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

Time flies like a white horse flashing past a crack in the wall, days and months rise and fall in the blink of an eye. How many times has the sea become fertile land, and black hair turns to frost in an instant? Life is but a dream, why lament? The past is gone with the wind, never to be regained. Let us drink a cup of wine before us, and not borrow the heavens to cleanse our black hair.

On the mountaintop outside the main hall of Peach Blossom Mountain, two Taoist priests stood facing the wind.

A young, handsome man with a composed expression.

Another person with a long, flowing beard and a smiling face.

"Is Master leaving?"

Qingyangzi was already thirty years old, but he still looked like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy. However, he appeared much more composed and increasingly showed the demeanor of a senior brother.

"Yes, I've started to feel uneasy these past two years."

As Zhang Zhengdao spoke, he patted Qingyangzi on the shoulder.

"From now on, the Taoist temple will depend on you."

Qingyangzi quickly bowed and said, "Master, rest assured, once my cultivation reaches a certain level, I will definitely go to heaven to report back to you."

"Alright, Peach Blossom Temple is the number one Taoist sect in the world, and also the only immortal mountain and immortal sect in the world. Manage it well, and don't let your fellow disciples follow you for nothing."

"Yes!"

Qingyangzi bowed again.

Zhang Zhengdao had already walked towards the palace.

Looking at his master's back, Qingyangzi suddenly felt a little sad.

After so many years of cultivation, his cultivation level has become increasingly profound. He is no longer the child whose emotions were easily read on his face. However, at this moment, he still cannot suppress his emotions.

As soon as Zhang Zhengdao's figure disappeared into the palace, a group of people immediately surrounded him.

"Senior Brother, is Master really leaving?"

The speaker was the Seventh Princess. The Seventh Princess had lost her girlish arrogance and had become much more composed in her actions. It was said that she once used the Golden Scissors magic weapon to slay a dragon in the East Sea, and with just one snip, she cut off the evil dragon's head.

Thus, she acquired the title of "Golden Scissors Fairy" in the martial arts world.

"Yes, if we don't leave now, our Dao heart will become unstable!"

Qingyangzi shook his head, glanced at the dark mass of disciples behind him, and waved his hand.

"It's all gone!"

So the disciples, each with their own thoughts, dispersed.

Over the years, the Taoist temple has developed rapidly. Although it doesn't accept many disciples each time, and only about ten people with good aptitude for cultivating immortality each time, it has been able to sustain itself for so many years.

Inside the palace sat the elders and protectors.

The Imperial Preceptor Ge Huayang has already become an elder, and his master has become a protector. The Four Heroes of Kunshan, after serving as constables in Lingzhou City for twenty years, have also returned to Peach Blossom Mountain to become law enforcement elders.

Many of my old friends have arrived at Peach Blossom Mountain and found good opportunities there.

"You are all accomplished cultivators. In this world, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call you terrestrial immortals. Even if you can't ascend to the heavens, you can still prolong your life and live for a thousand years or even longer. If you have enough opportunities and your cultivation level increases, it's not impossible for you to live for ten thousand years."

The elders and protectors remained silent.

"There's no need to be sad. We who are on the path of cultivation should be more open-minded. The longer we live, the more we should see through the ups and downs of human relationships."

The imperial advisor lamented, "It's just that I've lost a fishing buddy."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhengdao burst into laughter.

"I might come back someday, and then we can go fishing again."

Xiaoyaozi's eyes lit up: "Really? Abbot, you mustn't be lying to us!"

Zhang Zhengdao laughed and said, "With my cultivation level, coming back is a piece of cake. Just think of me as someone who has been wandering the martial world for a few years, just like before."

Once those words were spoken, the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

"Tonight, ask Sister Gui's kitchen to prepare a few more dishes. We absolutely must get drunk later. It's already a blessing that we've all come together."

The evening's drinking party was attended by core disciples and elders/protectors.

It mainly consists of the first generation of disciples.

The wives and concubines all participated.

Inside the banquet hall, everyone was clinking glasses and enjoying a lively atmosphere. They were drinking fine wine nurtured with spiritual energy from Zhang Zhengdao's purple gourd, which was imbued with an ethereal quality.

Furthermore, since the people drinking didn't consciously suppress the alcohol in their bodies, they quickly became completely drunk and disheveled.

Zhang Zhengdao couldn't suppress the effects of the alcohol and was eventually helped to his bedchamber.

As I got drunk, all sorts of images came to mind.

It felt like a long dream.

The faces of people I knew on Earth flashed by, and the people of this world seemed to linger in my mind. There were also some strange and bizarre scenes, indescribable, but overall quite joyful.

When the sunlight streamed in, blindingly bright, I opened my eyes and was immediately filled with shock and overwhelming joy. There on my bed lay countless people, sprawled haphazardly…

That's confirmed. No wonder I had a very happy dream in the latter half of last night.

To avoid embarrassment, Zhang Zhengdao quietly slipped away.

Then, upon reaching the mountaintop, I prepared to savor the moment again, bathed in the morning sun and gentle breeze. Even an immortal would never have experienced such joy.

No wonder people often describe such scenes as blissful, like being in paradise.

"Master, are you really leaving?"

This time, the question was directed at Jinlong Aoyu.

Zhang Zhengdao nodded, then looked at Ao Yu and said, "Yes, come with me to Heyun Mountain today."

Why go to Heyun Mountain?

Over the years, Jinlong has been going to Heyun Mountain from time to time. Because Zhang Zhengdao is not in front of her there, she can enjoy whatever she wants, whether it's food, play, or other things. She can have whatever she wants.

Since becoming a middle-aged Taoist priest, Hong Zhengtong has become increasingly energetic. He would often go to Peach Blossom Mountain to pay his respects to Zhang Zhengdao and remind him not to forget that there was such a territory as Crane Cloud Mountain.

"going or not?"

Zhang Zhengdao stared at her and asked.

"go with!"

Ao Yu nodded decisively.

Zhang Zhengdao did indeed feel uneasy, initially thinking he was probably ill. But how could he, an immortal, possibly be sick?

So he guessed that there might be something troubling him, but he was invincible in this world, and all matters, big and small, within the temple were under his control, so how could he possibly be worried?

I haven't made any progress in the past two years, but I can't seem to calm myself down.

Having reached the Golden Core Perfection realm, is there anything in this world that I cannot fathom?

It was precisely because it was something he couldn't fathom that he felt somewhat afraid.

Because of what happened last night, the concubines in the palace were all working very hard tonight. They all knew that parting was inevitable, and they all wanted to leave behind a seed of immortality for themselves in their final moments.

When everyone opened their eyes in the morning, they discovered that Zhang Zhengdao had vanished without a trace from the palace.

As the sea breeze blew, the sun rose just as the sun leaped from the sea, bathing the golden dragon in the sky and the Taoist priest on its back in a golden glow. The halo of sunlight made the man and the dragon seem as if they had flown out of a painting.

All the disciples of Heyun Mountain stood in front of the main hall to welcome them.

The disciples looked at the immortal and the golden dragon with great admiration.

When they landed, the golden dragon transformed into a woman and followed behind Zhang Zhengdao.

Zhang Zhengdao looked at Hong Zhengtong, who was following behind him with a stooped posture, and asked, "Is everything ready?"

Hong Zhengtong: "Ready."

Zhang Zhengdao said, "Let's begin!"

This was something Zhang Zhengdao had promised Hong Zhengtong: to preach the Dao one last time to the disciples of the Divine Fire Sect of Crane Cloud Mountain before Zhang Zhengdao left.

This is a rare opportunity, and it may never come again.

Zhang Zhengdao has spoken about the Dao here several times.

After each sermon, many people would soon experience breakthroughs. Some even attained supernatural powers, able to manipulate their energy and summon wind and rain.

Although the storm was nothing special, it was enough to shock the world.

This is the path to immortality; I've already taken one step onto it.

Heyun Mountain and Taohua Mountain are different.

Peach Blossom Mountain was transformed by Zhang Zhengdao through mountain-moving and a grand formation was set up. Even if the path to immortality is opened in this world in the future, and someone wants to attack Peach Blossom Mountain, the protective formation will be enough to keep Peach Blossom Temple safe.

Moreover, the formation of Peach Blossom Mountain gathers spiritual energy, making it a much better place to cultivate than Crane Cloud Mountain.

However, at Hong Zhengtong's constant urging, he has sent disciples to Peach Blossom Temple every year to exchange and learn, absorbing the spiritual energy of Peach Blossom Mountain. The disciples selected for the exchange are all outstanding individuals, and their cultivation levels have greatly increased after returning.

To hold a lecture.

Zhang Zhengdao began his lecture from the podium, speaking eloquently and fluently.

Everyone listened with rapt attention.

Even Hong Zhengtong was so engrossed in it that he couldn't extricate himself.

Zhang Zhengdao looked at everyone, nodded, and taking advantage of their moment of enlightenment, said to Jinlong Aoyu, "Follow me!"

Ao Yu followed Zhang Zhengdao to the Fallen Dragon Valley behind the main hall.

Here, Zhang Zhengdao stretched out his hand, and a jade box appeared in his palm. He had long understood the reason for his unease.

When the jade box was opened, a burst of light shot into the sky.

This is the second time Zhang Zhengdao has opened it in decades. The first time was when he first obtained the jade box in Fallen Dragon Valley. He hasn't opened it since.

As soon as Ao Yu leaned over, he asked in surprise, "Master, I can't see anything clearly. Why is everything all around me so white? Is the light too bright?"

Zhang Zhengdao said, "I also see nothing but whiteness in front of me."

Ao Yu: "Close the box, I can't see clearly... Wait, why am I flying in the air..."

Zhang Zhengdao: "Me too!"

Then the light suddenly disappeared.

With the whistling wind in their ears, the two opened their eyes, which had been blinded by the light, and saw their bodies falling directly down from the sky, one up and one down.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

With two loud thuds, the two men crashed heavily to the ground, causing the ground to cave in and billowing dust. Both lay there, unwilling to move, wanting to rest for a while.

Suddenly a voice rang out: "Kids, grab your weapons! Could those two falling from the sky be two demons?"

Why do these lines sound so familiar?

Zhang Zhengdao propped himself up and looked around. A group of monkeys carrying wooden sticks and bamboo spears were leaping and surrounding them.

It was like being struck by lightning.

Damn it, I told you not to transmigrate into this wicked world! Now look what's happened!