One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 141: Scenery

Zhao Fuyun fell back to the ground from the sky. He didn’t like flying in the air very much.

Drop back to the ground and take big steps.

He thought to himself that Yang Qianguang must have a good relationship with Ma Sanhu, otherwise Ma Sanhu would not have thought of finding out the cause of his death.

This man looks fierce, but he is not a heartless person, Zhao Fuyun thought to himself.

As I walked along the way, I thought about the time when I went to Guangyuan Prefecture. At that time, I was traveling with a father and daughter.

They went to a family in Guangyuan Prefecture to work as spirit plant husbands, and no one knew what the situation was like.

For many people, meeting once and walking together is the greatest fate in this life. After separation, it will be difficult to meet again.

He practiced as he walked.

In the sunshine, he imagined that there were some monsters hiding in the shadows of the mountains.

So after he stretched out his hand and pointed at the shadow, the shadow twisted, as if given life, and walked out of the forest. It turned into strange people who followed him around, moving and dispersing at his thought.

He picked another leaf and held it in his hand to practice the art of transformation.

The "Taixu Wujie Sutra" made his entire thinking leap to an extremely high level.

It jumps back to the time when the world was first created, when everything was nothingness, but everything can be born from nothingness.

To be precise, this ever-changing world is not only a technique, but also a method.

There are no talisman seeds with the meaning of evolution or transformation in his dantian, but he can still cast spells. When he first starts learning, he can perform paper figurine transformation, and later he can perform shadow transformation.

This much is certain, you can still cast spells even without talisman seeds, it's just a little more difficult and not as fast.

After practicing the "Taixu Wujie Sutra", his magical power has actually changed. In terms of Dharma nature, it has become more inclusive, allowing him to have the possibility to develop in any direction.

He concluded in his mind that it was this "Taixu Wujie Sutra" that changed his innate Dharma nature.

If we say that in the beginning he carved the "Red Flame Statue" because he obtained the jujube wood struck by lightning, which made him often pray to the Red Flame God and recite the Red Flame Mantra, and then he used the calamity fire to build the foundation, which made his magic power rich in fire.

So, after building his foundation, 'fire' became his talent, and everything derived from fire became twice as effective with half the effort.

But now this talent has changed.

If he were to express it in one word or one phrase, it would be "Tao" or "Taixu".

If I were to put it in one sentence, it would be: "Nothingness is the beginning of all things."

If I try to put it in a way that ordinary people can understand, it would be: "Everything is possible."

He discovered that his current magical powers seemed to be able to control everything.

He held a leaf in his hand, and tried to sense the wood nature and the Dharma nature in it, which existed everywhere, between heaven and earth.

Use a little Dharma thought as a guide to make it grow and evolve.

The leaves in his hand were surging with green light and were still growing, but suddenly they broke into pieces.

He picked another leaf and practiced. The leaf changed in his hands again and again, and then shattered.

About three days later, a leaf in his hand grew bigger and then turned into a huge leaf, like a boat.

He casually threw it into the air, and pointed at the shadows of the forest. Eight shadows twisted into people, all wearing black and looking eerie. Zhao Fuyun felt that there must be mountain ghosts in such a forest, so those people who appeared were just as he imagined.

He called them shadow ghosts. These shadow ghosts gathered under the leaves, lifting huge leaves, while Zhao Fuyun leaped up and sat cross-legged on them.

Eight shadow ghosts carried the leaves and left the road, floating above the woods in the mountains.

There was wind blowing from the mountains, making the leaves as big as small boats flutter. He took four steps forward and two steps back. There was fog in the mountains, and in the fog, the shadow ghosts were all ugly and weird, making everything look extremely weird.

The mountains here are intertwined. Although they are not famous mountains or big rivers, there are cultivators who have settled here and built temples, opened some spiritual fields, planted some spiritual medicines, and recruited three or two disciples, so it can be said that this is a lineage of inheritance.

Many cultivators who came out of Tiandu Mountain, and many cultivators in the mountains, did just like this, looking for an uninhabited mountain, building a hut and a temple, and practicing in seclusion.

Above the mountainside, there is a sunken cliff. The cliff is like a head and the sunken part is like a mouth. Someone has dug a cave there.

There is a big rock blocking the front of the cave, so it is usually difficult to see. But at this moment, there is an old Taoist with a little girl standing behind the boulder, watching Zhao Fuyun floating forward in the valley.

"Master, is that a ghost?" asked the girl.

The old Taoist narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at Zhao Fuyun who was sitting on the leaf of the big tree, and then at the shadowy ghosts who were carrying the leaf.

After staring for a while, he said, "Look at the ghost carrying the leaf. It is dark but not evil. And the person on the leaf, although he has a magical aura, he seems to be out of the five elements, floating and vague, giving people a feeling of nothingness, but the magic light on his body is pure and upright, and he does not seem to be an evil person."

"Didn't Master say that a person who is extremely treacherous and evil cannot be identified by appearance?" said the girl.

“The evil that Master is talking about is different from the evil in spiritual practice,” the old Taoist explained.

At this time, a voice came from the valley: "Brother Daoist, you have good eyesight. I am passing by Baoshan. Please let me pass for a moment."

The little girl shrank her neck when she heard that the person floating in the valley had heard it. But the old Taoist was quite calm and said loudly: "The mountain belongs to heaven and earth. I am just borrowing it to live. Just go ahead, Taoist friend."

"Haha, brother Taoist is very open-minded. Next time I pass by here, I will definitely pay you a visit." Zhao Fuyun said with a big laugh.

The leaves under his seat fluttered in the wind.

The old Taoist was silent.

The little girl was laughing there, and whispered: "Master, he said he wants to visit us. Are you scared? What if he takes a fancy to our cave and takes it away by force? You will have to wander around for the rest of your life."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Your master is a master of profound Taoism and has refined a mysterious magic weapon to protect the cave. How could he be afraid of someone coming to seize the cave? You don't practice well to help your master, but always say sarcastic words. Tomorrow I will sell you to the Lady Yangjiao in the back of the mountain to be a boy. You will smell the fishy smell day and night and become a stinky girl."

"Master, how can you say that? Later I will go and tell the green-clothed boy in Yangjiao Cave, and I will say that you are saying bad things about Yang Xiangu behind her back again." The girl threatened.

The old Taoist was furious. He took out a ruler-like object from his sleeve and hit the girl on the butt.

The girl didn't even dare to hide and could only cry out "ouch, ouch".

At this time, a loud laugh came from the valley. It was the laughter of the Taoist Fuyun who had not yet left the valley. Then he said, "Brother Daoist, your disciple is so disobedient, why don't you sell her to me? I can buy her back to test the elixir, and I can save her from always making you angry." The old Taoist's face changed slightly, and he said dejectedly, "Brother Daoist, you are joking. The child is naughty, but she will get better in a few years."

"Haha, I'll come back and have a look in a few years." As Zhao Fuyun spoke, he had already floated over the mountains, followed the mountain road, and floated into another valley.

The master and disciple looked in that direction for a long time before they spoke.

"Master, don't worry. This person is a big talker. He always eavesdrops on people's conversations, talks too much, and doesn't restrain his words. If such a person travels around the world, he will definitely bring disaster upon himself. Maybe in a few years, he will die out there." The little girl said like a curse.

"Alas, this is the truth, but in this world, there are always some people who act recklessly and yet are able to rise rapidly. It's really strange." The old Taoist shook his head, not knowing whether he was answering his disciple's words or sighing in his heart.

Zhao Fuyun floated all the way towards Guangyuan Prefecture.

This was his first real travel, allowing him to relax and see the mountains and rivers of this world. He discovered that the barren mountains and wilderness that he had originally thought of were not actually true wildernesses. Many of the better places that seemed to be filled with spiritual energy were occupied by cultivators.

The better mountains have cultivators who are building their foundations, while the inferior ones are where the mysterious light monks live.

He walked through the mountains, trying his best not to bump into other people's temples, but he still always aroused other people's vigilance.

After all, his shadow ghost carrying leaves and floating above the mountains and forests did not look like a decent person.

But there were also people with good eyesight who could see that those "ghosts" were sinister but not evil. There was not a trace of evil in Zhao Fuyun. He was an upright cultivator, not one of those people who exorcised ghosts and spirits.

He practiced and trained while observing the mountains and rivers. It took him about half a month to reach Guangyuan Prefecture.

No one knew the real name of the person he wanted to inquire about. He called himself Qingxi Taoist and had lived in Guangyuan Prefecture for about ten years.

He usually lived in Liangjie Mountain, but he often came to Guangyuan Prefecture's market.

Guangyuan Market has been run by local noble families for many years. It has always been stable and prosperous, especially on the big market day of each month, when monks gather here.

If there are monks who do not want to practice asceticism anymore, they will look for a family in this market to recruit and offer sacrifices to them. If both parties are satisfied, the monk can enjoy the wealth and honor of the world.

Of course, since the local noble families would recruit priests, it was naturally because there was a need for it.

In each mountain, those monks who seem to be practicing asceticism and cultivating hard are considered dangerous by the various families.

Because these people may become bandits and rob the place at any time.

You know, in the past hundred years, there have been four major robberies in Guangyuan Prefecture.

The large-scale looting involved looting family residences and places like the market town.

And petty thefts and murders for treasures are even more uncounted.

What is strange is that places like Liangjie Mountain have never been robbed by bandits. Some people say that it is because there are people there who practice asceticism and meditation. Even if they have one or two fields to grow some medicinal herbs, what is there worth looting?

However, in the minds of many local noble families, they always felt that there must be monks from the Two Worlds Mountain among those robbers.

This Taoist priest Qingxi often lived in Liangjie Mountain and often came to Guangyuan market to play, so many people knew him.

The person Zhao Fuyun was looking for was Xie Anlan.

As a local boss and one of the managers of Guangyuan Market, even if he doesn't understand, he can find someone who does.

It seemed like Xie Anlan had been prepared and knew that someone would come to investigate, or perhaps the people from Tiandu Mountain had already contacted him to inquire about the situation.

So when Zhao Fuyun looked for him again, he had already opened a large private room in the largest Qingyi Dance Hall in the market town.

"The dancers here choreograph new dances every month, and there are new people every year. Every dancer must be an entry-level cultivator, and among them, there are even foundation-building cultivators." Xie Anlan said.

"Foundation-building cultivator? How could that be?" Zhao Fuyun asked in surprise.

"That is someone else's interest or preference. It's rare that Taoist Fuyun is surprised. Why not invite this person to meet Taoist Fuyun? It happens that I have only heard of him but have never met him." Xie Anlan said with a smile. He winked at the waiter standing next to him, and the waiter went out.

Xie Anlan continued to introduce: "This foundation-building cultivator is good at using a beautiful sword. She wears colorful dancing clothes and bare feet. She is called Colorful Sword Lady. It is said that she dances once and people will never forget it for three months. Her sword dancing figure often appears in dreams, just like a startled wild goose."

"Brother Xie, how come you haven't met such a person before?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"Alas, to be honest, in order to maintain the stability of Guangyuan Prefecture these days, I have even had less time for cultivation. People say that the secular world is a hindrance to cultivation, and it is true. I don't even have enough time for basic cultivation lessons, let alone practicing the method."

"Moreover, even Xu Yacheng of the Xu family of Tiandu Mountain was assassinated. Now a foundation-building cultivator of unknown origin suddenly came. Although I am confident, I dare not underestimate the cultivators in the world." Xie Anlan said.

Zhao Fuyun finally understood, and the other party continued, "At that time, that Taoist Qingxi liked to come here the most. It is said that he spent some of the spiritual stones he earned from preaching for others in these places. How dare I indulge in it?"

While the two were talking, someone rang the bell outside and then the door was pushed open.

The first one was the waiter, followed by several women, each with their own unique appearance.

Two of them sat next to Zhao Fuyun and Xie Anlan respectively, while the others brought various musical instruments and quietly placed them on the existing shelves.

Then, a woman walked in from behind the screen.

The woman indeed had a pair of bare feet, white and tender as jade, each with a golden ring and a small bell on it.

When she walked in, there was a slight ringing of bells, and even the light in the room seemed to brighten a little. The light seemed to gather on her, swaying along with the jewelry on her body.

She was wearing a pink and white palace dress, with her arms and waist bare.

The belt around his waist also had a row of tiny golden bells hanging from it.

Looking at her wrists again, she was wearing a jade bracelet on her left hand, but nothing on her right hand, except for her fair and smooth skin.

Looking at her face again, it is beautiful and dignified, with black hair on her head, and various jewelry on it. Among them, two sword-shaped gold hairpins are particularly eye-catching.

Zhao Fuyun was sure that it would be very expensive to watch her dance.

At some point, the stone stove on the table had been lit.

The spiritual mist rises.

The sound of a pipa was heard, like a silver bottle suddenly breaking.

Zhao Fuyun's heartstrings seemed to be plucked, and he seemed to hear the murderous intent like a sword being unsheathed.

(End of this chapter)