Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 41 Daiyueguang Temple
Luo Qing, Frost Return Peak.

Liu Xingfang was temporarily trained by Liu Xiaowen. After Xu Xuan gave him a few instructions, he hurried back to seclusion.

This peak is spacious and has many vacant residences. Liu Xingfang is only a young boy, but he is very polite and considerate. He was a little uneasy when he first arrived, but now he is practicing in peace in his own courtyard.

He came from a small clan, but with his qualifications, he could be promoted to a large clan and become a direct descendant.

The head of the family, however, did not do so. Instead, he allowed him to stay out of the mansion and cultivate on the sacred mountain under his jurisdiction. A few years ago, Liu Xingfang had heard his parents' complaints and felt somewhat puzzled, but he never expressed it. Even at such a young age, he already knew how to read people's expressions.

He did not like the somewhat gloomy Liu Mansion, and practicing in the mountains might be more to his liking.

"Xingfang, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. You joined Qingwei, perhaps to find a way out for your family?"

Brother Bai Yuan's words were still ringing in his ears, making him occasionally think of his relatives on the prairie, and he felt a sense of inexplicable fear in his heart.

His small courtyard was well-located and had ample spiritual energy, but it wasn't as good as the sacred mountain back home. Brother Bai Yuan said Dachiguan was a decent place for righteous conduct, but he still felt a little uneasy.

He has been here for several days now, and when he wakes up in the morning, he still feels dazed for a while before realizing that this is not his home.

Luoqing was sparsely populated, and the sect lived a simple life, requiring manual labor for everything, with no servants to assist. During morning practice, the white mist from the mountains rolled in, creating a dreamlike, almost ethereal feeling, and a sense of loneliness and desolation.

Liu Xingfang was practicing martial arts when he heard a burst of playful noises outside the courtyard. It was the voice of Senior Brother Xiao Wen and a woman.

"Junior Brother Xiao Wen, is this where Junior Brother Xing Fang lives?"

"Senior Sister Gaoxia, please walk slowly. Don't scare others."

Two figures appeared in front of the door. They were Liu Xiaowen and Zhang Gaoxia, who came to visit.

Zhang Gaoxia, wearing a goose-yellow silk dress, stepped forward with a smile. Liu Xiaowen, feeling somewhat helpless, followed behind him and whispered to Liu Xingfang:
"This is Senior Sister Gao Xia, who usually presides over the affairs of the Lingtian in Changming."

Liu Xingfang bowed and greeted with proper manners, not appearing flustered.

"Luo Qing doesn't mean anything, but Xingfang is very patient. Your Senior Brother Xiaowen went up the mountain, but he ran around everywhere after a few days."

Liu Xiaowen felt a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject, saying with a smile:
"Didn't we agree to take Xingfang to Changming? Why don't we get going?"

After saying that, Liu Xiaowen hurriedly set up a cloud and activated his magic power to let the two of them come up.

"Come on, come up."

Liu Xingfang was a little confused as he went up into the clouds. Looking at the yard that was rapidly getting smaller under his feet, he finally smiled.

Most of Qingwei's mountains are tall and steep, much higher than the sacred mountain at home. Looking down from the sky, the mountains are like swords piercing the sea of clouds.

Liu Xiaowen took the two people behind him into consideration, slowed down his speed, and the clouds slowly drifted towards Changming.

The sun rose gradually, dispersing the fog in the mountains. Liu Xingfang felt that it was really good weather and it was perfect to go out for a walk.
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Elsewhere, Wang Qiyun was a little overwhelmed.

A monk came to the Shuanma Road, and the disciples here reported it immediately. Wang Qiyun first sent a message to Xu Xuan and his father, and then hurried here to guard the formation.

He originally thought that Lianhua Temple could no longer hold back and wanted to take action, but the scene he saw was not what he expected.

A young monk, wearing a simple moon-white robe, walked barefoot.

This land has been set up with formations, and has been fighting against evil creatures from the Eastern Misery all year round. The land is filthy with blood and evil spirits, and the whole mountain is withered and yellow. The fields that once existed can no longer grow any crops.

When Wang Qiyun arrived, he happened to see the monk walking into the [Small Evil Wind Array]. Countless marrow-red evil winds like swords and weapons fell down, but they separated on their own as soon as they touched the monk and did not touch him at all.

The monsters that were originally lurking outside the formation were all turned into ashes and disappeared. The monk chanted the Buddha's name loudly and stopped.

Wang Qiyun led a group of disciples to confront the opponent through the formation. Seeing that the opponent's cultivation was so deep, he felt a little disappointed and asked in a deep voice:
"Master, I don't know where you came from. We have been having a lot of fights with the Lotus Temple lately. Master, please take another route and don't hurt your Dharma body by mistake."

"I am Jingyan, and I have come from the north to see the abbot of Dachi Monastery. I have no ill intentions."

After saying this, the monk suppressed his strange vision and allowed the evil wind from the formation to fall on him without even frowning.

"He is at least a late-stage Arhat. I'm afraid he will be able to achieve the status of a Dharma Master at any time."

The other party didn't seem to have any ill intentions, which made Wang Qiyun feel a little relieved. He didn't dare to let the monk come over yet, but just temporarily controlled the formation. The two sides waited quietly.

After a while, a thundercloud descended from the sky, and a roaring sound was heard. Xu Xuan had arrived.

"Why is there another monk here?"

Although Xu Xuan was a little nervous, he still held the [Hengguang] tightly in his hand, and was willing to fight as long as the opponent was not a mage.

Wang Qiyun and the disciples stationed here were all delighted to see Xu Xuan coming, and their morale gradually recovered. Wang Qiyun stepped forward and reported everything that had happened before.

Xu Xuan remained on high alert, not daring to underestimate the other party's seemingly ordinary and simple words.

"He is the heir of the Great Moonlight Temple. There is no need to panic."

Tiantuo's voice finally sounded, making Xu Xuan feel a little more at ease.

"Great Moonlight Temple, what kind of inheritance is this?"

"It's a large temple in the north. Although it's secluded from the world, it's well-known. This lineage is a group of reasonable people who don't like fighting."

Xu Xuan felt relieved here. The other party did not fight back, nor did he hurt his disciples. He also helped to disperse the evil creatures around.

Xu Xuan put away his magic sword, opened the magic circle, stepped forward and said in a deep voice:
"I've noticed a lot of fighting lately. I was a little too aggressive when I met the Buddhist monks. I hope the master will forgive me."

Jingyan's expression was normal, and he even felt a little guilty. Instead, he said apologetically:

"I came here without an announcement, which was impolite. I hope the master will forgive me."

"I wonder what Master Jingyan wants to see me about?"

Seeing that the visitor had no ill intentions, Xu Xuan relaxed a little, but the formation was still open.

Jingyan looked around, as if he had something to hide, and leaned closer and whispered:

"It's something related to Wu Huang, so I wanted to pay a visit to Master Xu."

Xu Xuan immediately became alert and looked serious. He asked everyone to disperse and led Jingyan into Luoqing.

There is a foundation-building formation in this place, but Jing Yan still entered. It seems that he has no ill intentions, which makes Xu Xuan feel relieved.

After entering Tianqing Peak, Xu Xuan led Jingyan to the side hall for receiving guests, and then asked in a deep voice:
"Master, what is your opinion? What does this Wuhuang matter have to do with my view?"

"Abbot Xu naturally has some awareness of this, so he led me into the mountain gate. There is something here that I want you to see, and you will know."

Jingyan chanted the Buddha's name softly and took out an item from his arms. It was a slightly damaged ancient painting.

This painting is based on animal skins and has wild brushstrokes. It depicts a series of mountains with a cemetery in the middle. Countless poisonous insects emerge from the mountains and gather around.

The sky was pitch black, the moon and the mountains blurred, seemingly merging into one. Above the celestial pit, crimson clouds surged, a blaze of heavenly fire billowed. Within the clouds, a sun seemed about to rise, radiating a thousand rays of golden light. Xu Xuan gazed at the painting, feeling a vague connection between this event and his family's heritage, but there was no record of it within his sect.

He wanted to ask Tiantuo in his body with his mind, but when the painting appeared, the old demon became silent and seemed to shrink.

"Master Xu, have you ever heard of the [Poison] sect?

The monk opposite asked seriously.

Xu Xuan nodded, feeling a little surprised. After thinking about it, he nodded in agreement.

"Something might be a little strange next, so please be prepared."

Jingyan reminded Xu Xuan here, and seeing that the other party agreed, he recited the scriptures this time.

A glass treasure box appeared, as if surrounded by the cold moonlight. It was covered with talismans and seemed to contain a precious pearl or relic. The aura was so slight that it almost crushed Xu Xuan.

Fortunately, Jingyan on the opposite side quickly suppressed the strange vision, said humble words, and only took a ray of moonlight to fall on the ancient painting, and immediately the painting began to produce some strange visions.

Xu Xuan looked over and found that the ancient stele in his body also responded. A stream of clear air rose up, and his mind fell into the painting.

Thousands of insects chirped, the grass and trees withered and turned yellow, and a giant cocoon as big as Mount Tai appeared in the tiankeng.

White silk threads entwined around, and dense black spells flowed through the mountains like water waves. Countless emotions arose, but they were all supported by the bright moon in the sky, gradually stabilizing the shape of the giant cocoon.

The moonlight surrounded the giant cocoon and gradually combined with the pale silk to form a shell as white as jade.

The surging red clouds in the sky finally moved, and a Taoist priest walked out with a sword on his back.

He was wearing a dark black Taoist robe with patterns of red sparrow, fire clouds, and a scene of red fruit offering immortality. Its shape was similar to the "Red Sparrow" robe in the temple, but there was an extra circle of complex star patterns on the cuffs.

Xu Xuan couldn't see the Taoist's face clearly, but he felt a sense of closeness to him.

Gold and fire were running, and the sky was bright. The Taoist stood up, but did not draw his sword. He just put his palms together, and the sky was suddenly squeezed. The night, moonlight and flames were all compressed into a thin line and held in his hands.

Looking up at the sky again, the night had dissipated, revealing a hazy and illusory void like a broken mirror. The Taoist then grasped the entire night sky in his hands and shouted softly.

"Sword Movement."

When this voice sounded, Xu Xuan's three souls lost two souls immediately, and six of his seven spirits lost six spirits. He felt a sword intent as if the sky was collapsing, and his whole body was about to collapse into dust.

The giant cocoon broke open, and a green light emerged from it. Suddenly, all the poisonous creatures in the mountains let out long cries, and something that had been stagnant for a long time began to move.

From then on, good and bad luck became clear, and some ancient prescriptions and poisons became effective again. Many poisons changed and leaped, and countless barbarians with tattoos on their upper bodies screamed.

"I sincerely thank Fengxuan Sword Vein and Dayueguang Temple for their help in achieving enlightenment. Prime Minister Yuan will never forget it."

A pleased voice came from the green light, and Xu Xuan's mind retreated.

On the other side, Jingyan saw Xu Xuan absorbed in looking at the painting and became a little worried. He hesitated several times and wanted to wake Xu Xuan up directly, but he still did not do it.

He had never seen anyone looking at this ancient painting for so long, but this ancient painting usually just shocked people away but never hurt anyone. Jingyan then waited for Xu Xuan to come back to his senses.

Xu Xuan came back to his senses, and the memory of the sword intent was still echoing in his heart. The sword intent, which was like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth, seemed to have split his body and soul apart.

Blood immediately gushed out of his seven orifices, his spirit and soul gathered and dispersed, and the sword energy in his body circulated uncontrollably, smashing everything around him to pieces.

At this time, the Tiantuo in his body finally lost his patience. Although Xu Xuan's qi sea was protected by the ancient stele, Tiantuo could hide inside without any hindrance, but Xu Xuan's soul and internal organs were completely shattered.

At that moment, Tiantuo was also furious. A long blood flower appeared, and countless black spots gathered together, covering the impression like a river in the sky, but it turned into ashes as soon as it touched. He was shocked so much that he vomited blood repeatedly and his face turned pale.

'How did this guy get into trouble with this thing?'

Tiantuo trembled all over. It was just an impression, a memory, not the actual sword intent, but it was so powerful. He was also a celestial demon at the peak of the Purple Mansion in his time, and he believed that he could not take this sword.

Jingyan on this side saw Xu Xuan's strange behavior and remembered his master's instructions. He hurriedly took out the glass treasure box again and opened it gently. A colorful light flowed out and fell into Xu Xuan's body with a ray of moonlight.

Suddenly everything was stable. Xu Xuan's injuries healed little by little, and the memory of the sword intent gradually faded. His soul and body recovered completely under the nourishment of the colorful light and moonlight, even better than before.

The second manifestation of the [Jade Blood Heavenly Heart Technique] was actually achieved at this time. A very thin crack appeared on his forehead, and it seemed that a golden light flashed, and then it returned to being smooth again, without any abnormality.

Only then did Xu Xuan regain consciousness. Jing Yan, who was standing here, looked ashamed and bowed, saying:
"Master Xu, I never expected this. I came here on Master's orders, intending to help you, but I never imagined such a disaster would happen. I'm truly ashamed."

Xu Xuan didn't have the intention to blame Jing Yan too much. He seemed to have seen something extraordinary in the painting just now, which was worth taking the risk. What's more, he had cultivated a second extraordinary form, which was not a loss at all.

Xu Xuan helped Jingyan up and said in a deep voice:

"Master, don't feel guilty. I believe you meant well and didn't expect this."

"But now, could you please tell me the secret of this painting?

Jingyan saw that Xu Xuan was not seriously injured, and felt relieved. He then replied in a low voice:
"Fellow Daoist, do you know how the ancient great witches achieved the art of [Poison]?"

Xu Xuan was serious, ignoring the ruins around him, and sat down. He heard Jingyan's voice, somewhat hollow and eerie, as if it came from ancient times, and he said in a low voice:

"[Evil Poison] is a fusion of Daoism, but both Daoisms have flaws. This Supreme Shaman already holds [Evil Blessing], and he wants to integrate [Original Poison] to achieve perfection."

"You can imagine how difficult this is. It's certainly not something that can be accomplished by one person. At that time, the Taoist lineages of my Great Moonlight Temple and the Great Red Monastery all helped."

"This event was engraved in history books and on the avenues of the Dao, becoming the ritual for achieving the Golden Elixir in the [Poisonous] Daoist tradition."

Xu Xuan's face was strange, and he just said:
"Master Jingyan, you're joking. Although my sect has been passed down for a long time, nothing has been passed down. Not even the techniques have been passed down. How can it be connected to that Taoist tradition?"

Jingyan sighed, feeling somewhat speechless, and leaned closer and said:
"The origins of these sects are not determined by our thoughts or how the techniques are passed down. Their origins, changes, and fate can all be seen in the sky."

"Your Guiguan is a branch of the Shu Kingdom's sword vein, so it's naturally famous. Even the Kongjian Sect above is a branch of the lower sect, not as authentic as Master Xu's inheritance."

Xu Xuan's expression looked a little ugly. No matter how glorious his ancestors were, it seemed that there were no benefits but a lot of troubles.

"Master, could you please explain the connection between the origins of this lineage and Wu Huang's current actions?"

Here, Jingyan was chanting the Buddha's name softly, and moonlight was surging around him. The glass treasure box obscured the surroundings. The monk looked directly at Xu Xuan and said in a deep voice:

"If Master Xu was a Purple Mansion, Wu Huang would definitely come to get close to him. If he achieved the Sword Intent, they would be willing to wait. But now it's just Sword Qi, without the hope of Purple Mansion, so they can't wait any longer."

"If they want to prove the [Poison] again, they need a Purple Palace who has been influenced by the ancient Shu swordsmanship to help them escape the calamity."

"My Great Moonlight Temple was also the one who helped me achieve enlightenment. Now that I have been invited to help, the other party dares not do anything. It is all because my master is still alive."

"What they're thinking is, since it's so hard to find an ancient Shu sword immortal, they should forge a sword imbued with destiny, and then find a sword immortal to wield it."

"Master Xu, and the head of the Kongjian Sect, are all involved in this plan."

Cold sweat oozed out of Xu Xuan's back. He seemed to be able to feel a deep gaze coming from the east, staring at him like a poisonous insect.

(End of this chapter)