The gate of the world.
Divided into north and south regions, there are Zhengyi Tao and Quanzhen Tao.
Zheng Yiyi is a heavy talisman, while Quanzhen is practicing inner elixir.
If we distinguish according to theory, there have been five schools since ancient times: Danding, Fulu, Jishan, classics and divination.
In today's world, there are complete inheritances of ancient methods, and they are more than a thousand years old, such as Wudang, Longhu, Longmen, Laoshan, Maoshan, Tianshi, Lingbao, Ziyang...
But no matter North and South, Dan Fu, Dragon Tiger or Wudang.
Going back two thousand years, they were all differentiated from the Tao of Heavenly Masters.
In other words, the cave abode at the top of Qingcheng Mountain in front of you, if you really want to count it, is the ancestral home of Taoism in the world, not Longhu Mountain.
“Kunlun, knock on the door.”
“You must be polite and don’t mess around.”
Putting away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Chen Yulou turned around and glanced at Kunlun, Yang Fang and the old foreigner.
Yang Fang is too young and has a gangster spirit. Although his personality has become much calmer since the death of his master Jin Abacus, he is still a little green.
After all, the old foreigner is a color-eyed person, with blond hair, blue eyes, and deep eyes. Even after thousands of years, the Zagrama clan is almost the same as the Han people, but their bloodline and appearance cannot be erased.
After all, it is a Taoist place of purity.
After all, it is better to think carefully when visiting for the first time.
Among the three, Kunlun is the most suitable.
“Yes, from the shopkeeper.”
Nod to accept the order.
Kunlun wasted no time, and under the gaze of a group of people, he bypassed Laojun Pavilion, passed straight through the covered bridge between the two cliffs, and arrived all the way outside the stone gate of the cave.
At this moment, the night in the mountains is peaceful and the clouds and mist are floating.
But you can still faintly see a stone tablet standing outside the cave, with the four words "Taiqing Xuanyuan" written on it.
The pen follows the dragon and the snake, and the Tao follows nature.
At that time, Zhang Daoling wrote 24 chapters of Taoism in Heming Mountain and cultivated the Great Dao, so he called himself Taiqing Xuanyuan. The excuse was that Taishang Laojun personally surrendered, taught him three days of righteousness, and appointed him as a heavenly master. , preach to the world.
Now that I see the stone tablet, the rumors are indeed true.
The stone gate standing in the cave is actually no different from a fence. It can only prevent the gentleman from passing through the stone gate and entering the cave as the cold wind howls outside the mountain.
Deep in it, the green lamp was dim and bright.
Kunlun took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, then pulled the copper ring on the stone door and knocked lightly a few times.
Dang Dang——
The clear sound of metal and stone colliding broke the silence in the mountains.
In the cave, a Taoist who was studying at his desk subconsciously got up and opened the stone door.
"Who are you?"
Looking at the tall figure outside the door.
Xuanzhen was slightly startled. He was sure that he had never seen this person before, and... Tianshi Cave did not offer incense, so few pilgrims came.
Only occasionally tourists from outside the mountain will enter this place by mistake.
But this is the first time I have seen it as late as today.
"Meet the Taoist."
"I'm Kunlun, and by order of my shopkeeper, I'm here to pay a visit!"
Kunlun clasped his hands in fists, said with a loud voice and a serious look on his face.
“Kunlun?”
“Who is your shopkeeper?”
I recalled this name carefully.
Because of his first-level status in the Feng family, he has been in the world for many years and has known countless people, but he seems to have never heard of this name, and he keenly caught the other person in his words.
Xuanzhen asked subconsciously.
"Replying to what the Taoist said, the shopkeeper Chen Yulou is the head of the Chen family in Xiangyin, the general manager of Changshengshan..."
I heard him ask.
Kunlun still replied seriously, word for word.
It’s just...
I haven’t finished the sentence yet.
Xuanzhen, who was wearing a Taoist robe behind the door, had already set off a wave of panic in his expression.
Chenjia and Changsheng Mountain in Xiangyin.
Based on these two names alone, if he didn't know the identity of the person coming, all these years would have been in vain.
Today's fight in the arena.
Faqiu has long been hidden from the world, and the people who touch the gold live in separate quarters. As for the Taoist Banshan, they are still the same style, hiding their names and disappearing without a trace, and the dragon sees its head but never its tail.
Only the Xieling sect has not declined over the years, but has even risen through the troubled times.
The three generations of the Chen family each have their own means and work hard to achieve success.
Up to now, Xieling is in the hands of the Chen family, surpassing almost all previous dynasties. Not only is Changsheng Mountain home to many strange people and countless masters in the world, but the green forests of thirteen provinces in the north and south are all under the jurisdiction of Changsheng Mountain.
It is better to say that he is a green forest bandit than a big warlord who separatist power.
After all...
From ancient times to the present, Xiling has been mostly populated by people from the green forest who have fallen into trouble and turned into bandits. With the prestige of the Chen family, I am afraid that if they really raise their arms, they can pull the strings in the blink of an eye. A team of tens of thousands of people rose up.
No one dares to underestimate such a force in any dynasty.
On the other hand, look at his Coffin Mountain lineage.
Now it is withered and lonely.
When it comes to his generation, they can only adopt their son to his family in order to preserve a trace of blood and not cut off the Feng family's incense.
The most important thing is.
He still couldn't figure out what the leader of Xieling was doing, who came all the way from Xiangyin, climbed Qingcheng Mountain in the middle of the night, and came to Tianshi Cave to look for himself.
Although I don’t know how my identity was revealed.
But Changsheng Mountain is one of the thirty-six mountains, and there are countless strange people on the mountain. It does not seem to be particularly difficult to uncover one's identity.
"I wonder...where is Shopkeeper Chen now?"
"It's good to see a poor Taoist."
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind one by one.
Xuanzhen's expression also changed one after another.
Finally, he breathed out secretly, suppressed his thoughts and asked.
It is a blessing, not a curse, but a curse that cannot be avoided.
After all, the sins committed by their ancestors could not be avoided by simply hiding.
He just regrets that he has been busy for most of his life and has never found the entrance to Dixian Village.
If only he left like this.
How can I live up to my father’s last words before his death?
Once the Corpse Immortal is born, it will definitely bring disaster to the world, causing countless deaths and injuries, and their Feng family will owe a lot of sin to the world.
“The shopkeeper is just outside the bridge.”
“Waiting to see the Taoist.”
Kunlun didn't notice the strangeness in his expression.
I just thought that I was a group of people who came to the door in the middle of the night and disturbed others' Qing Dynasty.
Listen to him asking now.
Responded immediately.
“Okay.”
"Please lead the way. Pindao will ask shopkeeper Chen to go up the mountain."
Xuanzhen exhaled.
The matter has come to this, just face it calmly.
After all, the Feng family was indeed at fault in this great feud, even if it was out of helplessness.
Put it in that situation, if the ancestor Feng Wangli dared to show a hint of rejection, what awaited the Feng family would definitely be the disaster of annihilation.
Now hundreds of years have passed.
It is reasonable for people to come to your door.
Kunlun nodded, gave way half a step, and then led the way, leading Taoist Xuanzhen all the way across the covered bridge.
Only a moment later.
Xuanzhen saw from a distance a group of four figures waiting at the bridge.
The leader was not very old, but he was very talented, with deep eyes, clear eyes, and a warm aura. He did not look like a person from the world at all, but rather like a secluded man who cultivated Taoism in the mountains.
As for the people behind him.
Two of them were actually dressed as Taoists.
However, his appearance is obviously different from that of the Han people, and he looks a bit nondescript.
But...
The moment when I saw clearly the two Taoists, one big and one small.
Xuanzhen seemed to have thought of something, his pupils were slightly narrowed, his lips were widened, and his face was full of disbelief.
Can meet both characteristics at the same time.
Except for the Taoist monk who moved mountains, he could not think of the second possibility.
So, the first person is Chen Yulou, the leader of this generation of Xiling, the general manager of Changsheng Mountain, and those two are the descendants of the current lineage of moving mountains?
I thought that only the Xieling group would go up the mountain today.
Unexpectedly, even Taoist Banshan, who has always been reclusive, came. Think of this.
Xuanzhen felt even more bitter in his heart.
It seems that he should die today.
It's just that Feng Sibei is so virtuous and capable. He has lived in anonymity for half his life. When he was young, he didn't dare to take Feng as his surname. After leaving two bloodlines for the Feng family, he did not hesitate to become a monk.
I just want to travel around the world without attracting the attention of the four factions.
But how could he imagine it.
Even so, it's still useless.
“Xiling Chen Yulou, I have met Brother Feng!”
Seeing him standing on the covered bridge in a daze, with a complex look on his face, Chen Yulou could not guess that he must have recognized his group.
There is no delay now.
Cooked his fists and smiled lightly.
Feng Sibei is wearing a green Taoist robe, and his hair is tied with a wooden hairpin. He is thin, his cheeks are deeply sunken, and his temples are slightly white. He looks much older than his actual age.
If calculated according to the original timeline.
He went up the mountain in middle age, almost ten years have passed now.
That is, around forty at most.
But now he looks almost fifty years old.
To sum it up, he and Partridge Whistle are only one step ahead, and they can be regarded as peers in the world.
So it is not an exaggeration to call him brother.
It's just...
The key lies in the word "brother Feng".
Obviously Chen Yulou is not visiting Tianshi Cave as the master of the mountain tonight, but as the last generation of mountain-watching Taibao.
Feng Sibei is also a smart person and can spot the difference in an instant.
The bitterness in his eyes became even stronger.
He subconsciously bowed, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he reacted and instead clasped his fists with his hands.
“I’ve met Chen Boss.”
From this moment on, he was no longer a Taoist in the mountains, but returned to the position of a secular family member.
“Brother Feng, you’re welcome!”
Chen Yulou waved his hand.
Feng Sibei looked at the partridge whistle beside him and said calmly.
“This must be the leader of this generation.”
“I’m here.”
Partridge Whistle nodded, “Moving Mountain, Partridge Whistle, see you The head of the family. "
"I see that all of you have traveled a long way. If you don't mind, please follow me into the cave. You are a bit poor and only have a simple meal to entertain you."< br>
A few brief exchanges were made.
Feng Sibei's mind gradually calmed down.
For him, no matter what the outcome is, he can accept it. Fighting against all the four factions in the world, and watching the mountains and being a Taibao may not be as good as leaving the hills to touch gold and moving mountains to unload ridges.
Now that they have come to the door.
If you look forward and backward, you will fall behind. It is better to be honest.
"That's fine."
Although it has already entered spring, the cold wind is still howling in the mountains, the temperature difference between day and night is huge, and you can even see snow everywhere. The weather is cold and the ground is freezing, which is not the place to talk.
Chen Yulou nodded.
I greeted a few people.
Follow Feng Sibei, cross the covered bridge, open the door and walk into the cave.
Compared with the ancient caves in Jianfu Palace, Tianshi Cave is inferior. There is no waterfall, only Liquan, and the sun and moon are not particularly amazing.
It is considered top quality, but not perfect.
In fact, it is normal if you think about it. After all, when Zhang Daoling came from Heming Mountain to Qingcheng Mountain, he could only be regarded as a junior. At that time, the mountain had already become Zhenjun Ningfeng's dojo, and there were countless practitioners.
With his status in the world.
It is not easy to find such a secluded cave.
In addition, after one or two thousand years, Tianshi Dao has become increasingly declining and has been almost completely integrated into the Zhengyi Dao. This inheritance in Qingcheng Mountain has no real successor.
In Jianfu Palace, except Taoist Xingya, who is in charge.
Anyway, there are still several disciples who are practicing and entering the country.
Xuanzhen was the only one left guarding the Tianshi Cave.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the inheritance has been broken.
After welcoming several people into the cave, Feng Sibei went to the Liquan to get a pot of water, and then added a few pieces of charcoal to the fire pond. Soon, the fragrance of tea slowly spread.
Take advantage of the time to make tea.
Chen Yulou didn't rest either, and briefly introduced the next group of people to Feng Sibei.
However, when it came to Yang Fang, Feng Sibei still couldn't hold back after all.
It feels like seeing a ghost in the daytime.
"Touch gold?"
I originally saw him silent all the way, following everyone, and seemed to be particularly curious about everywhere in the mountain.
Feng Sibei thought he was just a confidant of the Chen family.
The chivalrous spirit can be seen between his brows, and there is a gangster spirit all over his body.
But he couldn't think of it.
This group of five people actually formed the three factions of Touching Gold, Moving Mountain and Xiling.
For a moment, he even felt a little enlightened.
Fighting against the four major sects, Feng Sibei actually had the opportunity to meet the descendants of the three sects at one time, and two of them were even the leaders of this generation.
“I’ve met senior.”
Yang Fang clasped his hands in his fists and said calmly.
In front of Chen Yulou and others, he always treated himself as a junior. Now that they refer to each other as peers, it is natural for him not to call him brother Feng.
“I wonder which brother Yang Fang studied under?”
Although Feng Sibei has lived in seclusion in Qingcheng Mountain for many years, he still knows a lot about Dao Dou Jianghu.
Back then, Zhang Sanlianzi carried three talismans, which made the whole world unable to lift their heads.
After that, he successively accepted four disciples.
The Yang Fang in front of him was so young, only around 20 years old. Naturally, he couldn't be one of those four people. He could only be the third-generation Mojin Colonel.
He even saw a gold-touching talisman from Yang Fang's collar.
In other words, he definitely has a complete inheritance of touching gold.
“I am a disciple of Jin Abacus.”
“I am from the Zhongmai sect.”
Seeing him tell the truth, Yang Fang was not surprised. After all, the world of Dao Douxing is so big, and after walking for a long time, he would naturally be able to figure it out.
“That’s it.”
Feng Sibei nodded.
At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh secretly.
Touch the golden talisman, the talisman never leaves the body, and the talisman is passed down after death. Now that the golden talisman is worn by Yang Fang, it actually means that Jin Abacus has passed away.
"The tea is ready, let me pour tea for you all..."
When he came to his senses, he suddenly realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly turned around to get the tea cup.
But the words just fell out.
I was interrupted by Chen Yulou.
"Don't be in a hurry to drink tea. Brother Feng, a certain Chen came here uninvited tonight. There is something he wants to make clear."
Hear the words.
Feng Sibei didn't know what he thought of, his eyes instantly dimmed, and his expression became extremely unnatural, but he finally turned around.
"Please Chen speak frankly."
"The ancestors of the Feng family have indeed committed too many sins. As a descendant of the Feng family, I will never shirk..."
Listen To this point.
Chen Yulou couldn't help but shook his head.
"Brother Feng is overthinking."
"Our trip to the mountain is definitely not for the hatred between us and your family hundreds of years ago."
"Then Yes..."
I was already prepared to be killed at the first glance.
Suddenly he heard a hint of a turning point, and even Feng Sibei's gloomy eyes couldn't help but flash a glimmer of light.
The ants are still trying to survive.
How could he be willing to die like this?
Facing his complicated face, Chen Yulou smiled faintly.
The tone is calm.
But there was thunder on the ground.
"Brother Feng, don't you want to know...where is the entrance to Dixian Village?" (End of Chapter)