Chapter 42 42: Kunwu Mountain; Lingbao Taoist
Kunwu Mountain is a majestic and handsome mountain, with scattered colors of haze, thousand-year-old cypresses, and ten thousand-year-old bamboo poles. From time to time, I can see the chirping of cranes, and the blue sky is visible on the mountains. Like a winding giant dragon, it stretches for tens of thousands of miles with no beginning or end.
On Luanyang Peak, where the rich aura condensed into frost and mist, an old man with white beard and hair and a wrinkled face fell from the sky and cast a fingerprint of magic power to open the stone gate mechanism on the cliff.
"Kakakaka" The stone gate slowly lifted up, revealing in the stone chamber a young man in moon-white robes, who looked to be about twenty years old, with hair several feet long, and a face as handsome as a handsome prince.
Cobwebs and dirt are everywhere in the stone chamber, mixed with the air of decay.
But the old man knelt down in front of the young man, his lips trembled, and he sobbed: "Ancestor! Cheng...Chengyin is dead..."
After a long time, the man was covered with spider silk and had unkempt hair that was several feet long. The young man opened his cold eyes, revealing a sense of vicissitudes of life that was inconsistent with the young man's image.
Even, it feels a bit lifeless.
The long-lost sunlight outside the cave shone into the dark cave. The young man blinked and stretched out his hand to block it. After being in seclusion for a long time, he seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the outside sunlight.
This handsome young man in white is the ancestor of the Zhao family, Zhao Luan, who is famous in all areas and has mastered the [Five Hell Escape Immortal Stake].
The world only remembers his Buddhist name "Luanyang Patriarch".
Zhao Luan had a trace of decay all over his body and looked at the sky, doubts flashing in his eyes: "Who is Chengyin...? Who are you...and you?"
"I am Zhao Xiong, the fifty-first patriarch, is the ancestor; Chengyin is my son, the direct descendant of the fifty-second generation." Seeing that the ancestor seemed confused, the old man quickly reminded me.
"I don't remember..." Zhao Luan shook his head.
Once he retreats, it can last for hundreds of years or as long as eight or nine thousand years. Even though the immortal family has a long lifespan, how many generations of descendants have been replaced in the human world, how can he remember it.
"Three hundred, three hundred and seventy years ago: Patriarch, you met him when you came out of seclusion. You also said that this boy is like you, with a stubborn spirit that refuses to admit defeat. He will definitely be a generation in the future..." Zhao Xiongyi Tears from your nose.
Zhao Luan waved his hands impatiently: "That's enough. He was killed, right? Whoever killed him, you sent someone to arrest him."
He didn't remember at all. What Chengyin, if it weren't for the fact that the old man in front of him did have the aura of his blood, he would have slapped this verbose old man to death without any hesitation.
"But...but that man's strength is unfathomable, and he has also developed magical powers. His strength is no less than that of the true disciples of the sect. Even Chengyin is not his opponent..."
"He He is your blood descendant, he died so miserably..." Zhao Xiong cried.
"Go to Luanyang Peak and look for my former apprentice... If my apprentice dies, I'll look for my apprentice. There should be some still alive..." Zhao Luan was slightly moved.
Zhao Xiong was overjoyed, but what Zhao Luan said next made him freeze in place as if struck by lightning.
"You must have bullied others by relying on my reputation... In the future, you must restrain your descendants; make friends with the ancestors of the same sect, and never bully others at will..."
"Old Zu, you..." Zhao Xiong looked at Zhao Luan in astonishment.
He then realized that since the stone door opened, the entire Luanyang Peak, thousands of miles away, was quietly filled with a trace of decay.
It was...
The smell of death.
Three hundred years ago, the aura that was so majestic and proud that it was the most powerful among all the gods was as different as heaven and earth.
"No, no... Jiaozu, Jiaozu, the old man will definitely think of a way, he will definitely do it, he will definitely do it..." Zhao Xiong murmured with tears in his eyes.
"Maybe, go ahead...child." Zhao Luan's face was much softer and kinder, and there was hope in his eyes.
So what if you have infinite magical powers...
If you don’t become an immortal, you will eventually become a mirror.
Have you not seen the ancient gods and demons with invincible supernatural powers, roaring proudly into the sky, and measuring the heaven and earth with their Dharma bodies? At that time, even the immortals and true saints could not avoid them.
But under the eternity of time. Only the six immortals are still standing.
The gods and demons who claim to be immortal and invincible have become so corrupt that even their names have disappeared in the long river of time and space.
Not to mention him.
Only one step away from becoming an immortal.
But this little bit is far greater than what he has accumulated over the past 129,000 years, and it is difficult to break through the shackles.
The leaders have been studying and trying for millions of years. Perhaps this time they can really think of a way to make their disciples immortal without becoming immortals.
……
In Kanyuanze, Ji Yuan, dressed in ragged clothes, finally emerged from the endless virgin forest.
A quick calculation showed that it took several months to rely on Yufeng.
I have just flown over hundreds of thousands of miles across Yuanze.
“I thought I was looking for some magical medicine to increase my power, but it turned out to be some poisonous weeds.” Ji Yuan’s eyes were bitter.
As soon as he entered the wilderness of Kanyuanze, he was lucky enough to find a patchwork of more than a dozen ‘wonderful flowers’ that were full of spiritual energy and were no less than eight or nine hundred years old.
The key is that there are no alien beasts to guard it.
Ji Yuan couldn't wait, so he hurried down to pick it, chewed it up, and refined it. As a result, his whole body was numb, his hands and feet were sore, and he fell to the ground, unable to use his magic power.
It took half a month to recover.
Fortunately, the centipede magic and the magic power of calling wind and rain have been mastered to an exquisite level, and can be mobilized without using magic power, which is enough to protect the body.
“You must be careful when picking medicines, and you must be even more cautious when swallowing them...”
The name and attributes of that strange white flower are unknown; there is no record of it in the "Ling Xuan Gui Zhi".
This world is just like the wilderness. The scope of exploration by humans, including monks, is also very limited, and their understanding of species is also very rudimentary.
There are many elixirs, thousands and thousands of them, but none of them know their properties, let alone their efficacy.
If you take it, it will be a magical medicine that can increase your power.
If you fall asleep and have side effects, it is poison.
The medicinal herbs recorded in "Lingxuan Guizhi" are elixirs that monks have tried time and time again and can be used to increase power.
After being a Shennong for a time.
Ji Yuan no longer dared to swallow the unknown elixir he had picked.
I also picked all the strange white flowers that could make the monks lose their magic power and make their bodies soft.
Also includes all kinds of strange and exotic herbs collected along the way by exploring with centipede bees.
Some medicines are no less than a thousand years old.
Put it all in the sleeves, with hundreds of plants stuffed into one sleeve.
I have to sigh; in this world, although the practice system is primitive and crude, the species is really rich.
As long as you enter the wilderness, you won’t find elixirs that last ten thousand years; but elixirs that last for hundreds, hundreds, or thousands of years can be found almost everywhere.
It’s like picking mushrooms.
Kan Yuanze is only connected to the endless wilderness, especially in the wilderness, the deeper you go, the spiritual energy is extremely rich.
No wonder everyone calls the Great Wilderness ‘Honghuang’.
However, Ji Yuan only had a brief taste and did not dare to go into the depths of the wilderness.
In the depths of the wilderness, there are countless powerful evil spirits, some of which are thousands of miles away. The mere presence of evil spirits soaring into the sky is terrifying.
“If I hadn’t been recommended by the Taoist Academy and rushed to report to the ancestral court, I really wouldn’t want to leave, retreat into the wilderness, directly cultivate magic power that has lasted tens of thousands of years, and then come out to hang out. ”
After only a few months of traveling, Ji Yuan's magic power had already reached twenty years.
This is the five years of skill gained after finding some familiar elixirs in Kanyuanze, chewing them up and swallowing them.
The mana that I have gained in the past three to five years is better than nothing. It does not add much to my magical power, and Ji Yuan doesn't like it either.
Many times, the reason for using the wind bag magic weapon against the enemy is not that the magic weapon is inferior to the wind bag.
But the mana is too low.
The wind bag can summon the winds from all directions, and magical powers can also summon them.
It can also attract rain clouds, condense into clouds and mist, make the sound of thunder and lightning, and gather into all kinds of magical rain. Especially after understanding the Taoist rhyme, being influenced by the Xuanhuang merits, and discussing the mysteries, my magical power has already surpassed that of the magic weapon.
The function of the magic weapon is to allow people who do not possess magical powers to use the carrier of magical powers to exert various divine powers.
A magic weapon is just a carrier of magical power. The magical power corresponds to the great road. The foundation of Jiyuan has been obtained. The soul is planted into the talisman. Once it is proved, it will be proved forever. The only difference is the magic power.
In order to fully utilize the full power of the magical power of [Call Wind and Rain], one would need at least ten thousand years of mana.
After leaving Kanyuanze, there are endless plains, hills, and peaks in front of us. Looking into the distance, gradually, there is a sense of human habitation.
There are many times more Qi in monks than in Zhongzhou.
There are also countries, but more of them are ancient wilderness.
Except for occasionally finding a hilltop to rest when tired from the journey, we basically never stopped.
In the blink of an eye, another few months passed.
After tens of thousands of miles, you can see a mountain range that is as winding as a dragon, with mountains stretching over thousands of feet, and mountains upon mountains.
“Kunwu Mountain! We’re finally here.” Ji Yuan’s face was filled with frost.
A cloud of light fell in front of me from thousands of miles away and turned into the shape of a child in yellow clothes.
I saw his bun with double silk ribbons and his wide robe with wind sleeves. He looked like a boy younger than Ji Yuan. His magical power was unfathomable.
"You must be the junior brother who came back from Zhongzhou. I am the master's servant, Lingyu. I have been ordered to greet you, please." Lingyu pointed to the clouds at his feet and motioned for Ji Yuan to stand up.
"Thank you, senior brother." Ji Yuan Yufeng fell into the clouds.
It was then that I realized that the cloud under my feet was actually a magic weapon.
“This is the eight-treasure brocade cloud bag used by the master to teach you. You can travel towards Mu Kunwu in the North Sea, and the clouds will shine thousands of miles away.” Lingyu explained with a smile.
“When you arrive at Mount Kunwu, you are no longer considered a disciple of the outer courtyard. Even if you are not a true disciple, you are still considered an official disciple of Xuanwei; you don’t have to be so polite in the future.”
Xuanwei Sect has many outer sects, either in Zhongzhou or in the Nanshan region. Those who practice in Taoist monasteries are only counted as outer sects.
Only those who are recommended and come to Kunwu Mountain to practice are considered inner sects and are true disciples of Patriarch Xuanwei.
As for the true inheritance, it needs to be selected from among the inner disciples.
"We have more than 100,000 disciples in Kunwu Mountain. You first go to Jinque Peak to grant seniority and ultimatums, and then listen to the elders' arrangements."
Only when you arrive at Kunwu Mountain, you finally have It looks like a sect.
According to what Lingyu said, Xuanwei Sect has seventy-two peaks; the location of the ten true teachings and the leader is called Jinque Peak.
Each peak has a first elder who is responsible for managing the disciples of each peak.
"Senior brother came to pick me up personally. Is it the master who wants to see me?" Ji Yuan asked.
"No, the master manages the more than 100,000 Qi practitioners in the sect, and they have everything to do every day. How can I meet you? It was Master Linghe who sent a message, so the master made a special exception and asked me to pick you up."
While talking, we have arrived at a golden palace with thousands of feet of peaks, cornices and brackets, palaces and palaces. We can see misty clouds and cranes flying above, just like a fairyland.
"You go to the palace yourself, the elders will arrange it for you. I have to pick up a few junior brothers, so I will leave first." Lingyu placed Ji Yuan in front of Jinque Palace.
"Thank you." Ji Yuan handed over his hand and watched Lingyu go before walking into the Jinque Palace.
The main hall is brightly lit and is thousands of feet wide; there are many young people already in the hall, and there are also a few middle-aged or old people who are writing desks and dealing with things.
“Come here.” A young man with a beard in white waved.
Seeing the strong aura and magic power on his body, Ji Yuan did not dare to neglect: "Disciple Ji Yuan, I have met... met the elder."
"Junior brother, don't dare to shout randomly, my common name is Liu and my religious name is Lingquan." Lingquan narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"In our religion, since the ancestors taught the Dharma, there are generations such as Hong, Ji, Zhi, Guang, Xiao, Qing, Xu, Ling, and Yu..."
Lingquan opens the case. He read the book and said with a smile: "Junior brother is very lucky. He happens to be the last batch of the spiritual generation. In five hundred years, he will be the jade generation."
However, in the end, strength is still the most important thing.
"Put a drop of blood on this turtle shell."
Ji Yuan took the palm-sized black turtle shell and was a little curious: "What is the drop of blood for?"
Could it be a drop of blood? What curse means to prevent disciples from rebelling?
"If you drop blood, go to Uncle Xu Jing over there and ask him to burn the Dharma name for you. You will know when you go."
Lingquan said, leaning in close to him Ji Yuan whispered next to him: "If you have any spiritual things on your body, you'd better stuff some into your uncle, otherwise..."
Lingquan didn't say any more, Ji Yuan understood clearly and nodded clearly.
Following the instructions of Senior Brother Lingquan, when we arrived at the side hall, we found a white-haired old man burning turtle shells in the furnace. There was also a mighty young man standing next to him. It seemed that he was also new to Kunwu Mountain.
"Kakaka" The turtle shell shattered into cracks under the flames.
Xu Jing squinted his eyes: "Lou Kang, the Patriarch gave him the name Riedan, and from now on he will be known as Lingdan."
"Lingdan? Uncle Master, this doesn't sound good to me. I am The first genius of the Lou family, please hurry up and pick one that sounds good to me..." Lou Kang kept shaking his head.
"That's not okay. This is a gift from the ancestor."
"But your turtle shell is full of messy talismans. No one except you can understand it. It's obviously what you said." Lou Kang was so angry that he couldn't help swearing and making noises with all his magic power.
At such a young age, he actually has hundreds of years of magical power. No wonder even his uncle doesn’t take him seriously.
After all, monks are respected for their strength. Even uncles and masters have to fight to know who is strong and who is weak.
"Huh! Next one." Xu Jing raised his head with disdain on his face.
Jinque Palace is the leader's territory, and no one dares to be presumptuous. Lou Kang, who was given the nickname "Ling Dan", did not dare to take action after all, snorted coldly, and left angrily.
Ji Yuan stepped forward, took a handful of the messy elixirs he had picked in Kanyuanze from his sleeve, mixed them with turtle shells and handed them over.
"You are still sensible." Xu Jing held up his sleeves and calmly took the elixirs before throwing the turtle shell into the stove.
"I hope my uncle will give his disciple a title that will please him." Ji Yuan bowed and said.
"What uncle gave you, it was given by the ancestor. What do you know? Practitioners perform the Tao both in movement and stillness, and have mysterious spiritual responses. The name of the Tao is the immortal teaching of the ancestor, which represents a lifetime of achievements." Xu Jing was serious and corrected loudly, for fear that others would not hear.
"Yes, it was given by the Patriarch. I hope the Patriarch will give his disciples a Taoist name that they can listen to." Ji Yuan said with a smile.
“Kakakaka…”
The turtle shell cracked in the firelight.
"Ji Yuan, the Patriarch gave him the title Fa, Lingfa." Xu Jing twisted his beard and said.
But his eyes were always fixed on Ji Yuan's sleeve containing the elixir.
He didn't even glance at the turtle shell.
I don’t know how the old man judged the word ‘法’.
"The spiritual method is good. The method of regulating yin and yang is called method; the arrangement of rules is called method; the wonderful skills are infinite and called method!" Lingquan, who was watching from a distance, praised.
Ji Yuan also nodded. The spiritual method is indeed good and suits him. He will practice all kinds of magic in the future.
Xu Jing stroked his beard with pride on his face and was praised by the spiritual spring. He was proud of his ability to name.
"Kakakaka..."
At this moment, the turtle shell cracked again, and a series of creases were formed, forming a mysterious and profound image of ancient seal characters.
"This..." Xu Jing glared slightly and pulled off a few long beards.
"What's wrong, uncle?" Ji Yuan was confused.
After a while, Xu Jing's expression returned to calm: "Ahem, I'm sorry, actually I saw it wrong just now."
"Ji Yuan, the Patriarch gave him the title Bao, and the Dharma title Lingbao."
(End of this chapter)