Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 153 Playing in the Mountains, a New World

"It is said that there are four arts of cultivation: elixir, talismans, instruments and formations. I have now mastered half of them. I have reached the entry level for elixir and talismans, but as for instruments and formations, I can only be considered to be wandering outside the door. I don't know when I can fulfill my wish." Qiu Chuji repeatedly tasted and studied the newly acquired Taiyi Jiuku Yaowang Sutra. He felt that even with just a cursory glance, he could gain a lot, and he felt like the clouds had been cleared and the sun had been shining.

Although this article does not involve the specific points of practice, if we look at it in detail, practice is everywhere.
Increasing your skills is cultivation, solidifying your soul is cultivation, reading a book and understanding things you didn’t understand before, isn’t that also cultivation?
Qiu Chuji had to learn almost all of the four arts of cultivation, but to complete the last two, he needed the right opportunity.

It is said that Qiu Chuji had previously used the demon pill to set up the Yuan Gathering Formation in Mount Zhongnan, but that could only be regarded as some superficial imitations. He neither extracted Yuan Qi from the void, nor could he gather all the Yuan Qi of the heaven and earth within a radius of so many miles and release the energy that was already in the demon pill. This was not a real Yuan Gathering Formation at all.

Of course, even if Qiu Chuji mastered the real Yuan Gathering Formation, he could not use it in the world that was entangled with his cause and effect. After all, he already owed the world a lot. If he still tried to drain the pond to catch more fish, wouldn't he be asking for trouble?
After acquiring the new magic, Qiu Chuji, who had been living in seclusion and rarely showing up in public, seemed even more elusive and difficult to show himself to the public.

Several months passed like this, and the end of the year was approaching. Qiu Chuji finally felt like moving. He felt that the human touch on him had faded a little, so he thought about going out to have some fun and add some human touch.

After coming out of the small world, he first went to the nameless valley and had a conversation with Senior Big Snake. Seeing that his cultivation was gradually improving and he was becoming more and more like a dragon, he was very happy. He was thinking about when to find an opportunity to refine a furnace of dragon-transforming pills or shell-molting pills for Senior Big Snake to help him truly transform into a dragon and break the shackles.

After staying in the nameless valley for half a day, they went to Chongyang Palace.

Before I got close, I could hear cheers and laughter, mixed with the roars of tigers playing.

When Qiu Chuji was in seclusion, Yinrui stayed in Chongyang Palace most of the time. Judging from the noise, he should be very familiar with the disciples of Chongyang Palace.

When I got closer, I saw that it was Uncle-Master Zhou Botong playing with the fierce tiger Yinrui on the field. They were surrounded by a circle of Quanzhen disciples, each standing on one side and cheering. At the same time, many people gathered in front of the two disciples, probably signing and placing bets.

At this moment, behind the buttocks of Menghu and Zhou Botong, there was a thin and flying red silk hanging, and their competition was how to pull the silk ribbon away from each other's buttocks without touching each other.

Such a game seems a little unfair to the tiger, which is huge in size and does not have the flexible limbs of humans. However, the game itself is for fun, and worrying about gains and losses will lose its original purpose.

What's more, Yinrui might not be at a disadvantage. After all, he had followed Qiu Chuji and gained many opportunities. His speed and flexibility were not bad. If it were not for the greatly increased concentration of vital energy in Zhongnan Mountain and the many newly compiled martial arts by Qiu Chuji, no matter how amazing Zhou Botong's martial arts talent was, he would never be able to compare with Yinrui.

At this moment, the tiger Yinrui was seen shaking his tail, deliberately showing a flaw, waiting for Zhou Botong to pounce, but after the other party landed, he suddenly twisted his body softly and waved his claws to grab Zhou Botong's buttocks.

Zhou Botong already had a youngest son who was almost three years old. He was sitting on a tree branch nearby, clapping his hands excitedly, as if seeing his father in trouble was something worth getting excited about.

Seeing that he was about to be defeated, Zhou Botong suddenly turned over on the spot and was about to sit on the back of the tiger Yinrui. If you look closely, you can see a sly smile on Zhou Botong's face, as if he had succeeded in his conspiracy.

Winning or not is not important, what is important is to get this advantage.

But before his smile could fade, Menghu turned around and gave him a flying kick.

The tiger claw retracted its sharp claws and slapped Zhou Botong's face with its thick pads, kicking him so hard that he flipped several times in the air before falling to the ground.

Ugh!

The Quanzhen disciples around cheered as if they were injected with chicken blood.

At this moment, it doesn’t seem to matter who wins or loses, just feel the joyful atmosphere of the moment.

"Wow! You little tiger boy, you actually used the Whirlwind Leaf Sweep Kick to fight your great-grandmaster?"

"You started it, you little tiger! Watch out!"

Zhou Botong climbed up. Although he was humiliated, he was not ashamed or angry. Instead, he made a tiger claw gesture, as if he was going to compete with the tiger Yinrui in boxing... and the competition was tiger boxing.

"Okay! Uncle Zhou! Show this tiger cub a lesson!"

"Uncle Master Zhou! You are the elder, shouldn't you give in three moves first?"

"Three more moves... I bet my uncle-master can't withstand three moves from the tiger cub!"

"Ah! That's wrong. After all, he is our great-grandmaster, so we still have to save face. He should at least hold out for four or five moves before being defeated. That would be considered appropriate."

The sounds of disciples playing and laughing could be heard constantly, most of them were joking with Zhou Botong, which was enough to show how "approachable" this person, who was the most senior person in Quanzhen Sect except Wang Chongyang, was in his daily life.

But when Qiu Chuji walked over and appeared in front of everyone, the originally lively and bustling noise immediately seemed to be thrown into an ice cave and quickly cooled down.

All the sounds disappeared in an instant.

It seems like he is the one with the highest seniority.

At this moment, even Zhou Botong showed a cautious expression.

Perhaps only his son Zhou Niantong was still laughing and joking, just like before.

All this happened in an instant, but Qiu Chuji himself had never shown a strict attitude in the Quanzhen Sect.

It is probably just because he is too famous and has not been seen in public for a long time, which has caused cognitive misunderstandings among many people.

Looking at the panic and caution of the disciples around him, Qiu Chuji knew that his practice was still not enough.

The word "immortal" can be broken down into two parts: it means a person on the mountain. However, the person standing on the mountain is still a "person".

Qiu Chuji looked around and asked, "Is there any opening?"

No one answered, so Qiu Chuji's gaze fell on the person who had laughed the loudest just now. Although his gaze was calm, the disciple who was stared at by him still felt numb all over and unable to move.

After hesitating for a while, he answered cautiously: "Yes... or... no?"

Zhou Botong forced a smile and said, "Don't be so serious, nephew. We are just fooling around. We didn't play with money. We just bet on some fruits and candied fruits, as well as some laundry and quilt-making."

Qiu Chuji nodded and said, "In that case, I'll place my bet too."

Then he took out a stack of talisman paper from his bosom and said, "I have written some amulets for peace when I was calming down recently. I am betting on my uncle. I bet that he can last about five moves."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Botong didn't know whether to be sad or happy for a moment.

However, the two disciples who were responsible for opening the market and collecting orders looked at each other, hesitating and not daring to come over to take over.

It was mostly a joke, and the stakes were not serious. However, how should the amulets of Qiu Chuji be priced? They didn't know whether the amulets really had the power to keep people safe. However, with Qiu Chuji's current status, any item related to him would be worth a fortune if it were sold to the outside world.

"Since it's just a joke, there's no need to worry about other things. Regardless of who wins or loses, this stack of talisman papers of mine is just a prize!" Qiu Chuji's words finally gave them peace of mind.

So the two disciples happily took it, and then said, "Since Uncle Qiu supports us, we will change the rules. After the results come out, we will pay these amulets ten points before the winning. Now you can also add more bets, but you don't bet money, life, or your wealth. You can pay with work."

The atmosphere was immediately pushed to a higher level.

Some people even shouted that they were betting on washing smelly socks for three years, which was a huge investment.

As for the "competition" between Zhou Botong and Yinrui, Zhou Botong managed to hold out for five moves, and was defeated only in the seventh move.

Qiu Chuji saw that Zhou Botong already had some signs of fighting with both hands.

He originally created the art of fighting with both hands only because he was bored when he was imprisoned on Peach Blossom Island and could only fight with himself and play games. Now he is not bored anymore, but the Quanzhen Sect is thriving, and the number of disciples in the sect is increasing day by day. There are also many people who can play with him, so Zhou Botong feels he can't keep up. That's why he has to divide his attention and play games with many people at the same time.

Gradually, he developed the ability to focus multiple attentions. When he performed his boxing, it seemed like he was using only one style of boxing, but in fact, he contained many kinds of boxing moves, which could be seamlessly connected in an instant. This ingenious method allowed him to withstand two more moves under Yinhu's palm.

Qiu Chuji 'lost' the bet, but the Quanzhen disciples around him looked at him with even more eagerness.

It was like a god high above suddenly descended to the earth, making it possible for them to get close to him.

Qiu Chuji also talked with these Quanzhen disciples and received feedback about the Xinhu Gong.

As for Longmen Qi, there are perhaps only one or two people in the Quanzhen Sect today who have cultivated to the stage of Longmen Qi.

For several days, Qiu Chuji stayed in the Quanzhen Sect, sometimes instructing his disciples on their practice, and sometimes exchanging martial arts and building relationships with his fellow Quanzhen disciples.

Because of the long period of seclusion, the human touch that had faded a little bit gradually became stronger in Qiu Chuji.

Being well-versed in human nature and insightful about worldly affairs are both knowledge and cultivation.

One day, Qiu Chuji had just finished chatting about a Taoist book with his senior brother Ma Yu when he felt that there was a visitor at the door of his small world.

After entering the small world and opening the gate of the Taoist temple, I saw a familiar woman standing in front of the door.

"Brother Dao! Tian Xin came here to ask for a favor."

The one who came was naturally Su Tianxin.

Qiu Chuji had a vague premonition in his heart, but his face remained unchanged: "Just tell me what it is. If I can help, I will definitely not refuse."

Su Tianxin said, "In my world, there is a Yinshi Youquan, which is the accumulation of resentment and evil in the world. Except for the Heavenly Demon... even the most powerful demon in the world cannot withstand the evil spirit of Yinshi Youquan."

"I know that you have the ability to reach the sky, so I specially come to ask you to go to the world where I am, remove the Yin World Youquan, and solve the disaster of the world."

When Qiu Chuji heard this, he felt a little happy.

Finally, a new world is about to unfold before his eyes. Not only can he see more different scenery, but he can also collect more resources and bring them back to his world to repay his "debt".

As for the problem of the Youquan in the underworld, Qiu Chuji was not too troubled.

No matter how much evil spirit there was, Qiu Chuji just stuffed them into his small world.

Due to the special nature of the small world, as long as it does not involve the soul level like the demon species, it is just a simple problem of energy properties and can be easily solved and converted.

If Qiu Chuji could enter the spring, he could even move the entire Yinshi Youquan directly into the small world and make it the eye of the spiritual spring in the small world.

"Since you have invited me, I am of course happy to go."

“Fellow Daoist, you don’t have to worry that I will harm the world you live in. If you can’t tolerate me, you can expel me from your world with just a thought.” Qiu Chuji said this deliberately to calm Su Tianxin’s heart.

If it weren't for the crisis of the world's survival, given Su Tianxin's caution, she would never have invited Qiu Chuji, such a mysterious man, to her world.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist!" Su Tianxin said while bowing.

No matter how many thoughts you have in your mind, you have to appear polite on the surface.

With the invitation from the 'natives' of this world, Qiu Chuji's arrival in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story was particularly smooth.

Of course, although the world of A Chinese Ghost Story is temporarily named "A Chinese Ghost Story", in Qiu Chuji's opinion, apart from the not-so-likable Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen in this world, every other "supporting role" is very outstanding and worth making friends with.

Whether it is the Demon Lord Qiye, the two brothers Zhuge Liuyun and Zhuge Wuwei, or Yan Chixia, Yan Hongye, Sima Sanniang's family, or even the leader of the Xuanxin Sect, Jin Guang, they all have their own characteristics and charm.

Accompanied by a pull, it suddenly fell to the ground.

Outside the Forest of Forgetfulness, two figures suddenly appeared.

Su Tianxin didn't even need to say anything. Qiu Chuji could feel an extremely strong, evil and cold aura just by standing outside the forest.

"The Yin World Youquan is extremely evil and sinister. This spring was not originally born in this world, but fell into the human world when the demon star appeared. In the past, it would erupt on a large scale every few years. Each eruption would cause the death of a large number of lives, or people and animals would be infected with the devil's nature, thus degenerating into demons and poisoning the world."

“Several hundred years ago, I threw the sword that my cousin Moye forged with her life into the spring of Yinshi Youquan, and used the sword energy of Moye's sword to suppress Yinshi Youquan. But now it can't be suppressed anymore, and the energy has accumulated for many years and cannot be released. Now, once it erupts, it will surely sweep across the world and destroy the heavens and the earth.” Su Tianxin said as he looked worriedly into the depths of the Forgetful Forest.

Qiu Chuji stretched out his hand, absorbed a wisp of breath that seeped out from the Forest of Forgetfulness, and sent it into his small world.

In this small world, the evil energy was quickly transformed into pure Yuan Qi under Qiu Chuji's thoughts.

This was exactly as Qiu Chuji had expected, but a demonic intent was extracted and could not be dissipated, and it merged into the demon seed, making the demon seed, which was already difficult to deal with and could only be temporarily suppressed, even stronger, and gaining a trace of spirituality that it did not originally have.

(End of this chapter)