has given up on this place long ago, and he is already old. What he is most worried about is that the little Taoist priest will take the same wrong path as his parents did, and end his life hastily in front of the illusory fairy banquet.
During the morning and evening lessons, I always remind my disciples that our sect "puts destiny before nature". It is precisely because of preserving one's destiny and then cultivating true nature that their Southern Sect has not embarked on the same path as Quanzhen Taoism. I don't know. Little apprentice, do you understand?
The most irritating thing is that Jiang Wen always looks like he is a disciple of Meng Lang. He leads his disciples to look through ancient books to learn about strange things. In the past few years, he almost even guessed and revealed the biggest secret of the sect.
But Jiang Wen is different from his young apprentice. The young apprentice is brooding over the death of his parents. He is afraid that one day this matter will turn into a demonic obstacle on the road of spiritual cultivation and he will not avoid it. At the same time, he knows very well that Jiang Wen is the most powerful person. The person who is most afraid of death and cherishes his life the most. The so-called martial arts world is just a pond where he lives.
Jiang Wen, who knew that when Beichen was high and the fairy mist opened, he should be running down the mountain in a hurry at this moment, right?
Yuan Huazi had no intention of stopping Hongyang Saint Boy from eating the "Immortal Mushroom". The other party was protected by the Heavenly Master's Pill Breathing Technique, so why didn't he leave an ambush?
The achievements of the brothers in the Yuanhuazi sect are all different, with the senior brother and the seventh junior brother having the highest achievements. Yuanhuazi's achievements in Taoism are not outstanding. He has never touched the edge of the golden elixir, but he is unique in the outer elixir.
As long as he takes the "Da Xuan Jiu Huan Dan" that has been cultivated for a long time in his mouth, he can meet the dragon and the tiger in one breath, and step into the realm of the golden elixir...
"If there really is an immortal at today's immortal banquet, let's come to the old Taoist to settle the score!"
At the moment Beichen reached the middle of the sky, the old Taoist's eyes were like lightning and he suddenly opened his mouth. A burst of purple thunder and blue lightning exploded, and the scenery in the magic barrier suddenly broke through, and the mist continued to retreat.
It was as if the tide was receding on the coast, gradually revealing the barren and desolate beach underneath, and it also woke up the stranded fish like Hongyang Holy Child, who were dumbfounded and speechless.
This Thunder Method Alchemy Kung Fu can be cultivated internally to become a golden elixir, and externally used to be thunder. The talismans, spells, handprints, Yubu, Cunshen, and inner elixirs on Yuanhuazi's body are integrated into one. What he uses is the White Jade Toad The Immortal Master left behind the Dongxuan Yushu Lei, who can ward off all evils, both internal and external!
But just when Yuan Huazi stood up like a god and came to the crack in the Banquet Immortal Altar to release another thunder spell, he suddenly heard some strange sounds.
Yuan Huazi suppressed his anxiety and was about to raise his hand forward, but his heart suddenly beat violently. Finally, he discovered that the strange sound he heard came from his heart!
By the way, the sound was not a sheng, a Xiao, or a crane, but different types of lai playing, large and small!
So what appeared in him at this time, the sound of different pitches and thicknesses was played repeatedly, until his spirit almost collapsed. It was the "sound of the heart" that only he could hear, and it was a terrifying experience of the sound of the heart singing!
"Impossible! Now is Beichen's moment of glory, why hasn't the Immortal Banquet weakened!"
Yuanhuazi's eyes were about to burst, and he fell to the ground in pain. He felt that the five inner erysipelas instantly burst out, and the sequelae of forcibly entering the golden elixir could no longer be suppressed. On the other side, Hongyang Holy Child was also caught in the terrifying heartbeat, and the four Liujia God Generals were involved in chaos.
Hongyang Saint Child's eyes had lost all the sparkle in his eyes. He was holding the immortal mushroom that grew from the dead man's body tightly in his palm. He lost his mind in pain and stuffed it into his mouth suddenly.
But at this moment, Yuan Huazi suddenly felt a force lifting him up and quickly moved away from the crack, and his heartbeat also weakened a bit.
"Are you...Jiang Wen?!"
He opened his eyes and instantly recognized the identity of the person.
Jiang Wen stuck a bronze sword on his waist and continued to carry people with a determined look on his face.
"Ma'am, you're fine."
