This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 261 Huangquan Left Envoy Xiang Wentian

The hinterland of southern Xinjiang.

In the deep and quiet valley, huge and crooked trees grow twistedly, with their crowns intertwined and surrounded by vines, making it difficult for sunlight to penetrate.

The forest was filled with a pitch-black poisonous miasma, and the ground was covered with rotten dead branches and leaves, which made a rustling sound when walked on.

Beneath the dead branches and leaves is another world. If you are lucky, one step will cause something to explode. If you are unlucky, you may step on a poisonous snake and die after five steps.

The space was shaking, ripples were spreading, and three figures walked out from it.

Zuo Lengxie was standing in front, keeping a certain distance from Xiang Yuan and Chan'er. He was obviously on guard and did not hide it at all.

Although the old demon Lingguang has taken over another person's body to cultivate again, his cultivation level is only at the Spirit Transformation Stage, and the saint has not yet regained the memories of her many reincarnations, so the two of them working together is not worth mentioning, but when the two of them get together and have sex, there must be something hidden behind it.

It's better to be careful, but you still need to be on guard.

Zuo Lengxie took a step forward, and the cold air from the Yellow Springs spread out, condensing into frost, and the flesh and blood of the surrounding poisonous insects, snakes, and ants froze instantly.

Xiang Yuan followed suit and used the formless seal to activate the Three Yin Book of Life and Death. The Yin energy spread and swept through, and poisonous insects, snakes and ants all turned into a pool of thick water.

"Hiss--"

Xiang Yuan took a deep breath, which was epic, and commented: "It is sweet and delicious, refreshing, and the poisonous miasma in southern Xinjiang is still so memorable."

"What the Left Envoy said makes sense." Zener nodded.

As long as Xiao Lingyue is not mentioned, whatever my husband says is right.

The two of them stayed together for a month and a half. They were so close to each other that they knew each other well. Even though one of them was pretending to be a saint and the other was pretending to be a left emissary, there was an indelible sweetness between their words.

It’s so sweet and really intoxicating!

Zuo Lengxie was feeling the fuss. He cursed inwardly that it was disgusting and shameless, and once again kept some distance from each other.

He walked more than ten steps and stood in front of three large trees arranged in a triangular shape.

These three trees are plain in appearance and there is nothing special about them.

Zuo Lengxie glanced over and formed his fingers into a sword, cutting a halo of light like a curtain in the void, and then with a flick of his fingertips, he pulled the curtain aside.

Behind the scenes, a beautiful world slowly unfolds.

The dark mountains overlap, outlining a vague outline in the vast sky, as if a skilled painter had lightly dyed it with light ink. The ink carries the history and the years, and spreads out mysterious colors of varying shades on the rice paper.

Nearby streams converge into lakes, which are as bright as a bronze mirror, as soft as silk, and without a single ripple.

The clear water reflects the ink-black distant mountains. Moonlight descends from somewhere, condensing into a mirror-like image on the lake surface, forming a quiet and distant landscape painting.

The scenery at the Huangquan Dao headquarters was much more beautiful than Xiang Yuan had imagined. In his stereotype, the headquarters of the eight evil demons in the world were all filled with smoke and foul air, with no distinction between humans and animals, and mass graves filled with ghosts everywhere.

The main theme is a group of demons dancing wildly.

Even if it is not the case, it should be kept underground and away from the light.

Master Hard Drive left in a hurry, and there was no sign of the Huangquan Road headquarters in the memory fragments. Xiang Yuan didn't know that this place was elegant and a holy place to get off the bus, punch in and pee. He was quite surprised when he first saw it, and everything he saw seemed new.

Chaner left the Huangquandao headquarters a long time ago and was forced to join Jinse's cat and mouse game. He had not been here for a long time. Seeing Xiang Yuan was curious, he began to tell the story through voice transmission.

The three of them walked on the waves, the moonlight rippled, and with the subtle ripples of the water, sparkling fragments of light, as if stars had fallen into the earth, it was beautiful beyond words.

Xiang Yuan felt a little itchy in his throat, so he interrupted Chan'er's voice transmission, blinked his eyes and said, "The distant mountains are like traces of ink, and the nearby water silently reflects the moonlight. The Saint Lady is like this mirror flower and water moon, close in front of us, and yet far away in the sky. Her holiness and ethereal shadow are not something that ordinary people like us can touch."

That's not what you say when you stand up and push off!

Zener raised his sleeve to cover his mouth, his cheeks slightly red as he looked away.

I like my husband to recite poetry, please listen to me more.

Coming right here!
"I advise you not to cherish your golden dress, but to cherish your youth. If there are flowers to be plucked, pluck them now, and don't wait until there are no flowers left to pluck..."

"The cuckoo cries all night long, and the beauty sleeps alone in the empty room..."

"It's better to be a pair of mandarin ducks on the pond, living together and flying together for a lifetime..."

This poem is quite long, so long that Xiang Yuan could not write the entire text, and he had to string together the last part to include "Song of Everlasting Sorrow".

"I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground."

It’s not a big problem, the number of words is the same and they can be strung together.

Besides, how can an original work be called a string? It is called being inspired by the scene and expressing one's feelings.

This poem encourages people to cherish things. What to cherish specifically varies from person to person and from scene to scene.

As expected, Zener was intoxicated as soon as he heard it. He didn't hear any chicken soup about cherishing time, but only heard about cherishing the mutual affection in the present moment.

Thinking of Wushengjie, Xiang Yuan wrote a poem for her with the line 'I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times, suddenly turning around, he was there, in the dim light', and she instantly entered a state of staring into the distance.

It turned out that my husband was already deeply in love with Chaner at that time.

Oh, I want to give birth to a baby for my husband!

The two of them communicated with each other without saying a word, but their eyes were full of affection. The air was filled with the fragrance of dog food, which really made Zuo Leng feel very evil.

He quickened his pace and reached the center of the lake, then he used his fingers to form a sword and slashed open a curtain.

It is indeed a crooked and evil way that cannot be seen in the light. The location of its headquarters must be a nesting doll.

Xiang Yuan could see that neither the distant mountains nor the nearby lake nor the long path and pavilion in front were any blessed places. It was difficult to describe the special fluctuations in the surrounding space. If one had to say, it might be a formation, or it might be that a powerful person had forcibly merged several different spaces into one.

Such magical powers are truly incredible.

Xiang Yuan and Chan'er followed Zuo Lengxie into the long stairs of the building. Four Huangquan Dao disciples in black robes were guarding the door. They did not recognize the "Lingguang Zuo Shi" and saluted Zuo Lengxie one after another.

After Xiang Yuan and the other two walked away, one of them slapped his forehead and said, "Something bad has happened."

"I suddenly remembered that the young lady just now seemed to be the Saint Lady."

"Yes, I think they are somewhat similar."

"Oh no, I didn't do the formalities just now. Will the Saint Lady blame me?"

"I don't think so. The Saint just smiled at me. She has an extraordinary demeanor and a dignified and elegant temperament. She must be a kind-hearted woman."

The man scratched his head and added in his mind, "The Saint's smile is so charming, she must like me."

Zener's charm skills are average and she hasn't put much effort into it. She's not even worthy of carrying Ana Heiyan's shoes. If she has to say something, it's probably because she's been having too much sex in recent times and doing lots of puffs every day, which has given her a bit of charm.

As for laughing...

Hearing her husband's sweet words, she couldn't suppress the upward curve of her lips.

Huangquan Dao is one of the eight evil demons in Qianyuan Realm. It is well-known and recognized by the world. It can be called a golden signboard and a time-honored brand.

In addition to the Taoist master who is in charge of reincarnation and the saint who has reincarnated many times, there are eight powerful messengers in the sect.

The two protectors on the left and right are Huangquan's left protector Lingguang and Huangquan's right protector Zuo Lengxie. These two have extraordinary abilities and are also famous masters among the Tongyou period.

There are six other envoys, namely the Soul Capturing Envoy, the Life-Taking Envoy, the Good-Adding Envoy, the Evil-Punishing Envoy, the Etiquette-Enforcing Envoy, and the Skill-Transmitting Envoy. Each of them has his own duties and abilities, and they are all high-ranking officials in the Huangquan Dao.

With the Taoist master in seclusion for many years and the Saint Maiden never visiting home, the two envoys on the left and right have basically controlled the entire Huangquan Road. Considering that the left envoy, the old demon Lingguang, was defeated by the old Taoist Quexin and had to take over another body to start a new life, the Huangquan Road is now controlled by Zuo Lengxie.

It’s not possible now. The saint has gone home, the old demon Lingguang has returned, and even the Taoist master who doesn’t really care about things has shown up.

Zuo Lengxie was feeling irritated. He had just enjoyed a few days of good life and was just thinking about checking the accounts, but now the intrigues started again.

When did Huangquan Road become like this!
Oh, it has always been like this. It is abnormal for him to be in charge.

That's no problem.

Let's get back to the point. Because Lingguang was suddenly destroyed, Zuo Lengxie became the leader. Everyone in Huangquan Dao was in danger. The six ambassadors either took the initiative to show goodwill or watched coldly. Some even went into seclusion directly, resulting in a deserted Huangquan Dao headquarters. Xiang Yuan didn't see many people breathing as he walked along.

The three of them walked through the hall and came to the forbidden area in the back mountain. Zuo Lengxie stood outside the forbidden area and said with a sinister look on his face, "The Taoist master's place of meditation is not allowed to be entered without permission. I am not in a position to accompany you. Please leave."

"Thank you, Brother Zuo, for leading the way. I'll treat you to a drink some other day. Let's discuss making a big move in Western Chu, massacring the city and refining a few ghosts and gods to liven up the fun." Xiang Yuan raised his hand and bowed, then walked into the forbidden area in the back mountain with Chan'er.

The devil is like this. When he is unhappy, he massacres the city to vent his anger. When he is happy, he massacres the city to entertain himself.

Xiang Yuan estimated that Zuo Lengxie had a typical villain face and was likely to like this.

Zuo Lengxie stared at Xiang Yuan's back expressionlessly until he disappeared, then he snorted coldly.

……

The forbidden area at the back mountain was dead silent and gloomy.

The trees were still and the clouds were motionless. Everything seemed to be imprisoned by some invisible force and nailed to the spot. Even the fallen leaves on the ground showed no signs of decay, frozen in this still space. On both sides of the road, ancient stone tablets were scattered, with blurred words and emitting a faint dark light.

There is no grass or trees around the stone tablet, and the land is dry and cracked. I don't know whether the stone tablet rejects life, or the life is taken away by the stone tablet. The air is deep and depressing, and everything I see reveals an evil aura.

It looks ominous, as if the laws of heaven and earth also want to escape from this place.

Xiang Yuan didn't want to come at first. He was a righteous young man. He had to be crazy to enter the lair of evil. It was unfair for him to be beaten to his knees by the Taoist master.

Once the small cave was closed, he would not believe that Zuo Lengxie would really dare to rush in and arrest people if he continued to be with Chan'er.

But just because Zuo Lengxie doesn't have this ability doesn't mean that the mysterious Taoist master doesn't have it. Xiang Yuan has a vague premonition that once he refuses Zuo Lengxie, the Taoist master will block his door the next day.

There was no choice but to do it anyway.

In addition, Xiang Yuan was quite curious about what Zuo Lengxie said. The Taoist master not only calculated the Saint Girl 'Jinse', but also the Left Envoy 'Lingguang', which surprised him a little. He suspected that the Taoist master's foolproof plan was seen through by the Taoist master.

The risk of exposure on this trip is very high, and I don’t know if his acting skills can handle it.

Rumble!
At the end of the stone road, an inscriptionless stele about three meters high rises from the ground. The stele is completely black, and the black is so deep that it seems to have no end, just like the darkest star in the universe, emitting a heart-pounding breath.

Looking closely, the stone tablet seems transparent, constantly emitting black light. The light source is the four phantoms in the center of it. The outline is blurred and cannot be seen clearly. There are chains interspersed around the phantoms, as if sealing something.

Xiang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly. The shape of the shadows on all sides... seemed like an upright coffin?

If the ancestors were buried upright, the descendants would definitely... Pah, is the Taoist master a coffin spirit, or is he sealed in a coffin by someone?
Q: Who lives in the coffin?
Answer: Dead people.

For example, the zombie still buried in Fengxian County lived in a coffin before it was unearthed.

In the memory that Uncle Hard Drive left to Xiang Yuan, the only word mentioned about the Taoist master was "mysterious". It seemed that it was a woman, who might be dead.

Xiang Yuan didn't understand what it meant at first. He just thought that the Taoist master was in charge of reincarnation and life and death were in some unpredictable state. Only when he saw the coffin did he understand that when Master Hard Drive said he was dead, it was purely literal.

Buzz!
Invisible waves dissipated, and in the stone tablet, it seemed as if a pair of eyes slowly opened, deep and boundless, looking down at Xiang Yuan and Chan'er, seeing them clearly inside and out.

"Since you two are here, I guess Jinse must be dead..."

The Taoist master's voice was ethereal, both illusory and real. From what one could tell, it was indeed a woman's voice.

However, her first words were like a bolt from the blue, directly pointing out that Zener was not a saint.

No, Jinse is not dead, she just stayed with Chaner in a different way.

Just as Xiang Yuan was about to explain, the Taoist master's eyes fell on him: "I failed to take over Lingguang's body, and was miserably defeated by the conspiracy. I have devoted my entire life to making you what you are."

"..." x2
Xiang Yuan and Chan'er felt their scalps tingling. The Taoist master knew everything. It was very likely that he knew all this a long time ago.

"The Yellow Springs Path cannot be without a Saint. From today on, you are the Saint of the Yellow Springs Path."

Inside the stone tablet, the coffin was slowly pushed open, accompanied by the sound of chains dragging, and a skeletal hand wrapped in bandages stretched out from the coffin. The fingertips lightly tapped, and a black light appeared and sank straight into Chaner's brow.

The Taoist master spoke in a deep voice, like a whisper from Huangquan: "This is the secret method of the Saint of Huangquan Dao, 'The Sutra of Reincarnation and Rebirth'. There are many omissions in what you have learned before, and it was tampered with and misinterpreted by Jinse. Now I will give you the original version, and you can be my disciple. I hope you will practice diligently and don't be greedy for the love of children."

Zener's mind was shocked, and he felt a mysterious force surging from his brows. Words flowed like a river, penetrating his whole body. Many unclear points in the past suddenly became clear. He subconsciously lowered his head and said, "Zener thanks the Taoist master for teaching me the skills."

The withered hand slowly withdrew, the coffin closed, the sound of chains gradually subsided, and the stone tablet returned to silence.

Xiang Yuan: “???”

Wait a minute, did I miss something, for example, the Huangquan Road cannot be without a Zuo Shi. From today on, you are the Zuo Shi of the Huangquan Road.

Xiang Yuan thought a lot, but he didn't expect that the Taoist master would be so easy to talk to. His voice was cold and majestic, but unexpectedly nice to hear.

"Lingguang died because of you. You bear the consequences of Lingguang's actions. You are the Left Envoy of Huangquan."

The Taoist master's voice came a little late from the stone tablet, saying something that frightened Xiang Yuan: "Lingguang was killed by the Taoist Quexin of Benxin Dao. He was not as good as him and died in a scheme. If I am not mistaken, you are the disciple of the Taoist Quexin. Is that right?"

Xiang Yuan swallowed his saliva dryly, tapped the ground with his toes, and confirmed that the jade tattoo on the sole of his foot was still there. He felt relieved and said honestly, "The Left Envoy of Huangquan pays homage to the Taoist Master. I am willing to serve the Taoist Master at all times, even if I die!"

As he said this, he knelt on one knee, realized his mistake and turned back to the dark side.

Fengxian Xiangyuan has been wandering for half his life and has never met a wise master. If the Taoist master does not abandon him, he is willing to bring his talent to the underworld.

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"Since you don't deny it, I guess you are the disciple of the Taoist Quexin. Well, Lingguang is your fellow uncle, and you are of the same lineage. It is only right that you inherit his position as the Left Emissary." The Taoist master spoke in a flat tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Chaner tilted his head and looked at Xiang Yuan. For the first time, he realized that his husband was born in the Benxin Dao and was the nephew of the old demon Lingguang.

All along, Chaner thought Xiang Yuan was a disciple of Tiandao Sect.

If she remembered correctly, Benxin Dao was a first-rate force in Northern Qi.

The question is, why would Xiang Yuan, who was born in Benxin Dao of Northern Qi, wander around Western Chu and Southern Xinjiang? Is there any explanation?

Xiang Yuan's loyal appearance did not satisfy the Taoist master, so she slowly said, "I am a disciple of Benxin Dao. What is your name and Taoist name?"

Xiang Yuan was silent for a while, and finally said truthfully: "Xiang Yuan, my Taoist name is Wentian."

"Xiang Wentian is far away. From today on, you are the Left Envoy of Huangquan, Xiang Wentian."

Could you please stop calling me Xiang Wentian? It sounds weird, as if you don’t have a dick!

No, the Taoist master has just accepted Chaner as his disciple. Rounding it off, the master is the father, so it is clearly Ren Woxing.

Ren Woxing has a little dick.

While complaining about The Adventures of Tintin, Xiang Yuan said loyally: "The Left Envoy of Huangquan, Xiang Wentian, pays homage to the Taoist master. The Taoist master is both civil and martial, and has benefited the common people. For thousands of years, he will unify Qianyuan!"

"..." x2
Zener rolled his eyes. His husband's ability to flatter was just so-so. He must have not practiced enough.

It’s not a big problem. Just go back and pat her on the back and practice hard.

The Taoist master was silent for a moment. No matter what, Huangquan Dao was an organized, premeditated and regular gang. With people like Xiang Yuan, the style of Huangquan Dao would sooner or later be distorted.

"Master?!"

The stone tablet slowly sank, and the Taoist master left and returned to the cycle of reincarnation to take charge.

Xiang Yuan stood up and stroked his chin, looking at Chan'er beside him: "You may not believe this, but my opinion of Huangquan Dao has changed. At least the master is easy to talk to."

Zener didn't know how to answer. He thought for a long time before saying, "The Samsara Sutra is quite consistent with me. The phantom of the Yellow Spring Mother Tree... does not have any roots."

What do you mean? Jinse hit the jackpot by accident and the fake martial arts she taught you became the real one?
Xiang Yuan was about to ask a question when he was shocked. Yes, since Jinse was a real saint, why was the skill given to her by the Taoist master wrong, while Chaner got the real skill?

Thinking again about the brief fight between the two women, the phantom of the Yellow Spring Mother Tree summoned by Jinse was defeated everywhere. There was no bad money driving out good money. From the beginning to the end, the real good money had always been in Chaner's hands.

It's a bit confusing, but Xiang Yuan thought of a possibility. Jinse is not the Yellow Spring Saint at all. It's the hard drive prepared by the Taoist master for Chaner. Chaner is the real Saint.

When I think about it this way, the spiritual light of the same hard drive...is it the calculation of the foolish master, or the calculation of the Taoist master?

Or maybe, the Taoist master predicted the simple-minded master's prediction, and the simple-minded master predicted that the Taoist master predicted his prediction?
Xiang Yuan patted his head. As he said before, these calculating guys are really annoying.

……

The camera turns and Zener arrives at the Holy Maiden Temple, where he meets an acquaintance.

She was wearing a long green dress, light makeup, her black hair was tied up in a bun, her eyebrows were as green as distant mountains, and her lips were like peach blossoms in March. When she saw Zener coming, she bowed and greeted him with a happy face.

Holding the zither.

Baoqin was Chaner's maid. Xiang Yuan's first step into Southern Xinjiang was through her. So, she could be said to be one of the matchmakers who brought Xiang Yuan and Chaner together.

"Why are you here?"

Chaner frowned slightly. She remembered clearly that she had never arranged for Baoqin to arrive at the Huangquan Dao headquarters, and she had been free-range for some time.

Why is Baoqin here?
Chaner glanced at Xiang Yuan, who shook his head slightly. Why else could he do that? He had received an order from the 'Saint Lady'.

Stop daydreaming, you are destined to be a witch in this life, just be a good Saint of the Underworld!
"Baoqin received the letter from the Saint Lady and immediately rushed here. She has arranged all matters concerning the Saint Lady's Palace."

Baoqin replied and stood up. Then she noticed Xiang Yuan beside Chan'er. She frowned slightly and remembered where she had seen this face before. She was immediately surprised: "You, you are from Fengxian County...that human medicine, why are you here?"

"Little maid, how can you talk to me?"

Xiang Yuan laughed grimly and said to Chan'er, "Lady Saint, you are such an ignorant maid, you don't know any rules. I will play with you for a few days, no, I will train you for a few days, and I promise to return you a well-educated and well-mannered maid, what do you think?"

Indeed, he just believes whatever others say, without any brains at all. He deserves a lesson!
Chan'er raised the corner of his mouth, and in Baoqin's pale gaze, he said lightly: "Thank you for your tricks, I know your methods, any woman who falls into your clutches will surely be worse than death. Although Baoqin's words are rude, it is not a crime punishable by death, a small punishment will be enough, don't break it, especially don't lose any parts."

"Jiejiejiejie————"

“Hehehe——”

As soon as the couple arrived at the Yellow Springs Road, they easily adapted to their new identities, singing in unison, and it didn't seem like they were acting at all.

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