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

Chapter 131 The Temple of the Five Internal Organs

Qi Yun had to hurry on his journey and didn't have time to waste. Meeting the old Taoist priest would be too much trouble, and if something unexpected happened later, it would be bad!
He then decided to take matters into his own hands and immediately stepped forward.

His steps were deliberate, but they instantly caught the attention of the Zhou family servants.

Zhou Lin, who was simmering with anger and had nowhere to vent it, caught a glimpse of a stranger dressed in plain clothes. He immediately found a target for his anger, and his fury rose from his heart. He shouted angrily, "Where did this blind peasant come from!"
Get back here! You've disturbed the grave relocation ceremony, can you afford to take responsibility for that?

"Are you blind?! Men, break his legs and throw him out!"

Amidst the curses, he led two burly, menacing servants to meet him menacingly.

Zhou Lin grabbed a leather whip used for driving horses from the side and lashed it at Qi Yun!

The whip tip pierced the air with a piercing shriek, its force ruthless, clearly indicating a habit of tyranny.

Qi Yun's eyes turned cold. Without flinching or dodging, just as the whip was about to reach him, his right hand shot out like lightning and grabbed the tip of the whip with perfect precision!

The movement was so fast that it left only a blur.

Zhou Lin felt a tremendous force coming from the whip, and his tiger's mouth was in excruciating pain. Before he could understand what was happening, he was pulled forward and staggered.

With a swift movement, Qi Yun pulled Zhou Lin's bulky body to him like a kite.

Qi Yun's left knee, like a fully drawn bow, suddenly slammed upwards!
"Oh!"

A dull sound that makes your teeth ache!

The knee struck Zhou Lin squarely in the face like a hammer!

Click!

The bridge of his nose was instantly shattered, and blood mixed with snot and tears gushed out!

Zhou Lin could only let out half a scream before his nearly 200-pound body flew backward more than ten feet like a tattered sack being thrown, crashing heavily to the ground. He twitched twice before passing out.

His face was a bloody mess, a complete disaster.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye!

The two servants around them, as well as all the villagers watching the commotion behind them, were all stunned!
The noisy scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone stared wide-eyed at the sight in disbelief.

No one expected that this seemingly ordinary young man in plain clothes would be so ruthless and decisive in his actions!

"court death!"

"Take him!"

The two servants finally realized what was happening, and in a fit of shock and rage, they roared and pounced at the same time.

These two men had clearly practiced some basic martial arts; they were stable in their lower bodies, and their punches were powerful and aimed directly at Qi Yun's vital points, making them much more ferocious than ordinary farm men.

However, in Qi Yun's eyes, it was full of flaws.

He slightly turned his body to avoid the straight punch from the man on his left, then with his right hand, fingers together like a sword, struck the man's ribs with lightning speed, arriving after he had struck later.

The man was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood. All his strength was instantly drained, and he collapsed limply to the ground, curled up like a shrimp, groaning in pain.

Almost simultaneously, Qi Yun pivoted on his left foot and swept his right leg out like a steel whip, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and kicked the man on the right hard in the shinbone!
Click!

The ear-piercing sound of bones cracking was clearly audible!
The man let out a shrill scream, clutching his twisted and deformed calf as he collapsed to the ground, rolling around in agony. He quickly fell silent, unconscious from the pain.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Lin and his two wicked servants were all severely injured and unconscious!

Old Zhou, who was anxiously discussing things with the old Taoist priest, was startled by the sudden turn of events and turned around abruptly.

Seeing the miserable state of his son and servants, and then seeing Qi Yun striding towards him, his expression changed drastically.

Having weathered many storms, he suppressed his fear, quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, and managed to maintain a semblance of composure in his voice, though it trembled slightly:

"This... hero! Please! I am Zhou Bingsheng. I do not know when or where the Zhou family offended you, hero, to provoke such a thunderous rage?"
There must be some misunderstanding here! As the saying goes, it's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. If you have any requests, please speak up. My Zhou family is willing to do everything in our power to compensate you, turning hostility into friendship. Why resort to violence?

His words seemed humble, but were actually barbed. He paused, then pointed out the background, "To be honest, my daughter is not very talented, but she is currently serving in the county magistrate's mansion and is quite favored. If today's matter gets out, it will probably not look good for either of us."

How about we each take a step back?

He tried to appease the sudden and aggressive man by using both soft and hard tactics.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun merely curled his lips into a cold smile, without pausing in his steps.

He walked to the unconscious Zhou Lin, not even glancing at the old man, as if he were just a buzzing fly.

Then, he raised his foot and stomped down cleanly on Zhou Lin's throat!
Click!

Another chilling cracking sound!

Zhou Lin's throat was completely shattered. His body jerked violently, jolting awake from his coma. He let out an extremely painful "gurgling" sound, his eyes bulging out, filled with endless fear and pain. His limbs twitched and struggled violently for a few moments before he fell silent and died on the spot!
Old Zhou Bingkun watched helplessly as his only son was trampled to death on the spot. His pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and his whole body trembled violently. Pointing at Qi Yun, his voice was shrill and distorted: "You...you...in broad daylight, under the clear sky! Murder in public! Is there no justice?!"

He turned his head sharply and cried out for help to the old Taoist priest, Songfeng: "Master Songfeng! A thug is committing violence! Quickly..."

However, when he saw the old Taoist priest Songfeng, he stopped talking abruptly.

The old Taoist priest didn't look at him, nor at the dead Zhou Lin. Instead, he stared at Qi Yun with an expression of extreme shock and disbelief, his lips trembling as if he had seen something utterly impossible. Zhou Bingkun's heart sank, a huge sense of foreboding gripping him.

He wanted to shout again, but suddenly a clear and melodious sword sound rang out from behind him!

A flash of cold light, like a sudden appearance on autumn water, swept across his field of vision.

Zhou Bingkun felt dizzy, as if he had flown into the air, and saw his headless body standing still, with blood gushing out from his neck cavity. Then came eternal darkness.

In the instant the sword flashed and blood gushed out, Qi Yun's figure had already moved several feet away as lightly as a ghost, without a single drop of blood staining his blue cloth clothes.

He held a longsword, its blade gleaming as if newly forged, untouched by blood. His eyes were lowered, his face calm and indifferent, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust, and he murmured:

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings. You are burdened by heavy karma and entangled in karmic debts."

"This humble Taoist priest will go first to absolve you of your sins and karmic burdens. I will then recite scriptures to help you transcend these obstacles later."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable, cold authority.

"what!"

"Kill...kill someone!"

The crowd finally recovered from their extreme shock. Someone shouted first, and it immediately erupted like a pot boiling over, with terrified screams filling the air.

The spectators, who had been packed tightly just moments before, now wished they had more legs. They scattered and fled in all directions, crying and scrambling, wanting nothing more than to escape this suddenly appearing menace.

In a short while, the once bustling cemetery became empty and desolate, with only a mess and a few figures lying on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the graveyard fell into a deathly silence, leaving only Qi Yun, the dumbfounded old Taoist Songfeng, and Sun Miao, who was so frightened that his legs trembled and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Sun Miao was deathly pale, clutching her master's sleeve tightly, her voice trembling with tears: "Master...Master! Quick...run! This...this is a killing god! Run!"

Seeing that the old Taoist priest had no reaction and seemed to be in a daze, he could no longer care about anything else. He let go of the old Taoist priest's hand and scrambled down the mountain, disappearing from sight in a moment.

Qi Yun paid no attention to Sun Miao who had escaped and Song Feng who was standing there in a daze. He stepped over the corpses of the Zhou family father and son and walked straight to the strange coffin.

With a slight tremor, the Crimson Hunting Flame instantly coiled around the blade of the longsword in his hand.

"A prairie fire".

He uttered two words softly and thrust his sword straight forward!
puff!

The longsword pierced through the thick coffin lid as easily as piercing rotten wood!
"Ow!!!"

A chilling, inhuman howl, filled with endless resentment and pain, suddenly erupted from inside the coffin, sending shivers down one's spine!
Immediately afterwards, thick, black Yin energy visibly surged out of the gap, but it was blocked and burned by the Crimson Hunting Fire on the sword!
The coffin shook violently, as if something inside was pounding wildly.

Qi Yun remained expressionless, and with a slight twist of his wrist, the Crimson Hunting Flame burned even brighter!
In an instant, raging flames spread wildly from the sword hole into the coffin, and the entire interior of the coffin was engulfed in flames. The shrill howl turned into a desperate shriek, which quickly weakened and disappeared completely in just two or three breaths.

The Crimson Hunting Fire, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, surged back along the sword and disappeared into Qi Yun's body.

The flames seemed to have grown slightly larger than before, but only slightly, indicating that the contents of the coffin did not contain much "fuel".

Qi Yun sheathed his sword, turned around, and his gaze fell once again on the old Taoist Songfeng, who had been standing there motionless.

The old Taoist priest maintained his utterly shocked expression, as if frozen in time like a statue.

Qi Yun frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes, but still bowed respectfully as required by custom: "May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings. This humble Daoist, Qi Yun, greets fellow Daoist!"

He was indeed a little puzzled; the old Taoist priest had been behaving strangely since earlier.

Qi Yun's words seemed to finally trigger a switch within the old Taoist priest.

He shuddered violently, as if waking from a dream. He took two steps forward, his beard trembling with excitement, and his voice became hoarse and shrill from extreme shock.

"Master Qi... Master Qi! Is it really you?! Eighteen years ago, we parted at Baiyang Slope. I never... I never thought that I would see you again in my lifetime!"
You...you haven't changed at all!
Just like back then! No, she even looks younger and more ethereal than before!

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Qi Yun's calm expression suddenly changed, and his brows furrowed. "Eighteen years ago? Baiyang Slope? Fellow Daoist, have you mistaken me for someone else?"

This humble Taoist priest does not recall meeting you eighteen years ago.

His last visit to this world was twenty-two years ago; the timeline doesn't match up at all!
When Songfeng Daoist saw Qi Yun deny it, he became even more agitated and said urgently, "Daoist Master! You really are a forgetful person!"

Eighteen years ago, in Baiyangpo, there was that strange temple with the five internal organs, the coffin temple!
If it weren't for the Taoist priest's rescue, I would have been nothing but a pile of bones long ago!
I am deeply grateful and will never forget it!

"Eighteen years ago? The Five Internal Organs Temple, the Coffin Temple!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun felt as if struck by lightning!
"Fellow Daoist, are you sure it was eighteen years ago? And that it was... the Five Viscera Observation?"

"I'm absolutely certain! I'm absolutely certain!" Old Daoist Songfeng said firmly, his eyes filled with certainty and excitement. "When I first saw your divine appearance, I was awestruck!"

When we first met, I dared not recognize you. I thought you were a descendant of the Daoist Master who looked similar. But the more I looked, the more astonished I became. Daoist Master, your eyebrows, your demeanor, your spirit... are exactly the same as they were eighteen years ago... no, exactly the same!
Time has left no trace on you!

"You just introduced yourself by your Dharma name, and only then did this humble Taoist dare to confirm it. I never imagined that our parting at the Five Internal Organs Coffin Temple eighteen years ago would... would actually lead to our reunion!"

Qi Yun stood there, his heart filled with turbulent emotions!

(End of this chapter)