Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 161 The Immortal and Buddha's Dojo, Eyes That Remain Closed

"I want you to feed the demon with your own body."

Fan Qinghui's expression was firm, and her tone was calm, as if she were doing something extremely sacred.

Inside the main hall, the air was filled with the fragrance of incense.

Smoke rose slowly beside her, making her compassionate and aloof face appear even more otherworldly.

Shi Feixuan is the next head of Cihang Jingzhai.

Since you are going to become the master of Cihang Jingzhai in the future, you must be prepared to sacrifice yourself.

Cihang Jingzhai, acting on behalf of Heaven, selects a worthy ruler, assists a wise monarch, suppresses evil forces, and saves all living beings.

Under this philosophy, personal honor, disgrace, life, and death can all be placed after the well-being of the people.

"Yes."

Shi Feixuan lowered her head, her voice still cold and clear.

"I will persuade the Eastern King Duke."

She paused, her expression growing even more resolute.

"If necessary, I can sacrifice everything."

She did not question or resent her master's actions, but rather agreed with them.

Fan Qinghui looked at her most satisfied disciple, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

"Feixuan, thank you for your hard work."

Shi Feixuan didn't speak, but simply nodded silently.

Then, she turned and left the main hall.

Gathering like-minded people to attack the Eastern King Duke will inevitably cause chaos in the martial arts world.

When war breaks out and masters clash, countless lives will inevitably be lost.

If we sacrifice ourselves, we can persuade the Eastern King Duke to change his mind.

Or, it could create an opportunity for the righteous path to assassinate the Eastern King.

This is a wonderful thing for all people.

Even if none of the above works, as long as she can convey the specific information about the Eastern King, it will all be worthwhile.

After Shi Feixuan left, Fan Qinghui sat alone in the hall, pondering for a long time.

The candlelight flickered slightly.

Outside the palace, clouds and mist surged, and the distant sound of bells drifted over.

Finally, Fan Qinghui picked up her pen and wrote several letters.

A copy was given to Jingnian Zen Temple, requesting Master Kong's assistance.

One copy was given to Ning Daoqi, the Taoist master.

Ning Daoqi agreed with Cihang Jingzhai's philosophy of choosing a master on behalf of Heaven, and once borrowed Cihang Jingzhai's unique martial art, "Cihang Sword Manual".

With this connection, Ning Daoqi could be said to owe Cihang Jingzhai a favor.

This is a perfect opportunity to invite him to come and act on behalf of Heaven.

As for the others...

Fan Qinghui held her pen for a long time, but in the end, she threw the several unfinished letters into the fire pit.

A flicker of fire, and the paper turned to ashes.

The righteous path may seem vast, but in reality it is a disorganized mess.

Given the gravity of the matter concerning the East Sea Immortal Sect, few would be willing to truly risk their lives.

Sometimes, engaging in exchanges and inviting a wide range of people can backfire.

Thinking of this, Fan Qinghui summoned her disciples.

"Spreading the news."

The disciples bowed their heads and obeyed the orders.

Fan Qinghui's voice was firm, and every word she uttered carried a clear purpose.

"It is said that the Eastern Sea Immortal Sect wants to unify the world and become the leader of the martial arts world."

"At the same time, we will spread the reputation of the Eastern King as the greatest martial artist in the world."

"To explain to all the folk forces the evil nature of the East Sea Immortal Sect and the Eastern King Duke, so that the East Sea Immortal Sect will be on the opposite side of the world."

"In particular, we must not allow forces such as the Li Clan, Yuwen Clan, Dugu Clan, and Wagangzhai to get close to the East Sea Immortal Sect."

"Yes."

The disciple respectfully agreed.

Thanks to Cihang Jingzhai's years of hard work, the news will surely spread far and wide in a short time once it is released.

The reputation of the East Sea Immortal Sect subsequently became utterly infamous.

In the martial arts world, reputation is sometimes sharper than swords.

Fan Qinghui was well aware of this.

Whoosh!

In the mountains and forests, Shi Feixuan used her lightness skill, like a mountain goddess, to move through the towering and dense forest.

She lightly touched the branches with her toes, her figure ethereal.

The verdant branches and leaves were lifted by her clothes, but quickly returned to their original state.

A mountain breeze blows, causing strands of hair to flutter.

As Shi Feixuan hurried on her way, she pondered how to approach the Eastern King.

"Experts of this level have keen eyesight; ordinary disguise techniques are unlikely to fool them, and petty tricks would only backfire."

She quickly made a decision.

"Why not just go to their door and reveal your identity?"

Since the Eastern King dares to unite the Demonic Sect, he will not be afraid of the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai coming to his door.

Being honest with yourself might give you a chance.

Soon, Shi Feixuan arrived near the Yin Gui Sect's mountain gate.

This place is no longer the former Yin Gui Sect.

The mountain gate has undergone a complete transformation.

The entire mountain range was shrouded in invisible clouds and mist, which drifted like a fairyland.

The distant mountain peaks are faintly visible.

Palaces, stone steps, and trees float in the mist, making it impossible to discern the true nature of the mountains.

Shi Feixuan stopped in her tracks, her brows furrowing slightly.

This cloud and mist is no ordinary mountain mist.

There seemed to be a hidden formation within, and a pure and spiritual energy flowed around it.

"Who?"

Suddenly, a figure leaped out from the clouds.

The man was dressed in the robes of the Eastern Sea Immortal Sect, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes wary.

"All bystanders, leave immediately!"

Shi Feixuan remained calm, gave a slight bow, and said, "Please inform the Eastern King that Shi Feixuan, the successor of Cihang Jingzhai, requests an audience."

Upon hearing the words "Cihang Jingzhai," a strange light flashed in the disciple's eyes.

He looked Shi Feixuan up and down for a moment, then turned and disappeared into the clouds.

……

The messenger led the way.

Shi Feixuan walked through the mountain path and stone steps and met the legendary Eastern King Duke.

At this time, the Eastern King Duke did not possess the extraordinary appearance of the white dragon, nor did he have the supernatural power of four eyes.

He was simply dressed in a plain robe, his long hair casually draped behind him.

The alchemy furnace in front of him emitted a strange and wonderful fragrance.

Shi Feixuan inhaled a wisp of air and immediately felt her mind clearer.

"Shi Feixuan pays her respects to the Eastern King."

Shi Feixuan gracefully bowed.

This was the first time she had actually met the so-called Eastern King.

This person lacked the arrogant and domineering aura of ordinary masters, and also lacked the murderous pressure that made people afraid to look directly at him.

He sat there, looking like an ordinary Taoist priest.

Her temperament is noble and elegant, like a celestial being detached from the mortal world.

Shi Feixuan's heart stirred slightly.

If one hadn't personally witnessed him riding the purple cloud and taking Lu Miaozi away, it would be difficult to connect this Taoist priest with the legendary Eastern King, who is said to have unified the demonic sects and wreaked havoc on the world.

"Shi Feixuan?" Huang Bai looked at the woman with interest. "What brings you here?"

Shi Feixuan raised her head, her expression calm.

"He came to assist the princes and nobles."

Huang Bai didn't speak, he just looked at her.

Shi Feixuan continued, "The prince aspires to rule the world; I can help persuade the powerful clans throughout the land."

"Cihang Jingzhai has dealings with various forces. If the king and nobles are willing to care for the common people, the world may not necessarily be able to avoid war."

"Besides that, I can fulfill all of Your Highness's requests."

"Is it about choosing a master on behalf of Heaven?"

Huang Bai shook his head and chuckled.

"I don't need strategists. Since you want to join the East Sea Immortal Sect, then start as a menial servant."

"Alright." Shi Feixuan paused for a moment, then quickly regained her composure. "This servant also knows odd jobs and can take care of the prince's daily life."

Huang Bai glanced at her and waved his hand.

"No need, please leave."

"Only a body that is completely clean and immaculate is qualified to serve me."

"..."

A hint of disbelief appeared on Shi Feixuan's elegant and aloof face.

He actually said he wasn't clean?

No one has ever described her like that before.

Whether they were young heroes of the martial arts world, noble families, or renowned figures in the martial arts community, everyone who met her regarded her as a deity.

She is a successor of Cihang Jingzhai, a fairy in the hearts of countless people.

The Eastern King Duke before her, however, regarded her as an ordinary mortal.

They didn't even give her the right to serve them.

At that moment, Shi Feixuan felt a rare sense of embarrassment.

However, she quickly calmed down.

Since you have chosen to feed the devil with your body, you must be prepared to be humiliated.

"……good."

Shi Feixuan responded in a low voice.

She turned and walked out the door.

Just as I stepped over the threshold, Huang Bai's voice came from behind me again.

"The Yang Gong Treasure Vault is in Chang'an. I will go to Chang'an in a few days to open the treasure vault, and everything will be resolved there."

Shi Feixuan paused in her steps.

Huang Bai continued, "Tell Cihang Jingzhai to keep the He Shi Bi and Cihang Sword Manual safe. I will go and retrieve them myself."

Shi Feixuan had her back to him, and her steps paused slightly.

"Yes."

She left the East Sea Immortal Sect and that very night sent a message back to Cihang Jingzhai via carrier pigeon.

In the days that followed, the news spread far and wide.

Almost everyone knew the location of Yang Gong's treasure trove.

They also knew that the Eastern King Duke was about to go to Chang'an to open the treasure vault.

A trickle of water, winding and turning a thousand times.

At the end of the mountain stream, a thin old man stood on the mountain path.

The old man wore loose robes, and his beard and eyebrows were gray.

He appears old, yet he is immortal; there is a sense of returning to simplicity in his every gesture.

This person is none other than Ning Daoqi, the number one expert in the Central Plains and a Daoist hermit.

Ning Daoqi was detached from worldly affairs and his whereabouts were elusive; in the eyes of the world, he was the closest person to a deity.

At that moment, he gazed at the sky and sighed deeply.

"White Dragon, Immortal Sect, Eastern King Duke..."

Ning Daoqi murmured these words.

"It's Zhang Jiao and Sun En again. I'll take action myself."

Wow!

The next moment, Ning Daoqi leaped more than ten zhang.

His figure was graceful and unrestrained, like a free-spirited cloud or a wild crane, and he disappeared into the mountains and forests in the blink of an eye.

He endorsed the philosophy of Cihang Jingzhai and owed them a favor, so he had to step in this time.

Moreover, although Ning Daoqi did not concern himself with worldly affairs, he was unwilling to see the next Zhang Jiao or Sun En lead the Daoist sect down the evil path.

The Taoist community is already in decline.

If we suffer another heavy blow this time, the orthodox tradition will probably be difficult to recover.

Guanzhong.

A secluded and quiet place.

The man was dressed in a blue robe, tall and slender, with a face so handsome it was almost otherworldly.

He stood in the shadows, as if half of him belonged to the human world and the other half to the underworld.

Upon hearing the news from the outside world, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"The unification of the demonic sects... Interesting."

Wow!

The void twisted and the light and shadow shifted, and the person vanished from the spot.

Lingnan, the desert, Jibei, overseas...

The top martial arts masters Ning Daoqi, Song Que, Turkic Bi Xuan, Korean Fu Cailin, and Shi Zhixuan, all set off for Chang'an.

They wanted to personally meet this so-called number one master in the world, the Eastern King.

The righteous Cihang Jingzhai and Jingnian Chan Temple, along with the Li clan they supported, also made some arrangements in Chang'an.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

A storm was brewing in Chang'an.

The messages were sent to various places one after another, attracting experts from all over to come.

Some people are after Yang Gong's treasure trove.

Some people were after the He Shi Bi jade.

Some people are concerned about the upheaval within the Demonic Sect.

Most people just want to see for themselves whether the so-called Dongwanggong is a true immortal or a demon.

Everyone rushed to the location Huang Bai had mentioned before the middle of the month.

There is much commotion in the outside world.

The Yin Gui Sect's mountain gate, now the headquarters of the East Sea Immortal Sect in the Central Plains, appears unusually quiet.

On this day, a brilliant purple light shone forth, and auspicious omens filled the air.

A unique fragrance wafted from the depths of the mountain gate in all directions.

Wherever the fragrance reaches, living beings feel refreshed and invigorated.

The injured person's hidden wounds healed on their own, and they gained some understanding of the technique.

The vegetation in the mountains is growing wildly, with withered branches sprouting new leaves.

Birds and beasts lingered outside the forest, seemingly attracted by the fragrance, yet dared not approach.

Huang Bai sat cross-legged in the courtyard, his breathing long and deep, with a five-colored ball of light slowly rotating behind his head.

On his forehead, two third eyes, one black and one white, quietly split open.

Its aura forms into dragons and tigers, its light manifests as auspicious clouds, and strange phenomena constantly change around it.

The alchemical furnace emits rosy clouds, and golden liquid flows.

Profound and mysterious, beyond words.

His surroundings were filled with a bizarre and fantastical scene, resembling a sacred Buddhist temple.

The flowers and plants seemed to possess a spirit, tilting slightly towards where he was.

The fire in the alchemy furnace shone brightly even without wind.

Even the moss in the cracks of the stone steps gleamed with a faint, ethereal light.

Soon, the strange phenomenon gradually disappeared.

The purple light receded, and the auspicious energy returned to the body.

Between the two third eyes in the center of the yellow and white eyebrows, a golden vertical line slowly emerged.

The vertical lines are fine and bright, like an eye that has not yet opened.

The third Heavenly Eye—the Eye That Never Opens.

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