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Chapter 60: Dayu Controls Floods, Where Did the Immortals Go? (Subscription Request)

If you want to learn to be an immortal, you should fly into the sky on a crane.

"Higher." Liang Yue instructed Jin Wu. What if some blind person who didn't sleep late at night shot him with an arrow? Wouldn't that be funny?
Gah!
The Golden Crow rose again, and the roof of the earth shrank into a small dot.

The grass tortoise Xuanwu poked its head out from Liang Yue's collar and also followed its master's example by closing its eyes and feeling the cool breeze.

"Ga Ga!" Jin Crow looked down and saw this scene. He was so angry that he cried out in a gacha noise, as if he was telling the grass turtle to get off. The grass turtle seemed unable to react and was so slow that it was very irritating.

"Don't panic. Wait until Xuanwu grows up a little, then let it carry you." Liang Yue said with a smile.

The Golden Crow has become much smaller in size, probably several times larger than a normal crow. It is not too magical, but when it is angry, it can return to its previous size.

The sky gradually turns white, and the light shines for thousands of miles.

Liang Yue commanded the Golden Crow to descend, took out chopsticks from the storage bag, threw them to the ground, and transformed into a black-maned horse.

Da da da……

The sound of horse hooves was urgent, stirring up dust along the way.

Nowadays, Ma Zhu has mastered the Taoist magic to a high level, and the appearance of the horse is lifelike. Most people cannot tell that it is a fake horse, so he can just go to a deserted place and change it back to its original shape.

Along the way, we saw beautiful scenery and cultural heritage. Compared with the eight southeastern counties with complicated political situations, although the people here looked pale, they were relatively stable.

Chaisang, Xunyang County, is where the nine rivers converge.

At the head of Xunyang River, the waves are vast, the towering Lushan Mountain is majestic, the scenery is magnificent, the sails are hoisted high, and the sound of oars can be heard from thousands of miles away.

Taishigong said: I climbed Mount Lu in the south and watched Yu dredging the Nine Rivers.

This is a place with spiritual mountains and rivers and flourishing humanities.

"Dayu, Fang Xiangshi..."

Fang Xiangshi was an ancient wizard. The sacrificial dance he performed was called Yu Bu. Dayu might be a great wizard in ancient times.

In ancient times, there was no distinction between witches and kings. The king was a god, and the god was also a king.

Dayu, Fangxiangshi, wizards, Taoists... perhaps they are all passed down from the same lineage.

There was definitely spiritual energy in Dayu's era. The Fangxiang clan flourished during the Shang and Zhou dynasties. Historically speaking, the spiritual energy began to decline in that era. However, Liu An of the Western Han Dynasty was able to find a blessed land with spiritual energy, so there might have been even more in that era.

Unravel the mystery and deduce the profound principles.

The more Liang Yue sorted out the clues, big and small, over the years, the more he felt that this legend was true.

Others thought that there were relics of Zhang Daoling, the Heavenly Master, in Mount Lu, but Liang Yue instead sought the elusive and unattainable Fang Xiang of Dayu.

Looking for stories from three thousand years ago.

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Green peaks surround the mountains and rivers, and green willows brush the ancient roads.

The land of the Tao family. The Tao family fell into decline during the time of Tao Yuanming's grandfather. His father died when he was eight years old. Fortunately, the family had land, so they could live a wealthy life.

Pastoral scenery, thatched cottage and courtyard.

Tao Yuanming planted five willow trees and enjoyed the coolness under the shade of the trees. The fields outside the courtyard were overgrown with weeds, with seedlings only visible in the sparse gaps.

He did not pay attention to the countryside, but read poetry and books leisurely, feeling relaxed and happy.

A few days ago, he refused the call and continued to live a carefree life in the countryside.

"Yuan Liang!"

Suddenly, Tao Yuanming was startled by a greeting from the side.

"Who?" Tao Yuanming was startled and turned around to see that it was Liang Yue from Kuaiji, thousands of miles away.

"Shanbo, have you really become a god? How did you get here?"

"Haha, I've been traveling for many days and I got a ride on the way."

Liang Yue sat down and placed Xuanwu on the table, allowing it to crawl freely. This guy was quite smart and turned back automatically when he reached the edge.

Tao Yuanming was quite surprised and said, "Is this a grass tortoise? Haha, I want to raise one too!"

It was the first time he had seen such an obedient tortoise.

The two chatted about their recent developments over the past two years.

He still couldn't find the Peach Blossom Spring, so he returned home and lived in seclusion ever since.

"You said there is a descendant of Zhang Daoling in Mount Lu. Where is he now?"

This is the purpose of Liang Yue coming here.

"He is not a descendant, but one of Zhang Daoling's descendants." Tao Yuanming corrected him, "As for how to find him... Actually, there is no need to look for him. He is in semi-seclusion on Wulao Peak on the mountain."

There are many Taoist temples on the mountain. Zhang Daoling's descendant is named Zhang Wenzhi, who has always lived in Wulao Peak. He originally lived in an ordinary thatched cottage, but later the house collapsed, and the court paid for its repair.

"This person has a strange temper. There are only two people in the temple. Although Qinglian Temple entertains guests, there are no gods to worship. The Five Elders Peak is difficult to travel and rarely visited. It is a place for quiet cultivation."

The two chatted for a while and then set off for Wulao Peak of Lushan Mountain.

Wulaofeng.

The peaks touch the sky, majestic and precipitous. On the cliffs on the mountainside, there are three or two palaces with yellow tiles and red walls. The scorching sun falls on the roofs, making this place look like a golden palace.

An old Taoist priest with white hair and youthful face and wearing a green robe stood on the cliff. The mountain wind was howling, and it seemed to blow him off the cliff.

The old man stood still, his expression unchanged.

At the foot of the mountain, dignitaries like ants were walking up the mountain for fun, sweating profusely and panting.

Zhang Wenzhi ignored the mediocre people below. Although the high-ranking officials and nobles had noble status, at this moment, they were nothing more than ants in front of the mountains and the earth.

Fame, wealth and status are just passing clouds.

What Zhang Wenzhi pursues is the way to immortality.

He went up the mountain at the age of eight and followed his master's teachings for the rest of his life. He never left the mountain and spent his whole life pursuing the path to immortality.

I don't know when a handsome young man came behind me.

"Master, are there really gods in the world?"

"Have."

"Where is the immortal mountain?" asked the young man.

"Even if the opportunity has not arrived, there will be a day when I will see the immortals." Zhang Wenzhi said this without any confidence. He has been practicing since he was a child, but apart from a strong internal strength, he has no secret skills of immortals.

After a long while, the young man said, "Master, I plan to go down the mountain. General Zhou has recruited me to be the chief clerk."

His words were euphemistic, but in fact he did not want to accept the Taoist inheritance and planned to go down the mountain and enter officialdom.

"Okay, let's go down the mountain."

With tears in his eyes, the young man bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, then left without looking back.

Zhang Wenzhi was silent for a long time.

It is hard to find a successor, but the human heart is still there.

This is the fourth disciple to come down the mountain. Now he is old and cannot train disciples from a young age, so he can only find some young disciples.

Young disciples often have unstable minds. But his age does not allow him to train disciples from a young age. Otherwise, the master will be old and the disciples will be young, the skills cannot be passed on, and the inheritance of Wulao Peak will be lost.

The sun is high in the sky and the clouds are parting.

The fog and clouds on the Wulao Peak have cleared, and I want to ask where the immortal comes from.

Dignitaries came to the mountain to visit one after another.

"I'm staying here today. I've been reciting poems and writing couplets during the day and drinking and singing at night. Where is Qinglian Mountain Master? Zhou Sheng wants to see you!"

Zhang Wenzhi turned around to receive him.

At this time, two more young men went up the mountain.

"What a beautiful scenery," Tao Yuanming looked into the distance. Green cypresses shaded the peaks, and clear springs filled their necks. What a wonderful peak.

"When I learn how to farm, I will definitely come here to live in seclusion."

"Then you have to ask the owner of this place." Liang Yue said with a smile.

The hermit here might be a person with a heart for Taoism. After all, although the scenery here is beautiful, one must be able to endure loneliness.

"Haha, what a great place! It's worth the climb."

A fat scholar said.

He was sweating profusely, and his chest and back were wet. This hard work was worth it.

This person doesn't look like a celebrity, but there is no rule that prohibits fat people from becoming celebrities.

"Uh uh..."

Suddenly, the fat man couldn't breathe, and fell down holding his chest.

"Brother Zhou? Brother Zhou!!"

The other four people rushed to support him, but because of his heavy body, he eventually fell to the ground.

The fat man's face was pale, his lips were purple, and his consciousness was unclear.

"what happened?"

Zhang Wenzhi's expression changed and he walked over quickly.

"Please make way."

Liang Yue pushed everyone away, took out thirteen golden needles, and without even looking at them, quickly inserted them into the acupuncture points as if he was fooling around.

"Hey! Who are you?"

The crowd didn't even have time to stop it.

After the golden needle was inserted, the fat man's expression eased a little.

Zhang Wenzhi looked at Liang Yue in surprise, what a brilliant technique!
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