Chapter 80 Dream Writing
Chapter 80 Dream Writing (Extra chapter for the leader "Zuo Xian Qi Tian", a long chapter)
Gyeongju is located in the heart of the Central Plains, bordering the river and the sea. It is connected to Jinling and Kuaiji in the east, Jingchu and Heluo in the west, Yuzhang in the south, and Qi and Lu in the north.
In this beautiful land, there are the Taoist Qiyun Mountain, the Zen Jiuhua Mountain, the sword-fighting Langya Mountain, and the hermit Tianzhu Mountain. However, the most famous one is Huangshan Mountain, which is known as the home of independent cultivators.
However, perhaps it is precisely because there are too many hermits and independent practitioners here, and there is no major sect, that the cultivation world here is the most relaxed and free, and there are few conflicts. At the same time, this place is far away from the North and South Demon Sects, and has been peaceful for a long time, so it has attracted more independent practitioners and hermits.
But the problem is, precisely because there is no major sect in charge, spring thunder is rare here, but no one has noticed it. Instead, it was Yingyuan Prefecture in Sanqing Mountain in Yuzhang that discovered it first.
Taoist Master Jianxian and Cheng Xinzhan went north along the border between Yuzhang and Kuaiji and entered Qingzhou, where they faced Huangshan Mountain, which is known as the home of independent cultivators.
Huangshan Mountain got its name because Emperor Huangdi made elixirs here. It stretches over a hundred miles from north to south and covers an area of five million mu. It stretches endlessly and has high peaks that reach the sky. There is a poem to prove it:
"The Huangshan Mountain is four thousand feet high, with thirty-two lotus peaks. Red cliffs are flanked by stone pillars, and lotus flowers are like golden hibiscus."
The beauty of Huangshan Mountain has been praised by all dynasties.
"Heaven's Picture"
“The most unique mountain in the world”
"After visiting the Five Mountains, you won't want to look at any other mountains; after visiting Mount Huang, you won't want to look at any other mountains."
At this time, Huangshan Mountain was in front of him, and the spring rain was falling from the sky, painting Huangshan Mountain into a towering ink painting. Cheng Xinzhan looked at it infatuatedly, but felt that the praises were still not enough to express one tenth of the beauty of the mountain.
"It is precisely because Huangshan is so beautiful that no one school has ever been able to completely occupy this place as a Taoist temple. Anyone who has such an idea has been attacked by the crowd. As a result, over time, it has become a popular place for independent practitioners in the country.
"Although independent cultivators are just floating duckweed, all the floating duckweeds in the entire Shenzhou land have gathered here, and have become a huge force that no one dares to underestimate. I heard that there is a Huangshan Administration here in Huangshan that is responsible for organization and dispatch. The chief priests are all independent cultivators who have been famous for a long time, and there are many people in the fourth realm or even the fifth realm. It's a pity that these people have learned a lot and don't have the inheritance of the universal law and the doctrines and rules of life. Otherwise, after a long time, this Huangshan Administration might become the Huangshan Sect."
Taoist Jianxian looked at the spring rain on the mountain and spoke with emotion. Then he explained to Cheng Xinzhan the reason why he came directly to Huangshan.
"From the information you have collected, the decrease in spring thunder in Qingzhou is not a problem in one state or one county, but in the entire region. If this situation is not a coincidence, then it is not caused by some evil spirit in one place, but by a great evil spirit bred underground that has polluted the roots of the mountains or the water veins, and the evil spirit has spread throughout the area along the roots of the mountains or the water veins.
"Huangshan is the source of Qingzhou's spiritual veins. All the mountain roots in Qingzhou originate from here, and the water veins of Qingzhou all come from the Yangtze River. However, the Yangtze River runs across Qingzhou, and the water veins flow into both sides. There is no unified source, and the rivers on both sides are crisscrossed, making it difficult to find.
"Let's go to Huangshan first and check which mountain range extending from here has a problem, and then follow the root of the mountain. If we don't find anything, we will walk along the river again."
Cheng Xinzhan nodded in agreement, feeling that he had learned a lot.
"However, it is fortunate that Huangshan is a place where independent cultivators gather. Otherwise, if it is really a major sect, we would not be able to go around the mountain to investigate."
Jian Xian said this, and took Cheng Xinzhan to start exploring along the periphery of Huangshan Mountain. They came from the south and were now heading east.
"By the way, do you know the art of Feng Shui?"
Jianxian asked.
"A little bit."
Cheng Xinzhan answered honestly that his master had taught him the "Qingxie Huasheng Jing", and the beginning of this book talked about the method of finding a corpse. If one wanted to find a corpse, he naturally had to talk about geomancy.
Jianxian smiled and said, "Of course Meijishan knows it. I just thought you didn't learn it. You practice the Meijishan tradition without stopping, and learn swordsmanship and thunder magic. It's really not easy."
Cheng Xinzhan said, "They all know how to do it but they are not proficient in it."
"It's okay. Just learn more first, and you'll get better with time."
Cheng Xinzhan smiled, he thought so too.
"Then let's look for the mountain's spiritual energy as we go. If the mountain is polluted, the spiritual energy will definitely not flow smoothly. The main thing is to see where the wind is cut off and whether there is any black infiltration in the rocks. With you on this trip, I will have an easier time."
The two of them walked and looked around, and Cheng Xinzhan took this opportunity to ask about the ancient Thunder Department, especially the gods of the Thunder Department, in preparation for the inner scene of the Thunder House.
Taoist Master Jianxian naturally knew everything, from the Thunder Ancestor to the General Manager, and then to the attendants, generals, marshals, Thunder God and Lightning Goddess, and the Gods and Goddesses.
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It is said that dozens of miles due west of Huangshan, there was a condensed ray of light flying straight towards Huangshan.
Generally speaking, the glow of the sunset is fast but also diffuse. If it is a vehicle, it will naturally be gorgeous and eye-catching, but at the same time it will be so bright that it can be seen from far away, which makes it difficult to hide.
But this ray of light was extremely fast and its brilliance was restrained, so it was not easy to be discovered in the drizzle.
Looking again, the person wrapped in the rosy glow was a young woman.
The woman was wearing a goose yellow gown, and her waist-length hair was tied behind her head with a red rope. She had an extraordinary temperament, and at this moment, bathed in the rain and sunset glow, she looked even more like an immortal.
But such a wonderful person had a rather complicated expression on his face at this moment.
At this moment, Zhou Qingyun's heart was filled with a variety of mixed emotions, just like her expression.
She went to Mount Huangshan when she was eight years old and stayed there for eight years, which was also her happiest time. It was not until she was sixteen that her master sent her to Mount Emei in Western Shu, which has been three years. These three years were the most tormenting three years for her.
Now she has returned to Huangshan following the order of her master. Oh, this master, her current master, is the head of Emei, the leader of Xuanmen, Miaoyi Zhenren Qi Shuming, not Master Canxia of Wenbi Peak in Huangshan.
But how can one person have two masters?
If I go back and see my master now, what should I call him? Should I call him Master Canxia?
She felt a little ridiculous.
But at that time, on the Tianbo Wall of Ningbi Cliff, the head of Emei and his wife, Miaoyi Zhenren, personally wanted to accept her as a disciple. How could she refuse? At that moment, she thought a lot about how to refuse, but what she didn't expect was that Yan Renying, Yu Yingnan, and Zhuge Jingrui, who also inherited the tradition from other places, didn't refuse!
She was the last one to kneel down and become a disciple. Everyone's eyes were on her. She couldn't say no. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she refused Miaoyi Zhenren. She was not afraid, but she didn't know whether her refusal would bring disaster to her real master, Master Canxia, or even affect Huangshan, which she regarded as her hometown.
During these three years, she obtained the "Yueping" flying sword and practiced the Emei Taoist scriptures. She knew that Miaoyi Zhenren's cultivation was much stronger than Master Canxia, and Emei's foundation was far beyond that of Huangshan.
But she was just unhappy. She felt like she was in torture all the time. She missed Huangshan all the time, its strange pines, weird rocks, sea of clouds, hot springs and winter snow.
She also missed Wenbi Peak and her real master.
When she thought about meeting her master soon, she felt both happy and ashamed.
Soon, she returned to the Huangshan Mountain she had been dreaming about. It was the spring rain season, and there were new grass and pine trees everywhere, full of vitality. She never got tired of looking at Huangshan Mountain in the rain. She went straight to Wenbi Peak and soon saw the familiar glow, but at this moment, she found two Taoists who were looking around, walking and stopping, as if they were exploring something. Now they stood still, staring at Wenbi Peak.
Someone wants to harm Master? Is he visiting us? Or is he just passing by?
Zhou Qingyun hid in the rosy glow emitted by Wenbi Peak, merged with it, and slowly approached the two people, listening.
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Cheng Xinzhan looked, listened and asked along the way, and suddenly found himself in the glow of the sunset. But where did the glow come from in the rain?
He looked up and saw a mountain. The rosy glow came from this mountain, spreading all over the place. All he could see was this mountain:
The solitary peak stands tall and straight, rising into the sky, round at the bottom and pointed at the top, like a brush with the tip pointing to the sky. On the top of the peak, there is a pine forest, with ancient pines winding and twisting, and a green shade. From a distance, it looks like a bunch of green flowers blooming on the tip of a brush.
Under the towering peak lies a series of low stone hills, shaped like a sleeping immortal.
Cheng Xinzhan had long heard of the Huangshan's strange rocks. Now that he had seen a treasure trove, he thought it was indeed worthy of its name, and he could not help but marvel at it.
"Master, look at that mountain."
Taoist Master Jianxian naturally saw it as well, but he first noticed that the glow came from the mountain and was not afraid of the rain, so it was naturally not ordinary light. He also saw that the glow was clear, peaceful, and not vulgar at all, so he knew that it should be the cave of a hermit of the righteous way.
They just came here unintentionally and watched from afar, so they should not have disturbed the owner of this place.
"The clouds in the rain are so gorgeous."
He said with a sigh.
Cheng Xinzhan nodded, "What a beautiful scene of 'dream writing'."
"Mengbishenghua?"
Taoist Master Jianxian looked at Cheng Xinzhan.
Cheng Xinzhan said: "Master, look at that solitary peak, it looks like a standing brush, the pine forest on the brush looks like flowers blooming from the brush, and the hills and rocks under the brush look like immortals lying down. It must be that the immortals' creative ideas welled up in their dreams, and the flowers bloomed from the standing brush beside them."
Taoist Jianxian listened, smiled and nodded, "You are good at naming. There are many strange pines and rocks in my Shuji Mountain. I will report to the mountain master after I go back and ask you to take a good walk in the mountain and give it some nice names. You may not know that the place names in the mountain are now just "Broken Head Cliff" and "Falling Tiger Stream". The "Eighteen Slopes" where we live is already the best-sounding one."
Cheng Xinzhan also smiled. Looking at the mountain in the rain, he suddenly felt like writing poetry. After thinking for a while, he chanted:
"The sharp edges of the stone bones are of a unique atmosphere, and the twisted pines are like emerald brocade clouds.
"Nature has a brush that can paint all the strange peaks into a picture."
Taoist Jianxian glanced at him sideways. He had never thought that this nominal disciple had such poetic talent besides practicing cultivation.
In the rosy glow, listening to the young and handsome Taoist priest talk about the scene of "dreaming of writing flowers" and chanting poems in praise of the mountain, and sensing the clear and righteous energy from the two men, Zhou Qingyun realized that he must have been overly suspicious and misunderstood. It would be rude to hide his figure any further.
"I wonder which two Taoist priests you are here with, and what are you doing here at Wenbi Peak?"
In the rosy glow, a girl in a yellow dress walked out and appeared in front of the two people.
Taoist Jianxian and Cheng Xinzhan were both shocked when they heard this. How could they not notice someone at such a close distance?
When he saw such a young girl walking out of the rosy glow, he was even more surprised and confused for a moment.
Taoist Jianxian stepped forward, holding the Three Pure Ones seal in his hand and bowed, "Tao Jianxian of Sanqing Mountain and his disciple Cheng Xinzhan greet you, senior. We are sorry to have entered your precious place by mistake."
Cheng Xinzhan also bowed. The woman looked about the same age as himself, but even Master Jianxian couldn't notice her at such a distance. She must be a master with a childlike face.
When Zhou Qingyun saw the old man and the young man calling him "senior" and bowing to him, he blushed and quickly dodged, clasping his fists in return. He also understood why the two had misunderstood him, and hurriedly explained.
"You two Taoist priests have misunderstood. I just grew up here and learned the method of hiding in the sunset glow. I am definitely not a senior."
Taoist Jianxian and Cheng Xinzhan looked at each other and realized that this was the case.
Taoist Jianxian said, "I see. It is true that we two were attracted by the beautiful scenery and stayed for a long time. It is no wonder that you came to ask about us. Excuse me, excuse me. We will leave now."
Taoist Jianxian pretended to leave. Although the mountain scenery was beautiful, it belonged to someone and could not be enjoyed for long.
But even though Zhou Qingyun had been in Emei for three years, she was still not a domineering person. How could she chase someone away just because they looked at Wenbi Peak a few more times? She said hurriedly,
"Master, you really misunderstood. I just came back from outside and happened to run into you two. I showed up to ask you, but I definitely didn't mean to drive you away. My master has long said that the scenery of Huangshan is the most beautiful in the world and that everyone in the world can enjoy it. You two are free to do whatever you want. If you two are not shy, you can go with me to the top of the mountain and sit for a while. Just now, this Taoist recited a poem praising the mountain and talked about "writing in dreams". My master must be very happy to hear it."
Zhou Qingyun looked at Cheng Xinzhan and said.
Jianxian shook his head slightly when he heard it. He had orders to attend to and could not delay any further. Just as he was about to politely refuse, something strange happened!
A snow-white sword light shot out from the sword bag on Zhou Qingyun's waist and headed straight for Cheng Xinzhan!
Such a short distance, such a sudden attack without any warning, the Taoist priest's eyes were red with anger, and he had already grasped the thunder talisman in his hand, but he couldn't understand, if it was a demon, why didn't it attack by surprise just now, but waited until it showed up before taking action. He only had time to shout,
"Fellow Taoist has misunderstood!"
But at the same time, the mouth of the sword-raising gourd behind Cheng Xinzhan's waist was pushed open, and a red sword light gushed out, meeting the snow-white sword light.
"Ding!"
There was a crisp sound.
The crimson sword light and the snow-white sword light suddenly attacked, but only Taoist Jianxian reacted among those present, 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 clashing was heard, the two men reacted and looked up, only to find that the red sword light turned into a white chicken with a red crown, and the snow-white sword light turned into a jade rabbit with blue eyes. At this moment, they were rubbing against each other in the air, as if they had not seen each other for a long time.
Reporting debts:
1. I still owe two chapters for the monthly ticket;
2. I still owe the leader a chapter called “The Newspaper Painter”.
(All are calculated based on large chapters)
(End of this chapter)