Under One Person: In the Lü Family, Liver Becomes Supreme

Along the way, we passed the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, about two miles from the main hall of Chongyang Palace, where Chengdao Palace is located. It has green tiles, earthen walls, and ancient trees reaching the sky.

In the southeast corner of the courtyard, a mound of earth, not particularly imposing, lies quietly. In front of it stands a blue stone tablet inscribed with the four powerful characters "Tomb of the Living Dead," with smaller characters next to it recording the year of its reconstruction.

I think Xiaolongnu was from the final episode of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

Immediately, Lü Xin became interested and wanted to break the silence, so he asked Zhang Boqing, who was standing next to him, with great enthusiasm.

"By the way, old Taoist priest, is there anyone named Little Dragon Girl in this Tomb of the Living Dead?"

"Tsk, kid, are you trying to pull this nonsense on me?"

Zhang Boqing, whose expression had been calm, twitched at the corner of his mouth and glanced at Lü Xin speechlessly.

"How could there be outsiders in this Tomb of the Living Dead, especially someone called Little Dragon Girl? You should read less of those novels. Do you even know the origin of this tomb?"

He suddenly became interested in this complete tomb of the living dead.

Lu Xin nodded, organized his thoughts, and began to answer.

"In the first year of the Dading era of the Jin Dynasty, Wang Chongyang, at the age of 49, was disappointed in his resistance against the Jin Dynasty. He dug a cave more than ten feet deep here and lived in seclusion, calling himself the Living Dead. He secluded himself in the tomb for two years, using the quiet cultivation in the tomb to sever his mortal world and cultivate his Daoist heart."

"He hung a plaque on the tomb: 'Spirit Tablet of Wang Haifeng.' Haifeng means madman, who called himself a 'living dead.' He was still alive, but lived in a 'tomb,' hence the name 'Tomb of the Living Dead.'"

"At the same time, this person also wrote a poem to explain: 'Living dead, living dead, to die in life is a good cause. The tomb is quiet and serene, truly empty and still, separated from the dust of the mortal world.'"

In his previous life, he was quite interested in Taoist culture, so he knew some knowledge about most Taoist sects.

Zhang Boqing chuckled and nodded: "You're quite something, kid. You know a lot. You're definitely worthy of my Quanzhen School's approval. 'Death': The mortal self, greed, anger, ignorance, and worldly attachments—all 'die.' 'Living': The Dao heart, true nature, and primordial spirit—come alive in stillness."

"But the philosophy of my Southern School is different. My Southern School emphasizes living in seclusion in the city, blending into the world without being vulgar, being in the world yet transcending it, being in the dust yet transcending it. It does not require you to stay on the mountain. There are not many rules. At the same time, you can also get married and have children."

Along the way, Zhang Boqing also explained some key points of the Quanzhen School.

Both of them are extraordinary individuals, possessing great strength and considerable speed.

After traversing forests and treacherous mountains, and gradually increasing in altitude, we finally arrived at the territory of the Quanzhen School in Zhongnan Mountain.

The Zhongnan Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, with clouds and mist surging like waves among the peaks and valleys.

At the summit of the mountains, Chongyang Palace sits where the clouds are thickest, built against the mountain and rising in layers.

The ancient temple, with its bluish-gray hue, stretches along the mountainside, extending from the foot of the mountain to its summit, its upturned eaves appearing and disappearing amidst the pine trees and sea of ​​clouds.

It must be said that this is truly worthy of being called the Quanzhen School, which is on par with the Zhengyi School. Just the grandeur of the palace alone is unparalleled.

"Although Chongyang Palace has the title of the ancestral temple of the world, its location is not good. It is situated in a flat area, and if something goes wrong, the consequences would be unimaginable. In order to avoid war and to allow us extraordinary people to cultivate in peace, some palaces were built in Zhongnan Mountain."

"This is the true gathering place for the extraordinary individuals of the Quanzhen School."

As soon as the two appeared, two young disciples dressed in blue Taoist robes came forward and bowed respectfully to Zhang Boqing.

"Master."

Zhang Boqing nodded without saying anything more, and led Lü Xin straight towards the Taoist temple above.

Led by him, they finally arrived at a courtyard at the back. Zhang Boqing gently instructed, "Alright, young man from the Lü family, you can stay here for now. If you need anything, just tell the two disciples outside the door. Although you have no major problems entering the sect, you need to follow the rules step by step."

After saying that, he didn't linger and his figure flickered as he headed up the mountain.

Looking at the somewhat empty courtyard, Lü Xin was momentarily at a loss.

"Fine, since I have nothing else to do, I might as well cultivate."

Without hesitation, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, and his internal energy began to circulate under some strange guidance.

For a moment, the entire courtyard fell into an eerie silence.

Only the whispers of the mountain breeze and the faint sounds of Lü Xin's internal energy rising and falling, like the gentle breathing of his breath, could be heard.

After an unknown amount of time, Lü Xin opened his eyes, his Qi gradually calming down, and looked up towards the courtyard gate.

Suddenly, a woman dressed in a blue Taoist robe appeared, her robe simple and elegant, with wide sleeves that fluttered in the mountain breeze.

Her hair was tied up in a high bun, secured with only a single plain jade hairpin, with a few strands of hair hanging down her cheeks. Her skin was pale and her eyes were light-colored, like moonlight reflecting in a cold pool. When she looked at people, she neither smiled nor got angry; with just a faint glance, she exuded an aloof and otherworldly aura.

It can be said that the woman in front of him was absolutely the most extraordinary woman he had ever seen in his life; her otherworldly temperament was something he had never encountered before.

The next moment, a cold voice rang out.

"My name is Su Lingyue. My master asked me to take you to the main hall. Come with me."

His tone was calm, and that cool, aloof quality seemed to come naturally to him.

Master, it must be Zhang Boqing, right? That unreliable old Taoist priest actually has such a handsome disciple?

Lu Xin snapped out of his daze, stood up, nodded, and showed no sign of impoliteness: "Alright, then I'll trouble you."

Although the other person is indeed good-looking, they have cultivated for twenty years and been reborn twice, so they still have some self-control.

Led by the woman, Lü Xin headed towards the main hall at the summit of the mountain.

Along the way, he also discovered that this woman was of high status. The disciples of Quanzhen Sect who encountered her showed her great respect and greeted her in turn.

Su Lingyue, standing beside him, returned each and every one of these gifts without missing a single one.

These subtle behaviors also gave Lü Xin a clearer understanding of the person beside him.

Although she appears aloof, she possesses a gentle heart beneath that aloofness.

The two remained silent throughout the journey, and soon arrived at the palace atop the mountain.

The palace is majestic, with incense smoke rising. At the center is a statue of Lu Zu, whose Taoist robes flow like clouds, his eyes are clear and bright, and he exudes an air of otherworldly grace, calmly calming the mortal world.

There were very few people inside the palace, only Zhang Boqing and three other old Taoist priests.

Su Lingyue stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Boqing: "Master, the person has been brought."

Zhang Boqing nodded, gestured for Lü Xin to come forward, and then chuckled at an old man, his eyes full of pride.

"Haha, Old Wang, it seems that our Southern Sect will still have the upper hand in the end. Look, the genius disciple sent by Zuo Ruotong is an excellent talent suitable for cultivating the inner core of our Southern Sect."

The old Taoist priest whom he called Old Wang was none other than Wang Mingqing of the Longmen School, a representative figure of the Northern Quanzhen School.

Wang Mingqing carefully examined Lü Xin and snorted, "That's because you're lucky. A good teacher doesn't rely on their disciple's talent to achieve results."

Zhang Boqing was not annoyed by these words, but laughed even harder: "You old codger, you're just envious, don't you understand? I told you long ago not to stick to those old-fashioned rules, but you just wouldn't listen. No wonder your Northern Sect doesn't have as many disciples as we do."

The two have been friends for decades, so it's perfectly normal for them to bicker with each other.