Don't let Yu Ding take on any more disciples.

Chapter 19 Safe Journey

"Master, do you think Senior Brother Yuan Hong has arrived home yet?"

Qingyun asked listlessly.

With Yuan Hong gone, only he and his master remained on Yuquan Mountain, and life became boring again.

"We've probably... arrived, right?"

Yu Ding pondered for a moment, then suddenly his expression changed and he said, "How about I cast a divination to see what happens?"

The teachings of the Xuanmen school are vast and profound, and can be roughly divided into five categories: mountain, medicine, destiny, physiognomy, and divination.

The mountain represents the path of cultivating immortality and refining qi; the doctor represents the path of dispensing medicine to cure diseases and save lives; the fate represents the common practice of fortune-telling a person based on their birth date and time.

Physiognomy is the art of physiognomy, which is divided into physiognomy of heaven, physiognomy of earth, and physiognomy of people; the last one, divination, is the art of fortune-telling.

Immortals from the three religions who attained immortality naturally had plenty of time to study these skills, and basically all of them knew a little bit about them.

As for the other disciples, immortality was definitely their first choice at first, but when they realized that immortality was no longer an option, they would switch to divination and face reading.

This way, I'll have a skill to make a living when I go down the mountain in the future.

Yu Ding was quite interested in fortune telling, mainly because he had been influenced by movies and TV shows in the past and thought that the posture of fortune telling was very cool and had a high-class feel to it.

In addition, there was a book on divination at Yuquan Mountain, so he studied it as well.

"Great! Great! Master used to be a very good fortune teller!" Qingyun agreed.

Yu Ding nodded slightly, displaying the demeanor of a superior, and then took out a few gold coins, shook them in his hand, and threw them down.

Qingyun asked curiously, "Why doesn't Master use his fingers to calculate?"

Yu Ding coughed lightly: "What do you know? Today is not a good day to divine the future."

There's only one book on divination in the entire Yuquan Mountain area. Calculating it does make you look cooler and more sophisticated, but the key is there's no textbook on it.

His chance to become self-taught was gone just like that.

Then he began to identify the hexagrams, and after studying them for a month, he became quite confident in his divination skills.

Qingyun asked, "What does the divination result mean?"

Yu Ding laughed heartily and said, "Good luck, good luck, your senior brother will definitely get home safely."

Qingyun smiled brightly and said, "Then I'm relieved."

……

A clear, high-pitched cry echoed from the vast sky.

A golden eagle flapped its wings and flew swiftly, its sharp eyes fixed on a direction.

It was Yuan Hong who transformed!
At this moment, it was not planning to go home, but to go to a place called Qingyang Mountain.

There used to be a mountain village with more than a hundred people. Oh, and there was also an old mountain spirit who had been cultivating for many years living in the mountains.

There was no mountain god in that mountain, so the old mountain spirit wanted to cultivate himself into a mountain god.

However, its cultivation was too shallow and its Taoist level too low. It would take a long time to become a mountain god. Therefore, it thought of using human blood, flesh, essence, and energy to enhance its cultivation.

Later, the mountain spirits and Qingyang Village prepared to sign an agreement.

Every year, it is provided with blood food for cultivation. Once it cultivates into a god, it will no longer eat people and will protect Qingyang Village.

Ordinary people were watching this agreement with bated breath, but the village chief and elders said that in the long run, they should agree to it.

Only one man expressed strong opposition.

He also realized that the mountain spirit was not invincible after he stabbed it when it broke into the mountain stronghold.

He was the bandit leader's number one warrior, and also this boy's...father!
Then, the warrior led his men into the mountains to annihilate the mountain spirit.

A few days later, everyone returned, but this warrior lost his life on Qingyang Mountain.

With that, the obstacle to reaching an agreement was removed, and the two sides quickly reached a consensus...

Qingyang Village first resorted to barter, exchanging their cattle and sheep with nearby villages and mountain strongholds, and then resorted to robbery and child abduction...

When they couldn't get what they wanted, they would use children from their own village as sacrifices.

That time, the warrior's child became a sacrifice.

Of course, although Yuan Hong was filled with hatred at that time, he never thought of taking action against the ordinary people in the mountain stronghold.

He simply went to find the mountain spirit that caused the trouble and avenge his best friend.

As he had predicted, the two sides were evenly matched and both were seriously injured.

Later, the people from Qingyang Village arrived, carrying hunting and combat weapons such as bows, arrows, and steel forks.

He told those people that the mountain spirit was dying, and then they shot cold arrows at him.

Do not harm their mountain god... that's what they call him.

The mountain spirit's triumphant and maniacal laughter still echoed in his mind:
"You want to avenge that father and son?"

"Then you've come to the wrong person. That child was personally tied up and delivered to me by the people in the mountain village. The meat is really tender!"

"Also, his father didn't die at my hands."

“I admit that man was indeed difficult to deal with; he actually hurt me. If these people had listened to him, I might really be dead.”

"But unfortunately no one believed him, and he didn't die at my hands, but at the hands of his own people."

"Yes, yes, he looked exactly like you back then, with disbelief and despair on his face, and arrows shot by his own people sticking out of his body..."

"So if you want revenge, you shouldn't come after me, you should come after the people behind you!"

Yuan Hong felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His head exploded, and when he turned around, he saw the villagers in the mountain village with fear on their faces, but they were still trembling as they stubbornly shot arrows at him.

In an instant, a surge of anger rushed into his mind!

Yuan Hong lost his mind...

When he regained consciousness, all that remained were corpses scattered on the ground; the mountain spirit had vanished without a trace.

He knelt helplessly on the ground, bewildered and at a loss.

This was the first time in his hundreds of years of cultivation that he had killed and harmed a living being, his hands stained with human blood...

Suppressing one's animalistic instincts is difficult, but releasing them is easy, and once released, they become uncontrollable like a flood.

His five or six hundred years of arduous cultivation were destroyed in an instant because of this murder.

How easy is it to accumulate more merit and become an immortal... This made him feel utterly hopeless.

Given his unleashing of his bestial nature, he may have no hope of becoming an immortal, and in his despair, he may degenerate into a demon.

But his master pulled him back from the brink of demonic cultivation... Thinking of this, Yuan Hong felt a deep sense of gratitude towards Yu Ding.

Yu Ding once asked him if he regretted it, and he said he did not, because he really felt that those people deserved to die, and were worse than some wild beasts.

He came here today because there was still a cause and effect he had been thinking about.

If he doesn't resolve his inner conflict, he will have a lingering attachment in his heart, making it difficult for his mind to achieve clarity, let alone cultivate into a true immortal.

The golden eagle landed, and with a flash of light, Yuan Hong's human form appeared.

A handsome young man in white.

The mountain scenery is beautiful, with lush vegetation, wildflowers everywhere, and the occasional chirping of birds and monkeys. It has a natural beauty to look at.

Yuan Hong walked along a small path into the mountains.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, suddenly, fog began to rise from somewhere in the mountains and forests.

For a moment, visibility was less than three meters.

The birdsong and monkey cries also disappeared instantly, as if someone had pressed the mute button.

rustling!
Only the eerie rustling of leaves remained in the forest.

Yuan Hong stopped, looked around, and slowly retreated towards a tree behind him.

Just as he was about to lean against the tree, the tree behind him changed. The bark slowly flowed and two green hands covered with black hair emerged, their sharp nails displaying an eerie bluish-black hue.

Immediately afterwards, the upper body of a black-faced, fanged monster crawled out of the tree trunk. Looking at the figure approaching with its back to it, it grinned maliciously and silently raised its claws.

Snapped!
But just as his claws were about to strike, a white-skinned hand appeared without warning and grabbed his neck.

The mountain spirit stared wide-eyed, its face filled with disbelief.

what happened?
Yuan Hong slowly turned around, a smile on his face: "Old friend, it's been a long time."

"You..." The mountain spirit stared in horror at the person it had just regarded as a feast.

haven't seen you for a long time?

Who are you!
Have we met?
The mountain spirit blinked its puzzled eyes, realizing that the expert before it was indeed after it.

Then I carefully searched its memory.
Then it became certain that it had never seen this person before.

If we've never met, then what's with this "long time no see" thing he's talking about?

Then, it grabbed the pincer-like hand with its two claws and tried its best to break free.

However, after cultivating for eight hundred years, its claws, which normally cut through stone as easily as cutting through wood, only produced a cluster of sparks when scratching it, without even leaving a mark.

The mountain spirit looked at its proud claws and suddenly felt a deep sense of humiliation.

Yuan Hong was somewhat taken aback when he saw his former adversary looking humiliated, like a pheasant helplessly kicking its legs as he was held in his hand.

Is this... still him?
He stayed at Yuquan Mountain for six years.
But he never fought with anyone, after all, besides him, only Qingyun and his master were left on the mountain.

Qingyun couldn't beat him, and he couldn't beat his master either, so he didn't know how powerful he was.

Only now, upon completing his apprenticeship and meeting his former rival, did he truly realize his current strength. In just six short years, his master had trained him to such a formidable level…

Yuan Hong was once again awestruck by the jade tripod.

"Just to remind you, I am..."

Yuan Hong snapped out of his thoughts and decided to remind the mountain spirit of his identity.

But the sound suddenly stopped when he looked at his hand.

The mountain spirit is dead!

Its head drooped limply in Yuan Hong's hand, dark green blood trickled from the corner of its mouth, its neck had shrunk considerably, and its dark face, flushed with pain, had lost its breath.

Squeezed...squeezed him to death!

Yuan Hong paused for a moment.

Just as he was about to throw away the mountain spirit's corpse and leave, he suddenly shuddered and looked down at the mountain spirit again.

He recalled one of the words of advice his master had given him before he left.

Master said, "If you're going to do something, do it thoroughly."

We must not give our enemies any chance to come back for revenge; it is best to eliminate any future troubles.

Master's words are absolutely correct.

He had no doubt about that.

This mountain spirit has committed numerous evils and absolutely deserves to die.

But how can we eliminate this problem completely?
Yuan Hong pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he slammed his right fist into his left palm.

He suddenly understood!

Then, he made a hand seal and chanted an incantation, pointing at the corpse. A ball of flame appeared out of thin air and landed on the mountain spirit's corpse.

Following his master's instructions, Yuan Hong then performed a series of actions on the mountain spirit, burning its body and soul to sever its path to reincarnation.

"call……"

After doing all this, Yuan Hong let out a long sigh of relief.

The mind becomes clear instantly, with no more worries, so there is no fear of being distracted when undergoing tribulation.

"You can become an immortal now!"

Yuan Hong said softly, looking up at the sky.

Thick, dark clouds arrived as expected.

Soon after, thunderclouds gathered over Qingyang Mountain, and thunder roared deafeningly.

Three days later, a beam of white light flew towards the Southern Continent.

"My master told me that after I become an immortal, I should find an opportunity to register my name in the celestial register with the Eastern King Duke."

Yuan Hong's mind raced: "But I should go home and check on things since I've been away for too long. My master told me to guide those guys onto the right path if I have time..."

a few days later.

When Yuan Hong arrived in the Southern Continent, he seemed to be able to see his hometown, Meishan, and his monkey descendants.

But suddenly, Yuan Hong's expression changed.

A battlefield blocked the way forward, and shouts of battle echoed in all directions.

(End of this chapter)