Two Realms: Starting with transmitting the Taiping Jing to Zhang Jiao

"After you mentioned this word during the day, I tossed and turned all night. It seemed like an elder had mentioned something similar to me before, so I'm a little curious."

Yi Chuan was half-true and half-false. Song Ling looked at Yi Chuan's expression for a long time but couldn't find any flaws.

"Elder? Is the Taoist priest referring to the late Abbot Baiyun Temple?"

Yi Chuan shrugged, neither nodding nor denying.

"It must be so." Song Ling sighed. "It seems that the old abbot might really be someone who knows about 'Yujing'."

Yi Chuan frowned: "What exactly is Yujing?"

"An ancient temple, a mysterious and enigmatic place..."

Song Ling raised her head, a strange light appearing in her eyes.

"I learned about this place last year from a clan history left by a chieftain of Sichuan during the Ming and Qing dynasties."

Yi Chuan learned in high school that "Tusi" was a unique form of political power in the southwest region, and many places in Sichuan had such local governments.

Perhaps it was because of Yi Chuan's seal script, or perhaps it was the disappointment of not being able to find it after a long search, Song Ling pondered for a moment and continued:

"This genealogy mainly records a person named Qiongbu Ganzang, who was a Tusi (chieftain) during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. The fiefdom he inherited roughly included the central and western parts of Sichuan and the present-day Xinjiang-Tibet Gaba Prefecture."

"According to the clan records, this chieftain was superstitious and had a great fondness for strange tales. He eventually learned about a Taoist temple called 'Yujing' from his staff."

He rode his horse westward for a whole day before finding this strange Taoist temple called "Yujing".

According to the clan records, there were many Taoist priests in that temple, as if they were guarding something. It took a huge sum of money for Qiongbu Ganzang to allow him to enter alone.

Qiongbu Ganzang stayed at Yujing Temple for a day and a night. It wasn't until dark the next day that the slaves waiting outside the temple saw the chieftain come out.

This Qiongbu Ganzang had a strange expression and left only one sentence.

"Upon arriving at the Jade Capital, one can witness the cycle of reincarnation, the rise and fall of countless dynasties, and the fleeting nature of the alternation of the sun and moon, realizing that human life is but a moment and insignificant."

At this point, Song Ling's tone was filled with an indescribable excitement, and she looked at Yi Chuan with sparkling eyes:

"This trip to Yujing Temple had a great impact on Chief Qiongbu. Not long after, he brought several carts of gold and silver treasures to Yujing Temple, wanting to enter the temple again, but the Taoist priests at Yujing Temple refused to allow it."

"The chieftain of Qiongbu ultimately resorted to force."

"When he came out of Baiyun Temple for the second time, he was covered in cold sweat and left behind another sentence."

"Upon arriving at the Jade Capital, I saw countless gods, demons, monsters, and ghosts, whose deeds were beyond description. Upon leaving, I still felt as if I had fallen into a labyrinth of monsters."

Yi Chuan's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, but he remained outwardly calm:

"It's somewhat like a local legend from the Ming and Qing dynasties, a rumor that's not to be believed. It might have been fabricated by the descendants of the Qiongbu chieftain."

"No!" Song Ling shook her head, her words extremely firm: "Along with this clan history, there was also a thangka that the chieftain of Qiongbu commissioned the lama in his residence to make after he returned home."

"That Thangka was too damaged, but after technical testing, it was confirmed to be a product of the Ming Dynasty."

Song Ling shook her head, somewhat regretfully:

"The contents of that Thangka are far beyond your imagination, Daoist Master."

"Unfortunately, that Thangka has already been bought by a foreign collector. I only caught a glimpse of it and didn't have any photographic evidence."

"Sorry, I wasn't this talkative before." Song Ling suddenly covered her mouth and smiled shyly at Yi Chuan.

Yi Chuan waved his hand dismissively and continued to ask, "And then?"

"Later, as I told you during the day, this 'Yujing Temple' was passed down to the modern era, but it disappeared overnight because of the movement sixty years ago."

"Qiongbu Ganzang's territory is vast. Ever since I saw that Thangka last year, I have been searching for the 'Yujing Temple' in Sichuan, but unfortunately, I was too late."

Song Ling spoke with regret. It now seems that the old abbot of Baiyun Temple was very likely someone who knew the truth about the disappearance of "Yujing" back then, but unfortunately he passed away before the new year.

Yi Chuan seemed to suddenly realize something and said, "So, the rusty bronze statue in my main hall came from the Yujing Temple?"

Song Ling nodded: "Very likely."

Yi Chuan fell silent, looking up at the starlight and moonlight.

The incomplete Dao fruit in the bronze statue led him to travel back to the Eastern Han Dynasty. The crescent moon on the back of his hand twitched, and the nine-section staff was still in the room.

Yi Chuan could barely guess at what Qiongbu Ganzang meant by "the cycle of reincarnation and the rise and fall of countless dynasties."

However, the following phrase, "Gods, demons, monsters, and ghosts, whose deeds are beyond description," puzzled Yi Chuan.

Gods, demons, monsters, and ghosts? In this journey through the Eastern Han Dynasty, the only people I met who could be called cultivators were Zhang Heng and Zhang Xiu. I didn't see Yu Ji, but Zhang Jiao later obtained the Nine-Section Staff, so he could be considered one.

As for demons and ghosts? Bai Ze, that arrogant white cat? Hmm, how could they possibly be described as causing one to feel "as if falling into a nightmare"?

It's true that they often do things that are incomprehensible to people.

Two thousand years ago on Yangping Mountain, the Celestial Master Zhang Heng divined the name "Yujing" for Yi Chuan, which is why Yi Chuan just asked Song Ling this question.

However, after learning more about it, Yi Chuan's doubts grew, and he felt a vague unease.

"Is the believer not just an ordinary staff member of the Taoist Association?"

Having calmed down, Yi Chuan stared intently at Song Ling, whose eyes were curved in the moonlight.

"The Taoist priest is no ordinary Taoist either."

Song Ling responded with a smile, her gaze lingering on the stack of ancient seal script that Yi Chuan had written under the moonlight.

At this moment, the wind rustled through the pines, and the moonlight, like flowing water, poured down between the two of them.

"A powerful figure in town has made a move. You can't protect Baiyun Temple. For you, it's best to go down the mountain and find a place to recuperate. Maybe you can live a few more years," Song Ling suddenly said.

Yi Chuan nodded and bowed, saying, "This humble Taoist understands."

"Um."

Song Ling nodded in agreement, feeling a little annoyed. She had indeed talked too much tonight, even though she always maintained a cold demeanor at school.

Yi Chuan began copying again, while Song Ling watched on tiptoe until the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn before reluctantly leaving.

Reaching the courtyard gate, Song Ling, seeing Yi Chuan still intently writing, inexplicably took out her phone and snapped a picture.

"What a pity."

Looking at Yi Chuan's clear eyes and the pale dawn sky through her phone, Song Ling turned and left, muttering to herself.

"It could be used as wallpaper."

It wasn't until Song Ling had been gone for a long time that Yi Chuan put down his pen.

What he copied was naturally the twelve-volume "Taiqing Xuanyuanlu". To avoid errors in his translation of ancient seal script and Chinese characters, he copied the original from the Eastern Han Dynasty.

He separated the methods of consuming qi, guiding qi, praying for rain, and planting trees, knowing what kind of waves these things would stir up in this era.

"The tree may wish to remain still, but the wind will not cease."

After organizing and binding the twelve volumes of "Taiqing Xuanyuan Lu", Yi Chuan stared directly at the red sun in the sky, his eyes flashing with six-colored light.

Blood flowed from his nose again.