Chapter 156: Master Ascends to Immortality

After the autumn leaves had fallen, it snowed again on Mount Yishan.

In the room of Fuqiu Temple.

As the weather became colder day by day, the effect of this bear-skin blanket became more apparent.

It was already cold on the mountain, and Mount Yishan was rainy and misty, so dampness was unavoidable. Originally, Lin Jue didn't feel it; he just felt that it had always been like this, and felt that the conditions were like this in these years. Except for a few high-ranking officials who could have cotton quilts and silk quilts, the quilts everywhere were cold in winter, and the longer the years, the more they felt like iron.

Until he used this bear-skin blanket, no matter how heavy the rain and mist were outside, it was not damp at all. No matter how cold the weather was, his hands felt dry and warm when he touched it, and it was light, soft, and fluffy when covered.

In winter, lighting a stove in the room, by contrast, a sense of happiness arose spontaneously.

At this time, Lin Jue was sitting cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in a light, soft, and fluffy bear-skin blanket, with an ancient book in front of him, his hand still on the side, unconsciously rubbing the fox's head.

The book was turned to the page of "Flower Blossoms in an Huakai Qingke."

Among the spells obtained at this time, except for those that Lin Jue didn't want to learn for the time being, almost all of them had been introduced.

Not to mention the depth of attainments, at least he had learned them.

Even the "Gang Qi," "Pointing Stone into General," and even the more mysterious and elusive "Persuading You to Frown" obtained later had been introduced, but only stuck on "Flower Blossoms in an Huakai Qingke" obtained earlier.

It is indeed as the book says, this spell is extremely difficult to practice!

Lin Jue's comprehension is definitely not low. He not only has a sense of the wood element in the five elements, but also practices Yin-Yang spiritual methods. He understands both the spiritual aura of the five elements and the mystery of Yin and Yang. He has also received peach gum gifted by the peach demon and exchanged earth and wood essence with the wolf demon. Both have deepened his understanding of the spiritual aura of the wood element. It can be said that he is already very suitable for practicing this spell among Daoists, but he is still stuck.

The sticking point is the mystery mentioned in the book.

This mystery is not complicated. To put it bluntly, it is the two characters of blooming.

This is a magical power spell that originally belonged to grass and wood spirits. Grass and wood will naturally bloom, and they naturally understand that mystery, but humans will not bloom, so it is extremely difficult to comprehend.

When Lin Jue took the two peach gums, he once trance-like turned into a peach tree, and once had a short-lived feeling of blooming, but now several years have passed, and the comprehension has gradually faded. At this time, he can only hold the book page and constantly listen to the tips told in the book, and constantly recall the vague comprehension at that time, trying to have a sudden enlightenment at a certain moment, and then push open the door of this technique and enter it.

"Sigh..."

I don't know how long it took, he sighed, put down the ancient book, and took out twenty beans from his body.

With a wave of his hand, he operated the refining method.

Twenty beans immediately rotated and fluctuated in front of him.

Five of them were about the size of soybeans, and fifteen were close to the size of mung beans and red beans.

Five are repaired bean soldiers, and the rest are weapons.

In fact, a statue half a palm high can be refined to the size of a soybean. Naturally, knives and swords can be refined to be smaller, perhaps smaller than rapeseed.

However, the reason why bean soldiers are the size of soybeans is because this size is the most suitable. If the weapons are refined too small, it will be inconvenient to carry, and it will not be easy to find and distinguish when used. Lin Jue only intends to refine them to the size of mung beans and red beans, and will not refine them smaller for the time being.

Unless there are other needs and considerations in the future.

It is the fifth year since he went up the mountain.

When winter went and spring came, Lin Jue killed the sheep in the temple and was cooking a pot of mutton soup in the kitchen.

The junior sister burned fire for him, straightened up from time to time to glance at the pot, looked at the boiling meat soup and meat slices through the rising water mist, and there was a basket of pea tips next to it, which was a rare fresh vegetable that could be eaten on the mountain at this time.

"Third Shixiong brother!"

"Hmm?"

"It seems that a temple is going to be built on the mountain recently."

"Temple?"

"Yes, a monk's temple. I saw craftsmen and laborers moving things up the mountain two days ago," the junior sister chatted with him while sending firewood inside. "Came to grab business with us."

"We don't have any business, it's better not to have business."

"Oh yeah." The junior sister took out the fire tongs and played with them unconsciously. "But there are more and more palaces and temples on the mountain."

"Because Mount Yishan is becoming more and more famous, naturally there will be more and more Daoists and monks coming here to build palaces and temples. Maybe after thousands of years, this will also be a famous mountain in the world."

"That's right."

The junior sister thought and couldn't help but ask: "Then after thousands of years, will there still be Fuqiu Temple here?"

"Who knows? Anyway, Fuqiu Peak will definitely still be there."

A thoughtful look appeared in the junior sister's eyes, and her thoughts drifted to thousands of years later. At that time, she should already be the ancestor of Fuqiu Temple.

However, the mutton soup was already cooked.

"Taste it."

Lin Jue took a small bowl, scooped a little soup and a few pieces of meat, tasted the taste, and handed it to the junior sister.

The junior sister immediately stopped her thoughts and got up to take the bowl.

Now she does this very naturally. She doesn't feel that it is bad to eat before the master and senior brothers because she is both a junior sister and a daughter. Anyway, if the senior brother hands it over, she will take it. If the senior brother asks what she says after tasting it, she will say it. Most of the time, she doesn't need any appraisal skills, just say seriously:

"Delicious!"

This completes the task.

Lin Jue scooped a bowl first, put it in the food box, and went out.

Although spring had already begun, the snow on the mountain had not stopped. The weather was bad today, and fine snowflakes were still floating in the sky.

In the snowflakes, there was a faint sound of the qin, and the third senior brother was dancing with a sword alone in the snow.

Don't look at his usual sloppy appearance, but when he dances with a sword, his posture is graceful and flying, even the junior sister only wins in the softness of her figure, and the technique of dancing with a sword is far inferior to him.

Under the eaves, there is another table, on which there is no statue of a god, no god tablet, only a small incense burner, with three sticks of incense.

"The room is full of heavenly fragrance in the immortal's home, one qin, one sword, one cup of tea.

"The feather clothes always carry the color of smoke and clouds, not stained by the peach and plum flowers of the human world."

The third senior brother recited poetry while dancing with a sword, intoxicated by it.

Lin Jue couldn't help but stop under the eaves to watch the third senior brother dance with a sword with wine. If he wasn't afraid that the mutton soup would get cold, he really wanted to watch it for a while longer.

Not long after, the food box was placed on the table.

Lin Jue picked up three sticks of incense, shook them to light them, and inserted them into the incense burner:

"Although the new spring has arrived, the chill has not yet faded. Ask the Mountain God if he is well. Today, a sheep was killed in the temple, and a pot of mutton soup was cooked. I want to warm up my body. I want to offer a bowl to the Mountain God first."

"Whoosh..."

The blue smoke of the incense was clearly blown away by the wind.

Then the cold wind became stronger, and when it reached the eaves, it actually rolled the food box and flew into the sky steadily.

"This junior is forging weapons recently, and it has reached the time of sharpening. I heard that the Xiangsha Well on the peak of the lotus gets the spiritual aura of Mount Yishan and the essence of the sun and moon. Taking water to quench fire is the best, so I want to ask the Mountain God for two buckets, and I hope the Mountain God will allow it. If allowed, this junior will go up the mountain to take it tomorrow."

"Whoosh..."

It was another clear breeze.

There were no words in the clear breeze, just blowing the fine snow in the sky.

The third senior brother seemed to notice something, stopped dancing with the sword, stepped back again and again, retreated from the courtyard to the eaves, and then stared strangely at the front.

I saw white smoke rising from the ground of the courtyard covered with thin snow, the ground seemed to be trembling, and there was a distortion and change in the air.

Not long after, a "well" appeared out of thin air in the courtyard.

It is said to be a well, but it is not, at least not a well dug by people, but a natural depression. And the stone floor in the courtyard seemed to have become uneven granite, and this well was in the rock.

A small stone tablet next to it is written with the three characters "Xiangsha Well".

"This..."

Lin Jue was surprised!

This was originally the Xiangsha Well on the peak of the lotus, but it was moved here by the Mountain God? And it seems that even the top of the lotus peak was moved here!

Taking two steps forward to the courtyard, he only felt the temperature drop sharply, the cold wind was biting, really like being on the top of the lotus peak.

Looking closer, there is spiritual spring in the well, like moonlight, and like a well of thin snow, with mist rising out, blurring people's vision.

Lin Jue hurriedly brought a bucket to take it, and took two full buckets.

"It's enough. Many thanks to the Mountain God."

"Whoosh..."

There was another clear breeze and white smoke rose.

In the clear breeze and white smoke, whether it was the granite stone like the top of the mountain, the small well, or the stone tablet next to it, all disappeared. The courtyard returned to its original state, still a bluestone floor, with some thin snow falling, and the snow was full of the third senior brother's messy footprints.

Everything seemed to have never happened.

"The offerings and worship of the junior brother over the past two years are not in vain," the third senior brother smiled at him with a sword.

"Sincerity leads to spirit."

Lin Jue put away the two buckets of water and said to him:

"Eat."

I don't know when the snow stopped.

Many Daoists simply set up a stove in the courtyard and sat around the stove.

A pot of snow-white crucian carp mutton soup, steaming, plus half a jar of self-brewed rice wine, many Daoists were all red-faced, warm all over, and after eating, they all came to help Lin Jue sharpen the blade.

Twelve streamlined small swords, all spiritual gold, summoned and enlarged, the length is about the same as from the fingertip to the elbow.

Three standard three-foot long swords, with sword handles made of pear ancestor wood heart.

Some people are responsible for checking where the sword edge has not been sharpened, some are responsible for covering the soil with mud, some set up a stove and work together to release spiritual fire to burn the sword red, and some bring stone slabs to dig water tanks, and some pour spiritual springs and control the temperature of the spiritual springs. The same sect is united and enthusiastic.

Daoist Yunhe stood behind and watched happily.

In fact, due to the state of mind and thoughts of people who cultivate the Dao, plus the harmonious concept passed down from generation to generation in Fuqiu Temple, and it is a small temple, except for a few exceptions, the relationship between the same sect of each generation is basically good, but it is not common to have such a harmonious relationship as this generation.

Daoist Yunhe was also gratified and happy because of this.

Then I saw the sword edge touch the water—

"Chi..."

White smoke rose immediately.

After a few "chi chi" sounds, it sank completely into it.

Spiritual gold and spiritual water rippled with mist.

Accompanied by many discussions, in the noise, the atmosphere in the temple was very warm, like the New Year.

Busy until mid-afternoon, twelve small swords that can be used as short swords and throwing darts, and three three-foot long swords were forged. Thanks to the spiritual gold gifted by the Mountain God, even if it changes from small to large, it can blow hair and break hair.

Many senior brothers couldn't help but take one each, hold it in their hands and play with it, and appreciate it endlessly.

Lin Jue also took one, weighed it left and right, and couldn't put it down.

"Junior brother's sword is good, even this sword handle is made of pear ancestor wood heart. If I didn't like using swords, I would want to ask for one!"

"Blow hair and break hair, and can be small and large. If you put it down the mountain, it can be considered a divine weapon, right?"

"The sword made by the junior sister last year is also good!"

"The junior sister's sword is even better. She didn't use the bean soldier method, but used a whole piece of the same spiritual gold, which is much more solid!"

"This small sword is not easy to use..."

"Junior brother is proficient in throwing darts and flying knives, is it used for throwing?"

When everyone was talking, Daoist Yunhe was still sitting on the side and listening happily, because he was satisfied with eating and drank wine, his face was rosy, and he waited for everyone's interest to decrease a little before asking:

"Lin Jue, you are almost twenty, right?"

Lin Jue heard this and turned around in a hurry.

"Back to Master, it's this year."

"People down the mountain have a capping ceremony at twenty, and they also take a courtesy name at this time. Did the village sages take a courtesy name for you when you went up the mountain?"

"No."

"Then how about I take a courtesy name for you?"

"It should be Master who takes it."

Most people take a courtesy name from their teachers, or from people with high virtue and prestige nearby. Daoist Yunhe is both his master and a high-ranking Daoist with virtue. It is naturally best for him to take a courtesy name.

Then I heard Daoist Yunhe thinking:

"Your surname is Lin and your name is Jue. Jue means enlightenment, knowledge. It happens to be a person who cultivates the Dao. Cultivating the Dao should be enlightened and knowledgeable. How about I take the two characters 'Wuzhi' (Enlightened Knowledge) for you?"

"Many thanks, Master."

Lin Jue is already a person who cultivates the Dao, and he does not have a capping ceremony. Fuqiu Temple does not have a "capping and towel" ceremony like the Fulu Sect. At this time, there is naturally no grand ceremony, but after a meal and drink, it is quite good to have a courtesy name set by Master in a happy time.

It conforms to the Daoist's natural and casual thinking.

"To get true knowledge, you must go to the world. Longevity is good, but don't force it," Daoist Yunhe smiled and got up. "I hope you can realize your own Dao early and know where your heart is at peace."

Lin Jue didn't quite understand, but seeing him turn and leave, he put down his long sword and sent him back to the room.

"No need to send me, I can still walk," Daoist Yunhe said to him, walked from the courtyard into the corridor, and then walked into the Moving Mountain Hall, sat cross-legged, "You go out and play, let me take a nap for a while."

"Yes."

Lin Jue turned and left.

Just as he stepped out of the threshold of the main hall and walked under the eaves, he heard Daoist Yunhe sigh, and then recited like talking to himself, his voice indifferent: "Life and death are ordinary things, who is not like this without going or coming. What time is it when I go now, the wind is on the pine tip and the moon is in the sky."

The senior brothers outside the courtyard were still playing with his small swords and long swords, talking and laughing with each other.

On the courtyard wall, more than a dozen cats walked in a row. They were not the cats in the temple, but Daoist friends on the Scissors Peak next door. Among them, two cats walked standing, carrying a small bamboo shoulder sedan chair, on which sat an old tabby cat whose true face Lin Jue had never seen. Behind them, I don't know when a bright moon had risen.

"Whoosh..."

A spring breeze blew over the pine tips. In the mid-afternoon, the thin snow on the ground had quietly melted away.

Lin Jue's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he rushed back to the main hall.

Many senior brothers were also surprised why the Daoist friends of Scissors Peak visited suddenly, and the Fourth Grandmother came in person. Seeing Lin Jue's movement, they were panicked and hurriedly followed.

Ding ding dang dang, the sword fell in the courtyard.

I saw Daoist Yunhe sitting cross-legged on the mat, facing the ancestor of Moving Mountain, and he had already ridden a crane to immortality. ===== CHAPTER 157 =====