Chapter 19 Green temples and red face, Taoist attire, looks like a boy
On the Hungry Ghost Festival, the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, pilgrims flocked to the foothills of Wudang Mountain. Countless dignitaries and faithful men and women, along with their family members and servants, carried money, sesame oil, candles, gold paper, rice noodles, etc. to the Zixiao Palace for worship.
The poor believers who have no money also come up the mountain in groups with candle paper and sesame oil in their hands. Everyone wants to have a good time to sacrifice to the Qingxuan Emperor, Xuantian God, Chongyang Patriarch and other gods on the Hungry Ghost Festival. May the gods be able to
Bless yourself.
Among the many tourists, there were two foolish men and women from farmers wearing coarse linen robes who were also slowly climbing the mountain.
The bearded man carried a pole on his shoulders, with a bamboo basket at each end, and inside the basket were some watermelons.
Next to the man is a beautiful woman, sitting in a big bamboo basket filled with vegetables.
As soon as the pilgrims saw the two of them, they knew that the nearby mountain people who had been sheltered and protected by the Quanzhen Sect had a kind heart and went up to the mountain to deliver fruits and vegetables.
The couple walked slowly and leisurely on the mountain road. They were very familiar with the peaks of the beautiful Wudang Mountains and were not curious about them.
After walking for a short time, after passing a narrow path, I saw the Jiejian Stone and the reception hall in front of me. In front of the pavilion was a Zhike Taoist from Zixiao Palace, who looked to be in his twenties.
Many tourists saluted him before going up the mountain one by one. Some who carried weapons would consciously take off their swords and put them under the stone.
After a while, the couple carried the burden and arrived at the guest pavilion. After looking at the two couplets hanging on both sides of the doorpost of the small pavilion, the bearded man carrying the pole muttered in a low voice: "Zi Qi"
Soaring up to the sky from the east came to the blessed land of Taoism in the world of mortals, from which the authentic martial arts of the world were born."
The woman smiled slightly and suddenly heard the voice of a man chanting couplets not far behind her.
"This couplet is really grand and the writing is extraordinary."
The bearded man and the woman turned around to look, only to see three young men wearing green cloth clothes. One had a slight mustache and looked to be in his twenties, while the other two were only around 20 years old. These three
He carries a long sword at his waist and wears straw sandals. Although he is dressed simply, his face is red and his eyes are shining. You can tell he is a martial arts master at a glance.
The one who spoke was the youngest boy with a round face. He exclaimed: "Only Zixiao Palace can match this couplet."
The older man nodded and said: "Third brother, you don't know that this couplet was written by Emperor Qingxuan when he was the leader of Quanzhen Cult. It is naturally very important."
"No wonder!"
The round-faced boy and another boy who was a few years older looked at each other with admiration. When they looked at the couplet again, their expressions became even more respectful.
The woman carrying the vegetable basket looked at her husband beside her with a smile. The long-bearded farmer nodded and whispered: "The handwriting back then was still a bit poor. If I write it now, it would be much better than the one in front of the living room."
The woman smiled and said: "If you write it now, I'm afraid the Four Saints and Ten Grandmasters in the martial arts world will be vying to read it. Maybe the two children Xiang'er and Junbao can also comprehend many magical skills...
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These two people are Lin Qingxuan and Li Mochou in the game world. Their words are transmitted using the supreme method of sound transmission. No third person in the world can hear them, so they don't have to worry about being caught by the passing rivers and lakes.
The middleman heard the clues.
Ever since they came out of the Kunlun Secret Realm, the two of them had been walking slowly from west to east. Since they didn't reveal their saints, let alone their martial arts and identities, a mountain couple naturally had to go through too many things.
After wandering around for more than half a year, the two finally arrived near the Han River. Knowing that July 15th was here, and thinking that Yin Zhiping had closed the door to death, they wanted to go and visit, and then they climbed up Wudang Mountain.
The three junior brothers in green shirts bowed respectfully to the couplet written by Emperor Qingxuan. Then the older man raised his hand and bowed and said: "May I ask for the title of the elder?"
The Taoist saw that these three people were using the Taoist sect's opening ceremony, so he didn't dare to neglect them, and returned the courtesy: "I am a poor Taoist who wants a son. May I ask the names of these three Taoist friends?"
The man with a slight mustache smiled and said: "It turns out to be Taoist Master Yangqiu and junior Song Yuanqiao. These are my two junior brothers, Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan.
Master Zhongnan sent Sanfengzi because this year’s Zixiao Palace Zhongyuan Ceremony was the first meeting for Wu Zhenren and him as the leader. Master originally came in person, but suddenly something urgent happened, so he sent three of our brothers to go.
Come and kowtow to Master Wu."
Yang Qiuzi is a sixth-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and is a disciple of Wu Xufa according to his seniority. He naturally also knows that Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Zhongnan Sect, inherited the Taoism of a senior Sun of the Quanzhen Sect.
Martial arts, so the Zhongnan sect founded by Zhang Sanfeng, one of the four sages in the world, has always been the Quanzhen Taoist sect.
Moreover, although Zhenren Zhang founded his own sect, he has had close ties with the sect for decades. Last year, Master Wu even came to attend the succession ceremony in person. At this time, three major disciples were sent, and Yang Qiuzi did not dare to neglect it.
, and met again.
According to the seniority within the Quanzhen Sect, Zhang Sanfeng’s mentor Sun Desheng does not belong to the Quanzhen Sect’s true heritage, and does not have any seniority.
However, senior Sun Desheng was a Taoist friend of Emperor Qingxuan. The two were equals at the time. If that were the case, Yang Qiuzi's master Wu Xufa was just the same as Song Yuanqiao and the other three.
However, when Zhang Sanfeng entered Taoism, Sun Desheng gave him the Taoist title of Xu Bao, which meant that he was of the same generation as Xu. In this way, Yang Qiuzi also had to call the three of them uncle.
However, since the Quanzhen Seven Sons created seven sects, the Quanzhen Religion has disrupted the alphabetical order of each sect and the Quanzhen Religion's main sect. Therefore, unless it is between the leaders, most of the time there is no strictness between the disciples of each sect.
Strictly observe seniority.
Moreover, Yang Qiuzi, as a true disciple of the Quanzhen Immortal Sect, naturally did not bother to compare seniority with the branches of the side sect. Therefore, although the two parties resumed the relationship of disciples within the Taoist sect, they were just Taoist friends.
After seeing the ceremony, Yang Qiuzi took the swords from the three of them, then called a Taoist Taoist priest and asked him to take Song Yuanqiao and the others up the mountain.
Watching the few young people gradually disappearing on the mountain road, Lin Qingxuan sighed slightly and said: "Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and Yu Daiyan, these are the three major disciples of Zhang Sanfeng. Mo Chou, we have been in seclusion for a period of time this time, and even Zhang Junbao has transformed into a
With the founding founder of the Zhongnan sect, the martial arts in the Central Plains has far surpassed what it was back then."
Li Mochou shook her head gently and said: "You and I are both almost 120 years old. If it weren't for you, Lin Lang, I never would have thought that I could live to this age."
Lin Qingxuan touched the long beard on his chest and frowned: "Yes, time waits for no one. Just like a fleeting moment, we all became centenarians in a blink of an eye. Brother Zhou is also 170 years old. I really don't know what will happen."
Can an immortal cultivate to the supreme state of refining gods and returning to the void?"
When Li Mochou heard Lin Qingxuan's words, her expression dimmed seriously, and she remembered that her cultivation was slow. Even if she could live for another sixty years, she might not be able to reach the realm of Yin Shen leaving the body, let alone the subsequent realm.
Seeing Li Mochou's sad expression, Lin Qingxuan knew that she was starting to worry again, so he pointed ahead and said, "Look ahead. The road is long and long, and I will search up and down."
Li Mochou smiled slightly and said: "What Lin Lang said is that Zhiping seems to be in retreat at Lingxuyan where Long'er once lived in seclusion. Shall we go there and take a look?"
Although Li Mochou had just mastered the third level of Taishi's Divine Art of Creation, her spiritual mind was vast and she could already use her six senses to detect movement within a radius of several miles.
Therefore, with a little effort after climbing the mountain, she could detect a faint breathing sound from Lingxu Rock on the back mountain. It was obvious that she was an expert who had practiced martial arts to the point where heaven and man were one, and there was no further progress.
Yin Zhiping is the only person in the Quanzhen Sect who has this level of cultivation, so it is natural to be sure that it is him.
Lin Qingxuan had also long ago noticed that Yin Zhiping was meditating at Lingxuyan. He also noticed that Yin Zhiping's aura lacked stamina, which was obviously due to the gradual failure of his heart and his short lifespan.
After Lin Qingxuan learned that Yin Kexi had already become an immortal, he knew that although Kexi and Zhiping had reached the level of refining qi and becoming gods, their foundations were not as solid as his own, and most likely they had used some trick.
Therefore, the health-preserving and longevity-prolonging effects of Taisu Hua Sheng Gong are not very miraculous in these two people, and I don’t know how much of the effect of extending life and longevity is left.
Lin Qingxuan learned about Yin Kexi's death and was worried that Yin Zhiping would also die silently, so he came to Wudang Mountain with Li Mochou just to see what level Yin Zhiping had reached in cultivation and whether he could
Give him some advice to take a step forward, and at the same time see what path he takes on the road of cultivating immortality by refining energy and becoming a god.
Although Lin Qingxuan's Taishi Immortal Kung Fu has just reached the sixth level, this is because the magical power currently only has the sixth level.
And Yin Zhiping had to risk his life to master the two levels of Taishi Immortal Kung Fu taught by Lin Qingxuan.
Lin Qingxuan had long known that except for Guo Jing and Yang Ming, whether it was Yin Kexi or Yin Zhiping, with their understanding, qualifications and good fortune, it would be extremely difficult for them to complete the Taishi Immortal Kung Fu in their lifetime, so he taught them two levels of the Immortal Kung Fu that year.
Taishi’s magical power of creation.
The idea is that they use this method to lay the foundation for refining Qi and transforming into gods, and then they can then develop and create it on their own, taking a broader road to immortality.
The facts developed as Lin Qingxuan expected. After Yin Zhiping mastered the first two levels of Taisu's Transformation and Creation Magic and Taishi's Creation Magic, he began to study the method on his own based on this. Over the decades, he also figured out a lot.
The wonderful method of refining Qi and transforming into God.
Standing at the foot of Wudang Mountain, Lin Qingxuan was using all his power to activate his magical skills. He used Yin Shen to concentrate his spiritual thoughts to bless his six senses. He noticed Yin Zhiping's skill cultivation and physical condition, and also knew that he had indeed developed a unique method of spiritual training.
However, Yin Zhiping, who was hiding in Lingxuyan for meditation, had no idea that Lin Qingxuan had found out all his secrets just a few miles away.
It can be seen from this that it seems that Lin Qingxuan and Yin Zhiping are only four levels apart in magical skills, but in essence they are completely different.
Even Li Mochou, who has practiced one level more magical skills than Yin Zhiping, can still detect Yin Zhiping from a distance without letting Yin Zhiping notice it. This is because the method of cultivating immortals becomes more and more difficult as you go forward. It can even be said that every step is completely different.
The geographical difference is by no means a small difference in the depth of skills when practicing martial arts.
In the long road of refining qi and becoming a god, one step away may be a chasm that cannot be caught up in a lifetime.
After hearing Li Mochou's words, Lin Qingxuan looked at Lingxuyan behind the clouds and mist. It seemed that his eyes could penetrate the clouds and mist and Lingxuyan's stone palace, and saw that Yin Sitting cross-legged inside had turned into an old and decaying man.
Zhiping.
His eyes flickered for a few times, and Lin Qingxuan nodded and said: "Let's go, Zhiping may give us a surprise. I feel like he seems to have created a very interesting method of cultivating immortals. It may not be perfect yet, but it is very important to the gods."
The restraint and tempering of thoughts has a wonderful effect, and it may be able to lower the threshold of the path to immortality a lot."
As he spoke, he quickly picked up the load and climbed the mountain.
Li Mochou also had something in her heart, and she quickly followed up. The two of them seemed to be just walking quickly, but countless people walking with them didn't notice that the two of them kept surpassing them, even Song Yuanqiao of the Zhongnan Sect.
, Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan, the three young masters, seemed completely invisible as the figures of Lin Qingxuan and Li Mochou flashed in front of them, and then disappeared on the mountain road.
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Yang Qiuzi took Song Yuanqiao and three others into the Zixiao Palace to pay homage to Xiangyun Zhenren Wuxufa Cult Master. However, thousands of miles away, the old Taoist suddenly came outside Guangmingding in Kunlun Mountain.
This is a Taoist man with a big face and big ears, whose robes are stained. He has a gray beard and hair. He climbs the mountain like walking on flat ground. In a moment, he passed two hills and stood in the square in front of the main hall of the Bright Summit of the Mingjiao General Altar.
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"Zhang Sanfeng, a poor Taoist, is here to pay homage to Hou Qinghua, the leader of the Ming Cult."
Zhang Sanfeng's voice spread like thunder for several miles, and hundreds of disciples were immediately blasted out of Guangmingding.
Hundreds of Mingjiao disciples with high martial arts skills rushed out of the main altar and surrounded Zhang Sanfeng.
A man with black beard and black hair, with twinkling eyes, wearing black clothes, stood at the front. He cupped his hands and said: "It turns out that the founder of the Zhongnan sect, Zhenren Zhenren, has arrived. It is inconvenient for the leader of this sect to see guests, so I ask Zhenren Zhang to do what he wants."
Bar."
Zhang Sanfeng stared at this man closely and asked: "Could it be that your Excellency is Yang Dingtian, the envoy of Guangming Zuo?"
The man in black looked like he was in his fifties, and grinned: "It's the junior. Mr. Zhang, you are a senior expert, and you have heard the junior's name. How lucky you are."
Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly and said: "Five years ago, your Excellency was famous in the world for your Great Nine Heavens Hands. Even the disciples of Luzhuang and the Master Han of Lingshe Island were defeated by you. The old Taoists also admired you very much!"
Yang Dingtian smiled proudly and said: "The old Taoist priest is ridiculous. Our sect has never had anything to do with the Zhongnan sect. Master Zhang, why are you here at this time?"
Zhang Sanfeng frowned and said: "The old Taoist accidentally learned that your sect's leader Hou had a recurrence of his old illness half a month ago and was seriously injured, so he hurried over and asked to see the leader Hou to see if he could help."
When Yang Dingtian and others heard this, they were shocked. They thought that Zhang Sanfeng had come here to seek bad luck because he had learned that the leader of the sect had a recurrence of his old illness and was seriously injured and could not recover.
Yang Dingtian stared at Zhang Sanfeng with suspicion in his heart. He knew that this old Taoist had gained a great reputation in the world thirty or forty years ago. In the past twenty years, he had become one of the three immortals, five saints, and ten great masters.
Since the death of Master Liang, there has never been an expert in this sect who has become a saint. The leader and himself have only practiced martial arts to the level of a great master who can do whatever they want, and they have only just begun to practice the Sanyuan Yanxia Formation passed down by the master.
Yang Dingtian thinks that if he wants to fully master the first transformation of the "Three Yuan Yanxia Transformation" and embark on the path to transcendence and become a saint by establishing the foundation of immortality, it will take ten years, so he has no confidence in defeating Zhang Sanfeng at the moment.
However, as the successor designated by Leader Hou, Yang Dingtian is worthy of being a hero of the generation. He took a step forward and coldly snorted: "It is inconvenient for my leader to see you. Mr. Zhang, you should leave first. I will report to the leader another day.
Then invite real people to be our guests."
Although Zhang Sanfeng had a good temper, he was worried about Hou Qinghua's health. When Yang Dingtian made things difficult for him, he frowned and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Yang, Qinghua and I are old friends. There is no malicious intention in coming here. Please bring me to see him quickly."
she."
Yang Dingtian has been a member of the Ming Cult for nearly thirty years. He has never heard that Master Hou recognized Zhang Sanfeng. Naturally, he didn't believe it, so he said: "If Mr. Zhang really doesn't meet my leader, then please leave a hand and make us respect him."
Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly: "Okay!"
Before he finished speaking, a gray shadow appeared in front of Yang Dingtian. Yang Dingtian knew that Zhang Sanfeng had been famous for decades and his martial arts skills were extraordinary. He had already activated the first level of Sanyuan Yanxia Transformation, and his hands and face flashed instantly.
The two colors are green and red, and then the hands are divided into an arc to shoot.
The two palms of Yang Dingtian look ordinary, but the power of the yin and yang palms spread out, like fishing nets sprinkled all over the sky, pressing down on a gray shadow in front of him.
Ever since Zhang Sanfeng achieved great mastery in martial arts more than 20 years ago and began to practice and study the Foundation-Building Immortal Technique, he has rarely done anything, and even if he did, he has never used a complete set of Zhongnan Martial Arts.
However, the strength and even the power of Yang Dingtian's palm moves are at the pinnacle of martial arts in the world, which is enough to prove that this person's martial arts has surpassed seven or eight of the ten great masters, and he is only a step away from cultivating and exploring the foundation-building method of immortality.
It’s just a difference.
Zhang Sanfeng didn't dare to raise his hand, so he flipped his right hand and used the Zhongnan Tiger Claw. Before his five fingers touched Yang Dingtian's palm, invisible finger force hit him with a strong wind.
When you press down with the Yang Dingtian palm technique, you can hear the crackling sound of the palm wind and the force of the fingers, followed by the loud sound of the palms and claws clashing.
The strong wind blew several feet away, Zhang Sanfeng's upper body swayed, and Yang Dingtian took a step back.
After this move, both of them were impressed and knew that they had met their most powerful opponent in their lives.
Since Zhang Sanfeng became successful in Xuan Gong, he has never encountered an opponent with martial arts skills as high as Yang Dingtian. Even Taoist Baishu and Ouyang Jiu of Baituo Mountain could win in only two hundred moves back then, but this
Yang Dingtian's skills and moves are extraordinary. If I want to defeat him, I'm afraid it will take more than five or six hundred moves.
Yang Dingtian and Zhang Sanfeng exchanged palms and knew that it was impossible to win in terms of their own skills. He could only think that he might be able to win if he used his special skills, so he took a step back and dodged again, and moved his hands quickly and slowly towards Zhang Sanfeng's vital parts.
Lay down.
Zhang Sanfeng's big sleeves were fluttering, and he was able to parry them one by one with just his cotton palms.
The shadows of the palms of the two men were flying, like gray smoke and black smoke entangled. The sound of fists clashing and the force of the palms forced the Mingjiao disciples to retreat three to four feet to watch the battle.
In an instant, the two of them were fighting two or three moves, each using four or five sets of their best martial arts.
At first, the two of them were fighting faster and faster, and gradually it became two whirlwinds entangled together. After waiting for half an hour, they suddenly separated and slowed down a lot, which also allowed the onlookers, such as the disciples of the Mingjiao Dharma King, to see clearly the two of them.
Action.
At this time, everyone could see that Yang Zuo made 70% of his moves defensive. Although his palm power was powerful, he could not hit it three feet in front of him. Moreover, the circle was constantly being compressed by Zhang Sanfeng. It was obvious that he could attack within a few dozen moves at most.
Probably failed.
Suddenly, an old woman walked out quickly from the hall. She jumped into the field and shouted: "Stop, everyone, the leader has invited Master Zhang!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly stopped his martial arts and asked anxiously: "How is Qinghua doing?"
The old woman said: "The leader has just woken up. When he learned that you were coming, he asked me to invite you quickly."
"Then please lead the way." Zhang Sanfeng said and followed the old woman into the main hall.
Only then did Yang Dingtian realize that Zhang Sanfeng was really acquainted with the leader, and he hurriedly led the Dharma Kings to follow behind him.
After walking around a few corridors, Zhang Sanfeng walked into the boudoir of his daughter's house. There was an incense burner burning in the room. He immediately saw Hou Qinghua on the bed. Although she was over seventy years old, her hair was still mostly black. , the wrinkles on his face are not obvious, and he looks like he is in his fifties. He still has the same demeanor as before, looking at himself so calmly with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Zhang Sanfeng had not seen her for decades. When Zhang Sanfeng saw Hou Qinghua, he felt as if he had gone back to decades ago. At that time, his mentor had become an immortal. When he went to Zixiao Palace to report the news, he met Hou Qinghua, who had not yet become the leader, and people from the Ming Cult. I don’t know how many stories he had experienced. .
If it hadn't been for a thought, he and Hou Qinghua might have become husband and wife long ago...
Zhang Sanfeng quickly walked to Hou Qinghua's bed to check her pulse. He felt something was there as soon as he touched it. His expression suddenly changed and he said in a deep voice: "Why are you so sick? Have you lost all your martial arts skills?"
Oh, it was the cold poison that blocked the palm of Taoist Baishu for me back then, which hurt my origin. No... was it that the poison from Fan Monk Anyituo could not be removed? It suddenly broke out!
It's all my fault...I shouldn't have let you leave me back then...You must be more than that if I use my magical power to transfer Qi every day..."
Hou Qinghua saw the redness of Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, smiled with satisfaction, stretched out her dry palm to hold Zhang Sanfeng's hand, and whispered: "It's all in the past. I have lived to this age, and I will die if I die." , why did you rush over to see me off? I'm old and ugly now, and I really don't want you to see me."
"I will help you heal your wounds, so please stop talking."
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly and hurriedly poured the true energy of the Pure Yang Infinite Transformation Sacred Technique into Hou Qinghua's body.
After Hou Qinghua received Zhang Sanfeng's mellow Qi into her body, her face suddenly glowed red, as if she had been reborn. However, a moment later, her nose and mouth suddenly bleed, and her breathing became disordered.
Zhang Sanfeng was startled and hurriedly helped her up and slapped her acupuncture points, but Hou Qinghua suddenly took his hand, shook her head and said: "I... I can't make it, I will die. It's just that I was born in Kiev and grew up in the western region of Kiev. Man, Lingguang Temple is a family property passed down to me by my father. I want to be buried in Lingguang Temple. Brother Taoist priest, can you take me home?"
After saying that, Hou Qinghua looked at Zhang Sanfeng, her eyes as clear as before.
Zhang Sanfeng's heart felt like a heavy blow, and he was in unbearable colic. He nodded and said, "I'll take you home, Qinghua, I'll take you home."
"You're so kind to me. What if I didn't become the leader of the Ming Cult? You might be able to marry me..."
Hou Qinghua smiled slightly as she spoke, then tilted her head and died in Zhang Sanfeng's arms.
Zhang Sanfeng burst into tears. He picked up Hou Qinghua and whispered many past events about the two of them. As he was talking, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as swords, and said: "You have lost all your martial arts skills. The root cause of the injury is still that year." Fanseng Anituo's Shixiang Ruanjin Powder, you took two servings in a row and almost died, but you didn't expect to be able to linger here...
I will take you back to your hometown, Kiev Lingguang Temple, and I will avenge you. I will dig up the ground three feet to find Fanseng Anyituo..."