Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 11 Liberating the Deceased

“Young man, my secular surname is Zhang, and my given name is Shouyi.”

His Taoist name was 'Xuanjizi'.

He is the current abbot of the 'Five Viscera Contemplation'!

"The Five Organs Theory?" Qi Yun's hand, which was patting the crumbs of the pancake, suddenly froze!

He suddenly looked up, his eyes wide open, as if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning!

His face drained of color instantly, leaving only extreme shock and bewilderment!
"The Five...Five Organs Contemplation?! You...you are the master of the Five Organs Contemplation?!"

Qi Yun's voice trembled with disbelief, distorted by excitement, "This...how is this possible?!"
The Five Organs Observation... Isn't the Five Organs Observation located on the Immortal Mountain in Guizhou?!

It…it clearly…it had already collapsed! It was a complete ruin! How could this be?!

The overwhelming amount of information left his mind in a state of chaos.

The ruins of Immortal Mountain, the jade slip in the alchemy furnace, the abbot before me…

All of this intertwines to form a huge, breathtaking mystery!

The old Taoist Xuanjizi was taken aback by Qi Yun's sudden and violent reaction. His white eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Hmm? You've heard of my Five Organs Observation?"

Qi Yun forcibly suppressed his turbulent emotions, quickly forcing a mixture of surprise and realization onto his face, and hurriedly explained.

"Master, please calm down! I...I heard it from someone else!"
I overheard some traveling merchants talking about this while fleeing famine.

It was the unique name that made a deep impression on me!
This humble one is ignorant and uninformed; upon first hearing that you are the abbot, I was shocked and lost my composure!

“I see. The name ‘Five Organs’ does sound strange to outsiders. However, this name does not refer to the five internal organs of the human body, but rather originates from the ancient Taoist practice of ‘internal alchemy and external ingestion of five minerals,’ which also subtly aligns with the mysteries of the Five Elements’ mutual generation and restraint, and the Five Emperors of the Five Directions.”

Xuanjizi's tone turned solemn, carrying a sense of dignified inheritance: "'Five' refers to metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The five elements rotate and generate all things, and also correspond to the lungs, liver, kidneys, heart, and spleen in the human body! 'Zang' means to store or store!"

The meaning of this is that the transmission of my view is the foundation for cultivating life, refining the five elements internally, and nourishing the spirit and vital energy!

The name "Five Organs" is derived from the profound meaning of the Great Dao: "Refining the internal organs as a furnace and cauldron to contain the divine mechanism of the five elements of heaven and earth!"

How could mere mortals presume to know such things?

Qi Yun listened with a sense of understanding but not quite, yet the profound truths contained in the old Taoist's words filled him with awe.

He quickly bowed again: "This humble one is dull-witted. Only today, after hearing the Abbot's explanation, do I realize that this name contains profound truths! I am truly ashamed of my previous presumptuous words!"
"I wonder if the abbot would be willing to accept me as a disciple?"

Xuanjizi waved his hand, a hint of weariness on his face: "The matter of taking a master is no small matter; it concerns the inheritance of the Daoist lineage and cannot be decided in a short time. We'll discuss it another day!"
You should rest first, and let the old Taoist priest also recuperate for a while.

Having said that, he ignored Qi Yun, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and quickly entered a deep and long meditative state, his breath becoming barely perceptible.

Although Qi Yun had many questions and was eager to become a disciple, he knew that it was not the right time to disturb him.

He did as instructed, found a relatively sheltered corner, and curled up to sit down.

Exhaustion washed over me like a tidal wave, but my brain remained unusually active.

“Xuanjizi…Master of the Five Organs Temple…Is the Five Organs Temple he mentioned the same as the Shenxian Mountain Ruins I visited?”

This old Taoist priest can borrow a path from the ghost realm; his methods are extraordinary. Where is he going?
What exactly is the purpose of the jade slip inside my body?

Countless chaotic thoughts swirled and intertwined in my mind, like a tangled mess.

Before long, Qi Yun felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he was eventually completely overwhelmed by the boundless darkness and deep drowsiness.

After an unknown amount of time, a chill woke Qi Yun.

He suddenly opened his eyes and found that it was already broad daylight.

He subconsciously looked towards the spot where the old Taoist priest was meditating.

Empty! "Master?!" Qi Yun's heart sank to the bottom!

Did the old Taoist find him a burden and leave on his own while he was asleep?
In this completely unfamiliar, desolate wilderness, having lost this only source of support and potential guide...

He hurriedly got up and heard a faint rustling sound coming from not far outside the temple.

Qi Yun's heart tightened, and he quickly rushed out of the dilapidated temple following the sound.

The old Taoist priest Xuanjizi was standing with his back to the temple gate, vigorously wielding a rusty shovel he had found somewhere in an open space not far away, digging into the soil again and again.

His Taoist robe was tucked into his waistband, and beads of sweat were already visible on his forehead.

Beside him lay the white bones that had fallen by the roadside, which Qi Yun had seen before. Now, the old Taoist had collected them and neatly arranged them on a relatively clean, broken door panel.

There are three in total.

He strode forward, his voice tinged with eagerness: "Abbot! Let me do it! You rest!"

Xuanjizi stopped what he was doing upon hearing the sound, leaning on his shovel and glancing at Qi Yun with slight panting. There was no displeasure on his face; he simply nodded and handed over the shovel: "Hmm, that's fine too."

Dig deeper, so the wild animals don't disturb it.

Qi Yun took the heavy shovel, said nothing more, rolled up his sleeves, and began digging with all his might.

The soil was damp and hard, and each stroke required a lot of effort.

He dug with utmost concentration, soon becoming drenched in sweat, his palms aching from the rough wooden handle, yet he remained oblivious.

Wait until a sufficiently deep and wide pit is dug.

Qi Yun jumped up and, together with the old Taoist priest, carefully lifted the broken door panel that held the three skeletons and slowly lowered it into the pit.

Xuanji Zi stood solemnly at the edge of the pit, straightening his clothes and looking dignified.

He formed a complex and ancient Taoist mudra with his hands, took a deep breath, and began to chant aloud in a low, melodious tone, as if carrying some strange rhythm:

"In the vast Fengdu, there are towering mountains of Vajra."

The boundless light of Lingbao illuminates the veil of the raging pool.

The spirits of the seven ancestors, their bodies carried by the fragrant banners.

"May the lotus of wisdom and tranquility bring eternal peace to those reborn in the heavens."

As the chanting of scriptures echoed through the silent forest, it seemed as if even the wind stopped.

Qi Yun stood solemnly to the side. Although he did not understand the profound meaning of the scriptures, he could feel the compassion and transcendence contained in the voice.

He imitated the old Taoist priest and bowed deeply to the pit.

After the scripture was recited, Xuanjizi said softly, "Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, soul to the netherworld, may you ascend to the Pure Land soon. May the Heavenly Venerable bestow boundless blessings."

He was the first to scoop up a handful of yellow soil and sprinkle it into the pit.

Qi Yun quickly followed suit, scooping up soil to cover the area.

The two of them worked together and quickly filled the pit, building a small grave.

After doing all this, Xuanji Zi stood in front of the new grave and remained silent for a moment.

Sunlight fell on his faded Taoist robe and snow-white beard, gilding them with a faint golden edge.

The old Taoist priest, who was like a pillar of strength in the ghost realm last night, now exudes a calmness born of having seen the vicissitudes of life and having compassion for all living beings.

Standing behind him, Qi Yun looked at the small grave mound, then at the old Taoist's lean and upright back. The thought of becoming his disciple had never been so firm and clear as it was at this moment.

(End of this chapter)