Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 409 You still say you're not gods?

A bowl of oil-splashed belt noodles, topped with cured wild boar meat and fresh wild vegetables, with the sauce clinging to the noodles, tasted even better to Gu Zhao than the bowl Yun Yang had treated him to in Xijing.

After eating the noodles, two female tourists eagerly helped wash the dishes, and Master Fangde readily agreed. He then took out several disposable cups from the corner of the room and poured tea for the group.

As the sun was setting, it got dark quickly in the mountains. All that could be seen was the red afterglow in the west, but the surrounding area was already gradually darkening.

As the cool summer night breeze blew, the group couldn't help but start chatting again.

"Sichuan, Shanxi, Shandong, and Jiangxi provinces—four different provinces—all have old Taoist priests who can fly. This is no longer an isolated case; it should be considered a nationwide phenomenon of extraordinary abilities, right?"

“You missed the video of Mount Xiyue; Qin Province also has it.”

"The latest news is that Master Qingye of the Lingbao Sect of Gexuan Mountain and Master Mingchong of the Celestial Master's Mansion flew away side by side."

"Holy crap, the world feels like a completely different place."

"Suddenly it went from the science side to the fantasy side."

"Cyber ​​Cultivation!"

"I really want to cultivate immortality too!"

Gu Zhao sat to one side and turned to Daoist Fang De and Daoist Wu Zhi, "You two are also cultivators, what do you think of those other Daoists?"

“They are all true cultivators who have attained the Dao.” Master Fangde nodded.

"It dispersed the torrential rain and saved many properties and lives; its merit is immeasurable," praised Master Wuzhi.

“Actually, you two are also true cultivators,” Gu Zhao said with a smile. “You live in seclusion in the mountains, carefree and hospitable, and you don’t even charge us for the noodles you eat.”

“That’s right, that’s right.” The two women nodded repeatedly.

Master Fang De laughed and said, "How much is a bowl of noodles worth? We two old men rarely come out of the mountains. It's already very kind of you city folks to come and chat with us."

"Don't you guys use cell phones?" A man took out his phone. "I see there's a signal here."

Master Wuzhi pointed to a signal tower on a mountaintop not far away, "A few years ago, a tower was erected there, apparently to connect several surrounding villages to the network."

“But we don’t use cell phones. If we really want to know what’s going on outside, we can just take a look around when we go out to buy rice, flour, and oil, or we can go to the village to watch TV,” Master Fang De said with a smile.

"The news has all mentioned this in a veiled way," a man said. "It's said that Taoism is an important pillar of traditional culture."

Both Daoist Fangde and Daoist Wuzhi stroked their beards and smiled, their eyes filled with satisfaction.

"According to the news, superhumans didn't always exist. They didn't exist when China sank decades ago. What do you think happened?"

"Revival of spiritual energy?"

"A blessed land?"

"Body mutation?"

"The selection by the main god?"

"Anyway, some kind of change must have occurred."

"And for now, it seems to be only our Tianxia side. Otherwise, given the way those foreigners operate, if they had someone this capable, they would have already revealed themselves."

"Senior Fang and Senior Wu are also Taoists. Have you two thought about going to Qingcheng Mountain or Xiyue to meet those Taoist masters?" Gu Zhao asked.

The two old Taoist priests shook their heads with smiles.

"They have their way, and we have our way."

"Cultivating the Tao is cultivating the mind; to gain it is my fortune, to lose it is my fate." Gu Zhao bowed respectfully and said, "Both seniors have broad minds; this junior admires them!"

Master Fangde laughed and waved his hand, "We're just sour grapes."

As the last rays of the setting sun faded in the west, Master Wuzhi stood up and said to the crowd, “Although the huts are simple, some young people from the village occasionally come to stay, and they are kept fairly clean. You can make do with them.”

He was mainly talking to Gu Zhao, because the other backpackers were carrying simple sleeping bags and blankets, while Gu Zhao had lost his luggage and came empty-handed.

……

Silent all night.

Gu Zhao stayed overnight in the mountain cabin.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Gu Zhao gently got up, pushed open the door of the small house, and saw that Daoist Fang De and Daoist Wu Zhi were already dressed and practicing standing meditation and breathing exercises facing east on the mountainside platform.

Gu Zhao approached them, sensing the flow and rhythm of their breathing of the morning sun's energy, the circulation of their internal magical power, and the movement of their aura.

Among them, Master Fangde's mental fluctuations were active, somewhat similar to Shangqing, while Master Wuzhi's internal energy was intense, leaning more towards Quanzhen.

Of course, this is only a partial view, because Master Fang De's aura is also very strong, and Master Wu Zhi's spirit is also very good.

Gu Zhao raised an eyebrow, only then realizing that the two Taoist priests were not practicing the same method, but rather two different lineages. However, they also exchanged and learned from each other, cultivating their own fundamentals while also taking advantage of each other's strengths.

After about twenty minutes, the two old Taoist priests finished their breathing exercises and began to slowly practice their boxing again. It looked similar to the Eight Pieces of Brocade and Vajra Kung Fu, both of which are stretching exercises for health and wellness.

Another twenty minutes passed, and the morning's practice was over.

"What kind of fist technique was that just now?" Gu Zhao asked.

"It's nothing, just the two of us modified the Eight Pieces of Brocade a bit, to exercise and keep fit," Master Fang De said with a smile.

Gu Zhao understood that they had modified the Eight Pieces of Brocade to better suit their own needs. Although it seemed somewhat similar, it was actually more effective than practicing the Eight Pieces of Brocade normally.

“The two Taoist priests are highly skilled, and they will surely become as powerful as Taoist Master Mingchong and the others in the future,” Gu Zhao said with a smile.

Master Wuzhi shook his head. "The ways of Heaven are unpredictable; there are gains and losses. Who knows what they paid for becoming so powerful all of a sudden?"

Gu Zhao gave a thumbs up, "Senior, you have such keen insight. I really do know what they sacrificed. Would you two Daoists like to know?"

Master Fangde looked at Gu Zhao and asked in surprise, "What is it?"

"This is it."

Gu Zhao gently reached out and sent the two lightning seeds into the sea of ​​consciousness of Daoist Fang De and Daoist Wu Zhi.

……

As cell phone ringtones and yawns rang out one after another, six men and women emerged from the small house, rubbing their eyes as they looked at Daoist Fang De and Daoist Wu Zhi, who stood quietly on the hillside.

The two Taoist priests stood quietly with their eyes closed.

"What's wrong with the two Taoist priests?" a man asked.

As a woman packed her blankets and sleeping bag, she said to the group, "I brought some cookies. Let's take them out and have them for breakfast."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Fangde suddenly opened his eyes. A gentle breeze rose from nowhere and surrounded him. Then, it was as if an invisible aura burst out from his body, blowing all the surrounding flowers, grass, and fallen leaves in all directions.

At the same time, Master Wuzhi opened his eyes, and then his whole body emitted a hazy golden glow. The rising sun in the east seemed to cast a ray of sunlight onto him, making him look like a celestial being.

The men and women froze instantly, completely stunned. "You still say you're not gods?"

(End of this chapter)