Chapter 122: Long Hu Red Moon! Requesting the Seal to Refine the Spirit

Ten years ago, ninth day of the ninth lunar month.

Late at night.

Under Long Hu Mountain!! Fire smoke rises in the deep mountains, thunder thousands in the vast night sky, and several spiritual lights flicker in the distance, hidden in the rising mist.

"The dignified 【Human Xiao】 died just like this, it's truly like a dream."

The old voice echoed in the night, and a thin figure stared into the distance.

"With so many masters gathered under Long Hu Mountain, if they couldn't keep her, then she would truly be reaching the heavens."

Under the moonlight, Lou Hechuan held an ancient dirt jar, surrounded by fire candles, hands forming seals, his spirit focused entirely on the corpse that had already lost its life before him.

"Xuanjizi, if you hadn't brought the Dragon Tiger Dharma seal this time, we might not have been able to detain the Human Xiao Nascent Soul fragment." Lou Hechuan said without looking back.

"Hurry up, if we are any slower, someone will come looking." Xuanjizi's eyes hid light, staring gloomily at the corpse under the moonlight.

The snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman gains. With so many masters fighting in a chaotic battle, they didn't expect that Human Xiao's corpse would eventually fall into his hands. Only in this gap could he perform Daoist methods to detain and seal the remaining Nascent Soul fragment.

"I didn't expect that the head of the Thirteen Zodiacs, the dignified Human Xiao, would be such a pretty little girl."

Xuanjizi exhaled a rough breath, sat on a large blue stone in the distance, took off the gourd hanging from his waist, opened the wooden stopper, and drank heartily, his throat making a "gurgling" sound.

"The Thirteen Zodiacs are the protectors of the Wu Wei Gate. Since ancient times, Human Xiao's identity has been extremely mysterious." Lou Hechuan said in a deep voice.

"Their Nascent Souls are equally mysterious. If it weren't for your 【Xuanmiao Temple】 still hiding this Long Hu Dharma seal, I might not have been able to keep this Nascent Soul fragment."

"Keeping this Nascent Soul fragment is trouble." Xuanjizi swept his eyes and shook his head with a sigh.

"Since the Daoist Gate Great Tribulation, the Long Hu Mountain Zhang family's incense has been cut off, and the Wu Wei Gate's comeback is only a matter of time..." Lou Hechuan's gaze condensed slightly.

"Ten years... I bet that within ten years, the Wu Wei Gate will surely become a great force. With this thing, hehe, chaos is everywhere, and we can also grasp the opportunity."

As he spoke, Lou Hechuan's condensed gaze was fixed on the ancient dirt jar before him.

"There is one point I care about..."

"Great Sect Spirit King... that young man who refined the Divine Demon Holy Fetus, what is his relationship with Human Xiao? Why are they mixed together?"

As he spoke, Xuanjizi put down the gourd in his hand, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

"Did you fight him?" Lou Hechuan's movements paused slightly, and he asked.

"Divine Demon Holy Fetus... Divine Demon Holy Fetus... truly worthy of being the world's most fierce..."

Xuanjizi's gaze lowered, falling on his left leg, which was pitch black and grim, as if scorched by something. The flesh was shriveled, and even the bones could be seen, also black.

"He is very strange... the Dragon Tiger Mountain Dharma seal was actually ineffective against him..." Xuanjizi gritted his teeth.

As soon as these words were spoken, Lou Hechuan fell into silence. After a long while, he spoke gloomily.

"After the Daoist Gate Great Tribulation, seventy years have passed. Great Spirit Sect King... he is the only existence who could enter the mountain gate and walk out alive..."

"Perhaps... he has the blood of the Long Hu Mountain Zhang family flowing in his body."

"That's impossible." Xuanjizi frowned, but there was cold light flashing in his eyes.

"After the Daoist Gate Great Tribulation, the Long Hu Mountain Zhang family had no incense rising again. So many years have passed, how could a..."

"It doesn't matter... nothing matters..."

Lou Hechuan's gaze was gloomy, like a deep pool in a spiritual valley, light and shadow like a dream.

Tonight, under Long Hu Mountain, there were various Daoist sects, as well as Wu Wei masters, dragons and snakes rising, heroes fighting, blood flowing like a river, corpses everywhere.

"Such slaughter, hard to escape alive."

Lou Hechuan looked at the towering Long Hu Mountain, looked at the grim and tragic red moon hanging high, as if hearing a sad song lingering in his ears.

Hum...

Inside the Mysterious Temple, Xuanjizi gazed at the flickering candle; the events of the past were like bubbles of light and shadow, arising and perishing within the floating halo.

"Master... Master..."

Just at this moment, a soft call pulled Xuanjizi's thoughts back from the sealed memories.

"What is it?" Xuanjizi picked up the gourd on the table, pulled out the wooden stopper, and took a light sip.

"Master..." Zhong Changming looked at Xuanjizi and hesitated, but finally spoke.

"Since last night, when you took Master Chaoran's phone call, you have been... restless..."

Zhong Changming is Xuanjizi's eldest disciple, having followed him since childhood, so there were not many taboos when asking questions.

He knew that when Xuanjizi was young, he had visited True Martial Mountain and practiced in his sect for a period of time.

At that time, Master Chaoran was already famous in the world. In the battle of Mangdang Mountain, five of the older generation of Thirteen Zodiacs died in his hands. Therefore, the young Xuanjizi viewed him as an idol and often asked for advice. Coming and going, they formed a friendship.

So many years have passed, flowers bloom and fall, old friends of the same era have gradually withered, and this friendship is even more precious.

In Zhong Changming's view, last night's phone call was just an old friend reminiscing.

But after that call, Xuanjizi seemed absent-minded. For a practitioner, the movement of thoughts and the failure to keep the spirit one is not a trivial matter.

"Master, has something happened?" Zhong Changming couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing..." Xuanjizi waved his hand.

"What did Master Chaoran want so late at night?"

"He asked me some things." Xuanjizi's gaze was gloomy, and there was no expression on his old face.

"Things? What things?" Zhong Changming asked subconsciously, a trace of worry in his eyes.

"He asked me... ten years ago... that night, was I under Long Hu Mountain..."

"Ten years ago? Long Hu Red Moon?"

Zhong Changming's brow twitched violently, revealing an unusual expression.

Ten years ago, a major event happened. Under Long Hu Mountain, countless masters were buried here. The blood mist was hazy, and the moon was as if it were red.

This matter had a great influence, but it was extremely secret, only circulating in the upper echelons of the Daoist gate. Privately, everyone called it 【Long Hu Red Moon】.

"Master, were you at that time..." Zhong Changming hesitated, couldn't help but look at Xuanjizi.

Long Hu Red Moon, involving too many lives, involving too many secrets. If Xuanjizi was involved, I'm afraid there would be karmic retribution. Since he wasn't under Long Hu Mountain that night, it naturally saved a lot of trouble.

"I naturally wasn't." Xuanjizi shook his head with a sigh.

Zhong Changming heard this and relaxed slightly.

Long Hu Red Moon, I don't know how many lives it involved, how many secrets it involved. If Xuanjizi was involved, I'm afraid there would be karmic retribution. Since he wasn't under Long Hu Mountain that night, it naturally saved a lot of trouble.

"Little Changming..."

Just at this moment, Xuanjizi's voice sounded, pulling Zhong Changming's thoughts back.

"Master..."

"These days, I often think of some past events... moving after being still, I'm afraid my deadline is approaching." Xuanjizi whispered softly.

"Master, how could that be?" Zhong Changming's expression changed abruptly.

"The world knows that immortals are carefree, but they don't know that becoming an immortal takes ten thousand years of morning..."

"In this mortal world, there is life, naturally there is death..." Xuanjizi's expression was calm, said lightly.

"Master's cultivation is profound and unpredictable, and you haven't realized the Limitless Pure Yang Dao, how could..."

"Pure Yang... Pure Yang... throughout the ages, how many seekers of immortality, and how many have achieved Pure Yang..."

"Perhaps, that is just a dream."

Xuanjizi's gaze was unfocused, his eyelids drooping. Under his Taoist robe was that black, charred leg. The shriveled flesh hung on it like tree bark, and the bones inside had long since turned black.

"Little Changming, if I go, the Xuanmiao Temple will be in your hands."

"Master..." Zhong Changming had tears in his eyes, wanting to say more.

Clang... clang... clang... Just at this moment, a bell rang out from outside the house, echoing in the cold night, falling into the empty Xuanmiao Temple.

"Let's go, follow me to the Scripture Hall." Xuanjizi stood up.

The Requesting the Seal Dharma meeting had been completed, and tonight they could enable that 【Prestige-Spirit Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal】, open the Dharma jar, and refine the Human Xiao Nascent Soul.

Xuanmiao Temple, Scripture Hall.

The hall doors were wide open, incense smoke curled up, like hazy mist in the moonlight.

At this time, in the hall, four Daoist priests occupied the Dharma altar in the southeast, northwest, and four directions. The lamps before them were bright, the talismans in their hands were burning, reaching the heavens.

Among them, Zhong Changming occupied the eastern position.

"Master, is there a Dharma meeting in the Xuanmiao Temple tonight?"

Gu Jingqiu followed Hua Yixun and hadn't stepped into the hall door yet, but felt something unusual.

That day, he lost Su Shiyu on the high-speed train, so he followed his master to Gusu City to visit the Xuanmiao Temple.

After all, Laoshan is one of the ten great Daoist mountain gates in the world, and has exchanges with well-known Daoist temples everywhere.

Especially the Xuanmiao Xu Xu Guanzhu 【Xuanjizi】, who traveled the world when he was young, visited major famous mountains, and also practiced in Laoshan for a period of time, which could be considered a friendship.

"Don't talk too much."

Hua Yixun stepped into the hall door and noticed the difference.

The Dharma altar stands in four directions, and the scriptures combine four phases. This is the method of four-seat sacrifice. In ancient times, only when asking heaven to suppress great demons would there be masters with profound Daoist practice perform this Dharma method.

"Old Xu Xu Guanzhu, sorry for the disturbance."

Hua Yixun came before Xuanjizi and bowed.

In terms of seniority and age, Xuanjizi could be considered his senior.

"If it is inconvenient, our master and disciple can close our ears and eyes and leave..." Hua Yixun knew the measure and hurriedly said.

"No matter." Xuanjizi raised his hand and said.

"When the old Taoist was young, I also visited famous mountains, worshiped immortal friends, and had three-tenths of the incense friendship with Laoshan..." Xuanjizi said kindly.

"Meeting by chance today is also fate."

"If there is any accident tonight, please protect the Dharma and guard the Dao, little friend."

As soon as these words were spoken, Hua Yixun's expression became serious, knowing the stakes, and hurriedly nodded: "I will follow the Old Xu Xu Guanzhu's instructions."

"No need to be so nervous, just treat it as ordinary." Xuanjizi smiled slightly, but his calm and gentle gaze fell on Gu Jingqiu beside him.

"Is this little friend's disciple?"

"Exactly, young and vigorous, brought him out for training." Hua Yixun whispered.

"Holding the remnant and guarding the lack to refine mysterious skills, the bright moon enters the toad palace... Laoshan lineage, there are successors."

Xuanjizi looked at Gu Jingqiu, nodded slightly, and couldn't help but reveal a look of appreciation.

As soon as these words were spoken, Gu Jingqiu was shocked. The inner cinnabar method he practiced was the secret of Laoshan, the 【Golden Toad Gazing at the Moon】 method.

Spitting out moonlight to gather great medicine, golden light naturally forms yin and yang, reversing kan and li to refine the true form, this is the method of reversing the immortal flow.

The Golden Toad Gazing at the Moon method belongs to the first-class inner cinnabar method, and its mystery is not under the 【North-South Sect Source】 of Zhenwu Mountain.

Gu Jingqiu was slightly shocked, but didn't expect that this old Daoist priest had such sharp eyes, seeing through his foundation at a glance.

"Old Xu Xu Guanzhu praises me too much, young people still lack fire."

Hua Yixun was humble, but a smile appeared on his face.

Gu Jingqiu was indeed one of his most proud disciples. At a young age, he could realize the reverse immortal method, practice inner cinnabar, and master the 【Golden Toad Gazing at the Moon】 method.

This made him stand out among the younger generation.

Precisely because of this, Hua Yixun didn't fear hardship and personally brought him out for training.

"Laoshan Dharma lineage has its own uniqueness. With such descendants, our Tao flourishes." Xuanjizi nodded.

It must be said that Laoshan is worthy of being one of the ten great Daoist mountain gates in the world. The disciples who come out are indeed more outstanding than the disciples of the Xuanmiao Temple.

However, although the Xuanmiao Temple is an ancient temple of a thousand years, there are few practitioners, most of them are white-headed and study classics, not good at cultivation.

"Seen the Old Xu Xu Guanzhu."

Just at this moment, a group of people walked into the hall and bowed to Xuanjizi. It was none other than Sui Brother Chunsheng and the others.

Zhang Fan stood at the very back. He knew that tonight was the Xuanmiao Temple's Requesting the Seal Refining Spirit Dharma meeting.

He looked up and saw an old man with immortal bones, wearing a Daoist robe, standing in the center of the hall.

"Isn't this the grandpa who drew well water? He is the Xuanmiao Xu Xu Guanzhu?" Zhang Fan glanced and hurriedly lowered his head.

A bottle of well water for fifteen yuan, that night, Zhang Fan listened to the quote and almost treated the other party as a charlatan.

"Why do the older generation put their minds on creating income?" Zhang Fan muttered in his heart.

That day on Zhenwu Mountain, when he first met Chu Chaoran, the other party also spared no effort to promote the Zhenwu Quietude Class to him.

"Old Xu Xu Guanzhu, are these young people also disciples of the Xuanji Temple?"

Hua Yixun's gaze swept over. He naturally remembered Zhang Fan and the others, having seen them on the high-speed train that day.

However, among the four, he only recognized Jiang Hu, because the latter had visited Laoshan with Maoshan seniors when he was young.

"These two young people are the rising stars of the Jiangnan Province Tao Alliance." Xuanjizi pointed to Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue.

As soon as these words were spoken, Gu Jingqiu couldn't help but take a look.

The Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance represents the official, and its status is also extraordinary.

"Seen the senior."

Sui Brother Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue looked at each other. Yesterday, they had already seen this pair of master and disciple from Laoshan in the temple.

"This one..."

"Maoshan disciple!" Hua Yixun looked at Jiang Hu and stated his background.

"Used to be." Jiang Hu smiled awkwardly and bowed.

"This one..."

Xuanjizi's gaze shifted slightly and landed on Zhang Fan, his eyes condensing slightly.

"His name is Zhang Fan, under the Zhenwu Mountain gate!"

"Oh!?"

Hua Yixun raised his brow and couldn't help but look at Zhang Fan a few more times.

Zhenwu Mountain is ranked among the ten great Daoist mountain gates in the world, on par with Laoshan. Being able to meet a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain in Jiangnan Province is also rare.

"Zhenwu Mountain..." Gu Jingqiu's gaze stayed on Zhang Fan for a moment before slowly withdrawing.

He had seen most of the famous disciples of Zhenwu Mountain. Besides that, ordinary people couldn't enter his eyes.

"Little friend, you probably don't know, this little guy is not only from Zhenwu Mountain, but also..."

"He is also a disciple of Master Chaoran."

Xuanjizi's voice was low, and his meaningful gaze fell on Zhang Fan.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was in an uproar, and gazes of disbelief were cast toward Zhang Fan one after another.

"What?"

"Master Chaoran's disciple!?"

Hua Yixun's expression changed abruptly, and he finally couldn't maintain his composure!!!

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