Chapter 197: Yuxu Palace, Western Kunlun Shang

The front hall and back hall of Bodhi Temple were separated only by screens. Brother Qian Chen and the others walked around to the back hall, where there were many scattered cups and small tables and couches placed in a mess.

The back hall was not very spacious, and still retained the mess of last night's banquet, filled with the smell of wine.

A person with wide robes and large sleeves, with his clothes open, was leaning against the wall of the couch, his long beard messy, stained with suspicious liquid.

He was still holding a wine pot in his arms, looking at the visitors in a half-drunk and half-awake state.

Yan Shu saw this familiar scene and couldn't help laughing.

He turned back to Brother Qian Chen and said: "It's a bit like the scholars of the Jin State who took Five-Stone Powder. Tang people love wine, just like Jin people love Five-Stone Powder!"

Brother Qian Chen sneered: "Cinnabar, realgar, white alum, Zengqing, magnetite can refine what kind of good pill? The medicinal nature is dry and hot, although it can increase cultivation, its pill poison is extremely fierce. Taking it with warm wine, cold bath, walking, opening clothes, and even taking nakedness as a fashion, how much pill poison can be dissipated? Isn't it damaging one's own foundation?"

Brother Qian Chen stepped forward and called: "Wu Wu Daoxuan?"

"Hmm?" The man woke up faintly and said vaguely: "Who are you?"

"I'm here to ask you to paint murals!" Brother Qian Chen didn't explain much. At this time, Wu Wu Daoxuan was half-drunk and half-awake, his spirit hidden, which was the method of operating the spirit cultivation.

Brother Qian Chen didn't expect that Wu Wu Daoxuan was a pure spirit cultivator. Spirit cultivation focuses on nature rather than life, and does not nourish the body with Qi, but through contemplation and meditation, nourishing the soul with Qi, and then traveling out of the body, nourishing the soul with various spirit cultivation methods, pursuing the way of corpse liberation.

Yin Spirit possession, Yang Spirit corpse liberation, Primordial Spirit ascension.

Wu Wu Daozi used the wine spirit to travel to the eight poles every day, nourishing the spirit and refining the spirit with the essence of the sun and moon and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Brother Qian Chen observed the life soul that stayed in his body and knew that he had been able to travel during the day, would not be burned by the sun fire, and could travel freely except for noon when he could not leave the body and walk in the sun fire, and had already stepped into the Yin Spirit with half a step.

Spirit cultivators only cultivate nature and not life, which is naturally much worse than true cultivators of the Daoist sect like Brother Qian Chen and Yan Shu. Both Yan Shu and Brother Qian Chen have profound martial arts, whether it is supernatural power or tempering the flesh, they have deep fire.

In the future, it is the Immortal fruit position of fleshly ascension.

But the spirit cultivator's soul has experienced all kinds of disasters and is extremely powerful, and always has some amazing supernatural powers. If he comprehends one or two avenues and entrusts the Dao with the spirit, he can cultivate some amazing skills.

It is not surprising that Wu Wu Daozi let his flesh lie on the couch. Spirit cultivators often travel to the eight poles, Yin Spirit, Yang Spirit out of the body to travel the four seas and eight wildernesses, and even enter other worlds.

Only entrust the flesh to disciples and friends, and the time sequence of the heavens and worlds is uncertain, and there is no lack of tragedies where the flesh has aged and died after a trip.

Entrusting is not to everyone, and there are those who burn the flesh by disciples and friends. There are even those who hold the flesh hostage to force the cultivation method.

Those who don't want to get involved in karma can also collect Qi to refine the body, refining into a Primordial Infant body, purely with Primordial Qi as the body.

Wu Wu Daozi traveled outside, and with He He Zhizhang and others watching, it was much better than his own small Chang'an, where he couldn't set up any powerful prohibitions.

He He Zhizhang's call was to summon Wu Wu Daozi's Yin Spirit, which had traveled far away.

"Today is the Thousand Autumn Festival, no painting!" Wu Wu Daozi's flesh said impatiently.

Brother Qian Chen took out the Startling God Incense from his sleeve, casually opened an incense-burning silver ball hanging beside the couch, lit the Startling God Incense with a wisp of pure Yang Taiyin Zhenhuo at his fingertips.

The incense fragrance slowly enveloped the hall.

This wisp of fragrance followed the connection between Wu Wu Daozi's soul and flesh, built an incense bridge, and the incense fragrance spread to a very far place.

In the Jialan Temple in Luoyang, Wu Wu Daozi, who was playing chess with the abbot of the temple, suddenly frowned, smelled himself, and saw his body instantly virtualized. The light in the room could pass through the body, and it was surrounded by a faint fragrance, nourishing the soul. In the incense fragrance, he felt that even the sun true fire at noon would not hurt him!

The old abbot who was playing chess with him laughed: "Zhang Guo made trouble in the White Horse Dharma Realm for a long time last night, and the Dao and Buddhist families parted on bad terms. Just now, the Four-Bright Mad Guest called you, so there must be something important. You should go back first!"

Wu Wu Daozi said regretfully: "It seems that this game of chess, we can't finish it!"

He got up and came to the temple, and threw himself into the mural in front of the hall.

After he left, the old abbot sighed: "This game of chess, perhaps I can't finish it in this life! Although Zhang Guo is not at odds with my Buddhist sect, he is not a person who makes trouble, and he risked breaking the White Horse Dharma Realm in Luoyang to warn me."

"But because of the prejudice between the Dao and Buddhist families, it was left unsettled!"

"The sword light in Chang'an last night was three thousand feet, beheading demons like cutting grass. It is respectable and awe-inspiring. Several senior brothers planned for two hundred years to convert demons into protectors of my Buddhist sect, but they couldn't prevent the Empress from mixing in so many Demon Sect members back then."

"... but it ended up unresolved due to the prejudices between the Daoist and Buddhist schools!"

The old abbot sighed in a low voice. His words were light, and although he had the intention to unite with the Daoist sect, he was still excluded and could only play chess with Wu Wu Daozi here!

Wu Wu Daozi drilled into the mural in Luoyang, and when he appeared again, he had turned into a monk who was listening to the Bodhisattva in the mural. He was dressed in wide robes and bowed slightly to the Bodhisattva who was preaching. Then he walked from the Buddha statue, which was the size of a palm, toward the painting wall.

When his figure on the painting wall was as tall as an ordinary person, he stepped out of the painting wall.

His figure flashed, and he returned to the flesh on the couch.

Wu Wu Daozi combined his spirit and body, stretched, his eyes shining, no longer half-drunk, only feeling that his soul was nourished by the incense, traveled out of the body all night, and had no half-separation from the flesh, feeling very comfortable.

"Good incense... wonderful incense, nourishing the soul, even better than the three sticks of purple gold white sandalwood Buddha incense that the abbot of Xingshan Temple gave me to repay my painting work!"

"If you give me three pills of this incense, I will paint a wall. Eight feet wide and one *zhang* long, how about it? But this pill can't be counted! For every *zhang* added, you have to give me three more pills!" Wu Wu Daozi bargained like a painting merchant.

Brother Qian Chen opened his hands and five fingers and said: "I will give you ten pills!"

"Three *zhang* painting wall!" Wu Wu Daozi said in surprise: "In the past, such a long subject had to be paid extra!"

"But seeing that your incense is truly wonderful, I promised it!" He straightened his clothes and asked: "Paint what?"

"Hell!" Brother Qian Chen said leisurely.

"Hell!" Wu Wu Daozi's face sank: "You want me to paint the Hell Transformation Diagram, this is a big subject! According to the market price, you have to add money."

"Listen to me first!" Brother Qian Chen said: "The Hell Transformation I want to paint must be able to imprison the ghosts and gods of all Chang'an, must be able to evolve a hell world, let the gods float in it, must imprison countless wronged souls and evil ghosts, demons and Yin spirits. What I want to paint is a hell transformation that is like a real hell!"

"Please leave... I won't send you off!"

Wu Wu Daozi's face sank. Was this person here to play with him?

"I brought the best wine in the world!"

Brother Qian Chen was not afraid that he couldn't seduce Wu Wu Daozi.

"I have brought the finest wine under heaven!"

Yan Shu was unconvinced, stared and said: "That's nothing!"

Yan Shu's voice was quite loud, and Zhang Xu in the outer hall couldn't sit still, and asked back: "What Western Kunlun Shang? Could it be the Western Kunlun Shang brewed by Xiao Xie Xiao Xie Xuan in the Wei and Jin dynasties? Using the source water of the Great River, no more than half a liter a day. The Dan water is red like crimson, used to brew wine, and named Western Kunlun Shang, the peerless famous wine?"

Yan Shu shouted: "That's nothing! What I'm talking about is the immortal wine brewed with the Immortal Dan Spring of the Emperor's Capital where Yuxu Palace is located, using the method of immortal wine drunk by the Wang Mu of the West in the past, known as the Western Kunlun Shang—Western Kunlun Shang!"

Wu Wu Daozi's throat squirmed, obviously moved, but his mouth was still stubborn: "Western Kunlun has long become a fairy tale, where is there any Yuxu Palace in the world!"

Brother Qian Chen opened the stopper of the red-skinned gourd, looked left and right, and always felt that the cups and cups around him were not worthy of Yan Shu's boasting, so he rolled up a banana leaf used for fanning fire as a banana leaf cup.

A line of clear spring fell from the gourd mouth, turning into a pool of jade liquid in the banana leaf cup.

Zhang Xu's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he laughed: "This method is very elegant... In the future, we will get drunk by the stream in the garden, pick the banana next to it, roll it into a green leaf cup, drink a cup of wine and throw a leaf, let the banana leaf go with the flow, and drink until the banana leaves are exhausted and the moon is on the middle of the sky."

Wu Wu Daozi smelled a wine fragrance that could not be described in words, and immediately showed a look of being fascinated. It was like an old lecher meeting a beauty.

Brother Qian Chen glanced sideways and secretly signaled to Yan Shu: "Is this wine really so wonderful? Why do I drink it, it's just so-so?"

Yan Shu's expression was strange, as if saying: "How do I know what's wrong with you? This wine, everyone who has drunk it says it's wonderful. Only you have the look of being forced by the Yan Yan Shixiong."

Brother Qian Chen pondered slightly, feeling that there should be something contained in this wine that could not penetrate his soul protected by the Dao Dust Bead.

"If so, isn't this wine the same thing as the Heavenly Demon?" Brother Qian Chen was slightly suspicious, but thinking that Western Kunlun Shang was brewed with the old method of the Wang Mu of the West, and the divine demon was one, the essence was the same, maybe there was something in common?

Wu Wu Daozi carefully held the banana leaf cup in Brother Qian Chen's hand, a line of clear spring entered his throat, his eyes lit up, radiating unparalleled brilliance, and said decisively: "This job, I took it!"

Having said that, he held the banana leaf like a treasure and said: "The one in your gourd is also promised to me!"

Zhang Xu heard this and hurriedly said: "Is it really Western Kunlun Shang? Let me taste it!"

He reached out to grab the banana leaf cup, but Wu Wu Daozi hid it behind his back early, calling out: "Fake, fake!"

"Even if it's fake, let me taste it! You didn't have this attitude of not respecting the teacher when you learned calligraphy from me back then!" Zhang Xu

He reached out to snatch the banana-leaf cup, but Wu Wu Daozi had already hidden it behind his back, calling out repeatedly, "It's fake, it's fake!"

"Even if it's fake, let me have a taste! When you studied calligraphy under me in the past, you didn't have such a disrespectful attitude toward your teacher!" Zhang Xu threatened.

"I did pay my tuition!" Wu Wu Daozi insisted stubbornly, but he could not overcome the bond between teacher and student, so he had to let him have a sip. He poured a shallow amount with a pained heart, while Yan Shu kept tugging at Brother Qian Chen's sleeve from the side.

Zhang Xu's eyes lit up as well, radiating a longing divine light that made Brother Qian Chen feel a bit numb.

He asked anxiously, "Calligraphy! Do you need calligraphy? How can there be paintings without calligraphy? And actually, my paintings are not bad either. Why not let me join Wu Wu Daoxuan?"

Wu Wu Daozi also said anxiously, "Where do you want to paint? We can go there right now."

Brother Qian Chen, however, revealed a devilish smile and said, "We only have half a day's time!"

"Half a day!" Wu Wu Daozi shrieked, "You might as well kill me!"

"I can do that!" Zhang Xu volunteered.

"Half a day is fine... but if you kill me, you must wait until I finish my wine!" Wu Wu Daozi immediately changed his expression and said, "Let's set off now!"

"This painting must also form a 'painting realm' with all the murals you have previously painted. If any ghost or deity in any temple in Chang'an shows signs of unrest, they will be dragged into this hell within the painting!" Brother Qian Chen said, his expression solemn as he finished stating the final condition.

Only then did Wu Wu Daozi's expression change completely: "Fine wine is good, but integrity is paramount. Forgive me, I cannot paint this painting."

Using his brush as a sword, he said, "The wine has already entered my belly. Since I cannot paint, how can I accept it? Wait for me to disembowel myself to return the wine!"

Zhang Xu hesitated for a moment and said to Wu Wu Daoxuan, "You were the one who invited me to drink, so I won't disembowel myself! You can disembowel yourself again for me!"

Brother Qian Chen held He He Zhizhang's golden tortoise pouch in his hand and said, "You don't trust me, but can you trust He He Jian?" He then took out the Celestial Master's Seal and added, "Can you trust Master Sima Master Sima Ziwei?"

Wu Wu Daozi was speechless and froze on the spot. Seeing his furrowed brows, it was clear that a fierce battle was raging in his heart, and it was extremely difficult.

Brother Qian Chen slowly stood up and said, "If you trust me, come with me to save Chang'an! If you don't, I will never force you!"

Wu Wu Daozi fell silent. After a long while, he said in a strained tone, beating his chest and stamping his feet, "What on earth are you trying to do?"

"This is going to be the death of me!"

Tears streamed down his face: "I, Wu Wu Daozi, just wanted to honestly drink wine and paint. Why does every bit of trouble come knocking at my door! Save Chang'an... is this something I can do? If I mess up, His Majesty will have my head!"

"Don't be afraid! If he kills you, I will kill him!" Brother Qian Chen comforted him.

Upon hearing this, Wu Wu Daozi cried even harder. He sobbed, "How could He He Zhizhang and Master Sima Master Sima Ziwei believe in a madman like you? To kill His Majesty—is that something a person can say? Is that something a subject or citizen can say? You are a rebel... a rebel!"

He sobbed until he almost fainted, deeply regretting that he had boarded a pirate ship.

Wu Wu Daozi cried while covering his face with his sleeve, drank the immortal wine in the banana-leaf cup in one gulp, and said with a hint of drunkenness, "Let's go!" Zhang Xu watched from the side, stunned, not knowing for a moment if he had been tricked or if Wu Wu Daozi really wanted to use wine to drown his sorrows!

He looked at the banana leaf on the ground, which still had some water stains on it, making him hesitate whether to set aside his pride.

Should he pick it up and lick it?

Just in the short moment he hesitated, a Golden Boy jumped down from Brother Qian Chen's waist, picked up his precious banana leaf, and put it away on his body. Then he continued to jump back, transforming into a golden ring on the gourd.