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Chapter 53: Old Pine on Cangshan Mountain, Bright Moon, and Old Taoist
What happened in Korea has not been passed on yet.

The Long Kingdom was still at a loss.

Click.

The gates closed, the world returned to normal, but the people of the world fell into silence.

After a long time, someone spoke.

"Master Ji is dead?"

"No way, he must have become a god."

"Yes, after all, the world has been created."

"I suspect he has achieved harmony with the Tao."

"Why not ascend?"

"Go and ascend to heaven, aren't you afraid that the immortal world will attack you one day?"

"Aren't you curious about the last mantra Master Ji said?"

"Hehehe, I'm smart enough to have memorized it. I'm heading to Wudang Mountain to become your disciple."

"Upstairs, you have already received your death."

Wudang Mountain.

The old Taoist muttered to himself with a strange look on his face: "Could it be that I am in harmony with the Tao? Hiss..."

He was the one who guided Ji Yang in his practice, although he didn't know what he was guiding him to do.

However, Ji Yang's method of refining essence into Qi, refining Qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, and refining emptiness into harmony with the Tao were all taught by the old Taoist himself.

And the scene of Ji Yang creating the world just now, rushing into the space gap, the moment when his body collapsed inside, and the last message, were all like he was merging his body with the Tao.

The old Taoist scratched his gray hair in confusion: "What do those last few sentences mean? The secret of cultivation?"

"Meat makes mud, bones make ingredients..." The old Taoist priest put his hands behind his back and pondered: "Should I skin myself alive, bury myself in the ground, and then grow back?"

After a long while, he stamped his feet, feeling grief-stricken:
"Master Ji is not trustworthy. He promised to guide me into Taoism."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old Taoist suddenly felt a pain in his brow. He couldn't help but weakly hold on to the table in front of him. After a while, the old Taoist returned to normal, but his mind was heavy. He shook his head, and the next moment, the old Taoist frowned: "This is..."

He sensed a place in the dark where there was a magical eye floating. His sense was vague and seemed like it would break at any time.

The old Taoist priest was silent for a moment, and hurriedly packed up his stall and went home. However, he did not notice that a talisman flashed between his eyebrows.

Returning to his own courtyard, he looked around at the door, then slammed the door slyly and tiptoed back to the bedroom. Sitting on the mat, the old Taoist entered into a state of meditation with great skill, his mind drifting in the dark, and he vaguely saw an illusory scroll hanging in the dark void.

The old Taoist priest observed carefully, and soon he felt a headache and came to his senses.

"Master Ji."

Taoist Master Hengyu had a complicated look in his eyes and muttered to himself. He took a break, picked up his brush and started painting, trying to recall what he had seen.

It took three days to complete the task.

When Taoist Master Hengyu wrote this, he felt a sharp pain in his head, like a needle prick. He couldn't figure out what was going on, so he took a few days to recuperate and then meditated. It made sense that Taoist Master Hengyu could see this painting easily again.

This time, he looked very carefully and memorized it in his heart. But when he opened his eyes, Taoist Hengyu found that his memory was very vague. He quickly picked up the brush, adjusted his state, and continued to paint.

"What the hell is this? Why does my head hurt every time I paint?"

Taoist Master Hengyu became more and more familiar with the technique as he got tired. After spending two months, he successfully drew a picture.

Holding up the scroll, Taoist Master Hengyu looked puzzled: "Why is it different from what I saw? What did I see?"

He couldn't actually remember it, but he could feel that the painting he saw was different from the one he drew.

Standing in front of the window, Taoist Master Hengyu held up the scroll to study it. The scroll was not delicate or elegant, like a child's painting. But it had a unique charm. Upon careful observation, it could calm people's minds and make them immersed in it.

Perhaps this was something that Taoist Master Hengyu spent two months personally drawing, so he simply observed it and memorized it in his mind. And as he watched it more and more times, the picture in Taoist Master Hengyu's mind became clearer and clearer. It was like it was imprinted in his mind and he could never forget it.

But Taoist Master Hengyu still didn't know what this scroll was or what it was used for. He looked blankly, studied it for a few days, and after recovering his mental and physical strength, Taoist Master Hengyu continued to meditate.

This time, he was disappointed. He did not enter that space, nor did he see the magical eye, nor did he see the magical painting.

After the meditation, Taoist Hengyu looked dejected: "Could it be that I am too dull and Master Ji has given up on me?"

He walked around the room, feeling very restless and unwilling. Normally, he should have been calm at his age, but he just couldn't accept it. However, he comforted himself, "That's right, Master Ji has given me a chance. It's my fault that I didn't live up to expectations. I can't blame others."

Taoist Master Hengyu then entered into a state of meditation, but for three days, he still could not enter the mysterious space. He was silent. He clearly felt that he had a vague connection with that space, so why could he not enter?

Feeling unwilling, Taoist Master Hengyu bought a ticket and embarked on his journey.

Foshan.

Martial Arts School. After Ji Yang created the world, the number of students in the Martial Arts School increased.

Taoist Master Hengyu told the gate guards what he wanted to do, and everyone knew that Taoist Master Hengyu of Wudang Mountain had taught Master Ji, so Taoist Master Hengyu was able to meet Feng Yuxiu easily. Surprisingly, Feng Yuxiu was not sad.

Taoist Master Hengyu complained in his heart: Master Ji doesn't know how to judge people.

Feng Yuxiu didn't know what Taoist Hengyu was thinking, so he asked, "What are you doing here, Taoist?"

Taoist Priest Hengyu: "Master Feng, I would like to ask to see Master Shan."

Feng Yuxiu frowned: "Aying is not in school. She has been away for two months. As for her destination, I cannot tell you. I hope you understand."

Taoist Master Hengyu looked around and asked, "Is there anyone trying to harm Master Shan?"

Feng Yuxiu did not answer, but motioned for Taoist Hengyu to drink tea. Taoist Hengyu had no choice but to take out a scroll from his backpack: "Master Feng, help me see, what is this?"

Feng Yuxiu opened the scroll and immediately raised his eyebrows. The scroll showed an old pine tree rooted on a bare cliff, with only the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Feng Yuxiu smiled and said, "Master, you must have suffered a lot while making this scroll, right?"

Taoist Master Hengyu was puzzled. Feng Yuxiu was silent for a moment and explained: "I don't know how to explain it either. I call this painting the fundamental picture. If you comprehend this painting and understand its profound meaning, you will develop your own martial arts. Ayang once said that he would lead you into the Tao, and it seems that Ayang has kept his promise."

Taoist Master Hengyu looked even more puzzled, and muttered, "A fundamental map? What is that?"

Feng Yuxiu smiled and said, "Just stay in the martial arts school and study it slowly. This picture was drawn by you, and I believe you will understand it soon."

Taoist Master Hengyu had no choice but to follow the advice and live in the martial arts school. All his food, clothing and expenses were provided by the school, after all, everyone knew that he had taught Ji Yang. Taoist Master Hengyu meditated every day, comprehending the picture of the old pine and the bright moon, but still gained nothing. He felt helpless and wandered around the martial arts school with his hands behind his back, watching the young people practice martial arts.

As he watched, Taoist Master Hengyu suddenly muttered to himself: "I look at pictures every day, but I don't practice martial arts. It seems to be of no use?"

Taoist Master Hengyu was in a trance, and suddenly a memory emerged in his mind.

I still remember when he was young, he was still a pure boy, and there was a beautiful Taoist nun who was the same age as him. The two were childhood sweethearts, in love, innocent, and in love. The adulterer... cough cough, that day, the Taoist nun asked him: "Do you love me?"

The Taoist replied: "Love."

The Taoist nun curled her lips, feeling a little aggrieved: "Is love something that can be said?"

As for martial arts, you have to practice them.

Thinking of this, Taoist Master Hengyu started exercising with the martial arts school students the next morning. After breakfast and stretching his body, the sun had just risen.

Taoist Master Hengyu naturally would not practice with his students. He found a secluded corner, got ready with his white hair, and began to practice the boxing he had practiced for his whole life. He was so familiar with the boxing that it had already become instinctive, and he practiced it over and over again. Taoist Master Hengyu suddenly closed his eyes, his face full of leisure and contentment. In a trance, a picture scroll appeared in his mind. On the picture scroll was a bare Cangshan Mountain, an old pine tree rooted in a boulder, and a bright moon hanging high in the sky...

Taoist Master Hengyu was relaxed and at ease, observing the scroll with great interest. A sense of mystery suddenly came to his mind, and the scroll seemed to come alive. The next moment, his boxing style changed, and his routines changed back and forth, and his moves were constantly practiced, as if they were adjusted according to his thoughts and body. Gradually, his boxing style became more freehand and natural, and each punch and kick was filled with a strong and unyielding will...

Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, and Taoist Hengyu suddenly opened his eyes and stared at his hands in a daze. He felt that just now, all the strength in his body was twisted into a rope, and a new set of boxing skills was like a brand in his mind.

"Basic diagram!"

Taoist Master Hengyu was in tears and was about to cry out in grief when he suddenly jumped up, holding his hungry stomach, and ran into the cafeteria like a monkey.

Not far away on the floor above, Feng Yuxiu was standing at the window and seeing this scene, he couldn't help but grin.

(End of this chapter)