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

Chapter 81 The Disorder of Yin and Yang in Heaven and Earth
Qi Yun frowned, remaining vigilant: "Qingming? Your previous words were coherent and your schemes ruthless; you didn't seem like someone in a daze!"

Yunyangzi sighed deeply, his illusory figure fading further in the morning breeze.

"I am the seventh abbot of Qingwei Temple on Nanping Mountain."

After ninety-eight years of arduous cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the Transformation Realm. At the age of ninety-nine, knowing his time was near, he forcefully attempted to break through the 'Form Refinement' barrier, hoping to prolong his life, but alas…

His voice was filled with endless regret, "My inner demons arose suddenly, my obsession was too strong, and I failed at the last moment!"
The physical body is about to collapse, and the primordial spirit will also dissipate.

In utter despair, a single wrong thought led him to fall into the realm of ghosts!

At first, I still retained some semblance of clarity, and only wished to use this ghostly body to prolong my life for a few more days until my eldest disciple, who was traveling, returned to the mountain and explained the location of the temple's inheritance and various secret treasures. Then I would disperse my primordial spirit and seek a clean end!

His voice suddenly turned pained: "How hateful! How hateful!"
The realm of ghosts is murky and defiled, and is most likely to defile the primordial spirit!
As time goes on, the evil spirits invade the soul, and the mind becomes as if it has fallen into a quagmire, becoming increasingly confused!

The desire to cling to life and the lust to possess another's body are like a festering sore, gnawing at us day and night!
When my disciple returned, weary from his journey, I found that I had been completely dominated by demonic nature!
Take advantage of their unpreparedness... strike hard, seize their spirit, and steal their body!
From then on... he completely fell into depravity, transformed into a demon, and slaughtered living beings to prolong his life... committing boundless sins!

The legacy of Qingwei was also severed because of me!

"I am truly a sinner for my sect throughout the ages!"

The grief and regret almost shattered his remaining soul.

He was breathing heavily, his illusory figure flickering as if he might disappear completely at any moment.

He looked at Qi Yun, his eyes filled with an almost pleading despair and a humble expectation:

"The sins I have committed against the world and the transgressions I have done to my disciples are beyond redemption, even if I were to die a hundred times!"
However, the Qingwei Temple has been passed down for more than 700 years, and it is the result of the hard work of the patriarchs of all generations.

Although its lineage is not earth-shattering, it is still a dignified and orthodox Taoist practice, and it also has the heart to help the world and bring peace to the people.

"It is wrong to sever all ties because of my sin alone!"

He struggled to bow deeply once more, his body, formed from remnants of his soul, undulating violently in the morning breeze.

"This humble Taoist is shameless and begs for your mercy, fellow Taoist!"
Considering my past merits, including saving your master's life, and also considering the innocent lineage...

Fellow Daoist, please go to the former site of Qingwei Temple on Nanping Mountain. In the back mountain, inside my cenotaph, lies the jade slip containing the core inheritance of our sect.

Choose those with kind hearts to pass on my Dharma lineage.

"The 'Stabilizing Yang Hairpin' that I used years ago, though not a top-tier magic weapon, still possesses considerable spiritual power, capable of calming the mind and dispelling evil. I offer it to you, my fellow Daoist, as a token of my appreciation for your guidance!"

I only ask that if, in the future, you encounter someone of pure heart and unwavering resolve to follow the Way, you pass on this knowledge to them.

"May the lineage of Qingwei Dharma continue unbroken in the world. Even if I were to fall into eternal damnation, I would still be deeply grateful for the great kindness and virtue of my fellow Daoist!"

Every word is written in tears, every sentence is filled with sorrow.

A once righteous and virtuous person's final confession and entrustment before completely disappearing.

Qi Yun silently watched the dissipating remnant soul. The regret in its words, the fear of the severance of its inheritance, and the last bit of humble hope were all incredibly real.

He slowly lowered the long sword in his hand, finally nodding, his voice deep and resonant:
"Nanping Mountain is clear and subtle, and behind it is a cenotaph. I have noted it down on the path."

If the opportunity arises, I will not fail in my duty and will seek a talented individual to continue the lineage of Qingwei.

"Okay...okay...thank you...thank you, fellow Daoist..." Zhang Daoyun felt relieved, and a smile of relief, almost pure, appeared on his illusory face.

The last trace of heavy resentment that lingered in his remnant soul dissipated because of this entrusted promise.

His entire soul became "lighter" than ever before, but this also accelerated the process of dissipation.

"It was this obsession that overwhelmed me back then, and I still can't let go now. I'm truly ashamed, so ashamed!"

He murmured self-deprecatingly, his voice ethereal.

Suddenly, his fading soul trembled violently, as if remembering something extremely important, his voice carrying a hurried, almost urgency, understanding of some great terror:

“Fellow Daoist! There is one more thing! After I fell into the Ghost Path... my senses of the Qi of Heaven and Earth have become unusually acute, and the order of Yin and Yang in Heaven and Earth seems to be quietly reversing!”

The yin and ghostly energy is accumulating and becoming increasingly heavy, while the pure yang energy between heaven and earth is declining!

This is not a phenomenon limited to one place, but rather a pervasive trend!
A calamity of impending doom may be lurking! Fellow Daoist, please be extremely careful in the future!!

"Is the balance of Yin and Yang in the universe out of order? Is there an accumulation of ghostly energy? Is Yang energy declining?"

Qi Yun was shocked, as if struck by a heavy hammer!
This immediately reminded him of reality.

The ghosts were extremely powerful, far surpassing anything in this world.

Could it be related to this matter?

His own Great Black Law also indicates that he must act on behalf of Heaven to uphold the law and maintain Yin and Yang. Is there any connection between these two?

Before I could think further, a ray of golden dawn finally pierced through the clouds on the eastern horizon, pouring down with boundless vitality!

Zhang Daoyun let out a soft sigh that sounded like both a lament and a sense of relief.

That ray of morning light, imbued with the pure power of nascent yang, was both the gentlest comfort and the most merciless judgment, softly brushing against his extremely faint, remnant soul.

Silently.

That lingering image, burdened with too much sin and regret, and ultimately bearing only the attachment to its heritage and a warning to heaven and earth, vanished completely in the cool morning breeze, like a thin mist evaporated by the sun.

Qi Yun stood on the rooftop, gazing at the spot where Yun Yangzi had vanished, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, his hands forming the Rebirth Mantra, and his mouth softly chanting sutras for salvation.

The scripture, deep and solemn, carried a compassionate power that transcended the souls of the dead, echoing across the desolate ruins of Yangliutun.

Just as the scripture was finished being recited.

hum!
Qi Yun's brow twitched suddenly! The profound and mysterious black edict rune appeared on its own!
A condensed, almost tangible beam of light shot out from the center of the decree, not as an attack, but as if an invisible scroll were being unfurled.

In an instant, the light within a radius of several feet centered on Qi Yun was abruptly swallowed up! A pure, absolute darkness descended, seemingly capable of absorbing all light!

This darkness was not gloomy, but rather carried a sense of supreme and majestic underworld order.

In the very center of this netherworld realm where the decree was being spread, a semi-transparent figure, filled with utter astonishment, slowly materialized.

It was Zhang Daoyun who had just vanished!

He stood blankly in the darkness, unable to speak, but his soul was more solid than before it dissipated, and an expression of disbelief remained on his face.

Immediately afterwards, behind him, a dense, seemingly eternal darkness silently surged and parted.

A muddy path appeared, stretching straight ahead, leading into the unknown and unpredictable depths of darkness.

The confusion in Zhang Daoyun's eyes quickly turned into understanding, followed by a surge of immense, indescribable excitement and gratitude.

Without further hesitation, he composed his soul and, facing the direction where Qi Yun was, clasped his hands together, left hand over right, and performed a proper and meticulous Taoist salute.

This is the most respectful greeting a disciple of the Qingwei Temple gives when meeting their elders.

After the ceremony, he had no more lingering thoughts. He turned around, took a step, and embarked on the "path to rebirth" manifested by the power of the imperial edict.

The figure merged into the gray mist and the path of runes, gradually disappearing into the depths of the underworld.

As his figure completely disappeared, the absolute darkness that covered an area of ​​several meters receded rapidly like a tide.

The golden, warm sunlight, now unobstructed, poured down with a deafening roar, instantly engulfing the dilapidated roof.

The entire ravaged Yangliutun was bathed in a warm golden light.

A morning breeze swept by, stirring up a few wisps of charred paper ash.

Qi Yun stood alone at the highest point of the roof ridge, his straight back outlined by the golden morning light.

The sunlight fell on his young face, but it could not dispel the heavy gloom deep in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)