One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 280: Five Years of Painting on the Wall

Zhao Fuyun was only focused on verifying the various spells he had learned in his mind on this vast mountain wall.

However, he once again used his sword as a pen to write the magic-suppressing spell in two other places on the cliff.

However, the other two spells were carved on the east and west ends of the mountain wall, forming a triangle with the one in the middle.

The three spells echoed with each other, shining brightly in the darkness, making the entire mountain wall mysterious.

Next, Zhao Fuyun stayed in the cave for nearly a month without coming out.

At this time, all the monks outside who heard the news gathered under the cave on the mountain wall.

One reason is that the water monster here has been killed, so there is no direct danger.

Secondly, there are high-level cultivators who have carved talismans and incantations on the mountain wall, which is an excellent learning opportunity for these foundation-building cultivators.

During this month, someone has copied his magic spell over and over again, and recited it silently under the cliff every day to calm his mind. In the process of reciting the magic spell, the inner demon that had begun to grow after staying in the darkness for too long was suppressed.

Of course, there are also some latecomers who will ask what the people in the cave are like.

A month later, Zhao Fuyun came out again and began to paint mountains.

He did not paint a huge mountain covering the entire mountain wall at one time, but instead painted mountains one by one. Some were big, some were small, some were connected to each other, some were far apart, and some were distant and some were nearby.

By the time Zhao Fuyun finished painting the entire mountain wall, a whole year had passed.

In the process of painting the mountain, it seemed as if it was engraved in my heart, making my whole aura become solemn because of the process of painting the mountain.

After he was promoted to the Purple Mansion, his flying magic power became condensed, as if the foundation was being solidified once again.

The Red Flame Divine Art and the Taixu Wujie Sutra both made his magical power soar and become agile, penetrating all holes like mist and cotton. However, he condensed his magical power again by practicing the Taiyue Zhen Divine Art and painting mountains.

In Zhao Fuyun's opinion, if you want to go far, you can't be too extreme. The balance of yin and yang and the combination of virtuality and reality will always be the kingly way.

During this year, people came and went under the mountain wall, and there were still more than twenty foundation-building monks.

Some of those who left may have had something to do, or they may have felt that there was nothing to see in Zhao Fuyun's mountain paintings.

But they didn’t see the end, because every mountain was a Taiyue Zhenshen Talisman, but Zhao Fuyun drew them in the form of mountains.

Afterwards, Zhao Fuyun began to meditate in the cave again.

The monks under the mountain wall began to depict mountains of various shapes. To them, each mountain was a talisman.

There were even people who, after gaining some enlightenment, sat under the mountain wall and made mountain seals out of brass. They were extremely delighted after completing their work.

Two years later, Zhao Fuyun came out of the cave again, and this time, he saw a camp had been built under the mountain wall.

There were many earthen houses in the camp, with firelight shining through them. In the middle of the camp, there was a well with a sacrificial fire already lit in it.

When Zhao Fuyun looked at this scene, he actually felt a little touched in his heart. Many years ago, there was such a camp here, but it was destroyed by the water monster. Even the purple mansion monks in the cave on the mountain wall died.

Twenty or thirty years later, he came here again.

A camp has been built under the mountain wall. So many years later, will there be another powerful monster coming here and destroy himself and the monks under the mountain wall?

Zhao Fuyun couldn't see that far into the future.

But he knows that everything is in the present, and no matter what the future holds, it all comes from current actions.

He planned to write cloud patterns in the blank spaces between the mountain paintings on the mountain wall.

I saw the flying sword that he had been controlling for several years turned into a ball of spiritual light and danced on the mountain wall. Sometimes the light was as agile as the wind, and sometimes it was as heavy as a heavy ball.

Sometimes the sword light flashed continuously, as rapid as a sudden rain hitting banana leaves, and sometimes the sword light swirled gently like flowing water.

Many people who saw Zhao Fuyun carving with a sword for the first time had sparkles in their eyes and couldn't help but exclaimed: "I didn't expect this senior's swordsmanship to be so mysterious. I wonder what kind of swordsmanship it is."

Even those who had seen Zhao Fuyun carving mountains with a sword before were amazed, because when Zhao Fuyun carved mountains with a sword before, the sword light was concise, and the texture of the mountain carved by the sword one by one was not very twists and turns, just like being cut by a knife or chiseled by an axe.

Of course, most people cannot see the changes in severity.

But now Zhao Fuyun carved cloud patterns with his sword, and the twists and turns made the sword dance into a ball, which was extremely amazing.

"I originally thought that this senior was only good at talismans and spells, but I never thought that his swordsmanship was so advanced."

Zhao Fuyun didn't care about what happened to the people below. He just displayed the cloud pattern in his mind on the mountain wall.

On the mountain walls, patches of cloud paintings formed.

He painted and stopped, stopped and painted.

Everyone can see that Zhao Fuyun is not only painting, but also comprehending the principles and practicing what he has learned.

It was not until the fifth year of his settlement here that he had only painted the cloud patterns on one-third of the mountain wall.

But at this time, a disciple from Tiandu Mountain came, and it was Yu Huaian.

Same surname as Yu Chenguang.

He called Yu Chenguang uncle, and originally he should not have the same surname as Yu Chenguang, but his mother asked him to change his surname to Yu because his mother said that apart from his uncle, the Yu family had no descendants.

Yu Huaian came to the foot of the mountain wall and visited Zhao Fuyun immediately, and also brought Zhao Fuyun some news from the outside world.

When Yu Huaian saw Zhao Fuyun, he felt that Zhao Fuyun in front of him gave him a heavy, solemn, yet ethereal feeling.

It seemed as if it would disappear into nothingness at any time, yet it had an aura as strong as a mountain, suppressing the void.

This was a contradictory combination that made him feel awkward, and even caused some kind of distortion in the magic power in his body, making him feel an inexplicable discomfort.

Zhao Fuyun saw how uncomfortable he was, and pinched his fingers lightly, as if pinching the entire void, causing the uncertain real and illusory magic rhythm in his body to immediately stabilize.

Yu Huaiding's uncomfortable feeling disappeared immediately.

He couldn't help but marvel in his heart. After not seeing each other for all these years, he thought that his practice had made great progress and he might be able to narrow the distance between him and Master Zhao, but he didn't expect that the gap had widened instead.

"What are you doing here?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"It is time for me to go down the mountain. Thinking back to the days when I listened to the teachings under Master Zhao, I feel that it was not enough. Master Zhao left and his whereabouts are unknown, so I asked in the courtyard and learned that Master Zhao came here to keep watch. So I came here and am willing to listen to Master Zhao's teachings again and grind ink and burn incense for him." "Oh, I don't need these here, but if you want to stay, then stay. Find a place to live under the mountain wall and watch me draw talismans and carve patterns carefully, and you will gain some insights." Zhao Fuyun said.

Yu Huaian happily bowed to Zhao Fuyun and said, "Disciple, thank you, Master Zhao."

Afterwards, Zhao Fuyun asked him about the situation in the mountain. Yu Huaian said that the situation in the mountain had not changed much, and some disciples were admitted into the upper academy every year.

However, outside, there seemed to be more and more incidents of demons causing chaos and epidemics. Also, it was heard that in the capital, Patriarch Fenglei had several battles with the master of Luoxian Temple and seemed to have suffered some losses.

I heard that Master Fenglei had returned to the mountain and wanted to invite the mountain master to go to the capital, but the mountain master refused.

Zhao Fuyun knew that the mountain master he was talking about was Senior Brother Feng, because the Yuanying Sect Leader had not shown up for a long time and everyone had already assumed that something had happened to her.

Zhao Fuyun was thinking in his heart, because he knew that the news Yu Huaian in front of him heard was just superficial, like dust blown by the wind, and he definitely didn't know the real situation.

The Fenglei Patriarch of Tiandu Mountain took his men away with the tacit consent of Senior Brother Feng. It not only represented the cooperation between Tiandu Mountain and the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also was a purification of Tiandu Mountain itself.

Of course, it is not impossible for Senior Brother Feng Lei to return to the mountain. After all, he is still the Jindan Zhenren of Tiandu Mountain. If he really suffers a loss and loses face at the hands of the master of Luoxian Temple, it will also be a shame for Tiandu Mountain.

But he also knew that Senior Brother Feng and the other two Jindan Zhenren in the mountain, Ma Sanhu and Xun Lanyin, didn’t really care about these things.

Tiandu Mountain will record some things there, and wait until several years later, when others think that time has smoothed out everything, they will encounter them and when the time is right, they will report them back.

Their grievances and cultivation do not lie in disputes over a day or a night, but in disputes over a long period of time.

A fight that might have taken place within a year could be stretched to ten or even a hundred years.

"Do you know about Master Xun's situation?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

Yu Huaian was stunned for a moment, then he realized that the Master Xun that Zhao Fuyun was asking about was the brilliant and talented Xun Zhenren in the mountains. From this, he also knew the relationship between the Master Zhao in front of him and that Xun Zhenren.

"I heard that Patriarch Xun went to Zhenhai Pavilion to practice." After Yu Huaian finished speaking, Zhao Fuyun nodded. He knew that Xun Lanyin had an excellent talent for practice and was extremely hardworking. She never stopped for a moment. Every time he saw her, she seemed to take some time out from her practice to meet him.

"Do you know how Liang Jidao is doing?" Zhao Fuyun asked again.

"Before I left the mountain, he had already left the mountain and returned home. He said that he wanted to go back home to teach more younger generations to come to Tiandu Mountain to learn the law." Yu Huaian said.

Zhao Fuyun nodded and said, "Go ahead. There are many dangers in the polar night. Don't be careless just because you are a disciple of Tiandu Mountain."

When Yu Huaian heard that Zhao Fuyun did not ask anyone else, he thought to himself that they were probably the closest people to Master Zhao in the entire Tiandu Mountain.

Of course he didn't know. In fact, there were some people Zhao Fuyun wanted to ask, but he didn't ask him.

Just as he was about to leave the cave, Zhao Fuyun's voice suddenly came into his ears: "Have you ever seen your uncle again?"

He quickly turned around and saluted, saying, "Disciple has not seen uncle again."

"Have you ever heard any news about him?" Zhao Fuyun asked again.

"I haven't heard from him since then." Yu Huaian said.

There were no more questions in the cave, and Yu Huaian retreated step by step. Only after leaving the cave did he realize that he had been sweating without knowing when.

At that moment, he felt like he was in hell. He didn't know if it was an illusion or because the cave was Master Zhao's dojo, and that it could produce such power with Master Zhao's intention.

He came out of the cave and came to the foot of the mountain.

Then he came to the camp under the cliff. He wanted to build a mud house here and settle down. Since he could enter the cave to pay a visit to Zhao Fuyun, there would be no problem.

Someone immediately asked him about the origins of Zhao Fuyun in the cave.

Only then did he realize that no one here knew Master Zhao's origins.

He asked again why they didn't know yet, and then he realized that no one had spoken a few words to Master Zhao. He understood in his heart that Master Zhao was just concentrating on cultivation and ignored these people, not that he was unwilling to tell them.

Thinking that Master Zhao did not want to hide his identity, he told him that Master Zhao was the Taoist master of the upper courtyard of Tiandu Mountain.

This caused the admiration of many cultivators. Someone said, "I often hear people say that the tuition fee of the Tiandu Mountain Upper Academy is expensive, but if you can enter and practice there, you will be reborn in three to five years. Looking at the talismans on the mountain wall these days, it can be seen that Tiandu Mountain is really worthy of its reputation."

"Tiandu Mountain accepts disciples not only for tuition, but also for affinity."

A foundation-building cultivator nearby spoke up at this time: "I have a friend who wanted to enter the upper courtyard of Tiandu Mountain five years ago. He had brought enough tuition, but the examiner said that my friend had no chance to enter Tiandu Mountain."

"Haha, it must be that your friend doesn't do good deeds in his daily life." Someone said.

"For cultivators like us, good and evil are only a matter of thought. Good and evil in the ordinary sense cannot be used to restrain us cultivators." The man said with some annoyance.

This statement was recognized and echoed by many people.

Yu Huaian stood by silently, listening to their argument.

He was well aware that this was the mainstream thinking in the current cultivation community.

Everyone believes that those who practice cultivation are cultivating for immortality, for supernatural powers, and for freedom and ease. There is no need for so many rules and regulations. Cultivation is about cutting off all worldly constraints one by one and becoming a truly free person.

At this time, someone thought of Yu Huaian next to him and asked, "Fellow Daoist Yu was born in the Upper House of Tiandu Mountain. Can you tell me what the Upper House of Tiandu Mountain looks for when recruiting disciples?"

Yu Huaian pondered for a moment and said, "In addition to academic qualifications, the Upper House does require a certain affinity when recruiting disciples. As for what the standard is, I can't explain it clearly."

He thought that it might be based on the Taoist master's mood when recruiting disciples. Therefore, if one meets a Taoist master who has a similar mind and personality, it is fate.

At this time, someone asked Yu Huaian what he had learned in Tiandu Mountain.

Everyone looked at him at once. Of course, most people knew that it was inappropriate to ask this question, but since someone asked, they also wanted to take the opportunity to know.

Yu Huaian's face turned cold, and he said, "Everyone's cultivation method is their own private secret, how can it be made public? Fellow Taoist, please be careful with your words."

The man immediately laughed and said, "It's all my fault. I was just curious and couldn't control my mouth. I'll slap you in the face."

As he spoke, he rubbed his lips three times, and the other party's friend beside him said, "How about I prepare a banquet to welcome you, Taoist friend?"

These people came from all over the place. The fact that they could appear here meant that, in addition to having extraordinary skills, they were all smart people. The small discord just now was immediately resolved.

Yu Huaian was successfully integrated into the camp.

(End of this chapter)