Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 244: The whereabouts of Xuanwu, the "Mad Queen Qimen" of Wudang Mountain

Xuanwu, born in the north as the water, is the god of treacherous, slanderous, and thieves.

He is fond of plotting and causing harm, and is in charge of thieves, escapes, and quarrels. There is a Suzaku hidden under the Xuanwu. The Suzaku originally belonged to the southern god of fire, but the position of the Xuanwu Zishui in the north is exactly the place where the Binghuo is conceived, so the Suzaku is hidden under the Xuanwu.

Among the eight deceitful gods, the Teng Snake represents fear, evil and strangeness, and represents falsehood; the White Tiger represents killing and is a vicious god; the Black Tortoise represents conspiracy and assassination, and represents unclearness and obscurity.

Snapped!
Yan Huan threw the heavy documents onto the hotel desk with great effort.

"You eight deceitful gods, all of you like to hide like this, right?"

The printed paper that was stained with the smell of toner was covered with traces of black pen outlines. The information Zhao Fangxu provided all pointed to one place for Xuanwu's whereabouts - Wudang Mountain.

When talking about Wudang Mountain, people naturally think of the Wudang Sect.

The Wudang Sect was founded by the Taoist Zhang Sanfeng more than 700 years ago. With Wudang Mountain as its home mountain, it emphasizes Sanfeng's Wudang internal martial arts, attaches importance to inner alchemy practice, is good at thunder magic and talismans, emphasizes loyalty and filial piety, advocates the unity of the three religions, takes "Taoism" as the common source of the three religions, and also advocates the dual cultivation of sex and life.

The most important thing is that the Wudang Sect worships "True Martial Emperor" as its main god.

Zhenwu, also known as Yuanwu, "yuan" is the same as "xuan", so it is also called Xuanwu.

Song Zhenzong Zhao Heng, in order to avoid the name of his ancestor Zhao Xuanlang, changed Xuanwu to Zhenwu and honored him as "Yousheng Emperor".

According to the "Tai Shang Shuo Xuan Tian Da Sheng Zhen Wu's Original Biography of Divine Mantras and Wonderful Scriptures", Xuan Wu is the 42nd incarnation of Taishang Laojun. He practiced in Wudang Mountain for years, achieved success, ascended to heaven and became a god. He was named "Xuantian God" by the Jade Emperor and guarded the north.

This is exactly what makes Yan Huan embarrassed. He is most afraid that the spiritual object he is looking for is related to famous sects and aristocratic families.

In the past, I was looking for the white tiger in Zhuge Bagua Village, which was out of gratitude to the Zhuge family.

It would be fine if the Wudang Sect was unaware of the existence of Xuanwu, but if the sect really linked it with the Zhenwu Emperor and regarded him as a divine beast that protects the mountain, then it would be difficult to speak up.

"Old Wang, are you staying at home now, or have you gone back to Wudang Mountain to relax?" Yan Huan called Wang Ye.

"That's not true." Wang Ye's leisurely voice came from the other side, "I am practicing hard in the mountains. Do you understand practicing hard?"

"You've been so popular these days. It's said that Ding Shimaan, one of the two heroes, was defeated by you. Is that true?"

Yan Huan replied, "Who knows?"

"Let's get back to the point. I'm planning to go to Wudang Mountain. Do you have any giant turtles or anything like that there?"

Wang Ye turned over the roasted sweet potatoes in the ashes of the fire, while holding his chin and thinking.

"There is a stone statue of a turtle carrying a stele, but that thing should be called a Bixi."

"Why are you looking for the turtle? Are you targeting some great spirit in Wudang Mountain?"

"The only spiritual animal in Wudang Mountain is the white crane on the top of the mountain. At that time, I stepped on the back of one, hoping to ride the crane down to Wudang Mountain. But guess what happened? Ha! The crane didn't like me at all."

Yan Huan lay back on the bed, staring at the European-style chandelier, "You even guessed the ghost search?"

"No need to guess. There are rumors in the circle that you are looking for spirits everywhere, killing people and extracting souls to refine evil spirits. If you are not Quan Xing, your reputation for evil is even worse than Quan Xing's."

Wang Ye used a branch to pick out the sweet potatoes from the ash pile and carefully removed the ashes on top.

Yan Huan smiled, "It has been spread like this."

But it’s okay, as he has a bad reputation, he will be less likely to get into trouble.

"It's okay. Others may not know your character, but I know it. I'll go down to pick you up when I get the notification... Hey! Master, I'm not lazy! This roasted sweet potato is a token of my disciple's love. It's all for you, Master, and Grand Master..."

Wang Ye's hurried explanation came from the other end of the phone, followed by Taoist Yunlong's angry shout, and then there was no more movement.

Yan Huan threw his phone onto the bedside table and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

The company spoke up for the Wang family, giving itself great autonomy in making decisions about Wang Ai. It would depend on whether this old fat man who dotes on his grandson would do something stupid in anger. Regarding Xuanwu, Wudang Mountain is located in Danjiangkou City, Shiyan, in the northwest of Hubei. If the search for spirits goes smoothly, we can go to Daliang Mountain.

If Xuanwu is not found, it means that there is a problem with the information provided by the company. As a bargaining chip for cooperation between the two parties, Yan Huan also has reason to let the comrades in the Information Department of "Nadutong" continue their efforts.

After planning the itinerary, Yan Huan closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, Danjiangkou, Hubei.

Wudang Mountain, a holy place of Taoism in China, looks like a fairyland with "a temple every five miles and a palace every ten miles, with red walls and green tiles looking exquisite, towers reflecting the golden and silver air, and forests and peaks like a painting mirror".

After a winter snowfall, you can see jade trees and silver flowers and hanging icicles in the mountains nearby, and mountains covered with snow and exquisite rime in the distance.

Wang Ye stood in the cold wind, curled up, his Taoist robe fluttering in the wind. Even in this cold day, the wind could not dispel the lazy and tired look on his face.

"Okay, let's go into the mountains. I've already told my master."

"It will probably take some time to find something. Since there are not enough rooms in the mountains, I have booked a B&B for you - Yinxian Bieyuan. Remember to tell me my name."

Wang Ye walked in front to lead the way. The snow on the stone steps leading up the mountain had been cleared, but it still felt slippery to walk on.

When we reached the Golden Summit, Taoist Master Yunlong, dressed in pure white training clothes, was already waiting in front of the Taihe Palace.

"Master Yunlong." Yan Huan bowed and said.

Yunlong responded with courtesy and looked at Yan Huan carefully. When he heard that he was the friend of his evil disciple, he thought he was a leisurely and unrestrained person with similar interests to Wang Ye. But now he saw that he was quite elegant and sensible.

"Welcome, little Taoist friend."

"I have already told you the purpose of your visit. Although Wudang Mountain has indeed produced predecessors who are proficient in numerology, it lacks sorcerer skills."

Taoist Yunlong said that Taoism is full of methods of slaying demons and monsters, catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. He could not figure out what kind of spirit would be hiding in Wudang Mountain.

However, since he was a guest, he could not be impolite. He still said politely, "Except for some forbidden areas in the mountains, you can move around freely, little Taoist friend."

"Thank you." Yan Huan bowed again.

This is Tianzhu Peak. Taihe Palace is located on a solitary peak. The halls and buildings are built against the mountain and beside the rocks. Looking down from here, you can have a panoramic view of the entire mountain.

Yan Huan closed his eyes and sensed his surroundings for a moment. In addition to the smell of incense filling the temple, there was indeed a strange aura.

No, it should be said that there are two strands.

There was also a malicious aura from a stranger, very faint but real, lingering in the clouds and mist between the mountains for a long time.

Yan Huan slowly opened his eyes and pointed to the back mountain, "Excuse me, can I go to that place?"

Taoist Yunlong looked over and his face froze.

With just a flick of his finger, he selected a forbidden area in the mountains. In the cave at the back of the mountain, there were three elders in the sect who were obsessed with the idea of ​​becoming demons. The events behind these three people were extremely complicated and must not be known by outsiders.

"How about changing places?"

"That place is really not good." Taoist Master Yunlong said apologetically.

"Huh?" Yan Huan retracted his hand. Could it be that he had just found the cave where the "Three Madmen of Wudang" comprehended the "Fenghou Qimen"?

This is troublesome. The secrets of the sect are not so easy for outsiders to pry into.

Ok?
As Yan Huan was thinking, the malicious aura from the stranger suddenly disappeared.

In the woods not far away, a black smoke-like figure was diffused on the branches. There seemed to be two bright lanterns in the black mist, exuding a fierce and harsh gaze.

(End of this chapter)