One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 270: Yang Zhuqing
Zhao Fuyun really wanted to know what those stars were. Were they the sacred gods in the heavens, or something else?
Now is the perfect opportunity, and Senior Brother Feng also said that as long as you want to know, there is nothing you can't ask.

"Senior Brother Feng, what was the origin of the former kingdom of God?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"God's kingdom?" Master Feng Hong looked up at the sky and said as if he was thinking deeply: "All living beings are spirits. Among the spirits, there are those who have attained the Dharma and transcended, and call themselves gods. They are gods."

"Then, what do the stars in the sky represent?" Zhao Fuyun asked again.

"Do you still remember when you were in the Netherworld Prison in Luodu? All the Netherworld people there abandoned their bodies and ascended to heaven. Where did they ascend to?"

Zhao Fuyun shook his head. Of course he didn’t know.

"The master said that they are all inside the curtain." Master Feng Hong's voice was a little subtle.

"Mu? Or tomb?" Zhao Fuyun was puzzled and didn't know which word it was.

"It is both a curtain and a tomb." Master Feng Hong remembered what Patriarch Xiyi said, and a chill arose in his heart.

"The so-called sky curtain is also the sky tomb." Master Feng Hong said with some emotion.

"Heavenly Tomb? Then why are we practicing like this?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"Of course it's for immortality." Master Feng Hong glanced at Zhao Fuyun and said, "Don't let these things sway your mind. We practice cultivation only for immortality and freedom. Could it be for anything else?"

Zhao Fuyun did not ask any more questions. He wanted to ask about the current status of the founder Xiyi, whether he had abandoned his physical body and ascended to heaven, or ascended in his physical body. However, he was afraid that knowing this secret would trigger some events, so he did not ask any more questions.

Zhao Fuyun arrived at Wuliang Courtyard and explained to Jin Ling that he was leaving the mountain and that there was no need to arrange any Dharma lectures. He would also postpone any that had been arranged. Jin Ling said that everything had been arranged and asked him to stay for a cup of tea before leaving.

Zhao Fuyun came out of the mountain, walking on the clouds and driving the wind.

His sleeves kept waving, and he moved forward like a boat rowing the waves.

Even when he was on the road, he was constantly practicing the Taixu Qiankun Sleeve.

He was extremely yearning for the legendary world in his sleeve, but now this technique was in front of him. Although he had made great progress through practice, he was still far from the ability to hold the world in one sleeve.

He didn't fly very high, but if someone had good eyesight, they could see him by looking up at the sky.

A few days later, the sun was shining brightly on Mount Qiyun from afar, dispersing the clouds.

He descended from the clouds, walked to the foot of the mountain, and then headed up the mountain.

He didn't have many acquaintances in this area, and the day of the Flame Transformation Ceremony was approaching, so he didn't waste any time and headed towards the mountain.

On the way, we met some people who were also heading up the mountain.

Among them, the Red Sun Sect has the largest number of people. If you don’t know them very well, you won’t be able to tell the differences between the various factions within the Red Sun Sect.

Zhao Fuyun had good hearing and occasionally heard people talking about how the Yang family had held the position of leader for so many years and it was time for them to give it up.

I also heard someone say that the Yang family has no sons, so how could the position of the leader of the Red Flame Cult be passed on to a girl?

There has never been such a rule.

Never agree.

Zhao Fuyun also considered the promise that Senior Brother Feng had made on behalf of Tiandu Mountain with Yang Sui, the leader of the Red Flame Sect, and he understood why Yang Sui was so worried.

It turned out that Yang Sui had no son, and he wanted to pass the position of leader to his daughter, but he was worried that the people in the sect would not accept it. Although as the leader, he did not restrict the various factions and allowed them to develop, there were always people who coveted the title of leader, and there were also ambitious people who wanted to integrate the Red Flame Sect.

He went all the way up the mountain.

The Red Flame Temple is on the top of the mountain, at the highest point.

When Zhao Fuyun established his residence on this mountain before, he had never been to the top of the mountain.

He walked all the way to the temple where he had rented a house before, and found that the door of the temple was closed, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

Looking up at the Xiangyang Temple above, I found that the temple door was also closed.

He still remembered the red-haired priest who lived in the temple, who always looked melancholy.

He walked around to the Danfeng Temple in front of him. The temple door was open, but there were only some children and no other people. Zhao Fuyun guessed that they might have gone to the top of the mountain to participate in the Flame Rebirth Ceremony.

He didn't waste any more time and headed all the way to the top of the mountain.

I had thought that the road would become narrower and narrower as I reached the top of the mountain, but when I was about to reach the top, I found that the road had become wider. The mountain road had become a cleared stone road that could accommodate sedan chairs.

More and more people came. Everyone looked at him and he looked at everyone. There was nothing special about them.

When he leaned over the steps and reached the top of the mountain, he saw the endless sea of clouds, the sunshine spreading over the top of the mountain and the clouds, the golden flowers in the sunshine, and a huge square with a huge altar on it.

Zhao Fuyun turned around and looked at the earth again. He suddenly felt that this mountain was actually an altar, an altar to the earth.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, he could feel that the temples in the mountains were like lights.

If you look at this mountain from a distance in the dark, you will see that there are flames everywhere on the mountain. All the flames finally gather at the top of the mountain, making this mountain look like a huge burning torch on the earth.

Zhao Fuyun looked around again. There were at least a thousand people, scattered in groups of three or four, looking at the scenery, talking, or perhaps they met friends they hadn't seen for many years and told each other about their experiences.

Zhao Fuyun went towards the Chiyan Temple next to him.

The temple is dignified and has a solemn atmosphere. Above the plaque of the temple is hung golden silk with a golden auspicious cloud knot.

However, there was someone guarding the place. Zhao Fuyun took out the invitation and handed it over. The gatekeeper immediately registered it. Someone beside him sang loudly, "Tiandu Mountain Headmaster Academy - Fuyun."

His invitation was sent by the Red Flame Divine Sect, and the words below had already been filled in by Master Feng Hong when he gave it to him.

There is no surname Zhao.

At this moment, Fuyun became his Taoist name.

This was also the first time that Zhao Fuyun appeared in a formal occasion and revealed his Taoist name.

The reputation of Tiandu Mountain is naturally the most important factor in participating in this grand ceremony, especially when Yang Sui has a deal with Tiandu Mountain.

There were many people in the hall, and Yang Sui seemed to be alive and well at this time. He also wanted to see who Tiandu Mountain sent.

He knew clearly that who was sent would show how much Tiandu Mountain valued the promise it made to him.

He hoped that Ma Sanhu or Xun Lanyin could come.

As for Master Feng Hong coming in person, he had never thought about it.

When he heard the name Fu Yun, he felt a little disappointed because he had never heard of this name.

Although the title of Tiandu Mountain Master was in front of his name, he still felt that it was not enough. Everyone else looked at Zhao Fuyun, who was wearing an ordinary blue Taoist robe, a Taoist scarf on his head, and a common ebony hairpin inserted horizontally on it to fix his hair.

On his waist hung a thumb-sized brass seal, and on his right hung a treasure bag.

When Yang Sui looked towards Zhao Fuyun, a red-haired woman beside him moved her eyes slightly, then came to Yang Sui and seemed to say something in his ear.

Yang Sui's gaze then changed slightly.

A hint of deep thought appeared on his face.

"Haha, it turns out that Taoist Master Fuyun is here. In the past, Taoist Master Fuyun practiced in Qiyun Mountain and opened a residence. He lived next to my daughter. Today, he is going back to Qiyun Mountain and returning to his own home."

The laughter and subsequent words of Yang Sui Sect Leader made everyone more suspicious.

However, when Zhao Fuyun looked at the female cultivator beside Yang Sui, he was surprised. He clearly remembered that her name was Zhang Zhuqing.

And Yang Sui's surname is Yang.

So, under his puzzled gaze, the woman behind Yang Sui stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Brother, how are you? Please forgive Zhu Qing for hiding her family name. Zhang is my mother's family name. Zhu Qing lives in Xiangyang Temple with the surname Zhang just to remember and pay tribute to my mother."

After hearing this, Zhao Fuyun accepted it. To him, no matter what the reason was, as long as it made sense, it was fine. With so many people here, no one would delve into it, and it was not his turn to say anything.

Then, he greeted Yang Sui.

Zhao Fuyun also mentioned that he had been in Xutang Pass and thanked Master Yang for his help.

When Yang Sui heard this, his eyes lit up slightly. He immediately understood why Master Feng Hong sent him here. Moreover, he also understood that this Taoist priest in front of him, who looked extremely young, was definitely a leading figure among the new generation of Zifu in Tiandu Mountain.

Back then, he, a Zifu, was able to participate. It was obviously not a later entrant, but he was there first, and then Ma Sanhu and Xun Lanyin joined in, and then they invited him to go.

That is to say, the person in front of him was actually the fuse of the siege.

With these sources here, he felt that it was appropriate for Taoist Master Fuyun to come.

Next, he introduced the people in the hall to Zhao Fuyun.

Zhao Fuyun smiled and saluted one by one, and among them he saw the priest of Jinyang Temple.

I couldn't help but recall that someone had harassed Zhang Zhuqing in the Jinyang Temple.

However, Zhao Fuyun did not see much embarrassment on Jin Yang's face.

Zhao Fuyun was not very familiar with the Jinyang Temple priest. They were just nodding acquaintances. After all, he was in the foundation-building stage at that time, while the other party had already reached the Purple Mansion stage.

But when they met again this time, the Jinyang Temple Priest was much more polite. After all, there were many disciples from Tiandu Mountain in the Jingque Taoist Palace. Moreover, the Jinyang Temple Priest did not know that Zhao Fuyun was a disciple from Tiandu Mountain at that time.

“I never thought that the person who rented a house behind my temple years ago was actually a high-ranking cultivator from Tiandu Mountain.” said the priest of Jinyang Temple.

Zhao Fuyun smiled and said, "It's all my fault for hiding my origins. It's a pleasant surprise to see the light today!"

The Jinyang Temple Priest glanced at Zhang Zhuqing and said, "It has become a hobby for young people nowadays to hide their names and origins when traveling around the world."

Zhao Fuyun knew that the main target he was talking about must not be himself, but Yang Zhuqing who called himself Zhang Zhuqing.

Yang Zhuqing next to him smiled but said nothing.

On this day, Zhao Fuyun met many people.

In other words, he was known by many people.

Afterwards, Yang Zhuqing took him for a stroll in the Red Flame Temple.

After leaving the crowded place, Yang Zhuqing, who had seemed quite enthusiastic, turned back into Zhang Zhuqing.

He looked so cold and deserted that the smile on his face disappeared.

Zhao Fuyun could sense the boredom in her.

Neither of them spoke. Zhao Fuyun just followed her half a step with his hands behind his back, without saying a word, just looking at the lacquer painting in the long corridor.

These lacquer paintings are dominated by flames, which take various forms.

Whether they are torches, lamps, or bonfires, these fires are scattered across the world, as if they are everywhere.

On the tiles of every corridor, there is a painting of the sun, shining brightly.

Yang Zhuqing in front stopped. The place where she stopped was in a pavilion, where she could see the sunset and the endless sea of clouds.

Below the pavilion, there is a bamboo forest.

"Do you know how my mother died?" Yang Zhuqing asked.

Of course Zhao Fuyun didn't know, he shook his head, but soon realized that he was behind her and she couldn't see him. Just as he was about to speak, Yang Zhuqing had already spoken.

"She was also burned to death. She was just a priest in a small temple. If she hadn't met my father, she might have lived a peaceful life until her death. But she met my father, so her fate quickly came to an end."

“People are like firewood. If it is burned in a small fire, it will take a long time to burn into ashes. But if it falls into a big fire, it will be burned up quickly.”

"There is a saying in our sect that those who are close to the sun will be burned. This yang refers to both the sun and our Yang clan. Generation after generation of our Yang clan has walked through this world carrying the red flames on their backs. It is too tiring. My mother didn't want me to take over the position of the sect leader, so she took me down the mountain for a long time and named me Zhang Zhuqing."

"But my father said that no matter how the Red Flame Cult splits, the position of the leader must be passed on to the Yang bloodline. I was born with red hair and am a natural Yang bearer."

When she said this, she looked at the sunset and remained silent for a long time.

"You, don't want to be the leader?" Zhao Fuyun asked carefully.

"You may find it ridiculous, but I am afraid. I am terrified." Yang Zhuqing said, "I once briefly peeked into the red flame in my father's heart. That kind of flame that can burn everything seems to be able to ignite me just by looking at it."

Zhao Fuyun looked at her profile and her red hair, and could see that her hair was less shiny than others.

Zhao Fuyun seemed to be able to feel the heat rising from her body.

He wanted to say something, wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know where to start. He couldn't persuade someone to run away from home and not inherit the position of leader.

If she really left and didn't inherit, how would he explain to Yang Sui if he knew it was him who advised her to do so?

"Actually, I can't escape either. After my father was burned by the red flame, he will find me with the red flame on his back, unless I escape to a place where the red flame can't reach." Yang Zhuqing said slowly.

Zhao Fuyun instantly thought of several places in his mind.

(End of this chapter)