Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

"I heard that the True Man who saved many of us and killed the Great Commander of Kabia back then was True Man Yansong of Qingcheng Mountain!"

"Qingcheng Mountain is a famous Taoist mountain where the Zhengyi sect is revered in the front and the Longmen sect is worshipped in the back. It has both the Tianshi Cave and the Quanzhen Temple. It is a famous Taoist mountain where the north and south converge and it has produced the most Taoist masters."

"That's right, that's right! After the five-colored thunderclouds that day, a total of five streaks of light fell into the back mountain of Qingcheng!"

"A famous Taoist mountain, the ancestral home of the Taoist school, its reputation is well-deserved!"

"It is said that the true masters who have cultivated the true qi of the Daoist sect all practice in the back mountain, while the front mountain is full of professional Daoists."

"No, no, no, that's not true. Back then, many people saw Master Yansong playing the chime and watching a short drama on the front mountain, so you could also meet the Master on the front mountain."

"That's alright. I can manage the front of Qingcheng Mountain, but the back mountain is just too big. I don't have the strength to walk there!"

"Hurry up the mountain, go to the Taishang Laojun Pavilion to offer incense and pray for blessings, and draw a fortune stick to see if we can meet Master Yansong and Master Yanling."

"Isn't the mentality of those who climbed mountains in ancient times seeking immortality the same as ours today?"

“In ancient times, the stories of immortals were all recorded in books, and no one actually saw them, but now we see them with our own eyes.”

"That's not necessarily true. New grotto-heavens are appearing now. Perhaps there were also grotto-heavens and blessed lands with true immortals in ancient times. It's just that as time went by and the Dharma-ending Age came, the grotto-heavens were closed and the true immortals ascended to heaven."

"So now the Dharma-ending Age has passed, the blessed lands and grotto heavens are gradually welcoming new immortals, and new immortals have appeared."

"That makes sense! What a brilliant idea!"

Along Qingcheng Mountain Road, tourists chatted enthusiastically as they climbed the mountain.

"Xuanxuan, do you remember how you almost fell off here a few years ago?" A middle-aged woman holding a toddler of about two years old said to a child of about twelve or thirteen years old next to her.

"I remember, I remember!" the boy named Xuanxuan nodded and said, "There was a martial arts master who saved me!"

The middle-aged man next to the boy had a glint in his eyes. "I'm afraid he's not just a martial arts master, but probably also a junior Taoist priest, the really powerful kind."

"He shouldn't be as powerful as Master Yansong, right?" Xuanxuan asked.

"Of course." The middle-aged man nodded matter-of-factly. "How old is Master Yansong? He can fly through the air and create a raging storm with a wave of his hand."

The middle-aged woman warned, "Be careful this time. It's not always the case that a Taoist master will come to your rescue."

"Yes, yes!" Zhao Moxuan nodded repeatedly. "I understand!"

Zhao Moxuan's family are all from Rongcheng. They used to visit Qingcheng Mountain often. However, as Zhao Moxuan's academic pressure increased, and after visiting Qingcheng Mountain too many times, and after Zhao Moxuan had a dangerous incident, they stopped coming.

This time, Zhao Moxuan finished his primary school entrance exam. Zhao's parents were grateful for his good performance, so they brought him and their two-year-old daughter to Qingcheng Mountain to offer incense and pray for blessings.

"I wonder if we'll be able to see them again this time!" Zhao's mother said expectantly.

Father Zhao chuckled and shook his head, "Even if that young man is a member of the Daoist sect, he'd probably spend most of his time in the back mountain with Master Yansong and the others. Why would he be wandering around the front mountain so often?"

Zhao's mother chuckled, "I was just saying it offhand."

The family continued up the mountain. Their daughter, Zhao Moyue, would sometimes be carried by her mother and sometimes crawl into her father's baby carrier. She didn't have to go up the mountain herself, but she was very happy, giggling all the while.

Zhao Moxuan was still full of energy, running up and down the mountain without showing any signs of fatigue. "Hurry up, let's climb the front mountain in the morning and the back mountain in the afternoon to find the Taoist master!"

However, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao were middle-aged and carrying their young daughter, who weighed several tens of kilograms. Even with knee pads and trekking poles for support, they were still panting and sweating profusely.

"At most, we can only climb the front of the mountain; forget about the back." Mother Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you want to climb the back mountain, wait a few years until you graduate from high school, then you can climb it with your classmates." Even Zhao's father was getting tired.

"Giggle!" Zhao Moyue giggled and waved at Zhao Moxuan, who was running around.

"It'll be another six years before I graduate high school!" Zhao Moxuan couldn't help but say. "Many of my classmates have already been to the back mountain of Qingcheng!"

"Have they found the Taoist master?" Zhao's father asked.

"Didn't find it." Zhao Moxuan shook his head.

“That settles it then. You were even saved by a Taoist master, so your relationship with the Taoist master is closer than theirs,” Zhao’s father affirmed.

Zhao Moxuan rolled his eyes. "What kind of close relationship is this? My classmates all laugh at me. Besides, that older brother might not even be a Taoist master."

“Definitely!” Zhao’s father nodded seriously. “At the time, I didn’t think so. I thought we had really met a martial arts master. But what kind of martial arts master has that kind of ability? He must be a Taoist extraordinary person!”

The group chatted as they climbed the mountain, stopping and starting along the way. Their pace was slow, but they had enough stamina to keep going.

Waves of tourists walked past them as they went up the mountain, and waves of tourists walked past them as they went down the mountain. Before long, they heard the tourists coming down the mountain talking amongst themselves.

"Today, Master Yansong is striking the chime at the Taishang Laojun Pavilion again, but he didn't watch the short play today and didn't recreate the famous scene."

"I must say, when I saw Master Yansong striking the chime, those who were kowtowing to Laozi became even more devout."

"The real gods are watching from the sidelines. Maybe if they see your sincerity, they'll be accepted as disciples. Of course, everyone is working hard."

Did you just see that old man?

“I saw him. He was being helped up the mountain by his family to fulfill a wish. But after offering incense, he seemed much more energetic. It seems that Master Yansong has cleansed his body. I think he can live a few more years!”

"There are so many people queuing up at the Taishang Laojun Pavilion!"

Upon hearing this news, a group of tourists who were climbing the mountain sped up and struggled to climb.

Master Yansong is no longer the old Taoist priest who used to get complaints even if he watched short dramas while striking the chime. He is now a Taoist master who has achieved great success in his cultivation!

At this moment, he was still at the Taishang Laojun Pavilion, striking the chime to bless those who offered incense and prayed. This was a great opportunity for ordinary people. As long as they were sincere and righteous, the True Man would use his true Qi to cleanse their bodies.

Heaven knows how long Master Yansong will stay at the Supreme Lord Laozi Pavilion; this is a rare opportunity!

So even though the Taishang Laojun Pavilion on the mountaintop was already in sight, the tourists were still flustered and hurried on, afraid that Master Yansong would leave if they were late.

However, we were not far from the summit, and the mountain path was not easy to walk. There were cliffs and deep valleys on both sides. Although there were fences separating us, it was still not safe.

At this moment, Zhao Moyue was nestled in her mother's arms, which slowed her down so that she could only walk slowly along one side. Zhao Moxuan walked in front, and Zhao's father walked behind, protecting Zhao's mother in the middle.

Just then, another large group of tourists came rushing down from below and happened to meet a group of tourists who were going down the mountain on this mountain path.

The tourists coming down the mountain were fine, but those coming up were a bit anxious. They had obviously heard that Master Yansong was striking the chime at the Taishang Laojun Pavilion and were afraid they would miss it, so they rushed forward headfirst. As a result, one of the tourists going up collided with another tourist coming down the mountain.

Unfortunately, the tourist who was going down the mountain was walking right next to Zhao's mother when he was bumped into and stumbled, his body tilting to the side, and he crashed hard into Zhao's mother.

Because Zhao Moyue was crawling back and forth between her parents, her mother was only holding her daughter with both arms and was not using any equipment to secure her. At this moment, she was bumped hard by a tourist, and her whole body crashed into the railing next to her, hitting her elbow. Then, Zhao Moyue involuntarily let go of her arms, flew out of the railing, and fell off the cliff.

Zhao's father tried his best to grab it, but he grabbed nothing.

Zhao's mother let out a scream, startling everyone around her. Tourists going up and down the mountain were stunned, but all they could do was stare dumbfounded as the little girl fell from the fence.

But just then, a gentle breeze blew by, and then a black and white shadow flashed by, suddenly appearing beneath Zhao Moyue and gently supporting her.

The next moment, a crane with a wingspan of seven or eight meters carried Zhao Moyue and circled in mid-air below the cliff.

With a flap of its wings, the crane stretched out gracefully and glided lightly through the clouds. Zhao Moyue, enveloped in true qi, was close to the crane's back. At this moment, she felt no fear, but instead clapped her little hands and giggled.

"Wow--"

"What a huge crane!"

"Is this a spirit beast from the new grotto-heaven?"

The crane carried Zhao Moyue and circled three times in mid-air, much to the delight of the little girl. Then, it folded its wings and landed gracefully beside Zhao Moxuan and his family.

After returning Zhao Moyue to her father's arms, the crane spoke in human language, "Climbing mountains is dangerous, secure the child."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhao's father nodded hurriedly, then tied Zhao Moyue tightly to his chest.

Then the crane looked at the tourist who had rushed up the mountain and caused the collision, and said, "Climbing mountains is for calming the mind. Why are you in such a hurry? What are you doing climbing the mountain, burning incense, or worshipping any gods?"

"Go down the mountain!" As soon as the crane finished speaking, it flapped its wings and the tourist was swept up by the breeze, involuntarily taking off into the air. The tourist was carried directly down Qingcheng Mountain, crossing all the mountain paths.

After escorting the tourist down the mountain, the crane said to the Taishang Laojun Pavilion not far away, "Master, you almost caused trouble. You should go back to the back mountain."

"Good, good, good, back, back, back!" An old and helpless voice rang in everyone's ears, and then they saw the crane flap its wings again, and with a gentle flap, it soared into the air for more than ten feet, circling around.

At the same time, an old Taoist priest dressed in a gray-blue robe appeared in mid-air. He then stepped through the air, seemingly slowly but actually quickly, leaving seven ripples in mid-air that reflected the seven stars before arriving beside the crane.

Master Yansong sat astride the crane's back, patted the crane's neck, and then pointed to the north, "We're not going to the back mountain. We're going to the south mountain to play chess with Fang De and Wu Zhi."

"Yes!" The crane nodded, then flapped its wings again and flew north, swaying gently.

A crane and a celestial being drifted and weaved through the sea of ​​clouds, a scene as dreamlike as a fairy!

Someone exclaimed, "This is truly a divine sight!" (End of Chapter)