One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 166: Red Dust

At the foot of Lilong Peak, on the rock wall above Canglongtan, there is a faint crack.

It is said that clear spring water used to flow out from the crack, and in the Canglongtan below, there was a black dragon.

Now, there is no spring water filled with spiritual energy flowing out of the crack, and there is no black dragon in the pond. There are only those dragon-bearded carps that are said to be able to transform into dragons.

But when Zhao Fuyun came out, he saw two people from the Zhou family talking to the master of Mount Li.

Seeing Zhao Fuyun and his men coming out, they only glanced at them. The Zhou family leader smiled and said, "We are doing well, but it seems your sect has run into some trouble."

At this time, the master of Mount Li also noticed that there was one less person among the people coming out from behind, and when his disciples looked at him, their expressions were a little unusual.

"Master of the mountain, the collection in Tianfu has been completed, and we will take our leave first." After the Zhou brothers finished speaking, they paused, and clouds and mist rose from their feet, carrying them up to the sky. This was the Qingyun technique of the Zhou family.

A cloud wrapped the two of them and quickly left.

However, Zhao Fuyun saw that neither Wenxi nor the others spoke.

And this was Lishan's matter. Since they themselves did not say anything, there was no reason for Zhao Fuyun to speak, so he did not say anything to stop them.

Moreover, at this moment, he thought that in that Tianfu, he was the only one who actually saw the two of them kneeling there, and no one else saw it at all.

If they deny it flatly, do I still have to confront and argue with them here?

There is no need for that, they are not our own people.

So Zhao Fuyun didn't say anything either.

Zhao Fuyun returned to Hanxiu Peak, and the four people from Mount Li reported the situation in Tianfu to the mountain.

He is an outsider, a helper, and everything here has nothing to do with him.

But it cannot be said that it had nothing to do with him. Soon, someone came to invite Zhao Fuyun. The master of Mount Li first exchanged some polite words with him and talked about his master Xun Lanyin.

Although Xun Lanyin was not his master, he did not deny what others said.

He then expressed his admiration for Mount Tiandu, and thanked him for helping everyone in Tianfu. Finally, he asked about what he saw in the stone tombs.

Zhao Fuyun naturally told the truth. The masters of the various peaks of Mount Li were all surprised. Finally, the master of Mount Li said, "I will explain this matter to the head of the Huainan Zhou family..."

Zhao Fuyun didn't care how they handled it. He just felt that Lishan's actions were just like the customs in the mountains, slow and steady, without haste or impatience.

But on second thought, it was understandable. After all, the Zhou family members were not from their mountain, so they couldn't do anything.

As for the Taoist soldiers that appeared there, no one knew what was going on, and Lishan was also confused.

The mountain master only said that he would invite everyone to discuss the matter.

For Zhao Fuyun as an outsider, all of this is related to this world, but it seems to have little to do with him alone.

But he felt that this world seemed to be entering a turbulent period.

Or maybe, the world is just like this, and I just know this now, but I didn’t have the chance to know it before because of my low level of cultivation.

That night, Han Xiufeng prepared a sumptuous dinner for him. From the dishes to the rice, desserts, tea, wine, and snacks, everything tasted good and contained rich spiritual energy, or it could enhance one's spiritual consciousness.

Through comparison, he can determine what is meant by pure cultivation.

When he was in Tiandu Mountain, he seemed to be born and raised by nature. He only absorbed the vital energy of heaven and earth, and had no other food to fill his stomach. After one meal, he would be hungry for half a month.

These teas, wines, magical rices, and mountain delicacies are all produced in Mount Li. Compared with Mount Tiandu, everything here is so peaceful and so rich. It seems that everyone is just living in the mountains, and practicing seems to be just a side job.

That night, Jin Xiuzhi brought him the fairy peach to eat.

He sat in meditation after eating, and felt a stream of energy growing in his five internal organs, which then turned into magic power. In one night, he felt that the magic power in his body had become much more abundant. If there was any distinction between the first, second, and third levels of foundation building, then this night would have at least elevated him to a higher level.

As his consciousness sank into his dantian, the light emitted by the talisman became even brighter.

Outside the talisman, the radiance condensed from the magical power was like stars, and even brighter.

Magical power is invisible and intangible, entangled in the internal organs and thoughts.

A night of meditation made him feel refreshed. Combined with his insights in Tianfu, he felt that he had gained a lot in Mount Li. He also thought that perhaps Master Xun had also gained a lot in Tianfu back then.

The next morning, after having breakfast with Wen Yun, he went to say goodbye to Jin Xiuzhi.

Jin Xiuzhi wanted to keep him here for a while, but he didn't want to stay here any longer. He felt that this place was like a paradise that would wear down one's will. If he stayed here for too long, he was afraid that he would not want to leave. It was too comfortable.

He insisted on leaving, and Jin Xiuzhi just sighed and said, "You are the same as Sister Lan Yin, with only cultivation in your heart. The Great Dao is vast and boundless. If you enter it, you will just be submerged by the Great Dao. In this world, how many people can attain the Dao and live forever?"

"But there are thousands and thousands of people who have sacrificed their youth, love, friendship, and family affection for this. They have lived a lonely life and faced danger all their lives, but in the end they are still just a handful of earth. Do you think it's worth it?" Jin Xiuzhi suddenly asked Zhao Fuyun.

Zhao Fuyun was stunned for a moment, he remained silent, thinking that in this world, most cultivators seek immortality, but almost no one can achieve it, and indeed they have given up many precious things for this.

He was silent. The small hall was quiet. Jin Xiuzhi and her disciples blinked their beautiful eyes and looked at Zhao Fuyun, as if waiting for Zhao Fuyun to answer their doubts.

They all knew that Zhao Fuyun came from Tiandu Mountain, a large sect that preached and taught the Dharma, and its founder was a legendary angel.

But even if one has become a spirit, it cannot be said that one has immortality between heaven and earth. It can only be said that one has a long life.

Except for the founder of the sect, no one else has reached this level.

Zhao Fuyun turned around and looked at the sky outside the Hanxiu Palace. The sun was shining brightly, and he said slowly, "In terms of the results, almost everyone ends up the same. But in this long time, some people die after a hundred years, while others enjoy the scenery for a thousand years. This is different."

"I am working towards immortality. As for the result, I will leave it to my future self. Now I just need to do what I should do now." Zhao Fuyun said slowly.

Sitting there, Jin Xiuzhi, who was dressed in splendid clothes but looked elegant and dignified, said: "Do you know? I asked Sister Lan Yin the same question back then. Do you know what she said?"

Zhao Fuyun looked at Jin Xiuzhi, and her disciples also looked at their master. They had never seen Xun Lanyin, but over the years, they had heard their master talk about the mysterious 'Sister Lanyin' many times.

"Sister Lanyin said, follow the path of truth and don't worry about the future." Jin Xiuzhi also looked at the sky outside the palace, as if looking at more than 20 years ago, when the inheritance of Hanxiu Peak was almost broken and she was the only one supporting it. Looking at the green mountain, she felt lonely and cold, so she went down the mountain to walk, and thus met the mysterious sister she admired. "Master Xun's words, disciples should keep them in mind." Zhao Fuyun got a lot of help from Xun Lanyin, but he never knew what Xun Lanyin's heart was like.

"To us, the people of your Tiandu Mountain are like distant mountains in the fog, visible but hard to approach." Jin Xiuzhi sighed, "During the days since you entered Tianfu, I heard in Lulong County that there was a big fight between the Taoist priests of your Tiandu Mountain. I don't know what happened. It is said that many monks died because of it. The news spread so far, and I don't know whether it is true or not."

When Zhao Fuyun heard this, he felt that there would be a big battle, because Yu Chenguang had made such a big fuss, and Tiandu Mountain also had to clean up its mess.

As for whether Yu Chenguang is alive or dead, no one knows.

However, he felt that Master Yu Chenguang was mysterious and might not be so easily expelled from the mountain sect.

"Junior Brother Zhao, do you know Yu Chenguang? Is he possessed by a demon as the legend says?" Jin Xiuzhi asked.

"Master Yu was once a Taoist weapon refiner in the upper courtyard of Tiandu Mountain. He once refined a magic lamp for me. As for other things, I don't know much about them." Zhao Fuyun said.

Jin Xiuzhi was a little surprised. She didn't expect that when she asked curiously, she found out that Zhao Fuyun actually knew Yu Chenguang.

"I didn't expect that my nephew actually knew him. Tiandu Mountain has informed the world that Yu Chenguang has been possessed by a demon and is said to have killed many people. My nephew should be careful with what he says in the future." Jin Xiuzhi said.

Zhao Fuyun nodded. He didn't want to talk about this, so he asked Jin Xiuzhi how to deal with the matters in the secret realm of Tianfu.

"I will report it to the Great Zhou royal family. After all, this is the Great Zhou country. The Great Zhou royal family also got a share of the resources in Tianfu. Moreover, the current emperor seems to have great ambitions. Now there seems to be an invasion from another world in Tianfu. The emperor must pay attention to it."

After hearing what she said, Zhao Fuyun knew that the ideas here were different from those of the cultivators in Tiandu Mountain who were independent of the Great Zhou.

If it happens in Tiandu Mountain, then all problems will be solved by Tiandu Mountain itself. In the eyes of the cultivators in Tiandu Mountain, if they can't solve it themselves, who else can?

If the sky collapses, Tiandu Mountain will be the tall one.

If all great power belongs to you, then all disasters can be solved by yourself.

I follow my own path and overcome my own difficulties. Others only come to me for help, never for me to ask others for help.

Before noon that day, Zhao Fuyun said goodbye and left, and Wenyun saw him off.

First they were sent to the mountain, then to a place more than thirty miles away from the mountain, and then to a place more than fifty miles away from the mountain.

Finally, they stood on a cliff beside a big river, looking at the river flowing eastward. Wen Yun said, "Brother Fu Yun, why don't you stay in Mount Li to practice, and build a temple in Hanxiu Peak to practice in seclusion? It's better than going through all the hardships between heaven and earth. What's the use of seeing the world? It's just that my heart is as hard as iron and my blood is cold. Why don't you practice in seclusion in the mountains and keep this innocent heart forever? We can talk about the zither and the Tao, grow herbs and collect qi, wouldn't it be happy?"

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun was actually somewhat moved.

Wen Yun looked at Zhao Fuyun and continued, "I have read many books in the library, including biographies of great masters who traveled the world. At the beginning, they were all full of passion, like boiling iron and the rising sun, but in the end, they all found a green mountain to build a hut, a clear lamp, a medicinal field, a fishing rod, and a river...."

"Either you accept a few disciples and pass down your teachings, or you die alone, leaving behind only a bed of bones. If you are willing to stay, I think both Master and the sisters will be very happy."

Zhao Fuyun turned his head to look at Ge Wenyun in the sunlight. Her face was glowing red in the sunlight, and her eyes seemed to contain water, turning into a spring lake that could swallow people.

Zhao Fuyun was silent for a long time before he said, "Senior Sister, I still have a lot of things to do."

"What if you have finished those things? Junior brother, are you willing to come to Mount Li to practice in seclusion?" Ge Wenyun asked.

"I don't know if I can finish it." Zhao Fuyun said.

"I heard someone say that everything in the world can be let go. Shouldn't we, as practitioners, also let go of the burdens in our hearts?" Ge Wenyun was still persuading.

"Sister, do you know that I actually gave myself my name?" Zhao Fuyun said, "Some things are impossible to let go. The day I changed my name, I took on a lot of things."

"Fuyun, junior brother." Ge Wenyun called out his name.

"Senior sister, next time I pass by here, I will definitely go to Mount Li to see you." Zhao Fuyun said with a smile.

"Okay, I hope you won't forget, Junior Brother Fuyun." Ge Wenyun said.

"Ok!"

Zhao Fuyun took a step into the void, and it seemed as if he was stepping on the tips of the wind. The wind lifted him up and floated away like a purple cloud.

Wen Yun looked at Zhao Fuyun's back and suddenly thought: "Clouds follow the wind, but what about people? What do they follow?"

Zhao Fuyun floated very far away, and when he looked back, he found that there was still a person standing on the cliff, looking at him.

……

All people and affairs in the world.

Everything is complicated and comes and goes like wind and rain. There has never been a day when everything is sunny.

It may be sunny in the east, but it may rain in the south.

After Zhao Fuyun left Mount Li and the cliff, he entered a city, crossed through it, and entered another city. He sat in restaurants and teahouses for several days, listening to the stories in the teahouses and watching several folk performances.

The Dao determination in my heart that had almost wavered finally stabilized.

A heavy rain suddenly came. He sat by the window of an inn, watching the pedestrians running on the street and the vendors busy packing up the goods on their stalls.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that everyone in the world has their own life, and that is not what he wants.

Entering Tiandu Mountain is a great opportunity. With such an opportunity, you must move towards the goal in your heart.

“Follow the path of truth, do not ask about the future, walk the path well, and you will not regret it when you are old.”

Zhao Fuyun's mind became clear.

At this moment, he only felt that his consciousness and thoughts seemed to have gone through a tempering, and then were tempered by this heavy rain, becoming more resilient.

Is this what is called tempering one's heart in the mortal world? Zhao Fuyun thought to himself.

In the heavy rain, he saw a huge snake winding up into the sky.

(End of this chapter)