Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 470 West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce: It Lives Up to Its Name

In the following days, there were many news reports of Southeast Asian businessmen or warlords suddenly appearing in Tianxia to be tried.

Everyone knew that it was a Daoist master who had made the move, but no one objected.

Even though there are some sarcastic or insinuating comments online, they are not mainstream and nobody cares about them.

In the past few days, Gu Zhao, along with the two women, accompanied Zhang Hang and Song Qiuqiu to play happily in Yacheng, helping them calm their nerves.

After the Spring Festival holiday, Gu Zhao began to work.

……

Our first stop is Louguantai, located at the northern foot of the southern mountains in Shaanxi Province.

Gu Zhao rode the clouds and arrived at Louguantai, where he saw two old Taoist priests in their seventies or eighties leading a group of Taoists in ceremonial robes in a New Year's ritual.

Gu Zhao checked the time; today happened to be the Lantern Festival, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

So he didn't show himself, but mingled in the crowd, waiting for the two old Taoist priests to finish the ritual. Then he used Taoist Qi to condense a cloud, which shone with golden light under the sunlight.

The golden light shone on all the Taoist priests and tourists present, making them feel warm and cozy, as if an omnipresent warmth was penetrating their bodies and warming their bones and internal organs.

Wow! That's a miracle!

"I knew it! Louguantai is where Laozi wrote his five thousand words of wisdom. The master here must be exceptionally powerful!"

Some older people can even feel the various aches and pains in their bodies subsiding, and tired people feel full of energy.

Leaving aside the ordinary Taoist priests, the two leading old Taoist priests had actually cultivated the true Tao of internal energy.

At this moment, they all felt the Daoist true qi contained in the golden light, and their own internal qi, which had been replenished, even circulated two cycles faster. They couldn't help but look at each other with inscrutable expressions.

"Is it our turn?" the first old Taoist priest joked.

“Good luck.” The second old Taoist nodded. “Earlier than that old fellow in Chongyang Palace.”

However, they seemed unaffected, directing the Taoist priests around them to clean up the scene. Then, they changed into simple Taoist robes and went to the backyard of the Taoist temple.

Then they saw a handsome young man sitting under the old tree where they usually rested.

"My name is Gu Zhao. I have met Daoist Yixiang and Daoist Yihe." Gu Zhao stood up and said with a smile, "Uncle Yihong, Uncle Jingfa, and Uncle Fangde have all mentioned you."

Although Louguantai is the ancestral temple of the Wenshi School, the Wenshi School has long since declined. At this time, the Louguantai Dojo is presided over by the Longmen School.

Louguantai is also a sacred site of Taoism. The generation names of Taoist Master Yixiang and Taoist Master Yihe are not much different from those of Baiyun Temple. Both of them belong to the "Yi" generation. They also know Taoist Master Yihong of Baiyun Temple and Taoist Master Jingfa of Baxian Palace.

Hearing what Gu Zhao said, the two old Taoists' last questions were answered.

"Greetings, Mr. Gu!" The two old Taoist priests bowed.

There's not much more to say after that. Because of their contribution in providing information about Daoist Fang De and their old acquaintance with Daoist Yi Hong, Gu Zhao gifted them two Thunder Seeds to help them refine their dantian and sea of ​​consciousness and condense innate qi.

Besides them, there was also Master Shikong from Chongyang Palace. His generation name was from the Baxian Palace lineage, which meant he was a generation higher than Master Jinghong and Master Jingfa.

After giving away the three Thunder Seeds, Gu Zhao immediately took the three old Taoists back to Yangcheng and sent them to another world.

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The second stop was Baopu Taoist Temple on the shore of West Lake in Lincheng.

Five elderly Taoist priests, four men and one woman, sat around a pavilion by a pond, a pot of tea warming on the table. The chill of early spring lingered, and although the air in this coastal province was sufficiently humid, the moisture still made people feel uncomfortable.

However, this bit of cold air had no effect on the five old Taoist priests.

Although they weren't wearing single layers of clothing, but only thin cotton-padded jackets, their faces were still rosy in the cold wind, and after sipping a sip of hot tea, a wisp of white steam would even rise from their heads.

"Soaring through the clouds and mist, forging swords into silk."

"The Chunyang Sect really has sword cultivators. This flying sword technique isn't recorded in any Daoist scriptures. Could he have learned it from a web novel?"

An old Taoist priest with black hair and beard, but wrinkles so deep they could trap flies, was scrolling through videos on his phone.

"And this Daoist Yunyang, the Dharma form he manifested was clearly that of Lu Zu."

"I heard that he practices the 'Collection of Inner Alchemy Transmission by Zhong Lü,' and his internal energy of primordial chaos can manifest Dharma forms. His skill is truly profound!"

Another middle-aged Taoist priest, wearing a hairpin and with slightly raised eyes, who looked like a handsome uncle, pointed at a video on his phone showing Yun Yang manifesting the Eight Immortals and destroying an industrial park with a single sword strike.

Yun Yang's identity was naturally recognized as well. As a junior of Master Jingfa of the Eight Immortals Palace and a rare genius in the Taoist sect, he is now extremely popular on the Internet.

After all, he was the first Taoist transcendent who looked very young.

A smiling, white-haired old Taoist priest pointed to the latter half of the video and said, "Being able to manifest the Taoist Prison, that's true cultivation."

In the scene, Master Jingchun is suspended in mid-air, his hands clasped loosely under his abdomen, expressionless and motionless, while a small hellish world several miles in circumference appears in mid-air.

Within the smaller world, there were also eight powerful and imposing ghost generals dressed in red robes and black garments, with blue faces and fangs, each wielding a weapon.

At this moment, the Divine Prison appears to be half real and half illusory, leading everyone to believe it is an image similar to a mirage.

But as the ghost general roared, the Divine Prison plummeted, smashing the industrial park below into ruins, followed by endless yin winds sweeping across the surrounding area...

Everyone behaved themselves.

It was at this time that netizens in Chongqing learned that Master Jingchun, who had revealed his identity in the Jinshan incident, was actually a successor of the Zhengyi Fengyue Sect!
The comments section erupted into chaos.

"Ahhh! Those gods are so handsome! Just like the ones described in the 'Black Law Book'!"

"Which divine prison is this?"

"It looks like the Copper Pillars Prison; look at those huge pillars inside."

"I heard that Master Jingchun has released all the people he arrested. They should be allowed to enjoy themselves in the Copper Pillar Prison."

“Then they won’t be able to confess to their crimes while alive, and we still need to recover the stolen money.”

"It would be best to kill them!"

After browsing the comments section, the middle-aged Taoist priest switched back to the video, somewhat wistfully remarking, "It's a pity that Master Shenhao didn't reveal his skills. I wonder how powerful this elder of the Shangqing School would be if he were to make a move."

An elderly woman dressed in Taoist robes with a kind face, sitting opposite him, smiled and said, "You might see it in a few days."

At this point, the four Taoist priests focused their attention on an elderly Taoist priest sitting at the head of the table, who was quite plump.

The rather plump old Taoist priest stroked his beard and said, “My junior brother called me and only told me to find four fellow Taoists, but he didn’t say when this new master of the grotto-heaven would arrive.”

No sooner had the old Taoist priest finished speaking than they saw a young man strolling in through the back gate, smacking his lips as he walked, “West Lake Vinegar Fish, truly lives up to its reputation.”

(End of this chapter)