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

Chapter 175 Cleansing the Large Intestines, Yun Cheng Ascends the Mountain

On an autumn afternoon in Qingcheng Mountain, the sky is high and the clouds are light. The sunlight, like molten gold, shines through the layers of leaves, casting dappled and shimmering spots of light on the mountain path.

The air was crisp and clear, carrying the slightly astringent scent of decaying pine needles and fallen leaves, along with the last fragrance of vegetation. The distant mountains were a tapestry of verdant green and golden hues, with only the occasional bird song drifting from the deep ravines, creating an ethereal and tranquil atmosphere.

Qi Yun, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, walked leisurely up the stone steps alone.

Yesterday, Song Wan asked him for leave, saying that her mother's death anniversary was approaching and she needed to sweep the tomb with her father, Song Dingqian. He naturally agreed, but as he walked to the gate of Youxian Palace and looked at the tightly closed vermilion gate and the few yellowed paulownia leaves that had fallen in front of the gate, he couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

The temples and monasteries have been newly built, but the incense offerings are so few. It is indeed necessary to open the gates wide and attract believers. Otherwise, how can the lineage of the Taoist tradition continue?

He sighed softly, took out a copper key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and with a soft "click," pushed open the heavy door.

The palace was even more silent, with only the autumn wind blowing through the eaves of the halls and pavilions, making a soft whistling sound.

He first went to the main hall of the Three Pure Ones, and respectfully offered three sticks of incense in front of the statues of the Three Pure Ones. He watched the smoke rise straight up and blend into the dim light inside the hall. Then he went straight through the side corridor and entered the more secluded Five Organs Temple at the back.

For the next three days, Qi Yun spent his time in this quiet mountain palace.

I practice my Qi in the morning, slowly demonstrating Xingyi Quan in the courtyard. My movements are smooth and natural, causing the true Qi in my body to rise and fall like the tide.

In the afternoon, he would either peruse Taoist scriptures in the Sutra Repository or practice the Five Elements Sword Technique on the mountaintop platform with his sword. Sometimes the Chengyun Sword would be enveloped by the Crimson Hunting Fire, with raging flames, and at other times it would transform into the heavy earth element that suppresses the mountain, with golden light appearing and disappearing in an instant.

At dusk, I would stroll along the mountain path, watching the sunset melt into gold and the evening clouds merge, until the sky was filled with stars before returning to my quiet room to meditate and cultivate my inner energy.

They take care of their own meals, and although the food is simple, they are happy with it.

These days, quiet and undisturbed, allowed him to completely calm down the slightly restless state of mind he had been experiencing during his recent travels.

Late on the third night, Qi Yun sat cross-legged on the couch, his mind sinking into his dantian.

Forty-two streams of milky-white true qi flowed mightily, gleaming brightly. With a slight thought, he guided one of the purest streams of true qi, letting it sink downwards and slowly merge into the "large intestine" organ.

With the nourishment and cleansing of this abundant true qi, Qi Yun felt a slight warmth in his lower abdomen. It was as if an invisible brush was gently brushing away and peeling away the stagnation and filth that had been hidden deep within his intestines for many years.

Through internal observation, one can see extremely fine, dark-colored turbid impurities being forced out by the true qi, which are then burned into nothingness by the residual heat of the ever-flowing Crimson Hunting Fire.

A sense of clarity and lightness from within became increasingly apparent, as if a long-blocked riverbed within the body had been completely cleared, and the flow of clear energy suddenly became much smoother.

As the last wisp of stubborn turbidity was refined, the large intestine suddenly trembled, radiating a pure, moist, and gentle glow full of conductive power, which complemented the clear radiance of the other three internal organs.

At this point, the gallbladder, stomach, small intestine, and large intestine have all been thoroughly cleansed, and the process of eliminating impurities is more than half complete.

Qi Yun could clearly feel that his ability to absorb and transform the essence of food and water, and to separate and excrete turbid toxins, had reached a new level. His body was cleaner and more flawless, and he felt comfortable and refreshed.

The speed of his cultivation was so fast that if word got out, it would leave most cultivators in the world speechless with astonishment and disbelief.

However, just as he was enjoying the joy of his improved cultivation, the illusory image of the Causal Furnace deep between his brows suddenly trembled slightly without warning, and an extremely subtle yet unmistakable feeling of palpitation suddenly came, interrupting his immersion.

Qi Yun suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed.

He immediately focused his mind and looked inward. He saw that among the countless shimmering and intertwined golden threads of cause and effect in the furnace, there was a thin thread that was originally bright and quite tough. At this moment, it was rapidly dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye. The light was fading and the thread was becoming indistinct, like a candle in the wind, about to break and be completely annihilated in the next moment!
Qi Yun's mind sharpened, and he immediately focused on this line.

Upon closer inspection, what faintly emerged from the causal line was actually Song Wan's delicate yet somewhat stubborn face!
"Song Wan?!" His face instantly darkened.

The causal thread is about to break but hasn't quite; this is a sign that the causal relationship is about to come to a complete end!

Song Wan had just entered his tutelage, and their master-disciple relationship had only just begun. It was precisely at this time that their karmic entanglements were deepening. If she had not died and her soul had not been scattered, how could such signs have appeared?
She was just returning to the mountain town to sweep her mother's grave, could she have encountered some misfortune on the way?

Just as Qi Yun's mind was racing, a clear but slightly urgent knocking sound suddenly came from the heavy outer gate of Youxian Palace.

"Boom boom boom!"

Immediately, a young, anxious voice pierced the silent night.

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant boundless blessings! Is Abbot Qi of the Youxian Palace on Mount Qingcheng here?"
"I, Yun Cheng of Qingyang Palace, have an extremely urgent matter to discuss!"

"Yun Cheng?" Qi Yun immediately remembered that this person was the second disciple of Master Jiusong of Qingyang Palace and the junior brother of Daoist Songfeng. He had met him once before when he went to Qingyang Palace.

He came under the cover of night, and in such a hurry…

Qi Yun's figure flickered, and he had already darted out of the quiet room like a wisp of smoke. In a few leaps, he had passed through many palaces and arrived at the palace gate.

With a creak, he suddenly pulled open the door.

Under the moonlight, Yun Cheng, dressed in a slightly disheveled Taoist robe with sweat on his forehead, was bowing with his hands clasped, his face full of urgency and worry.

Upon seeing Qi Yun, he immediately bowed deeply: "Yun Cheng of Qingyang Palace greets Abbot Qi!"

The situation is urgent, and I apologize for disturbing you so late at night; it was truly unavoidable. I hope the Abbot will forgive me!

"Fellow Daoist Yun Cheng, there's no need for formalities. Please come in and speak." Qi Yun stepped aside to let him in, his ominous premonition growing stronger.

Yun Cheng waved his hands repeatedly: "Master, let's talk here!" He took a breath and said very quickly, "It's Captain Liu Lan of the Chuancheng Branch of the 749 Bureau and Captain Song Dingqian of the Shancheng Branch who got into trouble!"

And...your disciple, Miss Song Wan, is probably also involved!

Qi Yun's eyes narrowed: "Tell me in detail!"

“About five days ago,” Yun Cheng said quickly, “Captain Liu arrested a group of three tomb raiders who were selling stolen goods in the city.”

During the interrogation, two of them died mysteriously in their sleep under close guard. Their deaths were extremely bizarre; they were soaking wet and their faces were bluish-purple, as if they had drowned!

The forensic examination confirmed that the cause was asphyxiation.

Captain Liu originally wanted to ask my senior brother Songfeng to use his magic to conduct a thorough investigation, but at that time my senior brother had already gone to the capital with our master.

In the following days, Captain Liu also discovered that the whole thing was caused by that group of tomb raiders who had dug up a large tomb at the border of Qin and Shu, fearing that there was still danger inside the tomb.

They then contacted Captain Song Dingqian of the Shancheng Branch Bureau to conduct a joint investigation.

Three days ago, two small teams, accompanied by the tomb raiders, went to explore the ancient tomb. After entering the tomb, they completely lost contact and disappeared without a trace, along with all the team members; their fates are unknown!

"Headquarters received the report of the missing person last night and immediately ordered Captain Zhang Guisheng, who is from the neighboring Qin Province, to lead a team to investigate overnight. At the same time, a document was issued, earnestly requesting your assistance, Master Qi!"
However, since I cannot contact you immediately, I can only send this message via private message right away, and ask you to come down the mountain to provide assistance as soon as possible!

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun's expression suddenly darkened.

He suddenly remembered something, and a thought struck him. He immediately waved his hand hurriedly to Yun Cheng: "Wait a moment!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned and rushed out like an arrow, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and in a few steps he arrived in front of Song Wan's courtyard.

Without hesitation, he pushed open the door with a bang.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing straight at the fax machine on the desk.

Sure enough, a fax lay there quietly, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

He picked it up and saw that it was a formal letter of assistance from the 749th Bureau, with a strict format and a bright red official seal:

[Internal Fax Telegram]

Sent to: Master Qiyun Temple, Youxian Palace, Qingcheng Mountain

Issued by: Liu Zhenhua
Level: Critical

Abbot of Qiyun Temple:

The Liu Lan Squad of the Chuancheng Branch and the Song Dingqian Squad of the Shancheng Branch (including Song Wan, a disciple of Guiguan Temple) have been out of contact for more than 48 hours while carrying out a joint reconnaissance mission codenamed "Deep Pool" in the area where Qin and Shu meet (see the attachment for specific coordinates).

Given the critical situation, and in accordance with the relevant agreement, we earnestly request that the Abbot, out of friendship, immediately mobilize to assist Zhang Guisheng's team in carrying out search and rescue and investigation work.

The situation is serious; we await your immediate reply!

749 General Office

November 1995, 10

Qi Yun put down the fax machine and sighed deeply, his voice heavy: "Song Wan left, and I was so negligent... I should have moved this fax machine into my room long ago!"

Before he finished speaking, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He turned and strode back to his room, took out the Chengyun Sword and slung it behind his back. The dark scabbard gleamed coldly under the lamplight.

Upon arriving at the palace gate, he agreed without hesitation.

The two walked swiftly down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, a dark black SUV lay dormant like a lurking beast.

Qi Yun flung open the driver's side door, his voice firm and resolute: "You give directions, I'll drive."

As soon as Yun Cheng fastened his seatbelt, the car suddenly jolted.

The engine roared, the tires screeched wildly against the ground, and the car tore through the night like a black lightning bolt, bursting forward violently!
The intense thrust pressed Yun Cheng firmly against the seat, almost suffocating him.

The scenery outside the window rushed past wildly, blurring into a dark, flowing shadow.

Qi Yun's face was as cold as ice, but a burning light burned deep within his eyes.

He held the steering wheel firmly with both hands, each movement as precise as a machine. The car seemed to come alive under his control, speeding and flying along the treacherous mountain road.

Approaching the bend, drifting away, then approaching again... the sound of tires scraping the ground and the wind mingling together to create a rapid rhythm.

The off-road vehicle accelerated continuously, roaring and tearing through the tranquility of the night in Qingcheng Mountain, heading straight for the Qin-Shu border.

(End of this chapter)