Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 179: Entrusting an orphan to others, burning incense, and resolving grievances
Late at night, Xu Zhiqiu sat alone in the lecture room.

There was an incense burner on the ground in front of the cushion, with a thin incense stick in it.

The smoke rose straight up, but when it reached the same level as the face, it began to sway and scatter.

Xu Zhiqiu opened his eyes, with a hint of fatigue between his brows.

For some reason, I've been having trouble concentrating when practicing qigong lately.

I feel very tired, as if I didn't get enough sleep.

"Eh……"

Over the past three years or so, the years have passed, but the progress of anti-aging has become increasingly slow.

This is not because he is lazy, for two reasons.

One is that his current state of rebirth is already at a very advanced stage.

At this stage, every step forward requires a long period of hard work.

Second, it is because of limited energy.

Although Sanyi is not a big sect, there are still a lot of big and small things happening every day.

In particular, he had to keep an eye on the homework of several apprentices, so at the end of the day, the time that actually belonged to him was pitifully small.

"When Chongguang comes back, he can take care of their homework for me, and then I can relax a little bit..."

Thinking of this, Xu Zhiqiu felt a little more relieved.

It's not that he is irresponsible as a master and wants to be a hands-off boss.

It is the tradition of Trinity School for elder brothers to look after their younger brothers’ achievements.

When he first started learning, the daily studies of his group of fellow disciples were taken care of by the eldest brother Cheng Zhen.

This fine tradition can be easily applied to Trinity School today.

He also wanted to free up his energy to concentrate on practicing, and strive to reach the third level one day, so that he could give an explanation to the sect.

He got up and left the scripture room, returned to his bedroom, took off his clothes and went to sleep.

I closed my eyes for a short while, and suddenly my nature was vacant and I fell into a dream.

For a person of his level of cultivation, his spirit, energy and mind are perfect and flawless, and he is not easily disturbed by false thoughts and fantasies.

Therefore, I basically don’t dream very often throughout the year.

This dream was probably caused by thinking too much in the past few days.

Since it is a dream, the details are naturally vague and there is no need to delve into the logic.

This dream is simple -

One evening, Wu Chongguang led Yan Hong back to the mountain gate.

The two of them called him "Master" and kowtowed to him in greeting.

Xu Zhiqiu gave a red envelope to his apprentice's wife, and then asked them: Where is the child?

The couple looked at each other and shook their heads.

Xu Zhiqiu was unhappy at the time and said: "I have prepared the red envelope, but my disciple didn't bring it back for me? Did he not bring it back, or did he not have time to make it at all?"

The couple looked at each other again, then held up an urn.

The disciple's wife Yan Hong opened the lid of the urn and said to him: This is your disciple's grandson, throw the red envelope in it.

"..."

Afterwards, Xu Zhiqiu was awakened by this disgusting dream.

The next morning, Xu Zhiqiu told this dream to Qu Niang.

When Qu Niang heard this, she laughed at him for not understanding anything:

"You don't know this? Dreams are the opposite of what they sound like. The more unlucky a dream is, the more auspicious it usually is."

"The other way around?"

After hearing this, Xu Zhiqiu wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

I thought if that was the case, that would be great.

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More than three years later,
On this day, the waning moon was in the sky.
Wu Chongguang stepped onto the soil of Kanglong Peak again, feeling a heavy feeling in his chest.

The baby in my arms was still sleeping soundly, with his lips moving from time to time, which made me feel very relieved.

Wu Zhongguang suppressed the trembling in his throat and tried hard to put on a smile:

"Kids, we're home."

He didn't go through the front door.

He tightened the package on his back, jumped, and entered the mountain gate from outside the wall.

He turned left and right among the buildings at the mountain gate with ease, and soon he came to a row of nearby houses.

He used his golden eyes to look at the seven houses and found that someone was living in each of them.

"I guess these are the new disciples that Master has accepted in the past three years? ... Six junior brothers and one junior sister?"

Wu Chongguang continued to observe with his golden eyes, and after a while he nodded and smiled knowingly:
"Four of them have passed the first level, and although the remaining three have not yet completed it, their foundations are all very solid. After all, you are the master, and you have taught them well."

He did not stay here for too long. He walked along the stone road, turning several turns, and passed through the scripture room attic.

Soon they arrived at a remote courtyard, which was Qu Niang's residence.

"It's so late, Aunt Qu should be asleep..."

Wu Chongguang jumped into the yard and gently placed the swaddling clothes on the steps.

Because the movement was gentle enough, the child was not woken up.

"I have been away for more than three years. Thanks to you for serving Master for me. Now, I will have to trouble you for a while again."

He knelt down and bowed towards the house.

He took off the package he was carrying on his back and placed it on the steps.

Then he jumped out of the yard, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it on the door frame of the house in the yard.

"Clap."

The noise not only woke up the people sleeping in the house, but also woke up the baby in the cradle on the steps in front of the door.

Naturally, he started crying loudly.

Seeing the lights on in the house, Wu Chongguang finally felt relieved. He looked at the child reluctantly, then turned and left.

…………

After leaving Qu Niang's yard, Wu Chongguang's last stop was the courtyard of the head of Sanyi.

The litchi tree in the yard is very eye-catching. Its crown is nearly ten feet higher than the courtyard wall, and it is lush and leafy.

It is full of red fruits, which looks very abundant.

"I remember Master said that this tree was dug from Sister Lu's hometown..."

Thinking of Lu Xueqi, Wu Chongguang couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly:
"Whether it's Master or her, they both have the same problem. Neither of them is willing to take the first step, so they are stuck in the middle... If not, I would have called her 'Master's Wife' a long time ago."

It’s so lonely, so lonely.

Naturally, the disciple has no right to interfere in the master's affairs.

Looking at the lychee tree, Wu Chongguang thought that when the child grows up, he will not have to complain anymore.

He took a step and jumped lightly into the yard.

He moved very quietly, quieter than a cat, for fear of disturbing anything.

At this time in the past, he remembered that his master should have been asleep.

But when I entered the yard, I found that there was only a small light in the house, casting a small spot of light on the window.

Is there anything you're worried about?

Wu Chongguang didn't know, but at this moment, he just wanted to get as close as possible.

Come closer and take a better look.

So he stuck to the shadow of the wall and slowly moved forward.

When he was still five meters away, he didn't dare to get any closer.

On the window paper, there is a silhouette of a person sitting by the window in deep thought.

Inside the room, there was a faint sound of an index finger tapping on the table.

Da da……

Very rhythmic.

Wu Chongguang stared at it in a daze, his breathing involuntarily increasing.

A thin layer of mist gathered in my eye sockets.

Thousands of words burst out of my heart, but stuck in my throat, and I couldn't utter even a single word.

The tapping of the index finger stopped.

The silhouette reflected in the window seemed to move.

Then, a voice came from inside the house:
"Is Chongguang back?"

Wu Chongguang felt as if his chest was hit by a sledgehammer. He suddenly panicked and staggered back into the shadows behind him.

At this moment, the door was pushed open from the inside.

Xu Zhiqiu put on a coat and walked out.

Taking shelter in the shadows provided some sort of hiding place.

Xu Zhiqiu did not use his golden eyes either, he just stared at the outline of the person in the shadow.

The master and the disciple tacitly remained silent.

From Xu Zhiqiu's perspective, the man in the shadow slowly knelt down before him and kowtowed three times.

Then, he gathered the golden light and fled far away to the south.

Xu Zhiqiu watched silently, neither stopping nor chasing after him.

"Chief!"

Qu Niang came running over in a hurry, holding a swaddling cloth and a round package in her arms.

"Someone just put this child and this bag outside my door. Most likely..."

Qu Niang didn't say the rest of the words, but her shining eyes had already spoken for her.

Xu Zhiqiu stepped forward, unwrapped the package first, and then opened it to see that it was a porcelain jar.

There was a white seal on it, with the words “The ashes of my wife Yanhong” written on it.

Xu Zhiqiu went to see the baby in the cradle again.

The child was not afraid of strangers. He stared at him with his big eyes and kept talking.

Xu Zhiqiu took out a small nameplate from the child's arms.

It contained the child's name and date of birth.

"Don't...don't let me down..."

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Speaking of the Fenxiang Valley sect, its origin is the most mysterious among the three righteous sects.

As early as 1,500 years ago, there were records of disciples of this lineage traveling around the world.

In terms of inheritance time alone, only Qingyun Sect and the Demon Sect in the world have a longer history than Fenxiang Valley, and even Tianyin Temple is not as good as it.

It is widely rumored that eight hundred years ago, the founder of Fenxiang Valley discovered the "Xuanhuotan", the remains of the ancient witch clan in southern Xinjiang, and discovered the secret of strange and powerful witchcraft from it.

After that, the Fenxiang Valley sect took root in the remote areas of southern Xinjiang, and later absorbed various mysterious witchcrafts from the ancient witch clan, as well as the true Taoist techniques passed down by ancestors from generation to generation.

Combining the strengths of both witchcraft and Taoism, the practice system has its own style.

Finally, eight hundred years ago, he created a complete set of extraordinary skills, called "The Jade Book of Burning Incense".

In terms of mystery and profundity, it is not inferior to Qingyun's "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao" and Tianyin Temple's "Mahabrahma Prajna".

It is also because of this that Fenxiang Valley has the status and reputation it has today.

Fenxiang Valley is located at the southern border, guarding the gateway between the Shiwanda Mountains and the Central Plains.

It not only prevented the barbarian monsters in the Shiwan Mountains from invading the Central Plains, but also, to a certain extent, protected the local witch tribe.

Therefore, in the hearts of local people, Fenxiang Valley has a very high reputation and is revered as a first-class fairyland.

…………

The night in southern Xinjiang is not as good as that in the Central Plains.

There was a lot of miasma, the whole area was hazy, and even the moon in the sky looked blurry.

It was late at night.

In front of the mountain gate, the disciple on night duty was dozing off.

Suddenly I heard the branches rustling and shaking.

He instinctively yelled, glared at the empty space and shouted:

"who!"

"it's me."

Along with the reply, a handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes landed from the treetop.

Dressed in the style of Fenxiang Valley, he looked intimidating without even showing any anger.

"Senior Brother Li Xun!"

The disciple shuddered, and the remaining sleepiness was instantly gone.

He hurried over to greet her:
"Didn't you accompany the Valley Master to Qingyun? Why did you come back alone?"

This "Li Xun" touched his nose and replied in a deep voice:
"We encountered some demons from the Demon Cult on the way and had a fierce battle."

"Ah!" The disciple was shocked, "Are there any casualties on our side?"

Li Xun shook his head.

"The demon has been killed, but the Valley Master is afraid that the demon has other plans, so he ordered me to return to the mountain as soon as possible to inform you to make preparations early."

As he spoke, he looked toward the mountain gate behind him - at the cluster of majestic buildings.

Although it was late at night, the lights were still on, showing that the valley was crowded with people and extremely prosperous.

"Where is Master Lu Fang?"

Seeing that he was asking about Lü Fang, the disciple couldn't help showing some disdain on his face, and said to Li Xun flatteringly:
"You don't know him yet? At this moment... I think he's drinking in his room."

Li Xun nodded after hearing this, then took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the disciple:

"First, call all the people on this list together and ask them to wait for me at the West Waterside Pavilion. I will tell them something later."

The disciple took the paper and was stunned.

The "West Waterside" was originally the living place of Yan Hong, the second true disciple of Fenxiang Valley.

The place has been abandoned for three years since Yan Hong defected and disappeared.

Besides, it is located in a remote place and has never been a place for meetings. Why do we have to choose such a place to hold meetings?
But he immediately thought that there must be some confidential matter to be discussed, and looking at the names on the list, they were all senior brothers with great accomplishments and experience.

So I didn't dare to question it and just went to look for people according to the list.

After the disciple walked away, the eyes of "Li Xun"... or Wu Chongguang after he changed his appearance through bone pinching, gradually showed a golden glow.

Although the mountain gate of Fenxiang Valley covers a vast area, it has hundreds of pavilions and thousands of palaces.

But under the insight of the golden eyes, it is like observing patterns in the palm of your hand, and everything can be seen at a glance.

If there is a place that the golden eyes cannot see through, it is probably the "Xuanhuo Altar".

Wu Chongguang looked towards the south and saw a hundred-meter-high tower standing across the mountain gate, about thirty miles away, which looked majestic.

According to his late wife Yan Hong, the Xuanhuo Altar contains the supreme secret of the Fenxiang Valley's inheritance and is the most forbidden area of ​​the Fenxiang Valley.

For three hundred years, Shangguan Ce has been guarding the city alone.

It is said that Shangguan Ce is a man of unfathomable spiritual abilities.

He is the second most skilled expert in Fenxiang Valley, second only to the Valley Master Yun Yilan.

As a great master with hundreds of years of experience in Taoism, his actual combat power is estimated to be no less than that of the Qingyun Master.

His signature magic weapon, the [Nine-Condensed Ice Thorns], was able to even severely injure a six-tailed demon fox that had practiced Taoism for a thousand years, which shows how powerful he is.

Wu Chongguang had no confidence in defeating him.
Besides, it would be best if we could get the job done without disturbing the giant Buddha in the old nest of Fenxiang Valley.

Wu Chongguang continued to use his golden eyes to search among the thousands of buildings in the valley.

Soon, through the layers of barriers covering more than ten miles, Lu Fang's location was locked.

The golden light in his eyes faded, and the raging fire of revenge turned into bloodshot that climbed up his eyeballs.

Many years ago, there was a night of heavy snow, blood and fire.

The scene of relatives being slaughtered reappeared before his eyes.

In the small village of Tianshui, nearly a hundred people, including elders, relatives, women and children, lost their lives.

Today, there should be a conclusion.

Even though his chest was filled with a burning desire to kill, he always kept a clean place deep in his heart.

"Sister..."

Wu Zhongguang made a promise to the person in his heart:

"I promise you that I will not kill innocent people, but only those who should be killed."

(End of this chapter)