Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 236 The tangled origin

The sky and the earth are dark, and the spring thunder sounds like drums.

The whispering divine voice lingered in his ears, and Xu Yuanchang gradually relaxed his calm state of mind, while maintaining a certain level of observation in order to make new attempts.

Leaden clouds hung low, submerging the tops of the towering rocks.

Lightning flashed like a snake, connecting the sky and the Shenyu Rock.

Thunders struck the three rocks one after another, the red balls were dazzling, deafening and a spectacular sight.

All the cultivators within a three-hundred-foot radius of the Divine Language Rock were either talking to themselves or sitting like statues, as if they were standing aside from the matter and were indifferent to the rolling spring thunder that was so close.

It rained heavily, but most of the monks were not wet at all.

Even if they are absorbed in meditation and oblivious to the world outside, the instincts of the monks in the third floor protect them from wind and rain.

Xu Yuanchang was in the midst of a violent storm, his whole body soaked. He walked slowly, not knowing how much time had passed before he finally fell into a strange state of half awake and half asleep.

He tried for several days using his own understandings of keeping quiet, observing, and the state of illusion.

He put the tranquility stone and tranquility jade pendant he was carrying into his storage bag, because he was too awake to hear the whispering of the gods. He also used tranquility to wrap the ring around him, limiting its illusion-breaking effect.

What if he finally got into the state and the ring spontaneously woke him up, and he still didn't cry?

The feeling under his feet was getting heavier and heavier, and he felt a bit dragging. Xu Yuanchang's mind seemed to be wandering between heaven and earth. He was like a bystander watching his own walking corpse. His body was blown crooked by the strong wind. He slowly found a rock about ten feet big and sat down.

"…The immortal way values ​​life and saves people without limit."

Amid the murmuring and noisy sounds, Xu Yuanchang suddenly caught a vague and vicissitudes voice.

"...The way of the golden elixir is to refine oneself first."

Countless voices with the power of enlightenment interfered with the sound of the vicissitudes of scripture.

The sounds of wind, rain and thunder interweave to form a powerful force of heaven and earth.

Xu Yuanchang's soul looked up at the rainy night, as if thinking about something. The noise slowly faded away from his ears. After a moment, he heard the third sentence of scripture echoing loudly.

“The Tao is hidden and cannot be spoken of; but once it is revealed, it can be spoken of.”

Just as he was pondering the mystery, suddenly a snake-like lightning flashed from above a huge rock a hundred feet away, turning and pointing towards his head.

Xu Yuanchang's heart tightened. He saw his hair standing on end. A red lightning ball followed the guidance of the lightning and hit his head with a "crack". The devastating power made him terrified.

With his half-conscious mind, he wanted to dodge to the side, or even roll over like a donkey.

However, his body was stiff, his reactions were slow and he couldn't move at all.

But he could still clearly see the lightning ball, like in slow motion, with light waves turbulent on the surface and dragging the trail of light.

It’s too terrible, hide quickly!

"Boom", what is coming will eventually fall on your head.

He could hear the subtle "hissing" sounds of lightning burning his body, and the pain of violently tearing his soul seemed particularly long and took a long time to pass. He could even smell the aroma of burnt flesh in the air.

It is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It would be delicious if sprinkled with cumin.

Faced with the sudden disaster, he was not too sad, and even had the leisure to think about other things.

The light was so bright that nothing could be seen around.

He suddenly remembered the ring, but as he thought about it, he couldn't find the life-saving ring that was secretly connected to him.

It was white everywhere, so clean that you couldn't see anything.

The space in the ring vibrated violently, and the rabbit's head with snow-white fur turned pitch black, with its hair standing up like a hedgehog, and tiny strands of lightning were jumping on the rabbit's body.

The rabbit was struck by lightning for no reason, and stared blankly at the lightning splashing on the ground, twisting and spreading to form a six-sided shape of thirty meters in size. As the vibration intensified, the space in the ring expanded to about a hundred meters.

The six-sided shape in the middle slowly rises and finally stops on three steps protruding from the ground.

The rabbit's gem-like eyes turned red, and it could no longer maintain the noble elegance of the fantasy beast. It stamped its feet in frustration and yelled:
"Damn you old bastard, you are deliberately trying to do evil to me, right? You thought that one day I would be able to escape, so you ordered Xu to put me into your Fantasy Immortal Ring."

"What do you want to do? Killing people is not enough. I've died once before, so why would I be afraid of you?"

"Alright, I'm afraid of you. Please be magnanimous and give me a place to stay for the time being."

The rabbit stared at the suddenly brilliant and dazzling altar of creation. There was a mysterious aura condensing. He knew when to change his tone and softened his tone. He dared not scold the old bastard anymore. He had to bow his head as he was under someone else's eaves.

If the old bastard gets angry and sends him out of the space, it would be a disaster.

His crystal nest had long been excluded from the range of the altar and moved to a corner to settle down.

It was through this Creation Altar, which currently only has six sides and three levels, that Rabbit recognized the origin of the artifact space. It was indeed a treasure of an old acquaintance of his.

I feel sad, but I have to accept the cruel reality.

Didn't she secretly mock the old man for being single for the rest of his life? So why did she pursue him so relentlessly and plot against him again and again?

He is just a little bit mean...Oh, being mean is a disease, it's not good.

I watched as the brilliant light that was wandering on the platform of creation gathered in the middle and slowly faded away.

The rabbit fell into deep thought.

He had to change his strategy again, he seemed to be changing all the time.

Alas, it is so damn difficult to be a free-spirited and independent beast.

After a night of wind and rain, the morning sun shines obliquely on Shenyu Rock.

Xu Yuanchang finally found his body from the vast white world. He sat upright on the rock, the water marks on his body turned into mist, he was not struck by lightning with any limbs missing, and there was not even a trace of being burnt.

The terrifying experience of being struck by lightning last night was like a hallucination and nightmare, gone with the wind.

I'm glad you're okay. Fortunately, everything is okay.

His soul returned to his body and he fell into a state of half awake and half asleep again.

My ears are filled with all kinds of chaotic whispers of gods.

……

Liu Xianfeng led Zeng Shanlang, Meng Yiyi and Nan Wenxiu to escort Yu Fengwu, who was wearing a bright yellow dress, out of Baiyunjian Inn.

The monks passing by on the street all stepped aside and saluted.

Yu Fengwu actually didn't like this kind of situation. She was a sword cultivator, not a magic cultivator.

Didn't she just sentence Shu Shiming, who had violated the rules of the ancestral holy land, in front of the Shu family's fourth-story monks who had rushed over? She killed Shu Shiming and his men and left only his body intact, which was hung high up in the wallless city to be exposed for three months as a warning to others? She didn't kill them in large numbers.

Those scums weren't worth her effort.

She announced the punishment for the Shu family's disrespect for the holy land of the ancestral temple to the Shu family's ancestor who had hurried over to apologize.

Shu Zhongwang, the ancestor of the Shu family, resigned from all his posts in Jianshan State and reflected on his mistakes in seclusion for a hundred years.

The Shu family handed over 30% of their treasure house and presented it to the holy land of their ancestral temple to show their sincerity in atonement.

Shu Zhongwang stared at the calm and composed woman for a long while. The two sides confronted each other and the atmosphere was so tense that one could hear a pin drop. In the end, Shu Zhongwang had to bow his head and plead guilty.

If he disobeys orders, the Shu family, including himself, will disappear into thin air and cease to exist.

After returning, the Shu family ancestor carried out a bloody purge of Shu Shiming's lineage, publicly confessed his guilt, and then shut himself in on the ancestral mountain.

No matter how powerful a thousand-year-old family is, it will eventually be defeated by the rules of the ancestral holy land. The news spread quickly, and the whole Dingzhou was shocked.

The female swordsman Yu Fengwu is well known to all the dynasties' cultivation forces in Dingzhou for her strong and ruthless methods.

"Go back, see you Xiyuan."

Yu Fengwu waved his hand, glanced at a tall building in the west, and leapt into the air.

Two law-enforcement monks followed behind, and they had another trip to Xiyu.

Liu Xianfeng brought the three children back to the inn, and walked into the Xianyun Guesthouse with the innkeeper bowing to see them off.

After closing the door, Liu Xianfeng told Zeng Shanlang and Meng Yiyi: "Don't be lazy these days. Practice and think carefully about what your uncle Yu has taught you. If you can gain something, you will benefit from it for the rest of your life."

Zeng Shanlang and the usually naughty Meng Yiyi bowed obediently and said "yes", and then they went back to their own rooms.

Meng Yiyi got some guidance on swordsmanship.

She didn't know what was going on, but the gorgeous image of the sword kept lingering in her mind.

She couldn't help but ponder and think about it, so much so that she was absent-minded when doing other things.

Liu Xianfeng looked at the somewhat lost Nan Wenxiu and comforted him, "Everyone has their own destiny on the road of cultivation. You don't have to blame yourself and think too much. Just follow your own path. She is good at swordsmanship and can't teach you."

Nan Wenxiu bowed silently and went to the pavilion to read some books.

On the highest floor of the Wallless City, a monk in white robes leaned on the railing and looked into the distance. Without looking back, he casually said:
"Strictly control those useless playboys in the family, keep them in the family territory, and don't go out to cause trouble. Don't always think that my family is number one in the world. This world is big, and there are many people you can't afford to offend. Look at Shu Zhongwang, that old guy was arrogant all his life, and he almost died and his family was wiped out."

A man and a woman standing solemnly at the back bowed and replied, "Yes, we will obey the old ancestor's orders."

The beautiful middle-aged woman hesitated and asked, "Grandmaster, can you give some care to Xu Yuanchang?"

"Don't be so clever. Fairy Yu acted ruthlessly this time because she was instructed by the Holy Land of the Ancestor Court to intimidate and establish her authority, and to support Xu Yuanchang. But she doesn't like others to come forward to curry favor with her. Sword cultivators are ruthless and unfettered. Don't bring bad luck to her, let alone do so."

"Yes!"

The two bowed again.

……

It was already the end of March when Xu Yuanchang woke up. If he didn't wake up again, many people would be worried.

There were at least five fourth-floor monks outside the Divine Language Rock, running around in a panic.

They did not dare to act on their own to wake up Xu Yuanchang who was lost in contemplation. If they delayed any further, they might miss the rest of the journey and prevent Xu Yuanchang from completing his hard work. Wouldn't that be a serious sin?

Xu Yuanchang clasped his fists in respect towards the old man in black robe who was looking at him.

In a state of half awake and half asleep, he listened to the occasional sound of vicissitudes of life in scriptures, and received a sincere admonition, "As long as my heart does not die, the heart of Tao will not arise." This admonition shocked his soul and was engraved on the wall of his heart. It would take a long time to ponder it, and he would realize the true meaning of "Tao is the basis, illusion is the use."

Regardless of Shinto, magic, talismans, flying knives and other skills, they are all means of protecting the way.

If it conflicts with one's own fundamental path, no matter how powerful it is, it can be abandoned.

Your state of mind will rise to a higher level, and once your cultivation reaches a certain level, there will be no obstacles and you will be able to advance to the middle stage of Qi Transformation.

He noticed some changes in himself, and then discovered that the three steps at the bottom of the altar in his spiritual space had become more solid and no longer illusory and blurry. His soul had been strengthened by about 30%, which was an unexpected surprise.

The basis of illusion is the strength of one's own soul.

It is as if his strength has been greatly improved.

After checking his entire body, he found no other changes, and then heard the rabbit's greeting.

Xu Yuanchang probed his spiritual sense into the space in the ring and was shocked. The space expanded more than times. In the middle stood the prototype of a very familiar summoning platform, with six sides and three levels. As his spiritual sense entered, light waves flowed slightly on the platform.

Rabbit was lying on top of the crystal stone in the corner, legs crossed, and said something shocking: "Xu Daoyou, you are not kind. You are the successor of Taoist Master Yanshan. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Xu Yuanchang thought for a moment and wondered where the rabbit got such secret information from?
He remembered that he had not mentioned Taoist Master Yanshan to Rabbit.

Could it be that the ring was related to Taoist Master Yanshan? Did the huge changes in the ring space allow Rabbit to discover something?
But he is not someone who can be easily fooled.

"Master Yanshan said he wanted to take me in as his apprentice, but I refused on the spot."

"You... refused?"

The rabbit's mouth was wide open enough for a fist to fit in. This brat must have been struck by lightning and gone stupid. Such a good thing from heaven, such an opportunity that people at the fifth and sixth levels fought so hard for, was rejected so lightly?
"No, no, since you rejected the kindness of Taoist Master Yanshan, why did he give you the Magic Fairy Ring? You must have also practiced Taoist Master Yanshan's signature skill, the Creation Divine Art. Otherwise, how do you explain the Creation Divine Platform in the Divine Artifact Space?"

The rabbit is now full of doubts.

It’s strange, hasn’t that old bastard Yanshan passed the tribulation and ascended to the immortal world yet?
Xu Yuanchang finally solved a secret that had been buried deep in his heart for a long time. The money he received was really put into his sleeve pocket by Taoist Yanshan without anyone noticing. He once had a fleeting suspicion that the master's behavior was strange and weird, and he also passed on his magical skills to him under the pretext of "Liujia Qimen Incarnation Technique", but it should not have been passed on completely. Maybe it was because he did not become his disciple?

He didn't expect that Taoist Master Yanshan was a master who lived eight thousand years ago, an antique who lived from the same era as Rabbit.

"No, no, Taoist Master Yanshan should have taken the path of transformation to the mortal realm of the sixth level soul gate. His cultivation was completely sealed. I saw it with my own eyes..."

Xu Yuanchang shut up in time. It was related to Taoist Yanshan's secret. He couldn't tell the most untrustworthy lie about the scene of bones everywhere and mountains of corpses and seas of blood that he had "seen" before to the most untrustworthy lie beast.

As my knowledge broadened, I read many classics, especially consulting with senior scholars Zeng and Chang.

He was very sure that Taoist Yanshan was on the path to becoming a mortal and needed to go through tribulations step by step.

"Haha, you are going to make me laugh to death. If you say that he has the means to return to the lower world from the upper world, I will definitely believe it, but old man Yanshan was a top existence eight thousand years ago, even more powerful than that three-legged turtle. Does he still need to take the 'mortal path'?"

The rabbit rolled from the colorful crystal stone to the ground, pounded the ground with its front legs, and laughed exaggeratedly with its rabbit teeth showing.

There is nothing more ridiculous in the world than old man Yanshan's transformation into a mortal.

"What you said is right, believe it or not."

Xu Yuanchang didn't have time to argue with the rabbit, so he walked towards the nearest Song Shuqian.

"Believe it, isn't it okay for me to believe it?"

The rabbit didn't want to argue with the Taoist priest about meaningless issues. Suddenly, he thought of a possibility. The person who came to the world was an incarnation of old man Yanshan. The old man was good at the art of incarnation. He shouted, "Where is Taoist Master Yanshan now? Can we find him?"

"The old man's whereabouts are erratic. He said we'd meet again if we were destined to, but I couldn't find him."

Xu Yuanchang touched the bamboo stick stuck on his head and whispered something in response.

When he was still five steps away from Song Shuqian, an invisible and quiet energy quietly acted on Song Shuqian, who was standing like a statue.

This is not an attack. It is used just right here and will not cause the monks to instinctively resist.

Song Shuqian slowly woke up from his confusion, as if he had experienced a long and complicated dream. After waking up, he was blurry and some fragmented things were swaying in front of his eyes, which were difficult to grasp and could not be recalled.

Xu Yuanchang once again sent a ball of calm energy to Song Shuqian, which completely woke him up.

Seeing the old man in black guarding the corner with his eyes closed and silent, he walked quickly inside and used the same method to wake up Meng Caiqin and Nan Baolin respectively, and whispered a few words to remind them that they still had important things to do.

After thinking for a while, the rabbit seemed to have made up his mind and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Xu, let's make a deal. You take me to see Taoist Master Yanshan, and I will teach you how to make magic weapons. How about that?"

Xu Yuanchang and the other two walked out of the Shenyu Rock area and refused without a second thought: "I don't have time, I won't do it!"

He had no talent for refining equipment and even had difficulty making basic formation equipment.

So what if you learned how to make an illusion device?
He couldn't do it.

Subconsciously, he felt that the rabbit was harboring some evil intention, so he just rejected it without thinking.

……

(End of this chapter)