Dongxuan Spiritual Realm

Chapter 72 Exiting Taiyi Palace
Yang Qisheng practiced in Yanghui Palace for many days. Not only did the Five Elements Divine Fire Furnace become more condensed and the divine fire in the furnace became more vigorous, he also took the time to properly sacrifice and refine the magic weapons on his body, and saved hundreds of ghosts in the fans.

These ghosts cannot be sent away to be reincarnated in Taiyi Cave Heaven, and must go outside.

In addition, there are Chu Hanfeng's clansmen, more than 500 evil spirits who are unwilling to be converted by him, and want Yang Qisheng to send them to find the descendants of the Chu family.

This is what Yang Qisheng had promised in advance, and he must do it.

He remembered that he had promised to help Jing Han find a master, but he still hasn't found one. He had to give him an explanation no matter what.

Yang Qisheng came out of Yanghui Palace and went to Mingzhu Palace to find Dayou Zhenren first. He wanted to make another effort. Even if Dayou Zhenren did not accept him, he could let Jing Han become his disciple and become his apprentice.

When he arrived at Mingzhu Palace, he found that the palace gate was closed and blocked by formations, and there was not even a disciple guarding it.

He felt puzzled and went to look for Liu Hanzhang again.

It turned out that Liu Hanzhang was not in the cave, but in Taiyi Mountain outside.

"Has Master Dayou gone out again? Why are the palace gates sealed? It's just like our Yanghui Palace back then. And I've been looking all the way here, but I haven't seen a single person. How did it become so deserted?"

Liu Hanzhang sighed upon hearing this. "Master Dayou and my master argued endlessly, and finally, in a fit of rage, he announced his resignation from the Taiyi Palace for three generations, and fled to the human world with all his disciples."

"Ah?" Yang Qisheng was shocked by this earth-shattering news. "Master Dayou, is this... apostasy?"

"If you're talking about apostasy, that's fine. But Uncle Dayou said he'd only withdraw for three decades and would return to the ancestral temple after 180 years. He even burned incense in the ancestral hall that could penetrate the spiritual realm, and Grandmaster Guizang didn't object."

Liu Hanzhang frowned and bit his lip. He was a little confused about this situation. "Anyway, since Master Dayou himself hasn't admitted to apostasy, and my master hasn't said he's apostatized, and neither have the other Masters, then it's not apostasy."

Yang Qisheng thought about it and just wanted to slap his thigh.

"Great! Since we can't agree on two paths, let's each pursue our own. We can walk on two legs. Let's do it first. After a while, we can see which is right and which is wrong."

As expected, he is a genuine Xuanmen. I thought he would be very rigid and conservative in doing things, but I didn’t expect he could be so flexible.

Yang Qisheng recalled that when he used the "Eight Yang Divine Mantras of Heaven and Earth" to refine the blood-pecking sword, he was warned by the spiritual clone of Mingyi Zhenren. He quickly admitted his mistake and said that he would be down-to-earth in the future and would never take shortcuts.

Mingyi Zhenren told him that there was no need to go to extremes. If there really was a chance, he should still use it. If he only relied on brute force, he would become a stupid pig or a stupid ox.

He then asked where Dayou Zhenren had gone. Liu Hanzhang said, "Before leaving, Master Dayou specifically told me that he was going to the capital of the mortal world to personally meet the emperor and become the imperial preceptor for the dynasty, suppressing all evil demons with the righteous energy of heavenly fire! He told me that if I need anything in the future, I can go to the capital to find him. Master Dayou also told me to tell you that the mortal world is vast and populated, with no fewer than hundreds of millions of people, and that even his lineage alone cannot suppress too many. If you wish, you can return home to visit your family and cultivate a Taoist temple in your home. You can be the abbot and at least ensure peace and tranquility in the Three Rivers and Two Provinces. You can also bring the child you recommended with you as a Taoist child."

Yang Qisheng smiled and shook his head: "He has withdrawn from Taiyi Palace, but I am still here. If I go to the human world to develop my power, I am afraid that Master Wuwang will deal with me."

Liu Hanzhang said, "My master didn't specifically enact any rules or regulations for the sect. Ever since Uncle Dayou passed away, he has been in seclusion practicing and has never come out. He only asked me to guard the cave here."

Yang Qisheng chatted with him for a while, then stood up and left.

Liu Hanzhang accompanied him across Zixia Bridge. Originally, Lu Yichao, a disciple of Dayou Zhenren, and his two disciples were guarding the place, but they were gone now.

The empty mountain peaks, with the rainbow bridge surrounded by purple mist, appear particularly quiet.

After bidding farewell to Liu Hanzhang, Yang Qisheng flew into the air on his sword.

He first returned to Longgao Mountain. True Man Mingyi had not yet come out of retreat, and Ye Yunqiao had not returned either. The note he left last time had not been touched.

He re-sealed the mountain protection formation and went to Wanliu Village in Jiangjun Mountain.

While still in the sky and before landing, I saw a group of children bullying a child on the hillside.

The children all had cloth wrapped around their heads, with a pheasant feather stuck in each hand. They pointed their left hands like swords, made hand gestures with their right hands, and stamped their feet on the ground, as if they were about to invite a spirit to possess them. They chanted an incantation:

"The great Black Evil God resides in the Water Palace. I respectfully invite his incarnation to the altar. I chant mantras to summon the gods, collapsing mountains and severing rivers to demonstrate my divine might. General Black Evil, follow me. I, your disciple, respectfully bow before the altar and invite the Evil God to descend quickly. The divine army will rush as fast as the command!"

Yang Qisheng could see clearly from the sky that these kids were using the martial arts of the Shengong School, exactly the same as Bao Wancheng and the others he had met before.

These children did not have any magical powers, but the demon god they invited was very intelligent and was able to be summoned by just a few spells they had just learned.

What came was not the real body of the demon god, but only a gust of demonic wind from the air, blowing sand and rocks on the hillside, shaking trees and bending grass, with a rustling sound.

The children who were performing the ritual shouted, "Jing Han! If you don't surrender, we will use you as a sacrifice and invite the Black Demon to eat you!"

The one who was bullied was naturally Jing Han.

He had originally held a wooden stick and a crossbow, but these had been forcibly taken away from him. His forehead was scratched and his nose was bleeding. He collapsed on the hillside, watching the image of a giant wild boar looming in the evil wind. His face turned pale with fear, but he stubbornly pursed his lips and refused to give in.

The child leader saw his fear and said, "Kneel down quickly and crawl under our crotches one by one. Call us grandpa from now on and we'll let you go! Otherwise, the Black Demon will capture your soul and eat it!"

Someone nearby interrupted, "Let him ride us like a horse. From now on, when he sees us, he must kneel down and kowtow, and then carry us on his back!"

"I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid of you!" Jing Han roared, raising his tightly clenched fist. "I have the amulet that Immortal Yang gave me! I'm not afraid of you monsters!"

"You're the demon! You're the child of a zombie!" the other party yelled back, "How dare you call the Black Demon God a demon? I'm going to capture your soul today! And then I'll make your father kneel down and apologize at Huailing Temple!"

As they spoke, they actually chanted the spell, causing the wild boar to transform and come down to capture the people.

The Black Evil God refers to the black pig. The pig was originally raised by a farmer. Because it was close to the mountains, it jumped out of the pen before being slaughtered. In the mountains, it drank mountain springs when thirsty and ate wild grass when hungry. Over the years, it became spiritual, and a mane more than a foot long grew on its back, and a pair of fangs protruded from its mouth. The image that appeared in the air was several feet long from head to tail, pressing down like a small mountain.

Jing Han was so frightened that his legs went weak, but he still raised his fists tightly, looking brave and fearless.

The wild boar pounced down, and a strong golden light burst out from Jing Han's fist, turning into a golden protective wall that covered him behind it.

The black wild boar slammed hard into the protective wall, causing only ripples.

Everyone was stunned by the scene; no one expected such a result.

Just as they were stunned, Yang Qisheng shouted from the sky: "Evil beast! How dare you harm innocent children? You deserve to die!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed, and a yellow sword light shot out from his fingertips.

When it comes to sword evil, the golden sharp sword is the sharpest.

But the Black Evil God belongs to water. Among the twelve zodiac signs, the Pig matches the Water. Metal can produce water, and water can drain metal. If you use a golden sword to kill him, it will not be able to hurt the evil god.

He released the Huafeng Sword Evil, using earth to overcome water, and it transformed into a yellow flying sword about ten feet long. It flew down from the sky and swept across the wild boar.

With just one strike, the demon god's clone was cut in half!

Everyone heard a brutal howl like a pig being slaughtered, and the wild boar was torn into pieces and quickly disappeared into thin air.

"Master Yang!" Jing Han was so happy to see Yang Qisheng escape from a desperate situation that he crawled over and even lost one of his shoes on the way.

The remaining children were dumbfounded: "He...he killed the Black Demon God!"

"Run! Let's go report to the Master!"

The children turned around and ran away, not towards the village, but towards the outside of the hillside.

How could Yang Qisheng let them get away like that? He raised his hand and released a yellow light, which turned into the Five Elements Sword Escape and captured all eight children.

They ran down the mountain, and suddenly yellow dust rolled up in front of them, covering the sky and the road that was obviously downhill turned out to be uphill.

They hurriedly changed direction, but no matter how they ran, they were still within the yellow dust escape light.

Yang Qisheng saw that Jing Han had a bleeding bump on his forehead, as if it had been hit by a stone. His arms, legs, and feet were all covered with bruises and scratches. He cursed in his heart at the cruelty of these little beasts.

He asked Jing Han, "Why aren't you afraid of that big wild boar?"

"I have an amulet given by an immortal!"

Yang Qisheng sighed and asked him, "Where's the talisman?"

Jing Han suddenly remembered something, and his smile instantly fell. Then he burst into tears: "The talisman is lost! Someone stole it!"

He opened his hands, and there was nothing in his fists.

Just now, Yang Qisheng used the Golden Light Curse to block the wild boar for him, otherwise, the wild boar would have swallowed his soul!
"It's lost, so don't cry. I'll help you find it." Yang Qisheng was softened by his crying and asked him, "Where's your father?"

"There's a Taoist temple in the county, and my father's gone out to work as a carpenter to earn money." Jing Han carefully observed Yang Qisheng's expression, feeling that the immortal didn't like him crying. He quickly stopped crying, wiped the tears from his face, and then said worriedly, "Immortal, I lost your talisman. Will you still accept me as your disciple?"

"When did I ever say I'd take you in as my disciple?" As soon as Yang Qisheng said this, the child's face wrinkled up again, as if he was about to cry. He smiled and sighed, "I was saying I'd find you a sword master, but unfortunately I didn't find one... Never mind, let's talk about this later. Let me ask you, how did they learn the magic of Huailing Temple?"

(End of this chapter)