Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 127 The Number One Ghost in the World

She scrambled to her feet, her face filled with shock and lingering fear, and looked at Qi Yun: "Master...Master! What was that just now?"

Qi Yun remained calm: "Just a little magic."

I just let you experience firsthand the unpredictable and bizarre nature of magic in a real battle.

To avoid encountering heretical practitioners in the future and suffering great losses.

Now you understand? With your current strength, if you encounter someone who uses evil magic, forget about capturing them, you'll have a hard time even escaping.

If you encounter this situation again and something feels wrong, run away immediately. Don't be foolish and rush in recklessly.

Song Wan was still shaken; the feeling of being completely paralyzed, unable to breathe, and at someone's mercy was truly terrifying.

She finally understood why the bureau was so wary of those evil cultivators with strange abilities.

She nodded obediently: "Oh! I understand, Abbot."

"Go change your clothes," Qi Yun gestured to her dusty clothes.

"Yes." Song Wan blushed slightly and quickly turned to go back to her room.

A moment later, the two went to the Qingyang Palace dining hall for breakfast.

Master Gongyang was already waiting there. When he saw the two arrive, he greeted them with a smile and a bow.

Plain congee and side dishes, steamed buns and vegetarian bread—simple yet refreshing.

During the meal, Qi Yun casually asked, "Song Wan, have you heard any news from the bureau lately?"

Song Wan immediately put down her chopsticks and reported solemnly: "Reporting to the Abbot, your authority as a council member of the Xuan Yi Alliance and your authority as an in-house worshipper have been officially activated and entered into the system."

All branches across the country have been notified and are aware of your identity.

In the future, wherever you are, you can use this identity to temporarily dispatch local branch personnel for assistance if needed.

This is a copy of the authorization confirmation letter that was just faxed from headquarters.

As she spoke, she took a piece of paper from her folder.

Qi Yun glanced at it and nodded.

Song Wan continued, "In addition, your annual offering funds have also been allocated."

The bureau has opened a special account for you; this is your bank card.

She then took out a brand new bank card from her bosom and handed it over with both hands, saying, "The first batch of 200,000 offerings has been fully credited to your account."

Two hundred thousand!
In this day and age, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Moreover, this is only the most basic level, and does not include the huge expenditures promised by Bureau 749, such as the construction of Taoist temples.

Qi Yun doesn't have to do anything; he receives a fixed 200,000 yuan every year!
Qi Yun tapped his finger lightly on the table, smiling to himself: "I was worried about finding a job before, but now it seems that the 'job' of the Abbot of the Five Organs Temple has quite good benefits."

He didn't take the bank card, but simply said, "You keep it for me for now."

"Yes," Song Wan replied, carefully putting the card back.

"The headquarters also asked if you, the abbot, have made a decision regarding the location of the Taoist temple?" Song Wan asked again.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun fell into deep thought.

He originally intended to build Shenxian Mountain, the former site of the Wuzang Temple, where he had his chance encounter with immortals. It seemed only natural to rebuild it there.

However, after exchanging ideas with Master Gongyang and gaining a deeper understanding of "cause and effect" and "luck" through his own practice of magic, he changed his mind.

The old order has collapsed, and the cause and effect have been resolved.

When Yin reaches its extreme, Yang arises; therefore, one should start anew, in accordance with the natural order.

Moreover, the remoteness of Shenxian Mountain makes it difficult to attract worshippers.

The power of incense can have unexpected benefits in nourishing ritual implements and talismans.

He looked at Master Gongyang: "Master, you have long resided in Shu. Do you have any suggestions?"

Master Gongyang put down his bowl of porridge and smiled slightly: "May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings."

If the master wishes to remain in Sichuan, Qingcheng and Emei are both excellent choices.

These two mountains are blessed with natural beauty and have always been sacred sites for Taoism. However, the ancient Taoist traditions within them have not been revived and have remained vacant. If my Qingyang Palace had not happened to have the site of its ancestral temple here, I would probably have chosen one of them to establish the temple.

If the abbot chooses one, then we will be neighbors from now on, and it would be a pleasant thing to visit each other and discuss the Dao.

Qi Yun nodded, then turned to Song Wan: "The bureau should have information on both of these locations, right?"

Song Wan was clearly prepared and immediately replied, "Yes, Abbot."

Mount Emei is high and densely forested, with steep terrain and villages nestled within its slopes. The inconvenient transportation makes it difficult for believers and pilgrims to travel to and from the mountain.

Mount Qingcheng is renowned as "the most secluded place under heaven," with relatively gentle slopes, a tranquil and ancient atmosphere, making it ideal for creating a peaceful retreat and attracting worshippers. However…

"Just what?" Qi Yun asked.

Song Wan hesitated for a moment, "However, in recent years, due to the widespread popularity of Mr. Jin Yong's martial arts novels in Hong Kong, the descriptions of the Qingcheng Sect in the books are quite negative, which has led to some people having a bad impression of Qingcheng Mountain, which may have some impact on the initial incense offerings."

"Jin Yong?" Qi Yun was taken aback. There was a Jin Yong in this world?

He chuckled and shook his head. "It's just fiction, a work of fiction. How can we take it seriously? It's alright. In that case, let's settle on Qingcheng Mountain."

"Yes!" Song Wan immediately accepted the order. "I will report to headquarters immediately and start the site selection and construction process."

At that time, we will coordinate with the existing management department of Qingcheng Mountain to allocate suitable temples and courtyards on the mountain for cleaning and renovation, ensuring that the Wuzang Temple receives exclusive incense offerings.

After she finished speaking, she immediately got up and went outside to make a phone call.

After finishing breakfast, Qi Yun said to Daoist Gongyang, "Daoist, since the Palace Master has not returned yet, I cannot wait any longer."

We'll set off today to visit Qingcheng Mountain in person.

Master Gongyang looked apologetic: "May the Heavenly Venerable grant me boundless blessings. The Palace Master has been away on a pilgrimage and has neglected the Abbot."

"Once the Palace Master returns, I will inform you immediately and request your return to Qingyang Palace."

Soon after, Captain Liu Lan from the Chuancheng branch arrived by car to see him off. Her smile was both charming and capable: "Master Qi, headquarters has ordered our Chuancheng branch to fully cooperate with all your affairs here."

If we encounter any trouble in the future, and the high-ranking Taoists of Qingyang Palace are unwilling to help us, you must take good care of us.

Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, half-joking and half-seriously.

Qi Yun laughed and said, "Captain Liu, you shouldn't say that in front of Master Gongyang."

Everyone smiled upon hearing this, and the atmosphere became harmonious.

After noon, Qi Yun took Song Wan and boarded a vehicle arranged by Bureau 749 to leave Qingyang Palace and head to Qingcheng Mountain, which is known as the "most secluded place under heaven".

As the car drove further away, it left behind the hustle and bustle of the city.

About two hours later, a lush, verdant mountain range shrouded in mist came into view.

We've arrived at Qingcheng Mountain.

This mountain belongs to the eastern branch of the southern section of the Qionglai Mountains. It is named for its evergreen nature and its shape resembling a city wall.

It has been one of the birthplaces of Taoism since ancient times. Legend has it that Zhang Daoling, the Celestial Master, once built a thatched hut here to spread his teachings and founded the Celestial Masters Way (Five Pecks of Rice Way). Therefore, it is revered as the "Ancestral Court of the Celestial Masters" and the "Fifth Grotto-Heaven".

The mountain is dotted with temples and monasteries, and has many historical sites. Although it has experienced many vicissitudes and many ancient lineages have been lost, only secular Taoist temples remain to maintain incense offerings. However, the earth's veins still exist, and a serene and ancient atmosphere is palpable.

The vehicle stopped in front of a quiet courtyard at the foot of the mountain.

This place had been arranged in advance by Bureau 749 as Qi Yun's temporary lodging.

The courtyard, with its white walls and gray tiles, is nestled among bamboo groves and ancient trees. Opening the window reveals the mountain scenery, and one can hear birdsong and the sound of flowing springs. It is indeed a perfect place for quiet contemplation.

Song Wan was busy coordinating with the staff who arrived later and overseeing the specific matters related to the establishment of the Five Organs Temple.

Qi Yun stood with his hands behind his back in the courtyard, gazing at the vast Qingcheng Mountain. He saw towering peaks and palaces hidden in the green sea, shrouded in mist. It was indeed secluded, quiet, and elegant, with an extraordinary charm.

According to the observation of the qi, the qi in the mountains is balanced, peaceful, long-lasting, and in line with the Taoist concept of emptiness and naturalness.

"Establishing a temple here to continue the lineage of the Five Organs Observation is indeed the best choice!"

Qi Yun's mind was filled with quiet thoughts, and he was quite satisfied with this future place of cultivation.

A mountain breeze swept by, bringing coolness and a fresh start.

(End of this chapter)