In the evening, Qingcheng Mountain.
Surrounded by undulating peaks, they are bathed in the dazzling sunset. The trees are lush and green, and a gust of evening wind blows through them, ruffling the forest and calming the sea, and blowing up layers of waves.
On Qingcheng Mountain, seemingly simple and unpretentious pavilions stand around the mountain, one on the east and one on the west dotted in the mountain forest. Looking from a distance, a stone path can be faintly seen in the mountain forest, winding like a dragon on Qingcheng Mountain.
Pilgrims who have been to Qingcheng Mountain may not know how many steps there are on the stone path in Qingcheng Mountain, or how many pavilions they saw along the way, but they will definitely be deeply impressed by the old peach tree at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.
The old peach tree is three feet tall, with its vigorous and curved trunk branching out into dense branches. The numerous peach blossoms seem to be covered with a layer of golden light in the twilight.
It is said that this old peach tree was planted by the first head of Qingcheng Mountain. No one can tell how many years ago it was.
There was once a disciple from Qingcheng Mountain who wanted to calculate a fortune for the old peach tree and how long it had lived. However, after a long time of calculation, he could not figure out anything.
This disciple also did not believe in evil, so he found a few friends, and they worked together to calculate, but still found nothing.
Later, the incident became more and more serious, and almost all the disciples in Qingcheng Mountain got involved, but all ended in failure.
In the end, this matter alarmed Wu Fan, the great elder of Qingcheng Mountain. After hearing this, he just smiled indifferently and shook his head.
From then on, every time the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain passed by this old peach tree, they would always bow their hands and bow as a junior.
On the top of Qingcheng Mountain, there is a majestic hall. A gold-lettered plaque hangs high in front of the palace door. On the finely carved plaque are written three characters: Dangyao Palace.
These three big characters seem to contain endless domineering power and win people's hearts. Horizontal and vertical, the pen is strong and sharp. The more you look at it, the more you feel that only this plaque can hold down this magnificent hall.
Over the years, countless pilgrims have felt awe in their hearts when they saw this plaque after climbing to the top of the mountain.
This plaque is also the pride of the entire Qingcheng Mountain. After Emperor Jiang ascended the throne, he was grateful for Qingcheng Mountain's heroic and fearless achievements in the war with the demon clan, so he personally made this plaque to commend Qingcheng Mountain's contribution.
In this hall, there are huge statues of Sanqing. In front of the statue is a dense pile of spiritual tablets.
Countless oil lamps burned brightly silently while looking at the old and the young in front of the hall.
"Why did you bring me here today?" The young man sitting cross-legged on the futon had a clear face. A pair of clear eyes fluttered with long eyelashes.
At this time, the young man was looking at the old man wearing a simple Taoist robe with his back to him with respectful eyes.
The old man's face was wrinkled, his hair and beard were white, but his back was straight, and he exuded a peaceful and upright aura.
"Can you thoroughly study the palm thunder talisman I taught you the day before yesterday?" the old man asked calmly.
"A little bit of success, I guess I can master it by practicing a few times tomorrow." The young man replied respectfully.
"Draw it again and show it to me." The old man said without looking back.
The young man lowered his head and said yes, rolled up his sleeves, and exposed his young arms. He waved his left hand in the air, and a few drops of blood flowed out from the green-white index finger of his right hand.
Red blood stains were condensed in the air, but they did not disperse at all. Using his finger as a pen and blood as ink, the young man began to draw a complicated rune in the air.
It seemed like a simple process, but the boy struggled to draw it, and his fingers shook slightly several times during the process.
As the runes were drawn, there were already a few drops of sweat on the young man's forehead. He stretched out his right hand and slowly approached the blood runes, and the runes were instantly imprinted on his palm.
The bright red runes flashed in his palm, which was a sign that the runes were drawn successfully. However, there was no joy on the young man's face. Instead, there was a hint of regret between his eyebrows, as if he was very dissatisfied with this success.
You must know that everyone in the world knows that Qingcheng Mountain has two great skills, one is the method of talismans and seals, and the other is the method of divination, and Qingcheng Mountain has relied on this method of talismans and seals to kill countless monsters.
However, although the talisman and seal method is powerful, its difficulty is definitely not something that most people can understand on their own.
According to legend, when the final battle between the human race and the demon race was going on, there were only twenty disciples left on Qingcheng Mountain. A martial arts idiot took the opportunity to sneak into Qingcheng Mountain and stole Qingcheng Mountain's secret book of talisman and seal script, trying to understand its secrets on his own.
When the Qingcheng Mountain Sect Leader at that time learned the news, he was not anxious at all and even asked someone to shout, if this person can really understand the mystery on his own, I am willing to give him the divination method of Qingcheng Mountain.
Everyone sighed, I am afraid that the two great skills of Qingcheng Mountain will be stolen by outsiders. Because that Wu Chi was a genius known to everyone in the world. He had spent five years secretly learning the secrets of ten major sects, and used the secrets of these sects to challenge the masters of his sects. As a result, he won ten of the ten battles. It's jaw-dropping.
However, what no one expected was that one month later, the martial artist returned the secret book with both hands and worshiped at the gate of Qingcheng Mountain.
The martial arts fanatic sighed at that time, I have been studying martial arts for half my life, but I didn't expect that I could not make any progress in this talisman and seal method after studying it for a month. I worship at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain today, hoping that Qingcheng Mountain can teach me this way.
The sect master of Qingcheng Mountain finally took this martial artist into his sect and taught him the art of talisman and seal script. This matter also became a hot topic in the martial arts world, and everyone in the martial arts world knew that the Qingcheng Mountain talisman and seal method was obscure and difficult to understand.
As for the method of thunder in the palm, among the talisman and seal methods, its difficulty is also among the best. Even if an ordinary disciple only learned it in a year or two, his master would have to praise him for his excellent understanding. However, the young man in this hall was able to practice the Palm Thunder Talisman Seal to such a level in just three days. It's a gift from heaven.
Ahem
The old man coughed twice, and saw the mark of the talisman on the young man's palm flashing brightly, and a few tiny lightning arcs began to overflow from the mark on the palm, leaving a few burnt black patches on his slightly delicate palm.
The young man's face showed no signs of wavering. He was constantly stimulating his internal energy into his palm, trying to suppress the tendency of the thunder talisman and seal in his palm to be activated.
However, within three seconds, a huge burst of light erupted from the young man's palm, and a thunder ball composed of countless thunderbolts condensed in his palm, spinning crazily, and finally exploded.
A light shield enveloped the thunderball at the last moment of the explosion, blocking all the power of its explosion. The huge light made the entire hall light up at that moment.
The light shone on the boy's somewhat pale face, and he knelt on the futon with some disappointment.
"Not only was the speed a bit slower, but my hands shook five times in the middle. The control was not up to par. In the end, the power of the palm thunder was also a little less powerful."
The gentleness of the old man's words might even make people think that he was praising the young man.
The young man sighed and said, "I'll go back and practice twice tonight. By the way, what do you want to see me for tonight?"
The old man smiled and said, "You are still so impatient. Kowtow three times here."
The young man didn't think much and immediately knocked three times.
After these three kowtows, the old man's expression seemed a little more serious. He faced the statue of the Three Pure Ones and a group of spiritual tablets on the stage, muttering something in his mouth, as if he was performing some important ceremony.
The young man was also very patient, kneeling on the futon and waiting quietly.
After a full quarter of an hour, the old man ended the ceremony with a kowtow.
He slowly took out a book that looked very simple and had no name on the cover from his sleeve, and placed it on the ground.
"Take it back and practice it in seclusion."
After speaking, the old man closed his eyes and said no more words.
The young man took the books and left in the dim night.
"Headmaster."
An old man who looked a little younger than this old man slowly walked out from behind the curtain on the side.
Sima Nan smiled lightly and said, "I kept you waiting for a long time, Great Elder."
Wu Fan smiled and said, "The master's words are serious. You can count me as half of my disciples. What's the point of waiting for a while?"
Sima Nan smiled, changed the subject and said, "Is the Great Elder here this time because of the evil energy in the celestial phenomena?"
Wu Fan's face was a little solemn, "The brilliant sky thunder wants to destroy the evil. This Jiuzhou has been peaceful for so long, how come there is still something evil appearing?"
"Taiping is always just an illusion, and there will never be eternal peace. Tai Chi produces two phenomena, two phenomena produce four images, and four images produce Bagua. Everything is developing in a complex and changeable direction."
Sima Nan's profound words swayed with the lights of countless oil lamps in the hall.
Wu Fan bowed and saluted, "I have been calculating for a long time but I still can't figure out where this evil thing is. It seems that something is helping to cover up the energy of this evil thing. Please let me know clearly."
Sima Nan raised his hand and drew a circle in the void, and instantly a Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram appeared.
"There is black and there is white. All things are both opposite and dependent on each other. Since things exist and happen, they must have their cause and effect. The great road is fifty, the heavenly evolution is forty-nine, and one of them escapes."
Sima Nan turned his head and looked at Wu Fan, "While we don't have a clear idea of where this escape is, all we have to do is quietly appreciate the forty-nine Tianyan."
Wu Fan looked at Sima Nan's cloudy but still bright eyes. He was silent for a long time before slowly nodding.
When I walked out of the hall, the moon was already on the branches.
Wu Fan looked back at the plaque on the main hall. Under the moonlight, those three big characters still revealed a different kind of brilliance.
Wu Fan looked at the straight back in front of the hall again. Perhaps the oil lamp had dimmed, and half of the back had sunk into darkness.
In the main hall, Sima Nan coughed twice, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He raised his sleeve and wiped it, and the bright red blood stained the simple black robe and turned dark red.
"As we get older, we are no longer useful." Sima Nan smiled mockingly.
Shaking his loose cuffs, a golden little dragon leaped out and flew out.
Sima Nan's eyes were filled with affection as he looked at the little golden dragon. He stretched out his skinny fingers and gently tapped the golden dragon. The little golden dragon instantly began to dodge, seemingly resisting the finger.
However, the golden dragon's dodge had no effect, and in the end it was pressed hard against Sima Nan's finger by a huge force.
Sima Nan's finger was pricked by the golden dragon's horn, and large drops of blood flowed down, covering the golden dragon's body.
The golden dragon kept rolling and leaping, and the smile on the corner of Sima Nan's mouth became more and more obvious, but his face became paler.
In the end, the golden dragon jumped and hit the plaque outside the temple, seeming to merge with the plaque.
The light of the oil lamp in the main hall seemed to be a little brighter, but there was only one missing figure.
