Xihuazi was indeed amazing. In addition to teaching him Baoyuan Shouyi, he also taught him many magical spells and told him: "It's because you have talent, otherwise you wouldn't be able to learn it."
While he was studying Confucianism with his father at home, he was also learning Taoism from Master Gao Dao, and gradually became a well-known Taoist priest.
After being crowned, he followed his master to travel abroad. At this time, the Song Dynasty had been established for thirty years, ending the chaos of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, unifying the north and the south, and had just concluded the "Chanyuan Alliance" with the Liao Kingdom of the Khitans in the north. It is peaceful and safe to travel around the world.
When he was about twenty-five years old, Xihuazi felt that he could become a teacher, so he said: "As a teacher, I will ask you to search for famous teachers everywhere and improve your Taoism, but you must promise me one thing."
"Disciple, please listen!" Qingxu respectfully waited for the master's instructions.
"When you are forty-two, you must be in Guangzhou."
"Guangzhou?" Qingxu was secretly surprised. Guangzhou is an important overseas trade port, but it is such a remote place. Why did Master want him to go there?
"You must be wondering why my teacher asked you to go to Guangzhou, and seventeen years later."
"Master, please clarify my doubts." Qingxu said confused.
"My master has calculated your life chart. When you are forty-three years old, there will be a great catastrophe. You have to go to the extreme south to resolve it."
Xihuazi's art of fortune-enhancing is very good, and he speaks it in a reasonable and reasonable manner, so there is no doubt in Qingxu's mind.
After breaking up with his master, he always felt strange.
Now that the master is gone, master and disciple may never see each other again. From now on, they will have to face the questions of practice alone, which makes Qingxu feel very uneasy.
It was already autumn, and the leaves on the trees began to change color. When he was wandering around blankly, thinking about where to go to find the Master next, a red leaf floated in front of his eyes.
"Red leaves!" In the depths of my memory, some things that had been forgotten for a long time were about to come out.
He stood there for a long time before resolutely deciding to leave for Guangzhou immediately before seventeen years!
His instinct told him that there was something waiting for him over there!
Waterway transportation in the Song Dynasty was developed, especially Guangzhou, which was the most important external port. Qingxu arrived in Guangzhou in just two months.
When he got off the boat, he immediately felt that this place was very familiar! You even remember which direction you can walk to! "Could it be the memory of a previous life?" He believed it because he and his master had traveled for many years and met many people who had memories of previous lives.
He felt inexplicably heavy, and tears flooded the corneas of his eyes unconsciously. This place must have a strong connection with him, otherwise how could he have tears filling his eyes?
He didn't need to ask anyone, so he walked all the way to the suburbs, muttering unconsciously: "Red leaves, red leaves." He didn't know why he said these words, maybe because the surroundings were full of autumn, and the mountains were full of flowers. Red leaves and yellow leaves, no, he knew it wasn't.
After walking for two days, his memory brought him to an old "Confucius Temple" in a sparsely populated village.
His hair stood on end as he approached the Confucius Temple.
He smelled the smell of death here, very, very strongly.
He felt that there was unfinished business here.
The door of the Confucius Temple is open.
Qingxu swallowed his saliva and approached the gate of the Confucius Temple. The dull air filled with the smell of metal powder floated out. There were many suspended dust floating in the dark hall, and there was an unsettling high-frequency vibration sound. As soon as he stepped into the temple , the entire ground beneath his feet seemed to be shaking slightly.
In the light coming from the gate, he saw a shrine with many tablets of saints placed there. In front of the tallest tablet of Confucius, there was a heavy piece of metal that was emitting a faint green light.
Qingxu boldly stepped forward and touched the surface of the metal block, which was warm.
"What is this?" He held the metal block in both hands and picked it up to test its weight.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the metal block left the table, the temple suddenly became silent, and the vibration just stopped suddenly!
When Qingxu was still wondering what to do, someone at the door asked loudly: "Who are you?" The voice belonged to a little girl.
Qingxu suddenly turned his head to look at her, and memories of the past came flooding back to his mind.
"Red leaves?!"
Instead, the girl was frightened by him. She was confused and didn't understand why the strange man in front of her called her by her name.
Hongye subconsciously threw the flying needles. Qingxu seemed to have expected it. He picked up the metal block and blocked it. All the flying needles were sucked to it!
His eighth consciousness knew how powerful Hongye was, and his subconscious told him that he must escape, otherwise he would face death! He immediately rushed towards the door. Hongye was shocked by his momentum and stepped back in surprise, but he successfully broke through.
He rushed into the forest next to him and was surprised to find that the forest was so dark in broad daylight, and above the forest, a large luminous centipede appeared twisting in the air!
"What kind of place is this?" He finally realized that he had broken into a world that did not belong to humans!
At the moment, he searched in his mind for the various Taoist techniques that his master had taught him.
A flash of inspiration suddenly occurred to him, and he suddenly remembered the emergency supplies his master had given him!
He immediately took out two horses folded from yellow paper from the cloth bag he carried with him, blew on the horses, stuffed them into the leggings, held the seal in his hand, recited the incantation secretly in his mouth, and started running steeply, pulling His body rushed out of the woods.
He ran away non-stop, ran to the ferry, changed boats several times, crossed the Yangtze River, and returned to the north he was familiar with.
For the rest of his life, he never returned to Guangzhou.
He never saw his master Xihuazi again.
The master's prophecy was inaccurate. At the age of 43, he was in the north, safe and sound.
He knew he had taken something important from them, and they were waiting for him in the south.
To prevent them from finding him, he must travel constantly.
In order to understand what happened, he practiced hard and looked for the trajectory of his previous life.
During his travels, he took on two talented disciples.
After years of guidance and observation, he found that although his eldest apprentice was eloquent, he was actually a talker and a man who could not be trusted, so he gave his hope to the second apprentice.
When he was eighty years old, Qingxu summoned his trusted apprentice and entrusted him with two tasks.
He handed the metal block from the Confucius Temple in the small village to his apprentice, told him a touching legend about the Night Walker God, and then said: "Polu, you must find the Night Walker God and help me return it."
This apprentice is nearly thirty years old and is an honest man. His eyes are pure. Mencius taught that you should look into people's eyes to make sure they are correct. Qingxu knows that he will try his best to complete what he has told him to do.
"One more thing," Qingxu told Po Lu, "if you find the Night Walker God, you might find a disciple."
Polu asked in shock: "Can Master predict the future?"
Qingxu smiled at him without comment.
What he was thinking was: "I am not predicting the future, but I am trying to control the future!"
After decades of practice, he had a partial understanding of destiny and mastered part of the past trajectory.
He wanted this to stop, and he didn't want Wu Sheng to continue to manipulate his destiny.
He guessed that Wu Sheng must have seen through that Hong Ye was what he cared about most, so he deliberately kidnapped Hong Ye and made Hong Ye immortal. Hong Ye, who had been reincarnated with him in all his life, would no longer be reincarnated.
After Qingxu finished explaining to his apprentice Po Lu, he left quietly.
He knew that Polu couldn't face what he was about to face, and he didn't want Polu to see how he left.
Qingxu traveled towards the East China Sea. Although he was slow in his old age, he no longer avoided it this time and walked straight towards their home.
As they approached the East China Sea, they appeared again.
To his disappointment, two people he had never seen appeared this time, a burly man in yellow and a gloomy man in purple.
"Finally found you." They sighed.
"You didn't find it. I brought it to your door myself." Qingxu smiled contemptuously at them, "It's easier for you to take me there, isn't it?"
When they took his life, Qingxu was completely ready.
"Before you kill me, can you let me sit down properly?"
They had no reason not to agree to a frail old man.
This is Qingxu's strategy.
He sat down on the ground, calming his mind and focusing his thoughts.
He was going to leave completely conscious and in complete control of where he was going.
