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

Chapter 419: The road ahead is open, changes in the secular world
Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion.

The four-hour New Year's Eve ceremony ended. The Taoist priest who was in charge of the arrangements and chanting did not look too tired. He was still talking and laughing in the cheerful and festive atmosphere.

A lantern array was set up in front of the Shangqing Palace. The original hundred or so bright lanterns would increase exponentially during the Spring Festival, and the scene suddenly became spectacular.

There are nine candles on each step leading into the main hall, and in the vestibule in front of the stage, candles are arranged in a Yin-Yang Bagua pattern. In the oval transparent glass containers, there are red and light yellow waxes, and the candlelight flickers in the wind.

When Zhang Zhiwei saw Rongshan had packed up the flowers and fruits left over from the day, he told him to go down and help. There would be a dragon and lion dance competition arranged by the local authorities tomorrow, as well as a grand gathering of intangible cultural heritage acrobatics, so there would inevitably be more trouble.

After Rongshan went down, Zhang Zhiwei prepared red envelopes for tomorrow.

The red envelopes prepared by Longhushan have a Bagua diagram on the top, a talisman written in gold lacquer in the middle, and the words "civil and military strategies" and "good luck" on both sides. Further down, in the center of two vertical rows of words, there is the words "Five wealth gods bring wealth."

Some of these red envelopes were prepared by Zhang Zhiwei as a senior for his disciples, and some were to be distributed to guests on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Every year during this festive occasion, Zhang Zhiwei is extremely busy, and this year is no exception.

From the first to the sixth day of the first lunar month, there will be a "Tianshi Parade" led by a Tianshi (celestial master) and a ritual group. On the first day of the first lunar month, a grand door-opening ceremony will be held to pray for blessings and auspiciousness for the new year.

In addition, people are given porridge, talismans (blessings), and dragon dances and parades.

On the fifth day, the Tianshi Mansion will hold a ceremony together with the local people to welcome the God of Wealth and replenish the treasury, praying for good fortune in the coming year, abundant financial resources, increased good fortune, and money coming from all directions.

Zhang Zhiwei prepared the red envelopes, stood up to stretch his muscles, and walked out of the room. A heavy snowfall came unexpectedly.

He put his hands behind his back and looked up. Snowflakes flashed in the dim light of candles and lanterns, leaving behind long and obvious shadows.

Raising his hand to catch a few snowflakes, Zhang Zhiwei felt the coolness in his palm and a drop of water melted in his hand.

"The scenery in the mountains will be more beautiful tomorrow, but it's a pity that all the disciples will have to do another job of clearing snow."

Zhang Zhiwei gathered his Taoist robe in his hands, stopped and waited, watching the snow falling like feathers, gradually covering the whole place with silver.

The mountains and rivers are silent, the world is cold, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and the branches are bent by the weight of snow.

A few people holding brooms were peeking around the pillars in front of the door.

"Master, the snow has stopped. Let's go down the mountain and sweep the snow."

Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard and nodded, smiling, "Let's go together. Put down the tools in your hands."

"Hmm? But how can we sweep the snow without any tools? Isn't there a ceremony and activities for the Grand Master tomorrow?"

Zhang Zhiwei smiled without saying anything and slowly walked down the stairs.

A few puzzled people put their brooms back to where they were and trotted after them.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his arm and released his Qi. Suddenly a strong wind arose, blowing away the snow that covered the steps, and the road was cleared in an instant.

"Wow--"

Several young Taoist priests exclaimed in unison.

This was the first time I saw the Grand Master's methods, not long after entering the mountains.

Whoosh!

Another gust of wind blew.

Following Zhang Zhiwei's footsteps, the way down the mountain was completely opened up.

Several people stood at the foot of the mountain and looked back at the mountain. It was dim in the night, but the lights in the Tianshi Mansion were still on, and there was a harmonious and peaceful tranquility in the haziness.

"Come on, it's the first day of the new year, I've prepared red envelopes for you little guys."

"Wow!" Several young Taoist priests exclaimed again, saying in unison, "Happy New Year, Grand Master, and may your practice be successful!"

"I also wish you a happy new year. Remember to send the dumplings made tomorrow to Master Lingyu in the back mountain as soon as possible." Zhang Zhiwei reminded.

"Yes! But Grand Master, what mistake did the old master make that he cannot come out on New Year's Eve?" asked a little Taoist boy.

Zhang Zhiwei touched the Taoist boy's head and did not answer directly. He just said: "People who practice cultivation should always ask their hearts. If their hearts are sincere, they will know everything about the path they should take."

“Oh oh oh…” A few people responded as if they understood.

"Okay, the snow has been cleared, let's go back."

"Then, Master, please go first." Several people made way.

"You guys go back first, I'll walk back slowly, I'm old."

"Um--?"

"Alright, alright, it's alright, go ahead."

After Zhang Zhiwei persuaded them again and again, several little Taoist children jumped and skipped onto the stairs.

Zhang Zhiwei looked around and saw the stone steps leading into the mountain leading to the brightly lit Tianshi Mansion, or the even more vast and profound starry sky.

He stopped in front of the steps, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and thought of the figure of his master Zhang Jingqing.

"Master, please let me carry on your unfinished journey."

···
Northeast, the headquarters of Shamanism.

Guan Shihua sat cross-legged on the sofa, staring at the TV in boredom: "Oh my god, what the hell is this? It's so annoying to watch."

"Why isn't 'Unforgettable Spring Night' played yet?"

Guan Shihua turned off the TV, threw the remote control away, and pulled the quilt next to her over to cover herself.

I'm old now and don't have the energy to stay up late like the young people. Besides, the Spring Festival Gala itself is not very interesting and it's torture to watch it any longer.

what--

After a long yawn, Deng Youfu rushed in anxiously.

"Aunt! Aunt! Something terrible has happened!"

"What happened? Is the sky falling?" Guan Shihua asked casually.

"It's the immortals..."

Upon hearing this, Guan Shihua's face changed, he jumped out of bed, and hurried to the ancestral hall.

The hall where the immortals were worshipped was now filled with smoke and negative energy. The offerings on the table had been eaten up. Even the roasted chickens and pig heads that were placed there during the immortals' abstention from meat were all eaten up.

The tablet was shaking continuously, and the whole hall seemed to be shaking.

"My fellow immortals, what's going on?"

“Not enough!” There was an echo in the air, “The tribute is not enough! Hahahahaha!”

"Nothing happened today for no reason. Xiaohuazi, don't be nervous. We are just too happy! We should celebrate the New Year today!"

Yin Qi accumulated, and the pitch-black clouds opened countless eyes in an instant. Occasionally, you could see fox tails and black-scaled bodies swimming in it.

Guan Shihua waved her hand, arranged for Deng Youfu to send additional tribute, and also offered a few sticks of incense reverently.

"What happened? It's rare that you immortals are so happy?"

"Hey, hey, hey, go out and take a look, go out and take a look!"

Swish!
After throwing down these words, the Yin Qi gathered in the house suddenly dissipated. Guan Shihua followed the instructions, left the ancestral hall, and jumped onto the roof.

Nothing happened around. There were scattered snowflakes falling from the sky, carried by the wind and swirling rapidly.

"There's nothing..."

"Could it be that my level is too low and I can't see anything!?"

Finally, a sound echoed in the air again.

"The path to immortality has been opened. In this way, perhaps we can recreate the feats of our ancestors during the Shang and Zhou dynasties!"

The altar in the ancestral hall was once again filled with offerings. After Deng Youfu had cleaned up, he also ran out. He saw his aunt standing on the roof opposite. The old lady seemed a little dazed.

For a long time, as a "witch" who invites fairies to work, the power is largely borrowed, not something that belongs to her. The fairies have a way forward, so what about the disciples who have contracts with the fairies? "It's a blessing to call back all the little bastards who went south to travel. The world has changed. We have to reflect on how to make further progress."

"Ah? Yes!" Deng Youfu responded hurriedly and started to make arrangements.

Guan Shihua brushed off the snowflakes on her body, jumped down from the roof, and sat back on the mat in front of the hall.

"What an incredible start to the new year..."

···
New Year’s Day, Wudang Mountain, Taihe Palace.

Five months ago, Wang Ye performed the apprenticeship ceremony again and returned to the name of Taoist Master Yunlong.

At the beginning, Yunlong was indeed happy for a while, but gradually, Wang Ye returned to his carefree state, so much so that Taoist Yunlong would regret his decision when he was meditating at night.

"Evil disciple! All the disciples are helping at the foot of the mountain, where are you going to be lazy again!"

The activities on Wudang Mountain on the second day of the Chinese New Year are in no way inferior to those on Longhu Mountain. The decorations for the ceremony and the props needed for the activities must all be prepared today.

"Master, New Year's Day is supposed to be a day for rest, why are people getting busier and busier? Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?" Wang Ye held three lanterns, yawned a few times, and walked under the eaves.

After hanging up the lantern, he began to speak again: "When can I live a life not bound by time and rules...Alas..."

"When can I achieve great freedom and great ease?"

Swish!
Yunlong was so angry that his beard stood up and he kicked forward.

"Evil creature! Wait until you are truly bound by rules and time!"

After saying this, Taoist Yunlong rolled up the sleeves of his Taoist robe and returned to the Golden Palace angrily.

In the hall, the head sect leader Zhou Meng put his hands behind his back and secretly looked at the little boy kneeling in front of Zhenwu Emperor. The little boy looked to be about seven or eight years old, and he was praying devoutly with his hands folded.

"Yunlong, you came at the right time. This is the son of Mr. Li from Shanshui Group. He has some opportunities to obtain and refine Qi. He stayed up in the mountains on New Year's Eve and came to the temple to pay homage today." Zhou Meng said.

"In addition, the little fellow is determined to become a monk, which is exactly the same idea as Xiao Wang's original idea."

Eh?
Yunlong glanced into the hall. Was it another rich young man who wanted to ask questions?

I just hope that this little kid’s character is different from that of Wang Ye’s evil disciple.

"What do you think? I plan to put him with you as well." Zhou Meng said.

With the previous experience of Wang Ye as a lesson, Yunlong naturally had to think twice about Zhou Meng's proposal.

After thinking for a while, he decided to go to the palace to meet in person.

"cough cough..."

"Little donor, what do you want when you pray to the Great Emperor Zhenwu?"

The boy raised his head and blinked his extremely intelligent eyes: "I want to know what I am and what are those things running around in my body?"

Yunlong felt scared, the lines and scene seemed familiar.

The evil creature Wang Ye used similar words at the beginning.

Once bitten, twice shy.

Taoist Yunlong couldn't help swallowing a few times, thinking back to when Wang Ye gave people the impression of being quite intelligent, he thought he had picked up a treasure, but he didn't expect it to be a blood pressure pump.

"When did you feel that thing?"

The boy looked up and said, "Just now."

"just?"

"Yes, because my father and the head teacher wanted to talk, a Taoist priest took me on a tour and walked through a large cave in the mountain. There were a few stone inscriptions on it."

It is said: A tree without roots, its flowers are beautiful, who would be willing to stop being attached to glory? Life is like a boat in a sea of ​​suffering, drifting and floating without freedom. It is difficult to moor in the boundless and shoreless waters, and it often swims in dangerous places where fish and dragons are. If you are willing to look back, you will find the shore, don't wait for the storm to destroy the boat.

"It's 'The Rootless Tree' by Taoist Master Sanfeng." Taoist Master Yunlong said with a smile.

After a few amiable laughs, Yunlong suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, that's not right!"

"After watching The Rootless Tree, you suddenly gained Qi for no apparent reason?"

The boy tilted his head in confusion. It turned out that this strange thing was called "Qi".

"Then I roughly understand. What Master Sanfeng said is that all trees have roots, so they can grow and bloom. Unfortunately, the human body has no roots, and life and death are impermanent. It all depends on the operation of a little bit of true spirit qi."

What is said in the text is a sigh for the world, but the true spirit of man is obscured by the secular world. People only know how to follow their desires, are greedy for glory, fight for fame and fortune, and are unwilling to rest, which confuses their original hearts and makes their true spirit obscure.

That is why we must suddenly realize our mistake and look back, and immediately reach the other side, in order to avoid losing our lives in the muddy current.

Yunlong pulled up the mat, first bowed to the Great Emperor Zhenwu, and then sat down next to the boy.

"Young donor, you are not some old monster who has been reincarnated. You have realized so much at such a young age. Your future is limitless!"

The boy nodded between his eyebrows.

"It seemed as if a spiritual light had fallen here, and then I saw an old man with white hair, who taught me a few words... The Taoist priest who showed me around said it was an opportunity, and I accepted it with peace of mind..."

"···" Yunlong was silent, stood up and walked back to Zhou Meng.

"Master, something is wrong. Are the kids nowadays too evil, or am I not keeping up with the times? He said he ran into the Grandmaster Sanfeng."

Snapped!
Zhou Meng jumped high and hit Yunlong on the head with his fist.

"Stupid, there was originally an opportunity in the Rootless Tree left by the ancestor, but due to some incident, it was accidentally revived..."

"Ah, this..." Yunlong paused, "According to this, Wudang Mountain can produce extraordinary people? This is not in line with the company's major policies."

Zhou Meng said: "So I plan to temporarily lock the cave and hide the treasures left by our ancestors."

"At this point, this is the only way."

"How's the kid?"

Yunlong curled his lips: "Very good, but it always reminds me of some bad memories. The child gives me a feeling that he is too similar to Wang Ye."

Ok?
During the conversation, Yunlong suddenly had an idea.

"Master, do you want to open a fourth generation of disciples? Look at Wang Ye, whether in terms of methods or character, he can be said to be outstanding. Are we not as good as him?"

Zhou Meng glanced at the side and said: "You are saying this against your will, are you trying to make Xiao Wang suffer the same fate as you did?"

“Hehehe…” Taoist Yunlong smiled embarrassedly.

"Then arrange for the two of them to meet and see first."

Ah Qiu!

After arranging the lanterns and ribbons, Wang Ye yawned and pinched his nose with his hand.

"This shouldn't be the case. I've mastered all 72 solar terms, how can I be defeated by this little cold?"

“Speaking of which…” Wang Ye transformed himself into a white crane and flew to the top of Tianzhu Peak.

Looking around, you can see the unobstructed scenery of Wudang Mountain.

The Qi and vitality flow, becoming extremely clear.

"It seems that since last night, there have been changes in the mountain, which have begun to slowly affect the people entering the mountain. Speaking of which, it's a bit like the atmospheric bureau has been activated..."

"Something must have happened last night."

After thinking about it, Wang Ye took out some yellow paper from his sleeve, put two fingers together, and started drawing talismans.

"Ask first."

(End of this chapter)