Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 39 Double Ninth Festival
On the eighth day of September, Double Ninth Festival is approaching.

On the busy Xishui Street, stood an old man in ragged clothes. He looked up at the red plaque under the midday sun and read softly, word by word: "Ting-Yu-Gate."

The old man was leaning on a walking stick, carrying a piece of cloth wrapped in cloth on his back, and walked to the door, leaving a muddy footprint with every step.

He raised his hand, opened the beaded curtain, and rang the wind chime hanging on the door.

"jingle…"

The old man closed his eyes and listened. It was a clear and pleasant sound. Was it the bell?

The old man at the counter, who was introducing umbrella handles to customers, heard the bell and turned around to see that it was an old beggar. He hurriedly stopped him and said, "You beggar, wait outside the door and don't come in."

Hearing this shout, the old man was suddenly startled and wondered why he was here.
Taoist Qinghua's eyes turned cold and he glanced at the people in the attic.

At this time, a young man with clever eyes and eyebrows ran over and said, "Oh, they are really here!"

"What's really coming?" Lao Wu asked puzzledly.

"The young master told me to stay in the front hall today. If an old man with white beard comes, I will lead him into the courtyard." Chengze replied in surprise, and hurried to the old man, smiling, "Thank you for your hard work, old man. The young master is waiting for you. Please follow me."

Taoist Qinghua suppressed his shock. He followed the young man's steps, walked through the front hall and came to the backyard.

Next to the white wall with green tiles and red eaves, there stood a persimmon tree full of golden leaves. The light of the midday sun shone through the green leaves and fell on the man lying on the reclining chair, giving him an indescribable feeling of tranquility and leisure.

Chengze ran to the recliner and whispered, "Master, the person you're waiting for is here."

"Really?"

A clear and pleasant male voice sounded, and the man on the chair stood up. The man under the broken sunlight had a faint smile on his face. He put down the yellowed old book in his hand. He was wearing a sky-blue silk brocade cardigan with a pure white lining at the chest. The wide sleeves swayed as smoothly as flowing clouds.

Taoist Qinghua had only seen such a detached and otherworldly person once, and that was the immortal boy he met on the day he climbed Zixia Peak.

The man raised his eyes, and there was a light in his light black pupils. Taoist Qinghua's intuition told him that it was the man in front of him who had used some evil magic to summon him here.

"What do you want to do, Your Excellency?"

Taoist Qinghua took off the sword wrapped in coarse cloth from his back and held it in his hand. The greatest oppression was when the sword was not unsheathed.

"I am the descendant of Yuling Medicine Immortal, Chen Beimo."

Chen Beimo looked him up and down and continued, "Presumably, you are the Qinghua Lay Buddhist?

It’s our first meeting, so I’m being polite.”

"Yuling Medicine Immortal?"

Taoist Qinghua was suddenly shocked. No wonder he felt that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar. The rain falling on the bamboo house that day and the immortal appearing in his dream were all real!
He put down the sword in his hand and said respectfully, "So you are the immortal's disciple! I am sorry for the rudeness."

Chen Beimo smiled and said, “You have come all the way from the mountains, you must be tired.

Chengze, go get a pot of tea and go to the winter plum garden."

"Yes, young master!" Chengze responded quickly and ran to make tea.

Chen Beimo smiled and said, "Layman, please."

Taoist Qinghua naturally followed with humility.

Entering the garden, there is an elegant stone table and stone chairs built among a group of newly planted low plum trees. Even though it is almost the end of summer, there is still a sense of green and freshness.

The two of them sat down, and Chen Beimo smiled and said, "I invited you here this time because I want to ask you for help with something."

"Please speak, sir." Qinghua did not refuse or question, but agreed immediately. In his opinion, as long as the immortal was willing to use him, he would definitely gain something.

"The immortal appeared in my dream several months ago, saying that he had refined a furnace of mysterious elixirs and was teaching them to me!
I searched for hundreds of medicinal herbs, went through untold hardships, and spent twelve days before I was able to refine this mysterious elixir.

The immortal said that there is a mortal in Yunzhu Mountain who has a strong desire to pursue Taoism, and asked me to continue his relationship with the immortals. "

Chen Beimo said this and looked at him with a smile.

Taoist Qinghua's breathing became much heavier. He could not help but said excitedly: "Thank you, Medicine Immortal Yuling, for taking pity on a dying man like me!"

Chen Beimo said, "Don't get excited, sir. Listen to me slowly.

After the elixir was made, I accidentally dropped one while picking up the herbs, and my cat ate it. In less than half an hour, the cat vomited blood and fell to the ground, and died in less than an hour. "

"Ah! How can this be a mysterious elixir?" Qinghua Jushi was shocked when he heard it, "How can an elixir be so dangerous?"

Chen Beimo said helplessly: "Maybe I made a mistake in refining it and the medicinal properties are completely different.

So, I want to find someone to test the drug to see what the benefits and disadvantages of this drug are. "

Taoist Qinghua thought to himself that something was not right. Could it be that this immortal disciple was using him to refine and test medicine?
Just at this moment, Chengze came up with a teacup and served tea to the two of them, saying with a smile: "This is the new tea from our home, the jasmine flower tea developed by the girls. It can soothe the mind, calm the spirit, nourish the qi and calm the heart. Please have a taste, sir."

Countless dangers of the martial world emerged in Taoist Qinghua's mind. One moment he said he wanted to find someone to test his medicine, and the next moment he asked him to drink tea. Who knows if this tea is real tea or medicine?
But he thought about his life and how long he had lived. Even if he died immediately, what would be a pity? Instead, he might as well seize the opportunity to become an immortal and die on the road to immortality.

He immediately picked up the teacup, took a sip, and tasted the tea: "It really has a floral fragrance that flows around my mouth. This tea is quite good!"

Chen Beimo smiled and picked up the teacup, taking a sip. "It does have some flavor."

After Chengze left, he continued, "The person testing the drug must be a human, and someone with some foundation in martial arts."

"How difficult is that? Just grab a random warrior." Mr. Qinghua breathed a sigh of relief, and after drinking the tea, he really calmed down.

"No, this medicine is not for everyone to take. Only people with special bones can take it."

Chen Beimo smiled and said, "It just so happens that I have a candidate, but unfortunately he is not here. I need you to go there for me."

"Oh? Who is it?" Qinghua asked, a little stunned.

"My senior brother in the secular world, now the disciple of the Pili Hall Guardian, Li Yunhuai."

Chen Beimo smiled and said, "The layman gave him the letter from the wooden memorial, and after reading it he will naturally swallow the elixir in the memorial.

At that time, you will follow him and observe quietly for a month, and come back and tell me in detail if there are any changes.

If the medicine is tested to be correct, I will personally introduce the medicine to you to continue your immortal fate. I cannot say anything else, but I can guarantee that you will achieve the state of perfect inner strength as mentioned in the martial arts legend.

It is even possible to become an innate warrior and experience the mysteries of the world."

After hearing this, Qinghua Lay Buddhist responded without thinking: "Okay! Since you think so highly of me, I will do my best!"

The tea fragrance lingered in the garden for a long time, until people left and the tea got cold, and then it died down.

Taoist Qinghua left, leaving Chen Beimo sitting alone in the garden.

The superior person controls others by their heart and soul, and they do so willingly.

But the most terrifying thing about a superior is that he uses people invisibly, and he is not able to do that yet.

A black snake crawled up from a branch in the garden, landed on the ground, and then crawled up along his trouser legs. Chen Beimo raised his hand, and Beichen Jun wrapped his arm around it. "Why are you so lively these days?"

Beichen spit out his snake tongue lightly, "hiss..."

"You mean, the influence of heaven and earth?"

Chen Beimo suddenly realized and said, "Yes. Tomorrow is September 9th, the Double Ninth Festival. The yin and yang of heaven and earth are in harmony, and demons are rampant!"

Thinking of this, he stood up and put Beichen Jun down. Since Yushuiyuan was almost built and water was diverted, he let Beichen Jun come to this courtyard.

Firstly, it had been locked in the small attic for several months and it was getting suffocated.

Secondly, the compound is too big and there are indeed many insects and beasts, so it is just right to use Beichen Jun to suppress them.

Thirdly, it is also to prevent someone with ulterior motives from taking advantage of this opportunity to bury something that would ruin the feng shui.

If an ordinary wealthy family had built a mansion but had not yet moved in, they would have to hire a lot of guards to guard the house. But he had a guy like Beichen Jun, and one guard was much more useful than a group of people.

Chen Beimo came to the front hall and said to Lao Wu, "Lao Wu, go to the wine shop next door and buy some chrysanthemum wine. Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival."

"Okay!" Lao Wu said with a smile, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have thought you had forgotten it. I was going to mention it later.

I heard that the new East City will be completed tomorrow, so it's just right to hold the Heavenly Sacrifice and Fire Sacrifice in the East City. Do you want to go and watch the fun?"

Chen Beimo's mouth twitched, and he shook his head and said, "No.

If you want to go, go and have a look. I don't think there will be many people tomorrow, so let's close for a day and take a break."

"Thank you for your consideration, young master!" Lao Wu's face lit up with joy. After all, no one likes to be on duty on business all day long.

Moreover, a boss who is generous in giving extra holidays and does not interfere with others' affairs will be liked wherever he is.

While they were discussing, two men dressed as yamen runners came to the door. Lao Wu's face turned dark and he felt uneasy.

After all, the people of this era are not just afraid of officials. As long as they see official uniforms and officers, they will unconsciously bow their heads and dare not resist.

The officer entered the room, saw the owner, and hurriedly stepped forward with a smile and said, "Mr. Chen! It's a coincidence that I ran into you."

Chen Beimo smiled and said, "What can I do for you two officers?"

"Hey, we're here on the orders of the prefect to bring you a Double Ninth Festival gift." A black-faced official carefully took out a palm-sized box from his arms and handed it to him.

Taking the box, Chen Beimo opened it and found that it was a water-green corona made of Hetian warm jade. It was shiny and smooth, and slightly cool to the touch. It was also inlaid with apricot blossoms, and had a fragrance that was so faint that it was almost non-existent, but it was soothing to smell.

"The prefect is thoughtful."

Chen Beimo smiled and said, "Thank you two officials for coming here. Please have a cup of tea to relieve your fatigue."

He took a piece of silver and handed it to the two men, and the two officers naturally left politely with smiles on their faces.

Lao Wu was surprised and said, "Master, the prefect is thinking about you!"

"Hehe, some things are good to know."

Chen Beimo raised his eyes, and Lao Wu immediately reacted and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, this old slave is very tight-lipped."

He took the jade crown and let Beichen Jun smell it. Seeing that there was no problem, he put it away.

This crown looks like a Taoist crown, but it is not so complicated. It is just a circular crown like a ring, which can separate long hair and prevent it from hanging down.

The ancients attached great importance to manners. Those with disheveled hair may be seen as unrestrained by later generations, but if one walked like this on the street on a normal day, everyone would find them disliked.

There seems to be some jade on this crown, and it doesn't look like an ordinary thing. I think Prefect Fu must have put a lot of effort into it.

Prefect Fu is an extremely shrewd man. He must have made friends with more than just the most eccentric people in the martial arts world. He also has superiors to take care of, colleagues to make friends with, and a family to support.

No wonder Prefect Fu is short of money. He is greedy for money. He has to be greedy.

Moreover, compared with many corrupt officials, Prefect Fu at least did not appear to have taken money from the people. He only collected more money from the local gentry and wealthy people. Moreover, he was moderate in his administration and was considered a good official in the eyes of the people.

To be an official one must fight for a career, to earn a living for the people, and to be a Taoist one must naturally fight for an immortal path.

Everyone has their own way and pursuits. Who isn't struggling in this hustle and bustle of the world?
……

At night, Chen Beimo stood in the garden and watched the sky. At midnight, the yin and yang energies between heaven and earth interacted, the ninth day of the ninth lunar month came, the law of qi changed, and the land of Dali encountered yang and became turbid, and the yin and yang were out of order. In the Yunzhu Mountain, groups of green, red, black and white colors could be seen, all of which were the aura of demons.

On this day, demons are rampant, and high mountains are close to yang energy, so many ancient people climbed high to avoid demons. But now, as the country is stable and demons are hidden, climbing high on Double Ninth Festival has become just a custom.

Chen Beimo closed his eyes and drew in the energy, mobilizing the magic energy in his body to circulate. The four waters in the Jade Water Garden that had already been drawn in gathered together, merged and separated, and according to the image of the Eight Diagrams, the yin and yang energy of heaven and earth was drawn into his body. The water of the Ying River in the city suddenly rose half a meter high in the middle of the night, and the waves were surging. The water of the Beikan fell into the Jade Water Garden like a suction mouth.

Then, the surging water vapor poured into the thirty-six acupoints in Chen Beimo's body. It was the time when Yin and Yang were interacting, the heaven and the earth were giving power, and the natural law Qi was controlled by humans. Therefore, at this time, his cultivation speed was a hundred times faster than usual.

In the Dantian inside the body, a fine drizzle began to fall, and countless drops of water Qi merged into small puddles, making the empty Dantian, which had been dry for a long time, feel refreshed as if it had finally received a shower of sweet dew.

It was not until the beginning of the Mao hour on the second day, when the sun rose in heaven and earth and the water energy dissipated, that the rivers and ditches in the city gradually returned to calm.

At the same time, Chen Beimo also finished his training, let out a long sigh, and suddenly felt refreshed all over.

Just this one night's work was equivalent to a hundred days of hard training. It seems that the wisdom of the ancients was indeed extraordinary, and many solar terms and festivals have their own mysteries.

Fortunately, I am practicing the ancient method. If the soul-transporting technique requires the help of external objects, I would not be able to draw on the Qi of heaven and earth with my own strength.

Chen Beimo finished his practice and prepared to get up and return to the pavilion, but his spiritual sense suddenly paused.

His facial senses were far more sensitive than those of ordinary people, and at this moment he could hear the movements in the inner courtyard behind the wall.

That was the sound of poultry, chickens and ducks flapping their wings on the ground, and a faint smell of blood.

Chen Beimo leaped up and silently climbed onto the roof of the attic. He used the building sign to cover his body and looked down.

I saw that there was a complicated blood curse drawn with some kind of blood in Aunt Zhao's yard. In the blood curse was an altar, and on the altar was an old jar. Someone was cutting the necks of hens, killing them instantly without making a sound, and then pouring the blood into the strange jar.

Then two people were seen carrying a basin of bright red blood. It was human blood, and it was a woman's vaginal blood!

Chen Beimo has a keen sense of all things related to water in the world and can tell them apart with just one glance.

The two men poured the blood into the jar, which seemed to be filled with blood as if it were bottomless.

Then there was Mr. Han, who was following Mr. Qi and whom he had met once before.

He took out pieces of tortoise shells, arranged them according to the eight trigrams, drew many runes on the ground, and then led the three people to kneel down, chanting ancient words in a low voice.

Chen Beimo raised his head in shock, only to see a blood-red cloud that was invisible to mortals suddenly rising from the jar. It rose to a thousand feet high in the sky and branched out into countless branches like a vine, covering the sky.

At the same time, huge blood mists also rose from the other eight directions in Yunzhou City. Nine pieces of blood mist covered the entire Yunzhou City!

(September 9)
(End of this chapter)