Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 430 Traces of an Old Friend from the Sacred Peak Appear (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, seemingly oblivious to the resentment and sorrow in the shopkeeper's words:
"Is there any lightning-attribute evil energy within this city?"

"Evil spirit?"

The shopkeeper frowned slightly, glanced at Chi Ying, and sensed the other's aura.

Overbearing and magnificent, like divine punishment!
He had already grasped the meaning in his heart, and began to ponder whether the various forces in the Immortal City possessed lightning-attribute evil energy.

After a moment, the shopkeeper shook his head.

"Lightning-attribute evil energy is extremely precious, far exceeding ordinary five-element evil energy. Even if a cultivator is lucky enough to obtain it, they will not trade it."

"There has never been any news of lightning-attribute evil energy in the Immortal City."

The young man's double pupils remained calm and unwavering as he continued his questioning:
"If there is lightning-attribute evil energy in the southern part of the River of Departure, where do you think it is most likely to be located?"

That was the main purpose of my visit. The question I asked earlier was just a precaution.

"Leize!"

"If this area could possibly possess lightning-attribute evil energy, it must be the Thunder Marsh near Tianmeng Marsh."

The shopkeeper blurted it out without the slightest hesitation.

The old man picked up the teapot, filled a cup with tea, and sipped it slowly.

"However, Thunder Swamp is dangerous, teeming with all sorts of strange beasts, monsters, and rogue cultivators, where murder and robbery are common occurrences."

The old man, who was recounting the dangers of Raize, suddenly stopped speaking.

He suddenly realized that what did danger, rogue cultivators, and spirits mean in front of this person?

With a bitter expression, he cupped his hands in apology.

"I've spoken out of turn. If you wish to search for lightning-attribute evil energy, you may find something there."

"I will take note of what you have said."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled softly, his expression gentle.

He stretched out his palm, and a branch shrouded in black mist appeared in his hand, which he then handed over.

"A kind of yin-attribute spiritual wood, which I obtained by chance and used as a reward for the information."

The elderly man in fine clothes shook his head:
"You're too kind, senior. It's an honor that the Chamber of Commerce can provide assistance; we dare not ask for more."

"I just hope"

The shopkeeper paused slightly and respectfully bowed.

"Senior, please refrain from killing in this area and avoid slaughtering innocent cultivators."

The old man lowered his head and dared not raise it for a long time.

After what seemed like an eternity, a deep voice slowly reached my ears:

"I agree to this!"

"If Qingyangzhai doesn't come to test me, I won't kill indiscriminately."

As the words fell, the old man's face lit up with joy, and he raised his head to express his gratitude.

But he found the room empty, with only a thick tree branch shrouded in black mist placed in front of him.

There were many branches, the leaves of which had been cut off, and they occupied a small part of the room.

Looking at the extra spirit wood, the shopkeeper's joy faded considerably.

After he learned of this, there was almost no affection left between them.

"Ah~"

The old man sighed, "This is, after all, my hometown."

If given a choice, no one would want to replace the dominant Qingyangzhai with Wuliang Palace, or even the Puppet Sect.

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu, Fayan, and Fading concealed their appearances as they walked through the immortal city, admiring the bustling mortal world.

"Brother Dao, please don't mind. This is just common sense for the Qiuzhen Chamber of Commerce."

Fa Yan stood beside Chi Ying and spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, the young man turned his gaze away from the stalls on the side of the street and smiled as he spoke:
"A few trivial matters cannot disturb my peace of mind."

"However, the fact that merchants also understand the suffering of living beings makes me think more highly of them."

I strode over to the stall and examined it carefully.

Then, he stretched out his palm, pointed to an irregular blue and green stone, and said:
"I'll take these two unusual stones."

The stall owner, a woman wearing a straw hat, sat cross-legged on the ground. She glanced at the young man and chuckled softly.
"Your taste is quite good; one is the Listening Tide Stone, and the other is the Azure Sky Stone."

She raised her delicate hand, slipped it through the light gauze, rested her chin on it, and slowly began to speak:
"Listening to the Tide Stone: It is formed when Buddhist monks go into seclusion to cultivate their minds, look inward, listen to the coming and going of the tide, and cut off their delusions. The surrounding stones are then imbued with the essence of the tide and are formed over a long period of time."

"The Azure Sky Stone: It is a miracle born by chance from the waters of the Yellow Springs, which have been flowing day and night for thousands of years."

The woman drew her red lips and uttered each word carefully:
"What do you think is the value of these two spiritual items?"

At this moment, Fa Yan and Fa Ding's bodies tensed up, staring intently at the woman.

It's highly unusual to see such a precious item displayed on the roadside.

As for Zhang Yuanzhu, his head was slightly tilted to the side, and a grin spread across his face.

"Not even worth a single low-grade spirit stone!"

Raise your palm, spread your fingers, and reach forward to grab.

This grasp was as if the sun, moon, and stars had vanished into the palm of his hand, encompassing this world and sealing off space.

"All the possessions of demonic cultivators should belong to me!"

The woman in the straw hat was clearly taken aback, then chuckled softly.

"Cuckoo~"

She raised her jade-like hand, brought her two fingers together, and suddenly thrust upwards.

With sleeves fluttering, she slashed upwards, as if in a dream.

It was like a divine sword being drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed, tearing through space and pressing against the palm.

puff~
The space at the point of impact crumbled inch by inch, and invisible shockwaves swept in all directions, only to be compressed into a small space by the overwhelming force.

In the next instant, a beautiful figure flew out diagonally.

Zhang Yuanzhu calmly and slowly accepted the two strange stones, one blue and one green, with his palm facing forward.

He then looked up at the woman.

Her straw hat fell off, her clothes were disheveled, revealing a fair and flawless face, so beautiful it seemed unreal.

Her beautiful eyes twinkled like stars with every blink, captivating all who beheld them.

"As expected of a hero who has triggered another war between the righteous, the demonic, and the heretical sects, his talent is unparalleled and rare in the world."

Zhang Yuanzhu's smile widened as he stepped forward, his killing intent surging forth like a tidal wave.

He never intended to talk to demonic cultivators; his approach throughout his journey could be summed up in one word:

kill!

At this moment, the monks and passersby on the street seemed to be completely oblivious to the group, continuing to walk by and laugh as usual.

The woman stood up solemnly, looked at the approaching crimson figure, and spoke directly:
"I am here on behalf of Ye Jinxian and Senior Sister Ye. Please do not misunderstand, fellow Daoist."

Tower~
The young man stopped in his tracks, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, and ripples stirred deep within his eyes.

Eight years later, I heard news of Fairy Ye again.

The southern part of Shichuan is indeed the territory infiltrated by the Puppet Sect's Holy Peak.

He fell silent and did not reply immediately.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly began to speak:
"Ye Jinxian, born into the Yixing Dao lineage, has long been surrounded and killed in the Star Sea, with the Puppet Sect among them. Are you joking with me?"

The woman had a graceful figure and jet-black hair that was as smooth as silk.

She bent down to pick up the straw hat and put it back on.
"Fellow Daoist, you ask the question knowing the answer already. It seems you are still wary."

"But given your current actions, who would dare to lie or deceive you?"

Zhang Yuanzhu stared directly at the woman, took another step, and continued to approach her.

The atmosphere between the two became increasingly oppressive, and even the cultivators passing by looked around helplessly, but noticed nothing.

tower!
The young man stopped beside the woman:
"Follow!"

As the words fell, the figure vanished.

Also missing were Fa Yan and Fa Ding, two women.

The woman in the straw hat watched the three departing men and slowly exhaled.

My tense mind was greatly relaxed.

The other party really wanted to kill her just now, without the slightest hesitation because of her appearance. "As expected of a hero who can traverse the Fallen Demon Mountain with only a Qi Refining body; as expected of a prodigy who can reassure Senior Sister Ye and be entrusted with the sect."

With a flick of his sleeve, all the items on the stall vanished.

The woman in the straw hat also disappeared.

After a stick of incense.

Outside the immortal city, atop a mountain, four figures stood facing each other.

Zhang Yuanzhu leaned against the tree trunk, watching the woman in the straw hat appear:
"Sacred Peak?"

"Gong Man, a true disciple of the Holy Peak, greets Fellow Daoist Zhang. I wish you success in attaining the Great Dao and eternal immortality."

The woman performed a curtsy, her pretty face beneath the light veil bearing a bright smile.

"I have come to deliver a gift to you on behalf of Senior Sister Ye."

She stretched out her delicate hand, and three jade boxes floated up, drifting away towards the young man.

Gong Man lowered her hand and slowly spoke:
"These three items are what Senior Sister Ye asked me to bring. They are all protected by restrictions and cannot be opened by anyone other than you."

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the jade box, but did not immediately take it. Instead, he asked:

Why didn't she come in person, but instead sent you?

Ye Jinxian faked her death to escape, and given her sensitive identity, she shouldn't have entrusted the spiritual object to someone else before giving it back to herself.

The woman shook her head:

"She has always been mysterious, with an air of having everything under control. Who knows what she is thinking?"

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, on the other hand, is much more straightforward and brutal. He can kill if he wants, leave if he wants, and rob if he wants. He is naturally suited to my Holy Peak."

A gentle breeze blows, light gauze flutters, and a melodious female voice echoes across the mountaintop.

"Why don't you come back with me? It would be a wonderful story if you and your senior sister could enter the Holy Peak together."

"When the day comes, we will enter the Golden Core realm together and live for eight hundred years."

Before the young man could respond, Fayan clasped her hands together, her beautiful eyes radiating a faint Buddhist light, and spoke directly:

"Of the four peaks of puppetry, the Holy Peak is the most evil. It steals people's cultivation, refines people into weapons, and reverses the relationship between humans and demons. How could you possibly wade into such a quagmire, fellow Daoist?"

"The Golden Core realm is merely your starting point, fellow Daoist. Your words are laughable."

"Sister, you misunderstand. I only wish to make Fellow Daoist Zhang's path to enlightenment smoother."

Gong Man chuckled softly, her voice gentle.

As the two women were talking, Zhang Yuanzhu raised his arm, gently grasped the jade box on the far right, and ran his five fingers over it, feeling the familiar aura emanating from it.

He lightly touched his forehead; the jade box was indeed made by Fairy Ye.

Moreover, the spirit among them must be extraordinary. With a pair of double pupils looking straight at the essence, they vaguely saw some of the appearance of the objects.

Furthermore, the jade box is sealed with a restriction that can only be opened with his own blood; otherwise, it will self-destruct along with the contents inside.

After confirming that the three jade boxes were correct, he flicked his sleeve and took all the jade boxes.

With a flick of his wrist, three stone boxes appeared in front of him.

Zhang Yuanzhu took out a jade slip, a jade book, and a storage bag from his storage bag and put them into the stone box.

"Qing Teng Yan Tian Shu" is a deduction technique of Qing Yang Zhai, "Ku Mu Lun Zhuan Jing" is a righteous lineage from Qi to Sha, and the jade box he obtained from the Dao stele in the Chuan Yuan Secret Realm has a wisp of "immortal energy" around it.

These items are all precious treasures.

Raise your hand, lightly tap the box with your five fingers, and patterns will form and spread rapidly, yet remain hidden.

Finally, he took out the Blood Demon Banner and used its magical aura to cover the stone box to ensure that everything was safe.

With a flick of his fingertips, three streaks of light landed in front of Gong Man.

"Please make another trip and deliver these stone boxes to Senior Sister Ye."

The woman in the bamboo hat pursed her red lips, her face showing helplessness. Did she have to go back to the sect again?

The journey was long, and she felt somewhat resistant.

But thinking of the woman's parting words, all I can do is sigh:
"I understand, I will not let you down, fellow Daoist."

Before the words were even finished, her beautiful figure vanished and she left.

Clearly, they had lost interest in communicating.

For a time, only Zhang Yuanzhu, Fayan, and Fading remained on the mountaintop.

The ever-silent legal representative parted her red lips slightly, as if wanting to ask something.

But he was stopped by Fayan the moment he opened his mouth.

Fa Yan smiled and began to speak:
"Brother Dao, now that the matter in the Immortal City is settled, we have a clue about the lightning-attribute evil energy. Shall we head to Thunder Swamp now?"

"Can!"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, offering no explanation.

Or rather, there's nothing to explain.

With a flick of his sleeve, Fa Yan conjured a flying boat, and the three of them boarded the deck and stood at the bow.

The woman lightly stomped her foot.

call out!
The warship shot out and traversed the sky.

The wind howled, and my robes fluttered in the wind.

Fa Yan let his arms hang naturally, gazing at the ever-passing clouds, mountains, and rivers, and began to speak:
"Brother Dao, do you know where Thunder Marsh is located? What is its terrain like?"

The woman's voice was soft and pleasant.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his gaze from the world around him, looked at Fayan, and shook his head.

He was not familiar with the southern part of the River of Departure, but he knew roughly that Leize should be located at the southernmost part of the River of Departure.

"Leize is located at the junction of Shichuan Plain and Tianmengze, and is a large marsh that juts out of the plain from Tianmengze."

“The area is lacking in spiritual energy and spiritual objects, and it is home to many escaped cultivators, sinners, demons, and driven spirits.”

The Dharma teachings are explained one by one:

"Of course, these are no threat to you, Brother Dao."

"The most important thing is the environment of the Thunder Swamp. The entire swamp is like a cage of thunder. The further in you go, the denser and more explosive the thunder becomes, and the remaining spiritual energy is difficult to absorb."

Zhang Yuanzhu listened quietly, his five fingers lightly gripping the long ruler.

"I will pay attention."

Afterwards, the two talked for a long time before Fayan left with his senior sister, leaving the young man alone.

Zhang Yuanzhu watched the two women's departing figures and released the measuring ruler from his hand.

In the blink of an eye, three jade boxes appeared before him.

He stretched out his palm, pulled the jade box on the right to his front, and a drop of blood fell.

crunch~
The jade box was opened, and a stone tablet lay inside.

The stone tablet was no bigger than the palm of my hand, with simple patterns carved on it, and looked extremely ordinary.

what!
Zhang Yuanzhu was surprised.

He scanned the stone tablet with his spiritual sense, but he couldn't detect it, even though the tablet was right in front of him.

The twelve-story glazed pagoda in his mind trembled, and streams of spiritual consciousness surged forth, but none of them detected the stone tablet.

"A secret treasure that conceals its presence?"

Zhang Yuanzhu took out the stone tablet.

In the next instant, the figure blurred, as if it did not exist in this world.

Deep within the soul, replace the [characteristic] karma, and carefully probe the causal lines.

The young man's expression was even more solemn, and the lines of cause and effect were so blurred that they almost disappeared.

"A very precious treasure, enough to save your life in a critical moment."

Zhang Yuanzhu carefully placed the stone tablet into his bosom.

Then, he turned his gaze to the jade box in the middle.

He stretched out his hand, pulled it in front of him, and blood dripped down.

Crunch!

The jade box was opened, revealing a jade slip.

Ordinary jade slips are the most common type of blank jade slips.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils remained calm as he took out the jade slip and probed it with his spiritual sense.

In an instant, a line of words entered my heart:
At the intersection of Kan and Li, when water and fire are in harmony, changes are most likely to occur!
(End of this chapter)