A Tale of Encounters with Immortals: A Peach Blossom Temple in the Martial World

The leader of the Huashan Sect felt he could live another fifty years because he had already reached the level of a Grandmaster.

The reputation of the Mount Hua martial arts competition has indeed been gradually declining this year.

In the past, you could make a lot of money just by planting flags, but now you can't even plant many flags for free.

Everyone is either busy practicing martial arts or busy cultivating immortality.

Practicing martial arts is fine, but I have absolutely no clue how to cultivate immortality. I want to go to Peach Blossom Temple to become an apprentice, but the abbot of Peach Blossom Temple is not at home. What kind of apprentice am I supposed to become?

Even the Emei and Lingying sects, who planned to send disciples for exchanges, were all turned away by Qingyangzi with the excuse that the new Taoist temple was not yet completed and the place was too small to accommodate them.

As a disciple, I really shouldn't make this decision on my own.

So the disciples and elders in the Taoist temple all waited for Zhang Zhengdao to return.

Fortunately, the construction of the Taoist temple is nearing completion. It is estimated that it will be finished by the end of the year, and we can move in. The remaining minor and irregular parts can be dealt with slowly after we move in.

It's estimated that it will be completely finished by next summer.

I don't know where Heyun Mountain is.

It is said to be ten thousand miles away.

Ordinary people don't know about Crane Cloud Mountain; only key members of the royal family know about it. But now, Zhang Zhengdao also knows about it.

Zhang Zhengdao felt as if it were Penglai, a mythical fairyland on Earth.

Zhang Zhengdao rode his horse eastward, towards the place where the sun rises. He figured if he kept going, he'd eventually reach Heyun Mountain.

I just go by my gut feeling.

If you head east and keep walking, you'll reach the edge of the sea.

So... sacred mountains always seem more mysterious because they're located at sea.

A fairy mountain, separated by clouds and a sea of ​​rosy peaks, is connected by a jade belt; it is said that celestial beings live beyond this world…

As night fell, Zhang Zhengdao and the white dragon horse found a roadside inn to stay at.

The shop is run by a husband and wife.

The man was very burly, with a chiseled face and well-defined features. He was in his thirties and wore a thin shirt, which was slightly open in the early summer, revealing his well-developed chest muscles.

There is a deep scar on his face.

The woman was about twenty years old, graceful and beautiful, with a somewhat pale complexion. However, she walked with a limp, stopping every few steps, appearing very delicate.

"Two bowls of wine and five catties of beef." Zhang Zhengdao sat in the shop, where he was the only customer.

The white dragon horse was tied up at the door.

It wanted to show that it was not just a horse, but also a dragon, and that it wanted to drink wine and eat meat, but in front of these mortals, it was still sensible enough not to speak and scare them.

It just snorts occasionally to express its emotions.

So Zhang Zhengdao said to the man, "Send a bowl of wine to my horse as well, and two catties of beef."

The man said, "We don't sell beef in our shop."

Zhang Zhengdao laughed and said, "Then let's change it to mutton."

The man added, "There's no mutton either."

Zhang Zhengdao asked, "What kind of meat does the shop have?"

The man said, "We have wild boar meat, roe deer meat, rabbit meat, and venison. Which one would you like, sir? They are all hunted in the mountains and smoked by my own hand, without a trace of spoilage."

It's important to know that preserving meat is very difficult in the hot weather of early summer.

But the man said it was well preserved?

"Then let's switch to rabbit and roe deer meat." Zhang Zhengdao thought these two kinds of meat tasted better than wild boar meat. He was also someone who often hunted and ate wild game, and wild boar meat was very gamey and smelly if not prepared properly.

The men were the ones doing all the work; the women just sat at the counter, and when the men finished cooking, she would go over and serve the dishes.

The taste was so-so, but not bad.

When Zhang Zhengdao saw the man come out, he said, "Go and make five catties of wild boar meat for my horse as well."

The man nodded and went to the kitchen to cook.

The woman sat by the counter and looked at Zhang Zhengdao with some curiosity.

Aren't horses supposed to eat grass? Why are they drinking alcohol and eating meat? I curiously looked at the white horse tied up at the shop entrance. I thought the horse was incredibly handsome and didn't look like an ordinary animal.

So deep down, I didn't think it was strange that the horse ate meat.

There are many amazing things and events in the world.

By the time they finished their meal, the moon had risen, and the official road was deserted. Only one road remained, winding its way to who-knows-where.

The man cooked the wild boar meat, put it in a large bucket, and brought it to the white dragon horse.

He really wanted to reach out and touch the white dragon horse's neck.

It was clear that the man really liked this magnificent horse.

However, the white dragon horse shook its neck and dodged his hand, which surprised him. He didn't continue to touch it; if it didn't want to, he wouldn't force it.

But deep down I was curious, so I took a second look.

The white dragon horse did not eat wild boar meat.

The man turned to Zhang Zhengdao and asked, "Sir, your horse doesn't eat meat."

Zhang Zhengdao glanced at it and said, "Why don't you try replacing the bucket with a plate?"

The man looked at the white dragon horse with surprise again, but said nothing. Following Zhang Zhengdao's instructions, he took the meat to the backyard, replaced it with large platters, filled several plates, and then carried them out and placed them on the ground.

Unexpectedly, the white dragon horse shook its head and refused to eat.

Seeing the man looking at him with a puzzled expression, Zhang Zhengdao couldn't help but sigh and said, "Shopkeeper, why don't you try putting the plate on the table?"

The man also wanted to know the answer; his curiosity was piqued.

So he went inside the shop and brought out a table, placed several plates of meat on the table, and put them in front of the white dragon horse. Only then did the white dragon horse lower its head in satisfaction and begin to eat the meat.

Pretentious, that's just how they are.

When Zhang Zhengdao was about to set off, he slapped it a few times to let it experience the wickedness of human nature.

The woman watched the white dragon horse eat meat and drink wine with a smile, as if she had discovered something extremely interesting. The man, on the other hand, sat next to her on the threshold with a look of tenderness, watching the white dragon horse with her.

Everything seemed to be as wonderful as he had imagined, and the corners of his mouth even turned up in a smile.

The moonlight seemed to thicken because of their gazes, stretching into threads that bound the two together.

An untimely beam of light severed the threads binding the two.

The light went out as the dart was caught in the man's hand.

Three people slowly walked in from the other side of the official road. The three men, who looked somewhat strange, all looked at Zhang Zhengdao inside the shop and the white dragon horse at the shop entrance.

In the middle is a monk, short and fat, like a ball, with a round head, and holding a meteor hammer. All the parts of his body and the weapon in his hand are round.

The one on the left was tall and thin, carrying two curved knives, while the one on the right was a woman in her thirties, wearing a bright red dress, holding a plum blossom dart in her hand.

But Zhang Zhengdao knew that she had a sword hidden in her sleeve.

Hidden dagger!

I seem to remember now. There was a girl named Shu Baimei who practiced hidden sword techniques. She killed herself and became a female ghost, then a lotus person, and finally suffered a split personality. One part controlled the body—the female corpse. The other controlled the spirit—the lotus person. And these two actually called each other sisters in the Taoist temple all day long.

Haha, I guess all women are like that.

We can still be sisters, both in spirit and in body.

This woman looks a lot like Shu Baimei, but only in a subtle, hidden way.

"Yu Rundong, handsome and elegant; She Mingzhong, a dragon of the Shahe River; Xia Yuchu, a lady of plum blossoms."

As the man turned around and slowly stood up, he also slowly announced the names of the three people. Looking at the three of them, he only said one sentence.

"Make the guests leave!"

Plum Blossom Lady Xia Yuchu said with a charming smile, "Your beard is so long, Taoist priest. How old are you?" She laughed heartily, as proud and spirited as a little hen.

Fat Ball, who is none other than the handsome and dashing Yuan Rundong, stared intently at the white dragon horse, clicking his tongue in admiration: "I've gotten a fine horse today; Heaven has been kind to me!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a thick cloud was blown in by a gust of wind, obscuring the starlight from the sky.

"What the hell? Why is the wind picking up?"

This gust of wind came out of nowhere.

Shahe Jiaolong She Mingzhong complained.

"You've become timid?" Plum Blossom Lady Xia Yuchu giggled, revealing her calves as she laughed, and they were so white!

Shahe Jiaolong She Mingzhong nodded: "We're a little timid. The martial arts world is restless these days. Martial arts practitioners are all trying to cultivate immortality. We have to be careful, lest we inadvertently become the ladder for those immortal cultivators."

"Those people who cultivate immortality must have heard something, saying that as long as you kill so-called villains in the martial arts world, you can gain merit, and then accumulate enough merit to become an immortal. Isn't that utter nonsense?"

Even the handsome and dashing Yuan Rundong wouldn't deign to accept that.

The shopkeeper just watched the three of them chatting quietly.

After finishing his rambling, the handsome Yuan Rundong said, "I've been looking for you for two years. I never expected you to be hiding here. You two are truly a pair of lovebirds. You were poisoned, but you didn't die."

The woman also stood up and stood close to the man.

This means they're planning to die together.

The man nodded and said, "Let's do it!"

If you can take action, don't just talk; everyone has to fight for their lives anyway.

"Do it!"

The handsome Yuan Rundong suddenly sprang to his feet, swinging his meteor hammer first. Despite his short stature and ball-like build, he was incredibly agile, and when the meteor hammer was swung out, only a streak of black light was visible.

The scimitar of the Shahe Jiaolong also drew two arc-shaped streaks.

In the light, the woman's two plum blossoms stirred with the first night of summer rain. With a wave of her hand, several cold stars, like shooting stars streaking across the sky, enveloped the man and woman.

The three of them felt reassured and did not make a move against Zhang Zhengdao.

They're just ants, devoid of any real skill.