One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 153 152: Mount Li

Zhao Fuyun is also quite knowledgeable about ritual altar methods.

There are both grand and small ritual altar magic.

On a major scale, gods are enshrined, summoned, and cursed for several generations to pray for a country and change the celestial phenomena in a certain area.

Small ones can communicate with spirits and transmit sounds.

Many people think that small altar rituals are easy. The easy here means that one can perform it by oneself, while large altar rituals often require huge manpower and material resources. They cannot be performed by one person alone and often require the cooperation of a sect or a country.

Zhao Fuyun couldn't help but think of the ritual altar he used to kill Xu Yajun, the altar he had put together himself.

Now, the most crucial thing about this altar method is to master a spell called "divine sense". The dream-marrying technique requires a relatively close proximity, while "divine sense" only requires a slight feeling in the dark.

Coincidentally, at the moment when Zhao Fuyun refined the Red Flame Divine Lamp, his ability of "divine sense" could definitely be described as strong.

Moreover, he inherited the "Spiritual Wandering Sensation" from Tiandu Mountain.

Ma Sanhu would decisively teach him this magic because of the conversation between him and Zhao Fuyun. Zhao Fuyun could hear and speak very clearly, so he was sure that Zhao Fuyun had a strong "spiritual sense" ability.

After pondering for a while, he made a note of it in his mind and wanted to give it a try. However, he did not have any ritual instruments for the altar, so he gave up after thinking about it.

This Lulong County is not far from the place where the Ruyi Pavilion was robbed before. Most of the monks who were driven crazy by Master Yu came from this area.

He walked around a market town in Lulong County these days and felt that the market town was very deserted. He didn't know how it was before, but at least it was much quieter than Guangyuan Prefecture. Moreover, after drinking tea in a teahouse in the market town, he heard some people talking, and most of them were sighing.

It seems that many noble families or some small sects have encountered changes.

Behind a market town is the local spiritual practice community. When something happens in the spiritual practice community, the entire market town becomes depressed.

It is certain that what happened in Ruyi Bao Pavilion will greatly damage the reputation of the Wu family.

Moreover, he discovered that some people were very secretive when talking about those who had returned from Ruyi Bao Pavilion, as if they had something difficult to say.

Zhao Fuyun was thinking deeply. On that day, Wu Jiao said that Master Yu was possessed by a demon. He also felt that there was some demonic nature in Master Yu. How could he allow everyone to snatch away the magic weapons that he had refined with his own hands?

For some reason, ever since he came out of the Ruyi Pavilion that day, the heavy feeling in his heart has never completely dissipated, just like the dark clouds in the sky when it is about to snow, that gloomy and cold feeling has never dissipated.

He thought that Master Yu’s magic weapons were definitely not so easy to steal. If Master Yu was really possessed by a demon, then there might be problems with these magic weapons.

Moreover, that day he experienced the spell cast by Master Yu. The originally holy light became evil and demonic in his eyes.

He put down the teacup in his hand, paid the bill, then stood up and headed out of the county. It was a place of trouble and it was not advisable to stay there for long.

He continued to move upwards, practicing and refining his skills along the way.

He practiced the "Taixu Wujie Sutra". As the time passed, the aura on his body became weaker and weaker.

Many times, when he was watching a fun event, he would stand next to others and listen to them finish their stories without them noticing him.

He continued to recite the Taixu Lingwen in his heart, and obtained another spell: Taixu Imperial Order!

A spell can be followed by anything.

And the golden light to cut evil, the golden crow's divine light to escape, the golden crow to capture, the ever-changing, the Taixu Qiankun sleeves, etc.

The Golden Light Destroying Evil Technique can not only kill evil, but can also directly kill people's souls. As for the Golden Crow Divine Light Escape Technique and the Golden Crow Capture Technique, they also require daily practice.

Or you can practice the fine control of escaping by circling trees in the forest. And the grappling technique is to use the palm to grab a big tree to pull it out, practice the strength of grappling, and train the magic power. You can also practice fine control by grabbing fallen leaves in the mountains.

For a moment, he walked between mountains, rivers, and cities, shuttling back and forth between the mundane world and the world of cultivation, feeling the same world, but with completely different atmospheres.

Finally, he came to a small town called Lishan Town.

Mount Li is not a very majestic mountain, but it is famous for its quietness and beauty. There is a sect on the mountain called the Lishan Sect.

Perhaps it is not as big as a sect like Tiandu Mountain, but it is also a big sect within a thousand miles. Like the sect of Xuelong Mountain in Nanling Prefecture, it belongs to a powerful sect and depends on many aristocratic families.

Zhao Fuyun bought a name card in the town below, wrote his purpose and identity on it, and asked the Lishan disciple in the town who was in charge of this matter to deliver it.

Although Lishan Town is called a town, it can actually be said to be a small town where ordinary cultivators live, which is equivalent to Duxia City at the foot of Tiandu Mountain.

Most of the residents there are relatives of the disciples of the Lishan School.

They had seen too many cases like Zhao Fuyun, who handed in visiting cards and visited high-ranking monks in the mountains.

After traveling to so many places, Zhao Fuyun felt refreshed after entering Lishan Town. The whole Lishan Town looked elegant and there were no smoky brothels or the like.

However, there are more places such as scripture reading halls and Dharma discussion halls.

The receptionist in Lishan Town, after taking a look at Zhao Fuyun's business card, immediately used secret methods to send a message to the mountain.

Not long after, a beautiful woman walked on the clouds and landed in Lishan Town.

Zhao Fuyun just took a quick turn and came back. He saw that the woman was already waiting there and she did not show any impatience.

Zhao Fuyun bowed and said, "I am Zhao Fuyun, a disciple of the Upper House of Tiandu Mountain. Nice to meet you, fellow Taoist."

The female cultivator was dressed in white and returned the greeting, saying, "I am Fan Hui from Hanxiu Peak of Mount Li. I am here to take you up the mountain on the orders of my master."

The two met, introduced themselves to each other, and then followed her up the mountain.

He flew into the mountains along with the clouds, circling the sky above the valley and entering the mountains, never crossing over the top of the mountain.

After a cup of tea, the two of them landed on a beautiful mountain.

There was a house or palace looming in the mountains, and egrets were perched on the branches. The two men landed in front of a house or palace.

The door of the house was open. A young girl was sweeping the floor, and two female servants had just brought two baskets of fresh fruit from somewhere else.

One of them saw Zhao Fuyun and said, "This must be Junior Brother Zhao from Tiandu Mountain. Master asked us to pick some spiritual fruits. Come in quickly. Master is waiting for you inside."

He bowed and followed in. After entering, he saw maids and female cultivators along the way, all of whom were beautiful women.

This was the first time he had seen a place of practice filled with Kun cultivators.

Soon, he saw a female cultivator from the Purple Mansion. She was wearing an elegant robe and looked extremely dignified. Her eyes showed a tenderness as if she was looking at her nephew or younger generation.

"Sister Lan Xun hasn't replied to my messages in all these years. I thought she had forgotten me. It turns out that she is a disciple of Tiandu Mountain. This has made me speculate for so many years."

Her voice was also full of feminine tenderness. When Zhao Fuyun heard the voice and looked at her appearance, he felt that she had probably never killed anyone, or even fought with anyone. However, the faint aura on her body was definitely from Zifu.

Moreover, from what she said, she had no idea that Master Xun was a disciple of Mount Tiandu, and she had no idea how they became friends.

(End of this chapter)