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

A huge flock of silly birds...

A large group of white-clad swordsmen stared wide-eyed at the golden dragon in the sky. The golden light shooting from its enormous eyes nearly stunned them.

"Clang!"

A swordsman in white lost his grip on his sword and dropped it to the ground.

According to the rules of the Divine Fire Cult, the sword is a swordsman's second life; as long as the sword is there, the sword is there.

Okay, now the sword is gone but the person is still here.

They were all dumbfounded!

Zhang Zhengdao looked at the group of white-clad swordsmen and said, "That hero just now said he was going to take us to the main hall? Come on, I promise I won't beat the shit out of you. The thing I hate most in my life is a dog who uses his power to bully others."

I'm not going to tolerate these people anymore; they have no shame.

The eldest disciple stammered, "Daoist Master... that... that really was a golden dragon..."

I'm about to punch you, and you're still arguing about this?

"Oh!"

Without a word, Zhang Zhengdao punched his senior brother right in the eye socket, instantly turning the eye black. The senior brother collapsed to the ground, groaning and groaning, his condition unknown.

The others ignored the golden dragon in the sky and turned to look at Zhang Zhengdao with anger on their faces.

Zhang Zhengdao: "Come on, let's all come at him together."

Dozens of white-clad swordsmen finally picked up their swords, knelt down together, gripped the hilts, and bowed to Zhang Zhengdao with the blades facing down, saying in unison, "Greetings, Immortal."

Zhang Zhengdao: ...

Isn't this a group fight?

What's wrong? Are you scared out of your wits?

The golden dragon in the sky originally planned to wait until this group of people rushed up, then blow a breath to lift them into the sky, and then swat them down to the ground one by one with its claws, leaving dozens of huge pits on the ground. That would have felt much better.

It really liked the Taoist priest's way of fighting; every punch landed squarely, and only then could it feel the impact, the rhythm, and the sense of relaxation...

What can we do now?

I was originally going to show off, but my rivals have fallen to me. Should I criticize them?

He turned to look at Zhang Zhengdao, puzzled.

Zhang Zhengdao said, "What's the point of fighting? Just wait!"

The white dragon horse could only coil up in the clouds, while the golden dragon could continue to show off its status, which could be considered as slightly fulfilling its wish.

In the main hall.

The cult leader's shoes all ran away.

There's no way we can not be anxious! The golden dragon has appeared in the world. According to the ancestral master's prophecy, it means that an immortal has descended to earth. How can we not be anxious? That's an immortal!

He scrambled out of the main hall and ran barefoot toward the place where the golden dragon was coiled.

A group of elders and protectors followed behind.

Behind the elders and protectors followed a dense, dark mass of disciples of all ranks, who had gone mad and were running like madmen behind them.

"Immortal—"

The cult leader waved to the golden dragon as he ran.

Jinlong was staring intently at the group of white-clad swordsmen, so why would he bother with their insect-like cries? Who cares who they are? If these white-clad swordsmen annoyed him, he would use his power to crush them.

Sure enough, although the group of white-clad swordsmen were kneeling on the ground, they clearly felt the oppressive aura of the golden dragon descending from the sky.

That atmosphere, that heavy air, caused sweat to stream down their foreheads.

Especially the eldest brother.

He was barely able to get up by then. When the Taoist punched him, he felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking. There was no way to dodge it. He didn't even have time to pray that the punch would be lighter or that he wouldn't be hit in the face before he was hit.

They've done us a huge favor.

This is a sign of self-favor!

This is an immortal; he has already decided that this person is an immortal.

The patriarch once prophesied that when the golden dragon appears, an immortal will emerge.

The immortal himself was hitting him—what an honor! Tears welled up in his dark-circled eyes. He turned over, knelt on the ground without saying a word.

"This disciple has dared to offend the immortal, and begs the immortal to grant me death!"

The eldest brother spoke in a clear and resonant voice, as if he were discussing a matter of justice and morality.

What the hell?

So you want to execute him?

This guy must be mentally ill!

Zhang Zhengdao: ...

Jinlong: ...

This is the first time I've ever seen someone make such a request. It's quite rare. Should we grant his request?

Just as Zhang Zhengdao was about to speak, he suddenly heard a shout from afar: "Immortal, Dragon God... I have failed to greet you properly, please forgive me—"

The sound grew louder as it approached, like a resounding bell. It was clear that the sound had been forced out of its source by the internal force behind it. As the sound arrived, Zhang Zhengdao glanced at it and knew that a large group of people were rushing over.

With an old man with white hair as the spearhead, followed by a large group of people, they charged forward like a spearhead formation.

"I beg the immortal to grant me death!"

The eldest brother's voice was strong and resolute.

Zhang Zhengdao: Is this guy crazy? Why does he want to die so badly?

Just as he was about to slap him, the kneeling white-clad swordsmen all shouted in unison, "We beg the immortal to grant us death—" Their voices were powerful and unwavering.

"Please, Immortal, show mercy!"

Just then, the old man who had been leading the way arrived and shouted loudly.

Zhang Zhengdao looked at the old man who was still panting and the large group of people behind him, and said, "Are you the leader of the Divine Fire Sect?"

The old man nodded, seemingly convinced that it was no surprise that Zhang Zhengdao knew him.

"The old leader of the Divine Fire Sect, Hong Zhengtong, led the entire Divine Fire Sect to pay homage to the immortal."

The old man actually knelt down without saying a word.

As soon as the old man knelt down, everyone behind him immediately knelt down as well.

They all prostrated themselves on the ground and shouted loudly to Zhang Zhengdao, "Greetings, Immortal!"

Zhang Zhengdao was dumbfounded. "I didn't come here to seize power. I just came to see the Divine Fire Sect, the most mysterious sect in the world."

It is said that there are immortals, which is why they came. After arriving, they discovered that they were the only immortal. Is this a sign that they are being recognized as masters?

Zhang Zhengdao: "I'm hungry!"

The golden dragon circled in the air and asked, "Master, shall we beg for alms here?"

Zhang Zhengdao angrily retorted, "Monks beg for alms, but we Taoists believe in mutual exchange."

Although the old man Hong Zhengtong didn't understand Zhang Zhengdao's thought process, his reaction was still sharp despite his age. He immediately got up and said, "Welcome back to the sect, Immortal!"

He then instructed the elders who had gotten up: "Go quickly, go quickly, get some food."

He then asked Zhang Zhengdao, "I wonder if immortals have any particular customs or rules?"

Zhang Zhengdao said, "There's nothing special about it, as long as there's meat, preferably braised beef. If there's also wine, I won't mind. Of course... peanuts would also be good with the wine. As for the rest, a mix of meat and vegetables, a few of each. My golden dragon has a big appetite..."

Golden Dragon: "Master, should I transform into a white dragon horse to eat, or should I eat in my golden dragon form? If so, this entire mountain wouldn't be enough for me to eat."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a lightness in his body.

Its enormous body suddenly fell from the clouds.

As it fell, it transformed into a beam of light. Upon landing, a handsome young man in white robes and a crown appeared.

After landing, the young man looked shocked. He then looked at himself with his hands and legs, touched his head, and asked Hong Zhengtong, the leader of the Divine Fire Sect, who was standing next to him.

Do you have a mirror?

"Yes!" Hong Zhengtong, the leader of the Divine Fire Cult, immediately shouted to the dark mass of people, "Does anyone have a mirror?"

Before long, dozens of bronze mirrors were delivered.

These disciples actually carried bronze mirrors with them?

I was about to get angry, but I held back.

The young man held a mirror, looked at his young face in the mirror, then at Zhang Zhengdao's face, then at his own face, and finally sighed.

"Master, were you able to transform me into a human long ago?"

Zhang Zhengdao nodded and said, "Yes, it will be fine the first time I turn you into a white dragon horse."

The young man's eyes reddened: "Master, I've followed you for so many years, I've done my best even if I haven't done anything great, how could you... keep this from me for so long? You're such a good person..."

Zhang Zhengdao asked in surprise, "Didn't you mention it either? Why are you acting even more aggrieved than me?"

The young man finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears, looking in the mirror as he cried.

Zhang Zhengdao angrily retorted, "With so many people watching, aren't you ashamed?"

The young man immediately said, "After all these years, my first impression is... that I can surpass the abbot in looks. Look at this face... isn't it even more handsome than yours, abbot..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Zhengdao had already walked away.

A large group of people followed.

Jinlong quickly followed. Although he had transformed into human form, he had to be careful not to anger the capricious and jealous abbot, lest he lose his handsome face.

Hong Zhengtong, the leader of the Divine Fire Sect, followed behind Zhang Zhengdao, keeping his head down and watching Zhang Zhengdao's steps. He felt that every step of the immortal contained the mysteries of the Great Dao, and he benefited immensely from it.

It truly feels like an enlightenment where the left foot represents Heaven and Earth, and the right foot represents Tao!