Ye Xuanzhang's figure became lighter and lighter, as if he was far away from this space.
Xu Zhuang looked with his sharp eyes, and it seemed that he could see a scroll of mountains and seas unfolding slowly in the depths of the void, while Ye Xuanzhang gradually fell and disappeared into it. Then the scroll closed again and disappeared in an instant.
The magic weapon left by the ancient loose immortals may also be the immortal cave. It only visited Xuanhuang once in three hundred years, and it seemed that it only stayed for this short blink of an eye.
"It seems that not to mention Nanzhan, it is not certain whether this person is still in the Xuanhuang Realm."
On the Shengmen Dharma Altar, Xu Zhuang received the news that the Dharma Body had returned, but his eyebrows moved slightly.
He had a vague feeling in his heart that he and Ye Xuanzhang did have a day to see each other again, but maybe not at this time.
Xu Zhuang looked around and saw a flower raft floating in the sky outside Shengmen, and treasure ships could also be seen approaching on the sea.
For more than ten days, both the Xuanmen sect and the scattered monks have come upon hearing the news, and the Demon Sect has completely disappeared.
Perhaps after thousands of years of dormancy, this small setback was nothing to the four major demon sects, but in this battle, Taisu Zhengzong won after all.
Seeing the Xuanmen monks who were either in high spirits, or full of yearning, and occasionally casting admiring glances at the altar, Xu Zhuang thought in his heart: "Now that I'm done here, maybe I can go to the Arctic Pavilion to practice well."
A place of pure suffering is also a place of purity. Xu Zhuang realized that no matter what his merits were, he should spend some time practicing meditation.
While thinking, Xu Zhuang suddenly looked up at the sky and knew that in the afternoon, it would be a gentle breeze and rain again.
This wind and rain was not big, but it blew far and wide. Unknowingly, it swept across the Divine Continent and fell all over the world.
…
The Central Plains, the Divine Continent Tianzhu.
"The No. 1 Master of Xuanmen?"
A group of young Taoist priests with untied hair gathered together, making quite a noise.
"That's what they say now." Xiaodao shook his head, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and his tone actually had ups and downs: "Destroy the three yuan turbidity in one battle, and resist the monsters with one hand! Chengxuan came to the world, and the immortal wind lasted for thousands of years. It really lives up to its name.”
Another person's cheeks tightened and he shouted: "Nonsense, I went to Xuanzong and my great uncle Zhong Shenxiu is here. When will it be the turn of outsiders to become the number one master of Xuanmen?"
"Uncle Master Zhong and Venerable Daomiao were both equally famous, but now..."
"It would be the same if it were Uncle Zhong."
Seeing that after the sermon, the little devils did not disperse, the old Taoist couldn't help but listen for a moment, came to his senses, and suddenly coughed lightly.
The young Taoist priests were startled, and some people saluted and said, "Elder Lu, we are just discussing." Someone simply shouted: "Elder Lu, this disciple still has his homework to finish, so please leave now."
In the chaos, all the little Taoist priests quickly disappeared.
The old Taoist just shook his head and said to himself: "It has been spread so widely that even these brats are talking clearly."
On this day, Zong Yangzi, who had studied Taoism under him, was coming back to visit him. Hearing this, he smiled and said: "The rumors in Shenzhou are always like this. It doesn't take a few days for everyone to know about such a big event..."
Zong Yangzi raised his hand. He had already grown a short beard at a young age. He smoothed it out and said, "Before Daozi Zai of the Lingbao Sect was born, someone had compared the Venerable Daomiao and Uncle Zhong. They are both called proud, and now Venerable Daomiao has done such an amazing thing, which is really impressive."
"I'm also really curious, which one, Uncle Zhong or Master Daomiao, is more worthy of being called the number one Master of Xuanmen?"
After all, the name of this pair of arrogant and the number one master of Xuanmen is quite an allusion in Shangxuan Sect.
The founder was generous and never concealed his intentions from the eyes and ears of future generations. Now many disciples know the past and present life of the name Xuanhuang Shuangjiao...
The old Taoist coughed lightly and lectured: "Which one is higher and which one is lower? Is it comparing to the divine way technique? The Dao of Yuanshen, longevity and freedom, and even the pure Yang, the fruits of the immortal family are what cultivators really want."
"Oh?" Zong Yangzi smiled and said, "Then I understand what Master Lu means."
"According to rumors, although Venerable Daomiao has great supernatural powers, he has not yet perfected the Nascent Soul, while Uncle Zhong has already perfected the third level of mystical skills and has gone to the Xuandu Dojo to listen to the teachings."
"Xuandu Dojo?" When Lu Laodao heard this, he glanced at Zong Yangzi and said secretly: "This kind of news can be known. This kid is really taken seriously."
Zong Yangzi didn't know, so he continued: "So Master Lu also feels that Uncle Zhong is better."
"Ahem, cough, cough." Lu Laodao coughed twice and said, "It seems that it is just a matter of course for people like them to reach the third level. Who is better will be determined in the future. There is no need for outsiders to comment."
Zong Yangzi laughed loudly when he heard the sound. Lu Laodao didn't know that he was playing tricks on him, so he couldn't help but said angrily: "You don't know how to live a good life and practice, so why do you do it here?"
Zong Yangzi restrained his arrogance and said with a smile: "Master Lu, after I visit you this time, I will go back to my house to retreat to condense my elixir."
"Huh?" Lu Laodao was surprised, looked at him up and down, and nodded slowly.
…
The coast of the South China Sea, the land of Jersey.
It is really unreasonable for a majestic mountain peak to stand on the seashore.
But what is even more strange is that it is said that on the top of this sacred mountain, above the heavy clouds, there is a legend of the Immortal Sect.
This has been a rumor in the land of Jersey since ancient times, and it is also a fact known to everyone in the spiritual world of Shenzhou. Because of this, the mountain is where the three sects of Xuanmen and the authentic mountain gate of Lingbao are located.
This mountain is not the whole picture of Inversion Mountain. When you climb to the top of the mountain, you will find an extremely mysterious fairy painting. You can see a majestic cloud bridge on the edge of the cliff, extending diagonally into the sky to another mountain top. ——
Yes, I saw a huge fairy mountain hanging upside down diagonally above, with its roots in the sky and its peak below. Even the palaces, pavilions and buildings in the mountain were all built upside down, with the foundation on top and the eaves and tiles on the bottom. For those with strong eyesight, You can even see Taoist priests coming and going in the mountains, acting as usual.
The two mountains above and below are like two worlds. Although they are very close, they are completely opposite.
Up and down, there are two mountains, one upright and one inverted. The one standing on the ground below is the Upper Boundary Mountain, and the one hanging upside down above is the Lower Boundary Mountain. The sum of the Upper Boundary Mountain and the Lower Boundary Mountain is the gate of Lingbao Sect, Upside Down Mountain!
A young boy in ragged clothes finally climbed up here and witnessed this wonder of the fairy family after enduring many hardships.
"The fairy fate in my dream is real!" The young man's eyes showed infinite joy, but it turned into hesitation in the next moment.
How to get to that hanging mountain?
The young man approached the Cloud Bridge and took a look, and immediately took two steps back in horror. From a distance, the Cloud Bridge looked like a gathering of fairy clouds, but up close, it turned out to be just a thin layer of mist, not like a pedestrian at all.
Can we really get through here?
After hesitating for a long time, the young man gritted his teeth and stepped forward.
This scene fell into the eyes of the two Taoists on the Lower Boundary Mountain.
"Is this the seed of cultivation that Uncle Xu found while traveling around the land of Jersey?"
This scene is also quite strange. One of the two Taoists is old, the other is young and heroic, but the old Taoist calls the young Taoist uncle.
However, this is not uncommon in the world of spiritual practice, not to mention that the true form of the soul comes from the heart, so it cannot be judged by appearance.
Master Xu smiled and said: "Yes, what do you think, nephew?"
The old Taoist said slowly: "The qualifications are acceptable, the character is acceptable, and being able to obtain Master's uncle's fate method can be regarded as a profound luck."
There was no negative comment in his mouth, but his words still showed some disdain. Master Xu looked at him in surprise and suddenly said: "Although we have to wait and see what achievements we have in the future, such a qualification and mind can already be cultivated." ”
Master Xu actually seemed to know what his nephew was thinking, and said slowly: "It's not that people like Dao Miaozi and Zhong Shenxiu are called Taoist geniuses, nor did they get to where they are now in a day, training disciples, or Need to be patient.”
"What my uncle taught me is that my nephew is eager." The old Taoist sighed slightly: "But for thousands of years among the three sects, Shangxuanzong has been known as the leader of Xuanmen, Taisuzong has grown day by day, and Weiwo Lingbao Sect has shown a stagnant trend."
"Now that the great catastrophe is approaching, Xuanlan of Shangxuanzong first refined his soul, and then Zhong Shenxiu showed his talents; Taisuzong also had Daochen succeed him, and Dao Miaozi was born."
"My Lingbao is a member of the Chunyang Taoist lineage and has been authentic for tens of thousands of years, but I always fall behind others. My nephew has to be heartbroken."
"I know it all." Master Xu nodded slightly, but said: "Shangxuan does not have eternal peaks and no troughs, and Taisu is not the authentic one from the beginning. You also know that my Lingbao is the pure Yang Taoist lineage, the authentic Taoism of Xuanmen, only This one item can guarantee the eternal origin, and one moment can’t explain anything.”
"Be patient." Master Xu said this again, with a slight smile on his face, pointing downwards, and said: "What's more, Shangxuan has Zhong Shenxiu, Taisu has Tao Taozi, doesn't my Lingbao also have Taoist son?"
The old Taoist looked around and saw a calm Taoist in his thirties, with a young boy, sitting under a waterfall. The sound of the waterfall seemed to be unable to disturb his mind. He was meditating on the mysteries and enlightening the Tao. There was also an immersed smile on his face.
The old Taoist raised his brows slightly, as if he was a little surprised. Master Xu knew what he was thinking and said: "There is no sign of decadence when progressing slowly, and there is no sign of arrogance when one is successful in Taoism."
"You did a good job in choosing this person to train."
The old Taoist's face brightened a little, and he responded slowly: "Although my nephew is eager, he is not trying to make things worse. Zai Dao has indeed lived up to my expectations."
Master Xu smiled and nodded. He seemed to be thinking for a moment, then suddenly moved his hand, and the child He Zai Daotong suddenly appeared in front of him.
Noticing the change in the environment, He Zaidao was not frightened. He frowned slightly, opened his eyes and looked around, slowly stood up, saluted neither humble nor overbearing and said: "Disciple He Zaidao, I have met Master Xu and Master Shang."
An enigmatic look appeared on Master Xu's face, and he said, "Zai Dao, have you heard about the recent rumors about Shenzhou?"
He Zaidao responded: "Never."
Master Xu was not surprised. With a casual finger, He Zaidao felt a message flowing through his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of thinking.
Master Xu asked: "How to think?"
He Zaidao responded: "There is no false scholar under such a great reputation. The charisma of Tao Miaozi really makes his disciples heartbroken."
Master Xu smiled and said, "Okay, you can go."
This sudden summons ended the conversation in such an inexplicable way. He Zaidao couldn't help but wonder what Master Xu's intention was, but he bowed and bowed before saying goodbye.
Master Xu just nodded slightly and let him go. He Zaidao flicked his sleeves and beat the child who seemed to be meditating until he almost fell to the ground. The child just woke up as if from a dream and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. He called out: "Master, are you finished with your homework?"
He Zaidao said calmly: "Why don't you get up and pay homage to the ancestor."
The boy was shocked and hurriedly got up to see the gift. Master Xu and Master Shang naturally did not care about the child and accepted the gift with a smile. He Zaidao then left with the child.
After leaving here, the little boy looked around and saw an unfamiliar scene and asked: "Master, where should we go?"
He Zaidao looked thoughtful and did not respond. He just kept walking, and the child followed his steps. After walking for half a moment, He Zaidao suddenly stopped and said, "Go down the mountain."
"What?" The child was surprised at first, and then asked happily: "Going down the mountain? Where are you going?"
He Zaidao said slowly: "Tai Su, Shang Xuan."
"Taisu, Shangxuan!" Tong'er almost jumped up, "Chengxuan came into the world with a pure appearance, a thousand-year-old fairy wind is wonderful! The clock of creation is beautiful, and he was born with Daozhen! Master, are you going to challenge them?"
Before He Zaidao could respond, Tong'er kept chattering: "When are we going? How are we going?"
He Zaidao is such a calm and righteous man, but his disciple is actually out of his mind. Moreover, He Zaidao doesn't know the rumors about Shenzhou, but he knows everything about it and speaks clearly:
"The Creation Bell God Xiu has not been heard from for a long time. He may be practicing hard in seclusion. Venerable Dao Miao is now sitting in Nanzhan Baozhou. It is not possible to go directly to worship the mountain. If Master wants to challenge them, he must first write a letter of challenge..."
He Zaidao just glanced at the little boy. He immediately fell silent, touched his head and showed a seemingly honest smile, and said: "Of course it is still up to the master to decide."
He Zaidao said lightly: "I'm just going down the mountain for a walk, and then I can see the style of Taisu Zhengzong and Shangxuan Zhengzong."
"I will go on foot to measure the world of mortals, and you will come with me."
"When you return to the cave later, if you need to bring anything with you, pack it properly and don't leave it behind."
"What?" The kid suddenly turned pale, "Go on foot to measure the world of mortals?"
The land of Jersey is so vast. Even if a Taoist monk is different from ordinary people and does not use Taoist skills to walk across it, how long will it take to walk? ten years? Twenty years?
"Master, my disciple has just started studying at a young age, and he still has external homework..."
"After experiencing the world of mortals, it's time to grow up." He Zaidao said: "I will personally teach you Taoism along the way, so you don't have to worry."
The child wanted to ask loudly: Where is the real sorrow of this disciple?
But He Zaidao didn't want to say much, he waved his sleeves, rolled up the little boy and fled towards the cave...
——
The heavy fog cleared and Baozhou reappeared.
Sit in charge of the students, and resist the devil for hundreds of miles.
Killed three demons in one battle, severely damaged the destiny of the demon sect, and hunted down Ye Xuanzhang...
Don't look at the ups and downs. In fact, it only lasted more than ten days. However, as the wind and rain gradually died down, even if the Xuanmen monks came and went, Xu Zhuang just sat on the altar and followed him to perform the exercises, and the time gradually accelerated. Soon the seventy-nine days set by Master Daochen had passed.
(End of chapter)
