One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 414 When This World
In fact, Zhao Fuyun had only passed by here once. In his memory, the people and things in this place could be said to be passing clouds. However, because the monks have good memories, when the scenes are touched upon again, they will remember them again.

He looked at the mountain scenery under the night sky. In front of him was a valley, long and winding. The wind blew along the valley, rising up from where Zhao Fuyun was standing, straight up into the sky, and rustling the trees.

"We, the young cultivators, dare not talk about the years in vain. We saw the seniors riding leaves and traveling in the mountains, so carefree and unrestrained. Over the years, the seniors' figures have never faded from our minds. We only hope that one day we can be like them."

Her disciple next to her looked at her master. She had once heard her master sigh that there had been a cultivator riding the wind and flying past a cave with a carefree demeanor. She had never expected that the person was the one in front of her.

Zhao Fuyun did not explain that he was practicing magic and experimenting with the method of "transformation" at that time.

Speaking of which, his transformation technique is certainly not as advanced as his other spells now.

Illusion is okay, but if you want to master the art of transformation to a high level, it involves extremely profound principles.

The art of illusion is easy to learn but difficult to master. He was able to transform into a paper figure in the Xuanguan period. After building his foundation, he could sense evil thoughts and transform into a shadow, but he never studied it in depth afterwards.

Zhao Fuyun had not thought about discussing the Dao with her, so he asked, "Can you tell me what has happened in this world over the years?"

"Then, please come to my cave so that I can talk to you in detail." Shanxiu agreed immediately.

It is certainly wrong to rashly invite others into your cave, but inviting others into your cave is also a gesture of goodwill.

Zhao Fuyun's body did not move, but a light burst out from his body, drawing a straight line of light and falling directly on the edge of an eagle-like cliff.

That was where her cave was located. In fact, her cave could be considered hidden, but in Zhao Fuyun's eyes it was as clear as day.

Although the spiritual energy in the mountain did not gather there on the surface, the spiritual energy of the earth veins was gathering there from below.

And that was when she and her master were talking there and met Zhao Fuyun.

Shanxiu immediately pulled his disciples and flew into the air, and they landed in front of the cave in the process.

She swung her whisk, and it seemed to sweep away the dust on the cliff. The illusion barrier at the cave door was like dust blown by the wind, and a blurry dust mist flew up.

What originally looked like a crack in the cliff now revealed a portal.

There is also a couplet on the door.

The eagle's beak is a safe place to rest, and there is half a place for cultivating the mind in the mountain.

Horizontal couplet: Zuoshan School.

"Zuoshan Sect?" Zhao Fuyun read out the name.

The mountain boy replied, "My master once said that even if we practice hard, we can only live longer, but the green mountains stand peacefully between heaven and earth and remain unchanged for thousands of years. Therefore, we must learn to sit quietly in the mountains and be of the same mind and spirit as the mountains, so that we can live the same life and have the same fate as them."

"Not bad." Zhao Fuyun really thought it was good. He was sure that the Zuoshan Sect was only passing on the second generation now, and her master was actually just a foundation-building cultivator at that time. This kind of cognition could not be said to be very brilliant, but the mentality was good, at least her heart had calmed down.

Some truths do not need to be profound, because the simpler and more plain the truth is, the more it has the ability to simplify things.

"Please come in, senior." Shanxiu pushed open the door of the cave, went inside, and made a gesture of invitation to Zhao Fuyun.

The disciple next to him looked up at Zhao Fuyun. She felt that there was a strange feeling about Zhao Fuyun. The color of his robe was very bright and dazzling, but the person underneath the robe felt an indescribable depth and tranquility.

He felt like a quiet lamp, emitting light, yet so quiet in itself, and even the wind and rain could not shake the light and the lamp. Zhao Fuyun walked in.

The cave is not that big, and the person who created it could not have had the means to create the Sumeru mustard seed.

The cave is like an eagle's belly, oval in shape, with a reception area inside.

"Wu'er, go get some golden tea." After Shanxiu said that, he led Zhao Fuyun to sit down on the cushion.

The female disciple named Wu'er quickly went to get a box of tea. She knew that this tea was her master's favorite tea, because her master brought it out from a secret place. For this tea tree, her master almost died.

There is only one tea tree and the tea leaves are very small. The master himself usually doesn't want to eat any of it, and he rarely gives any of it out to friends who come to visit.

"I don't know what this Golden Light Tea was originally called. The reason why it was named this way is that after this tea is soaked in water, it emits a faint light, which is extremely beautiful. After drinking it while it is hot, it will feel like the sun is shining in your internal organs, warming your whole body and dispelling the cold evil in your body."

Zhao Fuyun listened and looked at the golden tea leaves. The tea leaves were obviously refined with a special technique, rolled into tiny golden worms, emitting a faint scent of the scorching sun.

There was a small stove next to it, where the female disciple boiled water.

Shan Xiu said, "Over the years, the glow of the Red Flame has been weakening. Many people say that the leader of the Red Flame Cult was unable to pass on the position of leader before his death, so the Red Flame here will fade away."

"Although we don't know whether that story is true or not, in recent years it has become difficult to see the full-fledged red flame. We can only see light scattered across the sky and earth, from dim to clear, and then to dim. Many cultivators have fallen ill." Shanxiu said.

"Illness? What illness?" Zhao Fuyun's mind moved slightly.

"I don't know. People generally call this disease Yang deficiency!" Shanxiu said.

"What will happen if you suffer from Yang deficiency?" Zhao Fuyun asked again.

"I will long to see the sun. In the middle of the night, I will feel a chill in my bones. Therefore, in recent years, elixirs or treasures that can warm the body are very popular. There is a family in the south that opened a fire jade mine. They made the fire jade into a heart-protecting jade talisman, which is very popular."

Zhao Fuyun roughly understood what was going on. If even monks could suffer from this kind of Yang deficiency, then what about ordinary people? It must be more serious.

He asked again: "Has the Red Flame Divine Cult disbanded?"

"The Red Flame Cult is more prosperous and active than before, but the Red Flame Cults in various places use their own names to recruit believers and distribute lamps. I also want to refine a lamp, and I happen to know someone from the Xiangyang Sect. I want to ask her for a ray of Yang Fire to light the lamp, just in case."

While Shanxiu was speaking, he glanced at a lamp on a shrine nearby. Zhao Fuyun glanced at it and said nothing.

He continued, "Are there any other changes?"

Shan Xiu thought to himself, he didn't know where he went, did he not know anything about the world? Thinking about this, he said smoothly: "Other changes will be big."

"Since the establishment of the temple, the world has begun to become turbulent. The demons and ghosts in the mountains have also fought each other for the positions in the temple. Even the aristocratic families that have been passed down for hundreds of years have fallen because of the fighting. There are even original human cities that have become demon cities and ghost cities. However, I was recognized by the court and given an official title and seal. I also felt that the world was in chaos, so I returned to the mountains and became a mountain monk, not to be involved in these things."

Zhao Fuyun frowned slightly.

"Senior, please have some tea!"

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