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

Chapter 154 The mountain does not see me, but I see the mountain.

Subsequently, Qi Yun followed the same method and did the same to several other companies.

Those who were stubborn and defiant, relying on the martial arts masters they had raised, and attempted to rebel, were all swiftly and decisively killed by Qi Yun and Yan Chifeng.

Faced with absolute power, the so-called guards and high walls are nothing but a formality.

The results of the raid were terrifying.

The granaries and cellars were piled high with new rice, old grain, and even cured meat and preserved meats, in quantities far exceeding the government's grain reserves!

Gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, and calligraphy and paintings were piled up like mountains, creating a shocking contrast with the starving corpses scattered across the fields outside the city.

Truckloads of grain were hauled out of the deep courtyard and sent to soup kitchens.

The old Taoist priest Songfeng selected many medicinal herbs from them. After returning to the government office, he secluded himself and spent his days and nights drawing "epidemic-repelling talismans." He also directed people to set up large pots to brew medicinal soup.

He burned the talisman into the medicinal soup, and then had someone mix the medicinal soup into the disaster relief porridge that was made with tree bark, grass roots, and a small amount of rice.

In front of the porridge stall, the porridge in the large pot had a turbid, almost blackish-brown viscous consistency and emitted a strange smell of herbs and tree bark, which could hardly be called delicious.

But for the disaster victims outside the city who had been struggling on the brink of death for far too long, this was still a life-saving treasure.

Holding their broken bowls, they greedily swallowed the scalding hot, coarse, yet truly filling and chill-free porridge, without caring about its color, aroma, or taste.

The pine breeze rustled through the trees, carefully observing some of the disaster victims who already showed signs of coughing and fever. It isolated the most seriously ill individuals, personally administering acupuncture and feeding them more concentrated medicinal juices.

His figure was busy and tired, but his eyes held a faint light of practicing the Tao.

For the next three days, Qi Yun stayed at the prefect's residence, spending most of his time in quiet meditation indoors.

He focused his mind on his dantian, repeatedly practicing the wonder of the transformation of "fire generating earth".

This sword technique was only recently mastered, and it is still quite rough, with much room for optimization and improvement.

With a slight thought, the Crimson Hunting Fire surged forth from the heart, blazing fiercely. Then, true qi circulated, drawing upon the intention of the spleen earth. The blazing flames gradually subsided and settled, transforming into a thick, powerful, and indestructible earth-yellow qi that swirled around the Chengyun Sword.

Each shift in intention requires an extremely subtle control over the five elements' mutual generation and restraint. At first, it is obscure, but gradually one becomes proficient. Before the sword is even moved, the atmosphere in the room is sometimes scorching hot and sometimes stagnant.

In his spare time, he would practice the "Nine Netherworld Silk-Pulling Seal".

This spell had performed remarkably well in the previous battles.

Although the restraint on that imperial guard lasted only a moment, it could only immobilize a part of his body.

However, this also allowed Qi Yun, at the level of receiving the talisman, to remain undefeated despite the fierce attacks of the Transcendental Master.

If one can cultivate to the second level and generate three connecting threads at once, then when one encounters that person again, it will be the moment of their demise!

During this time, Yan Chifeng became Prefect Li's "shadow," never leaving his side and watching his every move with eyes like a hawk.

Prefect Li was on pins and needles. He had to force himself to cooperate with the old Taoist priest Songfeng, while also enduring the pain of his severed finger and the constant psychological pressure. In just three days, he visibly lost weight, his eyes became sunken, and he looked as if he had aged ten years.

The expected messengers from Qingwei Temple were nowhere to be seen. This made Qi Yun suspicious. Had they completely abandoned Prefect Li's side and were focusing all their efforts on the Yin-Yang Furnace plan?

Since the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain.

On the morning of the fourth day, Qi Yun decided to stop waiting.

He divided the remaining grain in the city equally, keeping half within the city and transporting the other half outside the city for one last large-scale distribution.

Long lines formed again in front of the soup kitchen. The disaster victims, having learned that there might be no more food after today, flocked to the kitchen, but the scene was more despairing and silent than last time.

People silently accepted the meager but precious rations to survive, their eyes filled with complex emotions as they looked at Qi Yun and the others.

After the matter was over, Qi Yun, Song Feng, and Yan Chifeng stood outside the city gate.

Prefect Li was "invited" aside, his body trembling slightly, cold sweat soaking the back of his official robes, and he prayed frantically that Qi Yun would keep his promise.

Qi Yun looked at him and smiled calmly: "Lord Li, there is no need to panic."

"I always keep my word. I said I wouldn't kill you, and I won't."

Upon hearing this, Prefect Li felt as if he had been granted a pardon and was almost collapsing from exhaustion. He hurriedly bowed and kowtowed, his voice fawning and trembling.

"Thank you, Daoist Master! Thank you for sparing my life! This humble official... this humble official will definitely repent and reform!"

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!
Yan Chifeng, standing to the side, had his hair and beard standing on end, his eyes blazing with fury like molten lava, and he suddenly let out a thunderous roar.

"You corrupt official! Though you may have a thousand excuses and ten thousand reasons, the countless wronged souls in Yongzhou are all because of you! I, the Taoist priest, will spare you, but the people of the world will not! I, the Taoist priest, will not forgive you!"

The sound faded, and the sword was drawn!
A bright, cold light, like a bolt of lightning, swept across the cool morning air.

The relief and flattery on Prefect Li's face froze instantly, turning into extreme shock and disbelief.

Before he could even cry out in alarm, a head had already been severed from his neck and flown away!
Blood spurted more than ten feet from the severed neck. The headless corpse swayed and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The head that rolled to the ground stared wide-eyed, filled with astonishment, fear, and finally, solidified, endless resentment.

Qi Yun sighed softly, "Brother Yan's actions were not instructed by this humble Taoist. Ultimately, your sins are too grave to be tolerated in this world. This humble Taoist will perform a ritual to help you find peace!"

His expression was neither sad nor happy. He stepped forward, formed the Rebirth Mudra with his hands, and softly recited the Rebirth Sutra.

However, this time the ritual was different from the usual one.

As the scriptures were being recited, darkness returned.

As soon as Prefect Li's bewildered and listless spirit appeared, no dirt road materialized.

Instead, a pitch-black, icy chain suddenly emerged from it, its surface adorned with runes and imbued with an irresistible, awe-inspiring power of law, precisely binding Prefect Li's soul!

The soul let out a silent shriek before being violently dragged into the bottomless darkness by the chains.

(End of this chapter)