Chapter 98

Qingzhou is located in the hinterland of the Central Plains, bordering the river and near the sea, connecting Jin Ling and Kuaiji in the east, Jingchu and Heluo in the west, Yu Zhang in the south, and Qilu in the north.

On this beautiful land, there is the Qiyun Mountain of the Daoist sect, the Jiuhua Mountain of the Chan sect, the Langya Mountain of the Sword sect, and the Tianzhu Mountain, a resort for recluses. However, the most famous one is actually Mount Huangshan, known as the sect of loose cultivators.

But perhaps precisely because there are too many recluses and loose cultivators here, and no large sect ancestral court, the cultivation world here is the most loose and free, and there are few conflicts. At the same time, this place is far from the Northern and Southern Mo Sects and has been peaceful for a long time, so it has attracted more loose cultivators and recluses.

But the problem is that precisely because there is no large sect sitting in town, the spring thunder here is scarce now, but no one noticed it. Instead, it was the Responding Mansion of Mount Sanqing in Yu Zhang that discovered it first.

Daoist Jianxian and Cheng Xinzhan headed north along the border between Yu Zhang and Kuaiji and entered Qingzhou. Facing them was Mount Huangshan, known as the sect of loose cultivators.

Mount Huangshan was named because the Yellow Emperor refined pills here. It stretches more than a hundred miles from north to south, covers five million acres, is continuous and undulating, and has no boundaries. There are also high peaks reaching the sky, and there is a poem as evidence:

"Mount Huangshan is four thousand fathoms high, with thirty-two lotus peaks. Red cliffs sandwich stone pillars, like golden lotus flowers."

And the beauty and steepness of Mount Huangshan have been praised by all dynasties,

"Heaven opens a picture"

"The number one strange mountain in the world"

"After returning from the Five Sacred Mountains, one does not look at mountains; after returning from Mount Huangshan, one does not look at the Five Sacred Mountains."

At this moment, Mount Huangshan lay in front of them, and a drizzling spring rain was falling in the sky, dyeing Mount Huangshan into a towering ink painting. Cheng Xinzhan looked at it infatuatedly, but only felt that those praises were still insufficient to express one ten-thousandth of the beauty of the great mountain.

"Precisely because Mount Huangshan is so beautiful, throughout the ages, no sect or faction has been able to completely occupy this place as a Daoist field. Anyone who has had this idea has been attacked by the masses. So over time, it has become a resort for loose cultivators within the seas."

"Although loose cultivators are like duckweed, the entire duckweed of the Divine Land gathered here has also become a behemoth that no one dares to underestimate. I heard that there is a Mount Huangshan Administration here specifically responsible for organization and coordination. The libationers inside are all loose cultivators who have been famous for a long time, and there is no lack of figures in the fourth or fifth realm. It is just a pity that what these people have learned is mixed, and there is no heavenly Dharma inheritance and established sect doctrines and rules. Otherwise, over time, this Mount Huangshan Administration might have become the Mount Huangshan Sect."

Daoist Jianxian looked at the spring rain on the mountain and also said with great emotion. Then he explained to Cheng Xinzhan the reason for coming straight to Mount Huangshan,

"From the data you collected, the decrease in spring thunder in Qingzhou year by year is not a matter of one prefecture or county, but the entire region. If this situation is really not a coincidence, then it is not that some demon or evil is making trouble in one place, but that some great demon or evil gestating underground has polluted the mountain roots or water veins, and the evil Qi has spread to the whole territory along the mountain roots or water veins."

"Mount Huangshan is the source of the spirit veins of Qingzhou, and all the mountain roots in Qingzhou originate here. The water veins of Qingzhou all originate from the Yangtze River. However, the Yangtze River runs through Qingzhou, and the water veins inject into both banks, and there is no unified source. The rivers on both banks are crisscrossed and intertwined, making it difficult to find."

"We will come to Mount Huangshan first to check which mountain root extending from here has a problem, and then follow the mountain root to pursue it. If we don't find it, we will walk along the river again."

Soon, Cheng Xinzhan saw the big man.

"But it is also fortunate that Mount Huangshan is a gathering place for loose cultivators. Otherwise, if it were really the Daoist field of some large sect, it would not allow the two of us to go around the mountain to investigate."

Jianxian said, and took Cheng Xinzhan to start investigating along the periphery of Mount Huangshan. They came from the south and are now circling toward the east.

"By the way, do you know the art of Feng Shui and geomancy?"

Jianxian asked.

"A little bit."

Cheng Xinzhan answered honestly. His master once taught him the "Qingfu Transformation Scripture." The opening chapter of this book is about the method of seeking corpses. If you want to seek corpses, you naturally have to talk about geomancy.

Jianxian smiled and said, "Mount Mingzhi naturally understands it. I just thought you hadn't learned it yet. You cultivate the Mount Mingzhi inheritance without stopping, and also learn sword arts and thunder arts; it is truly not simple."

Cheng Xinzhan said, "It is all knowing but not proficient."

"No matter, learn more first, and you will be proficient after a long time."

Cheng Xinzhan smiled. He thought so too.

"Then let's seek the mountain and observe the Qi, and look as we walk. If the mountain range is polluted, the spirit Qi will definitely not flow smoothly. It mainly depends on where the wind breaks and whether there is black seepage in the mountain rocks. With you on this trip, I will be much more relaxed."

The two walked and looked. Cheng Xinzhan also took this opportunity to ask about the ancient Thunder Department, especially the gods of the Thunder Department, to prepare for the Inner Landscape Deity of the Thunder Residence.

And Daoist Jianxian naturally knew everything and said everything, from the Thunder Patriarch to the Chief Controller, then to the various attendants and generals, various marshals, Thunder Duke and Lightning Mother, and divine generals and True Persons.

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Let's say that in the due west direction of Mount Huangshan, several dozen miles away, a condensed glow was flying straight toward Mount Huangshan.

Generally speaking, glow has speed, but it is also a scattered and magnificent light. If it is a vehicle, it is naturally beautiful and eye-catching, but at the same time, the light is dazzling and can be seen from afar, which is not conducive to concealment.

But this glow was extremely fast, and the brilliance was restrained. It was not easy to be discovered while traveling in the drizzling spring rain.

Looking again at what was wrapped in the glow, it was a young woman.

This woman wore a goose-yellow long shirt, and her waist-length hair was tied behind her head with a red rope. Her whole temperament was otherworldly. At this moment, bathing in the rain and glow, she appeared even more spiritual.

But such a beautiful person had a rather complex expression on her face at this moment.

And at this moment, Zhou Qingyun's inner heart was just like her expression, with mixed emotions.

She went to Mount Huangshan at the age of eight and stayed there for eight years. These eight years were also her happiest time. Until she was sent to Mount Emei in Western Shu by her master at the age of sixteen, it has been three years since then. These three years were her most agonizing three years.

Now she is returning to Mount Huangshan according to her master's order. Oh, this master, her current master, is the Emei Sect Master, the leader of the Xuan Sect, True Person Miaoyi Qi Shuming, not the Great Master Canxia of the Pen Peak of Mount Huangshan.

But how can a person have two masters?

How should she address her master when she goes back to see her now? Could it be that she should call her Great Master Canxia?

She felt it was somewhat ridiculous.

But at that time, on the Heavenly Wave Wall of the Condensing Green Cliff, with the Emei Sect Master and his wife present, True Person Miaoyi personally wanted to take her as a disciple. How could she refuse? At that moment, she thought a lot, thinking about how to refuse. But what she didn't expect was that Yan Renying, Yu Yingnan, and Zhuge Jingrui, who also carried inheritances from elsewhere, didn't refuse at all!

She was the last one to kneel and take a master at that time. At that time, everyone's eyes were gathered on her, and she couldn't say words of refusal. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she refused True Person Miaoyi. She herself was not afraid, but she didn't know if refusing would cause her true master, Great Master Canxia, to suffer, and whether it would implicate Mount Huangshan, which she regarded as her hometown.

In these three years, she got the "Moon Soul" flying sword and cultivated the Emei Daoist books. She knew that True Person Miaoyi's cultivation was much stronger than Great Master Canxia's, and the foundation of Emei was far from what Mount Huangshan could compare to.

But she was just unhappy. She felt that every moment was agony. She missed Mount Huangshan every moment, missed the strange pines, strange rocks, cloud seas, hot springs, and winter snow of Mount Huangshan.

She also missed the Pen Peak and missed her true master.

Thinking that she would see her master in a while, she was both joyful and ashamed.

Very quickly, she returned to the Mount Huangshan region she dreamed of. It happened to be the spring rain season, with new grass and tender pines everywhere, full of vitality. She never tired of looking at Mount Huangshan in the rain. She went straight to the Pen Peak and soon saw the familiar glow. But just at this moment, she discovered two Daoists who were looking around, walking and stopping, as if they were investigating something. Now they were standing still, eyes fixed on the Pen Peak.

Is someone going to harm the master? Are they visiting? Or just passing by?

Zhou Qingyun hid in the glow emitted by the Pen Peak, merged with the glow, and slowly approached the two, listening.

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And Cheng Xinzhan walked, listened, and asked all the way, and suddenly found himself in the glow. But where did the glow come from in this rain?

He looked up and saw a mountain. This glow was emitted from this mountain, rendering a piece. He only saw this mountain:

An isolated peak stood tall, rising into the sky, round at the bottom and sharp at the top, just like a writing brush with the tip facing the sky. And at the high top of the peak, a pine forest grew, with ancient pines twisting and turning, a clump of green shade. Looking from afar, it was like a clump of green flowers blooming on the tip of the brush.

And under the towering isolated peak leaned a continuous low stone hill, shaped like an immortal lying asleep.

Cheng Xinzhan had long heard of the name of the strange rocks of Mount Huangshan. Now that he saw a treasure land, he thought it really lived up to the name of strange rocks, so he couldn't help but exclaim,

"Master, look at that mountain."

Daoist Jianxian naturally saw it too. However, he first noticed that the glow was emitted from the mountain, not afraid of the rain curtain, and naturally not ordinary light. Seeing that the glow was clear, upright, and peaceful, without any vulgar feeling, he knew it should be the cave dwelling of a righteous recluse.

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They just came here unintentionally and were watching from afar, so they shouldn't have disturbed the owner of this place.

"Glow in the rain, it is actually so gorgeous."

He said with emotion.

Cheng Xinzhan nodded, "What a scene of 'Dream Brush Producing Flowers'."

"'Dream Brush Producing Flowers'?"

Daoist Jianxian looked at Cheng Xinzhan.

Cheng Xinzhan said: "Master, look at that isolated peak, it is like a standing brush. The pine forest on the brush is like the standing brush producing flowers. The hill and rocks under the brush are like an immortal lying horizontally. It should be that the immortal's thoughts were surging in a dream, and the brush beside him produced flowers."

Daoist Jianxian listened and nodded with a smile, "You are really good at naming. My Pivot Mountain also has many strange pines and strange rocks. After I go back, I will definitely report to the Mountain Master and let you walk through the mountain well and take some nice names. You might not know that the place names in the mountain now are all 'Broken Head Cliff' and 'Falling Tiger Stream'. The 'Eighteen Slopes' where we live is already the best-sounding one."

Cheng Xinzhan also smiled. Watching the mountain in the rain, he suddenly had poetic inspiration. After thinking for a while, he chanted,

"Stone bones are angular and the atmosphere is unique, twisting pines weave green and brocade clouds spread.

A natural tube of flower-producing brush, writing all over the strange peaks into a painting."

Daoist Jianxian looked sideways. He had not thought that this nominal disciple had such poetic sentiment outside of cultivation.

And in the glow, hearing the young and good-looking Daoist say the scene of "Dream Brush Producing Flowers" and chant the poem praising the mountain, and then perceiving a clear and spiritual upright Qi on the two, Zhou Qingyun realized that she should have been overthinking and misunderstood. In this way, hiding her figure again would be impolite.

"I don't know which two Daoists are in front of me, and what is the purpose of coming to my Pen Peak?"

In the glow, a young girl in a yellow skirt walked out and appeared in front of the two.

Daoist Jianxian and Cheng Xinzhan were both startled upon hearing this. At such a close distance, someone was there, and they hadn't discovered it?

Seeing a young girl walking out of the glow, they were even more suspicious and uncertain for a while.

Daoist Jianxian stepped forward, pinched the Three Pure Seals, and bowed, "Tao Jianxian of Mount Sanqing, bringing disciple Cheng Xinzhan, has seen the senior. We broke into your treasure land by mistake, please forgive us."

Cheng Xinzhan also followed and bowed. This woman looked about the same age as him, but at such a distance, even Master Jianxian couldn't discover her, so she must be a master with a youthful face.

Zhou Qingyun saw this old and young man calling her senior and bowing to her, and suddenly blushed with shame. She hurriedly turned to dodge and bowed back repeatedly, thinking clearly in her heart why the two would misunderstand, and explained hurriedly,

"Two Daoists misunderstood. The junior just grew up here since childhood and learned the method of hiding in the glow. I am definitely not any senior."

Daoist Jianxian and Cheng Xinzhan looked at each other. So that was it.

Daoist Jianxian said, "So that's it. However, it was indeed the two of us who were greedy for the beautiful scenery and stayed for a long time. It is no wonder that the Daoist came to ask. Impolite, impolite. We will leave now."

Daoist Jianxian made a gesture to leave. Although this mountain scenery was beautiful, it was an object with an owner and could not be enjoyed for long.

However, even though Zhou Qingyun had entered Emei for three years, her bones were still not of a domineering nature. How could there be a reason to drive people away just because they looked at the Pen Peak a few more times? She hurriedly said,

"Daoist really misunderstood. The junior just returned home from outside and happened to run into the two, so I appeared to ask. I am definitely not driving the two away. My master has long had a saying that the scenery of Mount Huangshan is the great beauty of the world, and everyone in the world can enjoy it. The two can feel free. If the two don't mind, you can follow the junior to the peak to sit for a while. Just now, this Daoist chanted a poem praising the mountain and had the talk of 'Dream Brush Producing Flowers'. My master will definitely be happy to hear it."

Zhou Qingyun looked at Cheng Xinzhan and said.

Jianxian shook his head gently upon hearing this. He had orders to follow and it was not convenient to delay. Just as he was about to refuse, he saw a strange change!

A snow-white sword light shot out from the sword bag at Zhou Qingyun's waist, heading straight for Cheng Xinzhan!

At such a short distance, such an unprovoked sudden attack, Daoist Jianxian's eyes were about to split, and he had already pinched a thunder talisman in his hand. But he couldn't figure out why, if it were a demon, it didn't sneak attack earlier, but only acted after appearing. He only had time to shout,

"Daoist, you misunderstood!"

But at the same time, the sword gourd mouth behind Cheng Xinzhan's waist was also pushed open, and a crimson sword light sprayed out, meeting that snow-white sword light.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

The crimson sword light and the snow-white sword light suddenly broke out, but only Daoist Jianxian reacted on the scene, but he was too late to stop it. And the owners of the crimson sword light and the snow-white sword light didn't even react.

After the sound of the two swords colliding rang out, the two reacted. They looked up, only to find that the crimson sword light had transformed into a red-crowned white chicken, and the snow-white sword light had transformed into a blue-eyed jade rabbit, which were now rubbing their ears in the air, as if they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

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