The mountains are gloomy and the vegetation is green.
The wind of Longpan Mountain flows through nine counties and the qi flows into the rivers. It was not originally a place to gather qi and receive it.
However, the mountains are impermanent and the water is invisible, but they can always produce some exceptions, just like underwater rocks or caves in the mountains.
Nishimayama is undoubtedly one of them.
The terrain accumulated the Yin Qi flowing in the spiritual machine here, and the Yin Accumulating Place was born, and even strange things like the Ghost Face Peach were born.
Grandmaster Ma Qingji left the sect but did not return. Elder Qiu Yun took charge of all the affairs of Ximashan and took care of everything in an orderly manner. The disciples all followed suit, sweeping away the original evil atmosphere in Ximashan and regaining the original spirit of the past. The original intention of the school.
Because Master Ma Qingji is a real evil star, Qiu Yun has been very cautious in the past three years and rarely goes out except for necessary purchases. There were also four formations of asking questions in front of them, and those disciples who wanted to sneak out had a hard time, so they didn't cause any trouble.
Qiu Yun urged all his disciples to change their ways and use the method of summoning gods and spirits as the first method besides the fundamental method. The Yue Mansion precepts contained in it must be recited by everyone and kept in mind.
For a long time, the disciples of Ximashan always started with the precepts of Yuefu when greeting, having fun and even quarreling.
It's not that these people have such self-awareness, but that no one dares to disobey what Master Ma Qingji ordered.
No matter how big the devil is in this world, he can't be bigger than Patriarch Ma Qingji, and no matter how stubborn the devil is, he can't be bigger than Patriarch Ma Qingji.
The performance field in front of Ximashan Patriarch's Hall used to be the favorite place for disciples to fight and perform. Now, if there is no reason to go, the disciples would rather find an open slope to perform the performance than go there. Go to the execution ground.
The cracks in the fine blue bricks and stones of the performance venue are still filled with blood ash that cannot be cleaned up. Whenever it rains, the water flowing out of the cracks has a bit of blood and fishy smell.
Qiu Yun was able to treat these disciples so obediently, largely because his method of treatment and Master Ma Qingji's teachings complemented each other.
Even though it had been three years since Ma Qingji left, Qiu Yun would never really look for him no matter how often he thought of him or wanted to know how he was doing. Not only did his disciples avoid him, but Qiu Yun was also in awe of Ma Qingji.
But today, this terrifying cloud once again enveloped Xima Mountain.
At first, a country folk tune came from the Four Bitter Questioning Formation. It sang about the busy spring season, abundant rains, and praying for a good harvest. The Wu dialect was soft and waxy, and even if it was sung by a man, it was tactful and sentimental.
The melody moved from far to near, almost unobstructed by the questioning array. Several disciples sweeping the mountain gate listened to the melody getting closer and closer. At first they were still guessing who was going up the mountain, but the sound got closer and closer. Awakened the great fear in their hearts.
They stared at the exit of the Questioning Formation until a young man in linen with peach branches in his arms walked out of the formation. His dead fish eyes glanced towards the mountain gate, and then they heard only a few thumps - the disciples knelt on the ground. , did not dare to raise his head, and could only praise in his mouth: "Welcome Master back to the mountain."
Ma Qingji said with a smile: "Get up."
These disciples stood up shivering, lowering their heads like quails, wishing they could turn themselves into dust in the cracks of the ground.
But Ma Qingji refused to let them go, but asked: "How has everything been in the family during the past few years since I left the mountain?"
Seeing that no one wanted to speak out, Ma Qingji frowned and made a confused sound: "Huh?"
They were so frightened that their hearts trembled, and they hurriedly flattered: "Master, everything is fine in the sect. Elder Qiu urged us to practice the method of summoning gods and spirits. Now all of our fellow sects have some experience."
"Among them, Senior Brother Huang Qiao and Senior Brother Li Fei are the most talented. They have already received the response from the Patriarch. I think they will achieve some success in the near future."
Ma Qingji was then satisfied and said, "Huang Qiao and Li Fei, okay."
As he spoke, he stepped into the mountain gate and returned to the headmaster's residence.
Along the way, I occasionally encountered laughing and joking disciples, and each one of them fell to his knees like dumplings in fright, as if struck by lightning.
Ma Qingji didn't care what their attitude was. For now, as long as they were obedient and observed the rules, that was enough. As for whether he is disgusted or afraid of his master, it doesn't matter.
After a while, the news of Master's return to the mountain had spread throughout Xima Mountain - since the last bloodbath, Xima Mountain had become much less populated. Nowadays, the remaining disciples are all marginal figures who were not favored in the past and had poor qualifications. Most of them are even servants.
Qiu Yun immediately came to pay homage to his master. When he came up, he paid homage first. Ma Qingji waved his hand and said: "Get up, you are not one of those little brats. What are you doing here?"
Qiu Yun laughed and reported to Ma Qingji the situation of the sect in the past few years. Everything was developing in a good direction.
He has even mastered the method of summoning gods and spirits, and can communicate with the underground ancestors. He even received guidance on his own practice.
Ma Qingji laughed and said, "Okay, as an elder, you have made a good start for all the disciples."
Qiu Yun added: "One more thing. In the past few years, Prince Wu's Mansion has sent several disciples of the secular sect to deliver many treasures, saying that they were requested by the master to contribute to the reconstruction of the Corpse Immortal lineage. I dare not do so without permission. It’s all piled up in the warehouse and has never been used.”
Ma Qingji nodded and said, "That's why I came back."
Qiu Yun showed a puzzled expression.
Ma Qingji said: "How can you escape if you receive benefits from others, rather than being driven by others?"
Qiu Yundao: "Master is going to help King Wu?"
Ma Qingji smiled mysteriously and said, "I'm just going to settle the debt."
He didn't explain much and said: "Since it's been sent, don't waste it. Use it when you need it. You don't stick to whether it is a corpse immortal or not. After all, you are all disciples of your own family."
"There is no need to emphasize the difference between ghost immortals and corpse immortals in Xima Mountain. After all, they are all from the same origin and have the same dharma lineage."
Qiu Yun hesitated and said: "What about the secular lineage?"
Ma Qingji said: "The secular sect is nothing more than a public practice, and the Dharma lineage is still above that of ghost immortals and corpse immortals. There is no difference. You have already learned the method of calling gods and spirits. You should know that this is not a closed-door practice. In the future, everyone will be born, but not for wealth, but for good deeds."
Qiu Yun naturally understood and praised Sheng Shan.
After sending Qiu Yun away, Ma Qingji set off for the back mountain of Xima Mountain.
Where the yin energy condenses and the cold wind howls, there is the ghost-faced peach forest.
The formation was entangled, but Ma Qingji was walking on flat ground.
When it comes to playing with yin energy, Gong Mengbi is an expert, and Ma Qingji is certainly not bad at it.
The last time I came, I had to be careful to avoid it, but now that I came again, the Yin Qi gave way and avoided it.
Stepping into the peach grove, you can see the huge ghost-faced peach tree in the peach grove, with a yellow skull leaning on its exposed root system.
"Still not awake?" Ma Qingji shouted.
The skull trembled and fell from the tree root. After a while, the Yin God held the skull and transformed into a short dwarf old man. He stood up and saluted Ma Qingji and said: "Master Tianhu, you are finally back." ”
Ma Qingji asked: "I call you a naughty boy, and you are just lazy here?"
"It's unjust!"
The skull shouted loudly, "Last night, the little old man was kept up all night by those evildoers. He played ball with them all night, and he didn't lie down until dawn. I'm sorry for you!"
