Fengyunlu

Day after day, night after night, he diligently practiced, finally reaping some rewards. He finally reached the threshold of the Xuan stage. While this level was merely entry-level in the Xuan sect, at least he had crossed the threshold. Consequently, his confidence grew, and he worked tirelessly, eager to explore even higher realms. However, the path of cultivation is like climbing a ladder to heaven; achieving the goal is not achieved through sheer effort alone.

After entering the Xuan realm, he seemed to hit a bottleneck, his cultivation stagnating, stuck at the Daoxuan realm, unable to peer into the heavens. Thirty years passed before he finally realized that blindly cultivating would not lead to a breakthrough. Thinking of the people living below him, who were suffering from the ravages of life, he decided to descend the mountain to gain experience, perhaps finding some opportunity in the secular world.

As a result, he repeatedly made his way out of seclusion, and Zhengxin Sect gained prestige among the people. While the Zhengxin Sect might be a minor presence in the Taoist world, it was still a popular sect within a radius of hundreds of miles. Over time, more and more people came to seek his guidance. Quanxin Zi's heart was in Taoism, and accepting disciples depended entirely on fate. He would open the door to those with a predestined relationship, but for those without, no matter how talented they were or how much money they offered, he would simply shake his head and refuse them without the opportunity. Thus, Zhengxin Sect was established, and while the number of disciples was small, it was still quite large, bringing a new vitality and excitement to the Taoist temple, which numbered around a hundred people.

One day, Quan Xinzi was in seclusion meditating when he suddenly felt a wave of restlessness, realizing it was a sign of things to come. He abandoned his pursuit of enlightenment and emerged from seclusion to await developments. However, by dusk, the temple remained as peaceful as usual, with only the comings and goings of pilgrims, and no signs of anything unusual.

As night fell and midnight arrived, Quan Xinzi thought that nothing would happen today. Perhaps it was because his cultivation was not enough that he could not enter a state of meditation. After a peaceful day, his mind also calmed down, and he planned to retreat again to comprehend the confusion left behind.

At that moment, a sudden burst of thunder echoed from the sky, followed by a torrential downpour, steam rising from the mountain. Quan Xinzi frowned. He had been here for over seventy years and knew that this downpour would hit the Fan family. Although it had arrived unexpectedly tonight, with no previous warning, now that it had begun, he feared the people living below would suffer. So, he immediately ordered his disciples down the mountain to provide assistance, to help as many people evacuate as possible before the flash flood arrived.

The disciples followed orders and descended the mountain to provide assistance, and Quan Xinzi lost interest in his retreat. He gazed at the dark clouds rolling across the sky, knowing that the downpour would likely continue for more than ten days. If that were to happen, given the spring plowing season, the people living below the mountain would likely have little to no harvest this year.

Quan Xinzi felt a pang of reluctance. Although his whole life was devoted to the principle of natural law, if he ignored the situation now, and the mountain torrents turned into a disaster, how would the people survive? With this in mind, he drew his sword, leaped onto his divine weapon, and soared above the clouds. He leaned over and looked around. In just half an hour, the waters below the mountain had converged. If he ignored it any further, a flood would descend within three quarters of an hour.

Quan Xinzi swept his sword across, using his Taoist magic to disrupt the clouds. Then, he unleashed his divine weapons, weaving through them. The rolling dark clouds began to dissipate. Strong winds blew the moisture, which he guided with his spiritual awareness, spreading the rain as far as possible.

After working for half the night, Quan Xinzi moved over a radius of over 700 miles, turning the torrential rain into a spring downpour, thus saving the people at the foot of the mountain from disaster. Back at the temple, most of the disciples of the Zhengxin Sect had also withdrawn, with only a dozen or so still busy at the foot of the mountain helping the people who had evacuated in the middle of the night to move their belongings.

The rain had passed, and the sky cleared, welcoming a refreshing ray of morning sun into the Taoist temple. Quan Xinzi turned his head and saw faint clouds hanging beneath a colorful rainbow bridge. The rising sun gazed at the rainbow bridge, and the surrounding clouds also had golden edges. At this artistic conception, Quan Xinzi nodded and shook his head, suddenly realizing something. The sun is high, like the gentle flow of water. As the Taoists say, the virtuous benefit all things without contention, and they stay where others dislike them. Therefore, they are close to the Tao.

Perhaps this is the Tao. There's no such thing as seclusion, no such thing as enlightenment. The so-called Tao follows nature, unfettered and unrestrained, without action or desire, free from all causal relationships. The Tao is the Tao, nothing else.

Quan Xinzi suddenly felt his mind suddenly open up, as if the shackles on his body were beginning to loosen. He felt streams of spiritual energy from the depths of his soul surge out, flowing through his body. The spiritual power he had depleted last night slowly recovered, condensing more and more firmly. A trace of the Tao began to appear in his mind, and the spiritual power in his sea of ​​consciousness began to slowly gather.

Gradually, a trace of the Dao Seal began to take shape within his sea of consciousness, slowly sinking to his Dantian, where a gradual warmth grew. This was a sign that the Dao Seal was solidifying. Quan Xinzi immediately understood that once the Dao Seal took shape, he would truly enter the Dao Xuan Realm. If the three seals merged into one, he might even have a chance to ascend to the Heavenly Stage.

He was overjoyed and was about to return to his secluded retreat to practice, concentrating on condensing the Dao Seal to avoid making any mistakes when branding it. But at this critical moment, the noise of the disciples came from the mountain below. They thought Quan Xinzi was waiting for them at the mountain gate and called out loudly. Quan Xinzi's state of mind was interrupted.

Once his mind was in turmoil, it was difficult to return to the state he was in just now. Quan Xinzi tried several times, but each time he failed. In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly, thinking that the opportunity had been lost, and perhaps this was his fate.

The Dao Seal was halfway through condensing, its initial form stuck in his Dantian, unable to be completed. If he forcibly imprinted it on the Purple Yuan Zhen Qi, the consequences would be disastrous. Quan Xinzi had no choice but to give up. He looked up and saw a dozen or so disciples approaching from the foot of the mountain. The leading disciple had two children with him, one around ten years old, the other six or seven. Quan Xinzi sighed and asked what was going on.

It turned out that the two children were the grandchildren of an old farmer named Zhu who lived at the foot of the mountain. Quan Xinzi remembered Zhu and knew that his family was poor, so he had helped the Taoist temple a lot. A few years ago, Zhu's son and daughter-in-law disappeared after going out to the market, leaving behind two hungry children who were raised entirely by Zhu.

Last night, a sudden downpour brought a flash flood, and Quan Xinzi sent his disciples down the mountain to help. The oxen of the old man's family were about to give birth, and the stubborn ox refused to leave the house, so she gave birth in the cowshed with great difficulty.

Old Man Zhu, raising two grandchildren alone, faced a difficult life. The oxen meant a great deal to him; they were his family's livelihood. He dared not give them up easily, but the Quanxin Sect disciple wasn't skilled enough to forcibly take the oxen. So, Old Man Zhu stayed behind to care for the oxen, while his two grandchildren were entrusted to other disciples for shelter.

After conferring with their fellow disciples and their children, the disciples decided to lead the people living below the mountain to higher ground to escape the flood. After two hours of hard work, they had just relocated over sixty households in the nearest mountain village. The disciples were preparing to return to continue resettling people in more distant villages. But just as dawn broke, the torrential rain, which had been expected to last for half a month, gradually subsided.

While the disciples were surprised, the more advanced ones, seeing a flash of sword light in the clouds, understood that their master had intervened, forcibly dispersing the cumulus clouds. While relieved, they didn't have time to dwell on why their master had broken with conventional wisdom and interfered with nature. They hurried to help the people below return to their villages. After all, most villagers were reluctant to abandon their livelihoods and had brought a lot of heavy items, including poultry and livestock, back up the mountain. Fortunately, the descent was relatively easy, so the return was relatively smooth, and by the time the sun set, the work was largely complete.

Most of the disciples returned to the mountain to report, leaving behind a dozen or so to clean up the mess. Among them was the disciple who had gone to Old Man Zhu's house the previous night. He returned home with Old Man Zhu's grandson. He had intended to take the child home, but before he even reached the door, he frowned.

As a cultivator, his perception was stronger than that of an ordinary person, and his vision extended further. Within three miles, he sensed something was amiss at Old Man Zhu's home. Initially, he assumed the ox had successfully given birth, and Old Man Zhu had already taken his grandson to seek refuge elsewhere. But when he looked up, he saw Old Man Zhu's house had collapsed, and a massive rock lay crushing the cowshed. Beneath it lay the unrecognizable Old Man Zhu, the expectant ox, and the half-baked dairy cow.

The blood had already drained away, and the broken pieces of flesh lay scattered on the ground. A child, about six or seven years old, watched silently, without crying or shouting. With trembling hands, he gently gathered the broken pieces of flesh and bones from the ground and placed them together in a clearing.

He tried his best to find out the truth, but as a tiny person, how could he really understand this complicated world? He could never tell which was a human and which was a cow, which made him feel extremely confused and helpless.

The older child just stood there, watching his brother busying around, tears streaming down his face. He tried to help with his little hands, but his feet seemed to be bound by some mysterious force, unable to lift a step or take a step forward.

The eldest, only ten years old, felt the world fall upon him in the face of this sudden disaster. He stood there, stunned and bewildered. The second child, only six or seven, had already gone mad. His senior brother from the Zhengxin Sect, understanding that persuasion was futile, quietly stepped forward to help. With a single stroke of his sword, he split the boulder, allowing the second child to retrieve it. Afterwards, he dug a deep pit beneath the shattered house, swept aside the rubble, and helped the two children bury their loved ones.

Thus, the two children were left homeless at such a young age, and the senior brother from the Zhengxin Sect took them back to the mountain. After Quanxinzi learned everything, he nodded and took the two children in his temple, teaching them cultivation from then on, and they were considered half-disciples of the Xuanmen Sect.

More than a decade later, the two children grew up, the eldest becoming a young talent, the second a distinguished young man. The two brothers had already reached the Phoenix Initial Realm when they first became Xuanmen practitioners. Although this level of cultivation was nothing more than a testament to the success of the Xuanmen, in the Zhengxin Sect, apart from the Sect Leader Quan Xinzi and the eldest brother Kong Xin Zhenren, none of the other brothers could even come close.

This speed, combined with the mere superficial cultivation techniques they had learned, meant they were truly gifted. Sect Leader Quan Xinzi knew that his Daoist skills were merely the most basic of the Qingli Palace's introductory techniques. Taoists knew that reaching the Xuan level was the limit of his years of painstaking study. Beyond the Tian level, without the corresponding techniques and guidance of a master, no matter how hard one tried, it was practically impossible.

His own skills were low, and the two brothers were such good young people. If he continued to teach them, he would be misleading his disciples. Quan Xinzi couldn't bear it and secretly made up his mind.

On this day, he called the two brothers close to him and told them what was on his mind. He thought of asking them to go out and seek refuge. He would first go to the Qingli Palace to try their luck. If they were taken in by the Immortal Family, they would definitely become Xuan Family in due course. There are two Gao Xuan in the door.

If the opportunity is not enough, and Qingli Palace sees that the two of them are not willing to accept disciples as masters, then he can try elsewhere. With his brother's qualifications, as long as he does not reveal that his master was a disciple kicked out by Qingli Palace, at least he can If you join a sect, you will probably be among the Jiuyao Immortal Sect.

The two brothers nodded after hearing this. They knew that the master was obsessed with Qingli Palace and had good intentions for the two brothers. Without saying anything else, they said goodbye to their master and brothers and went down the mountain. They went straight to the sea, determined to serve the master. Get your breath back.

Youdao is the Taoist sect in the world that comes out of the sea. The sea is green and there are three mysteries of Taoism. Qingli Palace is the supreme Taoist. The founder of the sect is the ancient god Qingdi. Qingdi is the first of the five emperors of Xuanmen in ancient times. He studied under the ancestor of Xuanmen, Cang Qiong. He is a person of good fortune who assists the people of the world and continues to illuminate the exchanges of human races. He can be said to be the true glory of the Nine Heavens.

Afterwards, the human race prospered, the demons in heaven and earth escaped, the Qing Emperor passed away, and his descendants passed down the Taoism. The Qingli Palace has continued for countless generations to this day. Among them are the disputes between Taoism, Xuanmen chaos, and even the battle between good and evil. It can be said that the Tao Chaos Tribulation has plundered the entire Xuanmen, but the Qingli Palace still survives. The fundamental reason is that Qingli Palace has a prosperous Taoist fortune, and every generation has high-level Xuanmen. The most important reason is that the Qingli Palace holds three volumes of the Heavenly Barrier. Suppress orthodoxy.

The three volumes are Taixiao Jing, Taishang Jing and Xianji Chapter. Two of the three volumes were handed down by Emperor Qing, namely Taixiao Jing and Taishang Jing. These two volumes contain Taoist Gongxuan and various creations. , can be said to be the origin of Taoism in the world.

In addition, the Immortal Traces chapter was written during the Great Dao War. In order to protect the Taoist sect, a founder at that time spent his whole life cultivating, and used the method of Zhou Tian Yue Ti to disappear from the stars in the sky for an unknown number of years. The magical soldiers of the Great Dao came back with enlightenment, and gathered the power of all the heavens in their hands. The Tongtian Ru came out and went to fight for the world, ending the 10,000-year war. The battle of the Great Dao also ended with the victory of the Dao Immortal, and the lich, demons and demons began to converge. In order to succeed in his own way, Xuanmen spread the chaos in the sect.

After that, there was darkness in the Immortal Traces Chapter. Seventy-eight percent of the power of the Great Dao, which had been accumulated for ten levels over the years, was consumed by the struggle of the Great Dao. When he needed to recuperate, Qingli Palace used the method of all heavens to set up an anti-Yue Zhou in the back hall of the Taiqing Palace. In the Heaven Dispelling Technique, ninety-nine and eighty-one sky lanterns correspond to the stars, nourishing the light of heaven and earth and restoring the power of the great road.

In this way, after three thousand years, it was almost done. At the critical moment, Qingli Palace suffered a great chaos. Someone attacked Qingli Palace at night, robbed troops and stole treasures. It was the founder of Wanmoyuan Demon Mountain who led various people from the evil way to attack the mountain by force.