Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 162 Purple Qi Arrives from the East, Chang'an Manifests a Divine Manifestation

The third Heavenly Eye—the Eye That Never Opens.

Huang Bai gently stroked the golden vertical line between his eyebrows.

"Eyes that won't open..."

Huang Bai murmured the name.

After absorbing countless amounts of internal energy, he advanced the process of the fourth elixir restoration.

This change is not simply about increasing magical power or making the blood essence stronger, but rather about further touching the most mysterious acupoints in the human body.

Huang Bai closed his eyes and calmed his mind.

The closed eye is located in the center of the forehead.

In ancient times, it was called the ancestral aperture.

In modern times, it is called the pineal gland.

It is said that this is where the human soul resides.

As the name suggests, this eye is one that should not be opened easily.

It should not be turned on normally, nor should it be turned on by force.

Unless one experiences extreme joy or sorrow, or attains profound enlightenment.

If there is no opportunity, forcibly opening it will only disturb the mind and spirit and disrupt the fundamental nature.

Huang Bai gradually realized the truth.

"The ancestral aperture and the third eye, if they are not opened, then all is well; if they are opened, one can communicate with the divine."

"In short, this is the eye of enlightenment."

Possessing this eye can enhance one's spiritual practice and understanding of magical techniques.

If one day he suddenly understands the profound mystery, his unopened eyes will naturally open his ancestral aperture and heavenly eye, allowing him to comprehend the inconceivable Great Dao.

The strange phenomenon that Huang Bai experienced just now was not the kind of illusory scene generated by the elixir energy that was common in the past.

It was a kind of "field" that he finally comprehended by comprehending the Longevity Manual and the Heavenly Demon Strategy, and combining them with the principles of internal energy and external alchemy.

"This place can be called a sacred site."

Huang Bai thought to himself.

In ancient times, both immortals and Buddhas had their own sacred sites.

This kind of Taoist temple is neither a formation nor a blessed land, nor any kind of external magic.

In fact, the temple is the very essence of the immortals and Buddhas.

Immortals and Buddhas themselves emanate an energy field suitable for cultivation and residence, emanating from within.

If ordinary people stay in it, they will live longer, be healthy in body and mind, and get rid of illnesses on their own.

Plants and trees growing in such an environment are more likely to develop spirituality.

He now has one foot in the door of immortals and Buddhas, and is beginning to comprehend this method that is almost "Tao".

Just then, light footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

A woman walked in.

The person who arrived was none other than Shi Feixuan.

She gazed at the yellow and white figures in the courtyard, her expression more respectful than ever before.

For some reason, she felt that the yellow and white figures in front of her were somewhat different.

Just a moment ago, the courtyard was filled with a brilliant purple light, a strange fragrance, and the plants grew wildly.

She stood outside the door, feeling a sense of cleansing and the dissipation of worldly thoughts.

Now Huang Bai has put away the strange phenomena and closed his Dharma eyes, only the closed eye between his eyebrows remains.

The gold vertical stripes accentuated his appearance, making him resemble a deity from an ancient painting, and inspiring a desire to get closer.

Shi Feixuan felt a slight chill run down her spine.

This feeling was dangerous. She had come to offer herself to the demon, and the more the person in front of her resembled a god, the more easily her judgment would waver.

"Princes and nobles".

Shi Feixuan said, "Sect Leader Lu said the time is almost up, should we go?"

"it is good."

Huang Bai stood up.

"Let's go now."

He went to the backyard.

In the backyard, the bamboo groves are sparse and the stream flows gently.

Artificial hills and strange rocks stand side by side, and jade branches and jade flowers are arranged side by side.

This is an artificial fairyland specially created by the East Sea Immortal Sect according to Lu Miaozi's design.

The water flows through the artificial hills, clear as a ribbon.

More than a dozen red-crowned cranes were circling in the sky.

These white cranes have a wingspan of nearly two meters, a slender body, and snow-white feathers, with only a striking crimson dot on their heads.

The crane's cry was clear, melodious, and long, spreading far and wide.

These clear chirps made the place seem like a fairyland overseas.

Huang Bai arrived at the backyard, and the white cranes flying in the air all landed.

They folded their wings, lowered their long necks, and spoke in human language.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

"The white crane pays homage to the Eastern King!"

These white cranes are all demonic beasts created by Huang Bai.

It was usually used as a means of transportation for disciples.

Because the mountain gate was built relatively late, there are only ten of them now.

Huang Bai raised his hand and summoned the Lingzhi Cloud.

The purple Ganoderma lucidum grows tall in the wind, surrounded by swirling clouds, like a magnificent canopy suspended in mid-air.

Huang Bai sat atop the Lingzhi cloud.

The remaining nine core figures, along with Shi Feixuan, who led the way, made a total of eleven people who flew up into the sky and embarked on their journey to Chang'an.

The white crane took flight.

Purple clouds lead the way, followed by a flock of cranes.

Clouds passed through the mountain gate and soared into the sky.

Changan.

The martial arts gathering was bustling with people.

The area around Yuemaqiao Market has long been heavily guarded.

Soldiers were stationed at every intersection, and ordinary people were evacuated in advance.

People were everywhere—on the rooftops of streets, in restaurants by bridges.

Various kinds of sheds were erected on the open space.

All the surrounding restaurants were packed.

Upstairs and downstairs, by the windows and eaves, the place was packed with people.

After much encouragement from various people, almost everyone knew that the area around Yuema Bridge contained Yang Gong's treasure trove.

Those who come here dare not touch Yang Gong's treasure trove.

Because they all knew in their hearts that the treasure belonged only to the victors.

As for ordinary people in the martial arts world, they were simply there to witness this once-in-a-century event.

"Ten thousand coins for this seat!"

"Haha, here you go!"

"Esteemed sir, I am known as the 'Crossing-the-River Dragon.' Please do me the honor and offer me your seat."

"Who do you think you are, a mere outsider like me? You dare mess with our Sea Sand Gang? Get lost!"

Wherever there are people, there is bound to be a world of its own.

Some people argued over a better position, and some even came to blows on the spot.

Before they could exchange more than a few blows, the person who made the move was grabbed by the collar and thrown out by a nearby expert.

Wow!

The next moment, the experts began to enter the arena one after another.

Some people can scale walls and rooftops.

Someone leaped down from the roof.

The swordsmen, each displaying their lightness skills, landed in their prepared positions.

Each person who landed was followed by a murmur of discussion.

"The Radiant Return of Bashu!"

"Li Shimin of the Li Clan!"

"Good heavens, Master Liaokong is here too!"

"As expected, no one from Jingnian Temple was absent."

Wow!

At this moment, someone else fell.

This man has a high nose and deep-set eyes, with a gaze like an eagle's. He is tall and has a fiery aura.

He just stood there, and everyone nearby felt as if an endless heat wave was sweeping over them.

"Martial Lord Bixuan!"

"Oh my god, this one's here too!"

The moment this person appeared, the crowd erupted in a frenzy.

Then, another old Taoist priest with a graceful figure and an unusual appearance landed.

His robes were loose, his beard and eyebrows were gray, and he stood there casually, exuding a natural and unpretentious air.

The old Taoist priest landed beside the people of Cihang Jingzhai.

"Ning Sanren!"

"This elusive grandmaster has also arrived!"

Soon after, a middle-aged man with a refined and scholarly demeanor slowly approached.

His pace was slow, giving people a sense of calm and composure, like a mountain moving across the land.

"The Song Clan!"

"Song Que of the Heavenly Blade!"

Then someone else appeared from another direction.

He has a cool and aloof demeanor, and his manner is as sharp as a sword.

"Master Fu of Goryeo!"

"The four grandmasters have actually gathered here!"

Where had anyone ever seen such a scene before?

The crowd became agitated.

For an ordinary person in the martial arts world, meeting even one of them would be enough to boast about for half a lifetime, let alone all of them coming together.

"Only the Evil King and the Eastern King Duke remain."

"If these grandmasters were to fight, I would die without regrets."

"Shut up. If a fight breaks out, this whole town will be reduced to ruins."

Such a magnificent sight is a once-in-a-century event.

The two demonic sects and six paths, along with some Taoist sects, were unified by the Eastern King Duke, completely shattering the balance of power in the martial arts world.

This is precisely why it has attracted the attention of various forces.

Inside a private room in a restaurant.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling stood side by side by the window, gazing at the grand scene outside.

After these days of hard work, Kou Zhong has become the leader of the Young Marshal's Army and a significant local force.

Looking at the gathering of heroes in Chang'an, Kou Zhong couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

"Ziling, do you think Master Huang will come?"

Kou Zhong stroked his chin.

"Even a god would find it difficult to withstand an attack from four grandmasters, right?"

A master-level figure, possessing martial arts skills that are almost like magic.

If a fight really breaks out, this whole area of ​​the market will probably be destroyed.

Xu Ziling gazed at the sky and remained silent for a moment.

"No."

He said, "Master Huang will definitely come."

Kou Zhong looked at him.

"This is the pride of a cultivator," Xu Ziling said. "He disdains scheming and trickery, and he won't be intimidated by such a scene."

Cihang Jingzhai Residence.

Fan Qinghui stepped forward and thanked Song Que and Ning Daoqi, the Heavenly Blade Masters.

"Thank you both for coming."

Her expression was compassionate, and her tone was sincere.

"The people of the world are saved."

Upon hearing Fan Qinghui's gratitude, Song Que, a middle-aged man who had a past relationship with her, showed a slight relaxation in his expression.

In the end, he coldly replied, "What do you mean by 'all living beings under heaven'? I'm only here to hone my swordsmanship."

Fan Qinghui did not refute.

Ning Daoqi looked around and asked, "Will this person come back?"

The so-called Eastern Sea Immortal Sect has yet to appear.

Fan Qinghui calmly replied, "I will definitely come."

"Feixuan said that he will definitely come to retrieve the He Shi Bi jade and the Yang Gong treasure trove."

In order to lure the snake out of its hole, Fan Qinghui specially brought the He Shi Bi jade.

With this extraordinary treasure now on display, it's impossible for Dongwanggong to remain indifferent if he truly desires it.

Time passed little by little.

The setting sun sinks behind the western mountains.

The streets and markets of Chang'an were shrouded in a dim, yellowish twilight.

The initial excitement gradually turned into anxiety.

The discussions grew louder and louder.

"Could it be that they're too scared to come?"

"Who wouldn't be afraid to face four grandmasters?"

"Could it be that the Eastern King Duke has become a coward?"

"Hey, I told you long ago that the rumors about immortals are not credible."

Just as everyone was discussing it, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Look!"

"What is that?"

In an instant, everyone in the room followed that person's gaze.

As the sun set in the west, a myriad of rays of light illuminated the sky.

Crimson clouds dyed half of the blue sky red.

In the twilight, a purple aura suddenly appeared from the east.

The cry of the crane echoed in all directions.

At first, the purple aura was just a sliver on the horizon.

In the blink of an eye, the purple aura grew stronger and stronger, as if a road leading to the heavens was being laid out from the east.

The crowd finally caught a glimpse of its true form.

The Taoist priest was sitting upright on a purple cloud shaped like a lingzhi mushroom.

The Taoist priest had piercing eyes, wore a colorful feather robe, and had a handsome and dashing appearance.

A golden vertical line runs between his brows, and a faint divine light emanates from his forehead.

Ten white cranes flew behind him.

The white cranes flapped their wings, their feathers as white as snow, and each crane carried a person on its back.

Purple clouds stretch across the sky, accompanied by white cranes.

The clouds parted, revealing a vast expanse of sky and sunlight; it turned out to be immortals descending from the heavens.

For a moment, all was silent.

Immediately afterwards, a commotion erupted throughout the entire Chang'an market district.

"There really are immortals!"

"The legends are actually true!"

"Is this the Eastern Sea Immortal Sect?"

"It truly lives up to its reputation!"

"Arriving on clouds, accompanied by white cranes... what else could this be but an immortal?"

The dazzling and mythical entrance has undoubtedly shattered the worldviews of countless people.

Arriving on clouds, accompanied by white cranes.

This is the true immortal sect.

Compared to this, what are those martial arts heroes who roam the world so high and mighty?

Inside the restaurant.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling looked at each other in silence.

in case……

If they had chosen a different path back then, in the ruined temple, what would things be like now?

Kou Zhong's Adam's apple bobbed, but he ultimately said nothing.

below.

Even Ning Daoqi, this serene and detached Taoist master, was momentarily lost in thought.

He gazed at the yellow and white clouds and said, "Skin as smooth as ice and bones as pure as jade, a flawless immortal body."

"What a fine Dongwanggong!"

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