Chapter 259: Knocking on the Mysterious, Visitors from the East

Chapter 259: Knocking on the Mysterious, Visitors from the East

Chapter 259: Knocking on the Mysterious, Visitors from the East (Seeking votes ~ I am with my family during the holidays, so the update is late, sorry)
The 456th year of the Ming Dynasty, October 16, light snow.

In the Guanxuan Temple, there are portraits of the Three Pure Ones, and an incense table as tall as a person, on which is placed a golden incense burner with incense burning in it.

There was a cushion in front of the incense table, and Cheng Xinzhan sat on it.

Today is the light snow season. If it were in Yuzhang, it would be a light snow, drifting lightly. But in Xikang, it is already a heavy snow, drifting lightly.

He looked outside the temple and had a very broad view. He saw long ridges stretching out and white-capped mountains rising and falling like a white dragon swimming in the waves. He could see everything at a glance.

There are green pines dotted near the gate, standing proudly in the snow, remaining green despite the cold.

Cheng Xinzhan smiled. It was a good sign that there was a snowfall just after the Taoist temple was built.

He remembered something and counted on his fingers, and realized that the time had come.

Monk Han Shi was killed on August 28th, and today is exactly 49 days since then.

He sacrificed the gourd and released the spirit of Monk Han Shi.

This soul has now been refined by the Fire Domain to the point where only a bit of true spirit remains, and it can no longer be seen in human form.

Monk Han Shi could not even speak, and only a faint remnant of his thoughts was transmitted to Cheng Xinzhan.

"God, please be merciful. I don't ask for reincarnation anymore. I just want to die quickly!"

Cheng Xinzhan heard this and replied,
"Don't worry, I will do what I promised you, but you have hurt countless people in this life. If you want to reincarnate without experiencing any pain, it would be too easy for you.

"You have now endured 49 days of burning at the stake, which can barely be considered as atonement for your sins. I am releasing you now to send you to reincarnation. I will put your relics in the sand."

"God's mercy!"

Monk Han Shi seemed to have not expected that he still had a glimmer of hope, and at this moment he was actually overjoyed.

Cheng Xinzhan flicked his sleeves, and a gust of wind blew towards the true spirit of Monk Han Shi, blowing the true spirit away, turning it into a ball of light, and returning to the world.

As for the Weeping Wind Monk, he still has four days of suffering, so now is not the time to release him.

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Two years later.

The 458th year of the Ming Dynasty, February 11th, is the Waking of Insects.

Two blue rays of light flashing with thunder flew from east to west, from Shuzhong to Xikang, with thunderous sounds along the way. Finally, when approaching the Dadu River, they gradually slowed down and swirled in the air, as if they were looking for something.

Finally, the two green lights saw a mountain with its top covered with snow and the top of the mountain surrounded by colorful clouds. Then the green light fell towards the mountain, dissipated the light, and revealed its figure.

This is a man and a woman.

The man looked a little older, about 30 or 40 years old, wearing a blue robe, with short hair that reached his shoulders, not tied up, and looked quite unrestrained and carefree. He had a long and profound aura, and looked like someone who had reached a high level.

Next to him was a woman who looked much younger than him. She was in her twenties and in her prime, dressed in red. She looked very heroic, but there was a little cinnabar painted between her eyebrows, which made her look a little too fierce against the red dress.

The man pointed to the big characters on the top of the mountain: "Kanli Mountain Blessed Land" and said,
"This is it."

The girl looked somewhat dissatisfied and said,
"Xikang is our Xuanmen territory. How can a wandering Taoist from the East occupy a mountain and build a temple here?"

The man laughed when he heard the girl's words. He didn't take the girl's words seriously, thinking it was just a child's talk. He half-jokingly said,
"It's definitely not that we, the Xuanmen, cleaned up the Immortal Mountain and then invited him here."

The man's words were also very clear. Naturally, he was very capable and the Xuanmen had no objection to him occupying this place. Of course, the girl's objections would not be heard by others, and she could not represent the Xuanmen.

The man was looking at the snow-capped mountains and suddenly felt someone was staring at him. He looked up and saw a pair of golden eyes examining him, like two burning torches in the wind and snow.

The girl followed the man's gaze and looked up. When she met his eyes, she was shocked and subconsciously took two steps back.

The man looked at the golden pupil and thought that this must be the famous lion.

He clasped his fists toward the top of the mountain and said loudly,

"Hu Yanjun of Qingcheng Mountain and his disciple Yu Nanlin come to see the master of Guanxuan Temple."

The pair of golden eyes flashed twice, and then disappeared in the wind and snow.

"Who is that?"

The girl's face turned red, and she seemed to be ashamed of herself for just stepping back during the eye contact.

"That should be his mount, the golden-eyed jade lion."

The girl's face turned even redder when she heard that. She didn't expect that pair of captivating eyes just came from a mount.

"This person is so rude. How dare he let a beast guard the gate? Are all Taoists in the East like this?"

The man's face changed slightly when he heard this, and his voice became more serious.
"Don't be rude! You beast, how dare you say such a thing? Even your great-uncle Yu Bailu might not dare to say that he can defeat this mount! If you still dare to speak nonsense after we enter the mountain, you can go back to the Yu family! I, Hu Yanjun, can't teach you!"

The girl saw the man getting angry and looked panicked. She said,
"Disciple knows his fault, please calm down, Master."

The man was quite fond of this talented apprentice, so he didn't say anything more. He just said sternly and then slowed down his tone and said,

"Don't underestimate the people of the world. This man has been in Xikang for less than three years, and countless demons have died at his hands. Now he is a guest of honor at the Emei Xichuan Sword Pavilion and the Baihe Sword Pavilion. Yan Renying and Zhou Qingyun from the Seven Cultivators of Shushan are close friends with him. Ye Yuanjing and Tong Yuanqi from the Seven Immortals of Feizhen are his equals. He is an extremely powerful person.

"This man has a mysterious origin. He claims to be a wandering Taoist priest with no sect or school. But Emei knows that they want to make friends with him and build a relationship with him. How can Qingcheng fall behind? I brought you here today to meet him. I want you to make friends with a master and to see the world. Don't think that masters are only in one place or one mountain."

The man spoke with great sincerity and the girl nodded in agreement, not knowing how much of it she had heard.

After a while, the colorful clouds made way for a path, and two children walked out, one boy and one girl. The boy had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the girl had bright eyes and white teeth. They looked smart and lovely, as if they were well brought up.

The two boys bowed to Hu Yanjun and said,

"Greetings, Taoist Master Huyan. My master invites you to come in and have a chat."

Hu Yanjun smiled and bowed to the two children, saying,

"Thank you, fairy boy. Please show me the way."

The two children stretched out their arms and said,
"please."

So, Huyan Jun and Yu Nanlin followed the two children into the colorful clouds.

Yu Nanlin was fine, but Hu Yanjun could see the magic of the colorful clouds with his keen eyesight. They had all five elements and were endless. They seemed to be rootless, but in fact they were closely related to the terrain of the mountains. It was not easy to break them.

The group of four people were walking in the air, and after a few turns, they were standing on solid ground unknowingly. When the clouds dispersed, Huyan Jun and Yu Nanlin found themselves in a garden, with an ancient Taoist temple in front of them.

What a magical formation!

Now even Yu Nanlin could sense the extraordinaryness of this place.

Both the master and the disciple were looking at him.

Hu Yanjun's eyes first fell on the garden tree species.

There are only three kinds of trees here: pine, bamboo and plum.

These are the three friends of winter.

There is nothing special about this pine tree. It is just the green pine on the snow-capped mountains of Xikang. It is the most cold-resistant. The colder it is, the greener it is.

But this bamboo is not ordinary. Huyan Jun knew at a glance that it was a wine bamboo. He was also a wine lover, so how could he not know about the wine bamboo? The bamboo joints contained sweet wine, which was most suitable for drinking during the hot and dry weather.

But this kind of bamboo is a spiritual object unique to Biyun Temple, and it cannot be seen outside. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is worth a fortune. No wonder it is said that the master of Guanxuan Temple has a close relationship with Biyun Temple. It seems that this is true.

The plum tree is even more amazing, with distinct branches and thin bones and tendons, but it is grayish white, as if it were carved from stone! The stone-like plum branches are covered with tiny yellow flowers, which are so vivid and fragrant.

It's strange that flowers can bloom on stones.

Hu Yanjun looked at the plum tree with a frown on his face, then he remembered something and suddenly realized something.

Yes, this is the plum tree from the Shimei Ancient Temple. It must have been transplanted here after he destroyed the Shimei Zen Monastery.

I don’t know how many demon temples this temple master has destroyed.

Emei is really lucky.

Hu Yanjun thought so.

At the same time, Yu Nanlin was looking at the Taoist temple in front of him and slowly reading out the couplet in front of the temple:
"Mysterious and mysterious, the realm of Kanli and Canxuan on the clouds."

"The more wonderful it is, the more wonderful it becomes. The dragon and tiger in the furnace knock on the wonderful door."

Yu Nanlin showed disdain on her face, but she immediately remembered her master's warning and suppressed it again. However, this girl also learned his telepathy, so she secretly sent a message to her master.

"Master, I am not being rude, but look at this couplet. It is really a bit too arrogant. What realm is this temple master at? He dares to say that he has mastered the mysteries of the universe. I don't think anyone has ever seen such a statement in front of the Jianfu Palace in Qingcheng Mountain."

Hu Yanjun replied with the sound of his heart,
"Don't worry about it. When we go in later, we will know who this temple master is."

"please."

The two boys motioned for them to come in.

The master and the disciple climbed up the stairs and entered the temple.

The Taoist temple was not big. As soon as he stepped through the door, he saw three ancient and sacred portraits of saints. What also surprised him was that there was more than one person in the temple, but two Taoist priests.

One in a green robe, the other in a linen robe.

At this time, the two Taoists also stood up to greet them. The Taoist in green robe stepped forward, bowed, and said,

"Fellow Daoist Huyan is polite."

Then Hu Yanjun knew that this person was the real master. He returned the greeting and said,

"Thank you for your courtesy, Master. I hope you can forgive me for disturbing you."

Cheng Xinzhan smiled and shook his head.

"Having a visitor is a happy event in life, so why bother? Come, please take a seat, and Tong'er will serve tea."

There were many tables and cushions in the temple. Cheng Xinzhan invited the two to sit down, and soon a boy brought them tea.

"Master, I wonder who this fellow Taoist is?"

Hu Yanjun looked like a generous person. After sitting down, he was not restrained at all. Instead, he took the initiative to ask Cheng Xinzhan who the other person was.

Cheng Xinzhan smiled and said,

"Then let me introduce you, Fellow Daoist Huyan. This is my old friend Jinlan from the East, who also likes to travel around. After I came to Xikang, I have been urging him to come and see the Hengduan Mountains and Rivers here. Recently, he finally couldn't resist my nagging and was called over by me. He just arrived. He calls himself Huai Pu San Ren, so you can just call him Huai Pu."

Huyan Jun looked at the Taoist priest in hemp clothes and was amazed. The Taoist priest looked young, around thirty years old, and his realm did not look too high. He should have just formed his elixir, and there was no smell of thunder on his body.

But he looked very calm and composed, with long breaths and a relaxed body. He also exuded a faint herbal fragrance, as if he was an old Taoist who had lived alone in the mountains for many years, and did not look like a young man.

What is the origin of this master of Guanxuan Temple? Even any friend of his is such a secretive person.

He bowed to the Taoist priest in hemp clothes.

"Fellow Daoist Huaipu, I am honored."

The Taoist priest in hemp robes smiled and returned the greeting.

This man had a modest smile and looked like a scholar who had retired to the countryside under the bright moon and gentle breeze. Who else could it be but Feng Jihu who was urged here by Cheng Xinzhan just after he had formed his elixir?

After briefly introducing Feng Jihu, Cheng Xinzhan looked at Hu Yanjun and asked,

"Don't you know your friends and disciples?"

Hu Yanjun understood and immediately took over the conversation, introducing himself.
"I am sorry to bother you two Taoist priests to reminisce about the past. I am from Qingcheng Mountain. My surname is Huyan and my given name is Jun. My master is the Immortal Hanxu."

Cheng Xinzhan and Feng Jihu looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Cheng Xinzhan said,
"So you are the true disciple of Master Zhu. I am so sorry for your disrespect."

Hu Yanjun smiled and waved his hand, saying,
"I am just the most disappointing one under the master. I am afraid that I will bring shame to his reputation if I go out to the world."

Cheng Xinzhan returned.
"You are really modest, fellow Taoist."

Cheng Xinzhan's words were not just for show. This man had a restrained aura like the deep ocean, and his eyes were bright and spirit-filled. It was obvious that his magical power and spiritual realm had reached extremely high levels. Cheng Xinzhan estimated that he should be a person between the two generations of the Seven Cultivators of Shushan and the Seven Immortals of Feizhen, and was slightly younger, presumably with a cultivation level of around three washes.

Hu Yanjun said,
"Mount Qingcheng and Mount Gui are facing each other from east to west, and they are not far apart. Recently, I have often heard that there is a mountain called Kanli in Xikang, and there is a Guanxuan Temple in the mountain. The master of the temple is a great figure. I thought, with such close neighbors and such great masters, wouldn't it be rude if I didn't visit them often? So on a whim, I brought my disciple to visit them. It was really presumptuous of me."

Cheng Xinzhan smiled and said,
"Come when you are excited, and leave when you are tired. This is the way we ascetics visit guests. How can you be so rude? And being able to make friends with the Taoist masters of Qingcheng Mountain is also what I yearn for!"

When Hu Yanjun saw that Cheng Xinzhan was so hospitable and had an approachable manner of conversation, he immediately felt a liking for him and thought to himself that it was no wonder that this man was so successful in Xikang.

Then, he introduced the girl in red next to him.

"This is my apprentice, his surname is Yu, his name is Nanlin, and he is from the Yu family in Renshou, Shuzhong."

The girl in red did not dare to act willfully at this moment, and obediently paid respect to the two men as a junior.

Cheng Xinzhan nodded. He had heard of the Renshou Yu family. This was a big family in Shu, and they had produced many swordsmen in their generations, including those in Qingcheng and Emei.

But why does this nice young heroine look so similar in makeup and dress to that evil star in Emei?
"Fellow Daoist Huyan, forgive me for being so presumptuous, but I see that your disciple's fingernails are bloodshot, and there are also bloodshot eyes, which is a sign of gradual depletion of menstrual blood. I think that when he was eating and moving his Qi, the metal Qi in his Du Meridian was too high, which hurt his body. Although cultivation is important, we should not be too impatient."

At this time, Feng Jihu suddenly spoke.

Hu Yanjun was stunned when he heard this and looked at his apprentice.

Yu Nanlin was a little at a loss when he heard this, and quickly raised his hand to take a look. Indeed, the nails were very red, but he had the habit of wearing red nail polish, so he had not noticed it before.

Hu Yanjun was also a Jindan master, and he had not paid much attention to it on weekdays. After Feng Jihu's reminder, he immediately noticed it. He knew that the child was afraid of bringing disgrace to the reputation of the Yu family, and he wanted to follow the example of Li Yingqiong of Emei in cultivation. He was impatient. When he returned, he must talk to the child and take care of him carefully for a period of time.

He bowed to Feng Jihu and thanked him repeatedly.
"Fellow Daoist Huaipu has a wise eye and a kind heart. I thank you."

At this time, without the need for the master to give instructions, Yu Nanlin also bowed.
"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for reminding me."

Feng Jihu smiled and waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.

Hu Yanjun was once again impressed by the power of these two Taoists, and felt that his trip was worthwhile. Thinking of his purpose, he said to Cheng Xinzhan,
"Fellow Daoist, I came here rashly for another matter..."

"Brother Dao! Are you at home today?"

At this moment, a female voice suddenly came from outside the temple, followed by the sound of brisk footsteps. Then, everyone saw a woman in yellow with a bright smile walking in.

"Hu Yanjun?"

"Zhou Qingyun?"

(End of this chapter)