Feng Lu, who was kneeling in the hall, felt very uneasy.
He saw the immortals in the hall discussing his matter, but could not hear any sound. He could only hope that the immortals would show mercy.
After a while, Zhang Yao casually removed the soundproofing spell and said:
"Feng Lu, your filial piety is touching. Being able to come to us is considered a blessing."
"Today I will grant your request and give you three fairy peaches to take back to heal my mother."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, and the three fairy peaches on the desk floated away and landed in front of Feng Lu.
Feng Lu was immediately overjoyed, burst into tears of gratitude, and kowtowed repeatedly in praise.
"You have a mortal body and climbed thousands of feet of natural danger. The cold air has soaked your whole body. If you turn back here, you will inevitably get seriously ill."
As Zhang Yao spoke, another fiery red date flew out of the jade saucer and landed in front of Feng Lu.
"I give you a fire date. After taking it, you can avoid this serious illness."
"Thank you, Immortal, for your mercy."
After Feng Lu expressed his gratitude, he held Xiantao and Huozao tightly in his arms, and Zhao He led him away from Tiandu Mountain Spiritual Vein.
After he left, everyone continued to feast, and soon they dispersed and went into seclusion.
To them, Feng Lu's visit to seek immortality to save his mother was just a small episode in their spiritual life, and no one took it to heart.
But for scholar Feng Lu, what happened on this day can be said to be a turning point in his life.
After he left Tiandu Mountain's spiritual veins, he still felt a little dizzy, as if he was in a dream, and couldn't believe everything he encountered.
"It turns out that deep in Tiandu Mountain, there are real immortals cultivating in seclusion..."
He touched the fairy peaches and fire dates in his arms, and the unreal feeling in his heart gradually disappeared.
The cold wind blew so hard that he shivered all over. He quickly took out the fire date and swallowed it. He suddenly felt like a warm stove falling from his body, and the cold air was swept away.
"What a fairy fruit!"
Feng Lu's expression was excited, his steps were much brisker, and his brows were filled with joy.
"Mom is saved now!"
A few hours later.
Feng Lu, carrying Xiantao, finally returned home to Siping Town after many hardships.
He chopped the peach into small pieces, boiled it in water, and fed it to his mother to swallow. The effect was immediate.
Feng Lu's mother, who was paralyzed in bed due to serious illness and breathless, recovered unexpectedly the next day after taking Xiantao Decoction and was able to get out of bed and work.
Familiar neighbors were surprised and unbelievable.
It didn't take long for Feng Lu's deeds to climb Tiandu Mountain and seek immortality to save his mother to spread. The news spread wider and wider, and even alarmed the local officials and the imperial court in Beijing.
As the news spread, Feng Lu became completely famous and became a well-known filial son throughout Zhongzhou.
After he became famous, people soon appreciated and invested in him. Feng Lu escaped from his poor family and studied hard, and a year later he was ranked second in high school, which became a legend.
This wonderful story has made countless people go to the fairyland deep in Tiandu Mountain to explore the secrets, but in the end they all returned without success, so that the Tiandu Mountain Wonderland gradually became a legend again...
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There is no record of years of practice, but the years in the mountains are long.
In the spiritual veins of Tiandu Mountain:
More than a dozen monks gathered together and were holding a small ceremony.
"Well, this spiritual rice is really good. I've tasted it several times and it's unforgettable..."
Zhang Yao tasted a few mouthfuls of Lingmi porridge, his eyes were bright and he was full of praise.
At this time, eight full years have passed since he came to the Tiandu Mountain Spiritual Vein and became one of the Seven Friends of Tiandu.
Casual cultivators from the two major spiritual lines, Tiandu Mountain and Kong Qingchuan, have always had a tradition of communicating with each other. This is also the second time he has participated in a similar small Dharma gathering.
"Hahaha, as long as fellow Taoist Qingxu likes it."
An old man with a slender face stroked his beard and smiled.
There are also spiritual fields in Kongqingchuan River, but because the water vapor is too abundant, it is not suitable for planting spiritual grass, so spiritual rice is planted.
In terms of pure effectiveness, spiritual rice is far better than some spiritual fruit, fairy peach, and big grain elixir, but the output is less, and it usually matures only once every five or six years.
The exchanges between monks from the two major spiritual places are usually about five or six years apart. While exchanging monastic experiences, they also exchange knowledge and enhance friendship.
"By the way, we recently learned some news."
Halfway through the Dharma conference, a monk from Kong Qingchuan suddenly said:
"Do you know that the last monk in the middle stage of Qi refining on Wuyin Island has died at the end of his life!"
As soon as these words came out, the banquet where Yan Yan had been laughing and talking suddenly fell silent.
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, with incomprehensible expressions, and something strange gradually appeared in the atmosphere.
"Ahem."
Finally, Lao He coughed twice, broke the silence, and said:
"What Fellow Daoist Zhuang means...could it be that he wants to take action against the Liu family on Hidden Mist Island?"
"Liu family? Hehe..."
Fellow Taoist Zhuang sneered and said slowly:
"Fellow Daoist He, you have really lived in the mountains for a long time and have not heard about current affairs. The news is too backward!"
"Where is the Liu family left now?"
"There are only five monks in total on the Hidden Mist Island. The only one died in the middle stage of Qi Refining, leaving only four people left, three of whom are named Yuwen."
"The one who occupies Kirigakure Island now is not the Liu family. It should be renamed the Yuwen family."
After hearing his words, everyone couldn't help but talk about it.
"It's really unexpected..."
Zhang Yao felt strange and at the same time couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
At the beginning, Yu Wenze was just the son-in-law of the Liu family, with a low status. He had suffered enough humiliation and oppression, and was manipulated by the queen.
Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, the situation has undergone earth-shaking changes.
When the Liu family came to a remote place like Lu State, it was also difficult for them to practice cultivation. After the death of the old lady, they became worse every day.
On the contrary, it is the Yuwen family. Because they are royal nobles, they have reproduced many children in the past hundred years. In addition, they have the blood of the Liu family, so there will always be several descendants with spiritual roots.
"This is really in line with the old saying... Thirty years to the east of Hedong, thirty years to the west of Hexi."
"Who would have thought that Yu Wenze, a little son-in-law of an immortal family, could turn his back on the guests and occupy the magpie's nest?"
Zhang Yao was secretly calculating in his heart, and many monks beside him were already whispering to each other in twos and threes, conspiring in low voices.
Since ancient times, wealth and silk have moved people's hearts, and even those who are cultivating immortals are not exempt from the vulgarity.
Originally, the country of Lu was barren and had nothing to fight for. Everyone naturally treated each other well, and the cultivation atmosphere was kept harmonious.
But now things have changed.
The old lady of the Liu family is a powerful immortal in the late stage of Qi refining, and will definitely leave a lot of legacy.
I dare not say anything else, but there must be some first-class first-class talismans, or one or two high-class magic weapons.
Nowadays, Kirigakure Island is weak. The only monk in the middle stage of Qi Refining has died of old age. There are only two or three big cats and kittens left. Without their deterrence, they naturally cannot stop the pack of wolves.
"Fellow Taoist Qingxu."
Fatty Chen on the side came over, narrowed his eyes, and asked:
"What do you think of their proposal? Do you want to join forces to attack Kirigakure Island?"
PS: Still can’t hold it back, post another chapter (*^▽^*)
