I, the Wudang junior master, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 296 The Meaning of Cultivation Is to Protect

As Lao Zhang spoke, everyone rode their swords into the sky and headed towards the mountain gate.

Seeing the big guys flying away on their swords as soon as they disagreed, Song Qingshu hurriedly spoke up.

"Master! Dad! Uncle masters, I haven't even boarded the flying sword yet! Take me with you!"

In the end, Old Zhang waved his whisk, and with his powerful magic power, he rolled Song Qingshu to his side and took him into the sky.

"Master still loves me the most," Song Qingshu said with a flattering smile on his face.

Old Zhang tapped Song Qingshu's head with his finger and laughed, "You are always so careless. You are completely different from your father. It's really strange."

"Now that Wudang has such a good leisure environment, if you are willing to spend more time on cultivation instead of partying with the female disciples in the sect all day, it won't be difficult for you to reach the foundation-building stage."

Song Qingshu shrank his neck, a little surprised, "Master! You even know this?"

Gu Changfeng chuckled, "Qingshu, don't forget that after a cultivator reaches the foundation-building stage, he will have divine consciousness. Things within the range of divine consciousness can be said to have nowhere to hide."

"You live not far from your father, so it can be said that everything you do at home all day is actually seen by your father."

Song Qingshu was shocked. He felt like a social failure when he thought about how his father knew all the ridiculous things he had done at home.

He turned to look at Song Yuanqiao, only to find that Song Yuanqiao was staring at him sternly.

As for Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daying and others, they had an expression of gloating as if they were enjoying the show.

In the end, Lao Zhang waved his hand.

"Okay, stop teasing Qingshu."

"The spiritual consciousness of a cultivator can indeed do what Changfeng said, but your father still needs to practice all day long, so he won't be so bored and stare at you all the time."

Song Qingshu scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, but he was secretly complaining in his heart.

"No, I have to ask Wang Mu to set up some formations for me when I get back. It is said that this guy has even figured out a simple spirit gathering formation. It should not be a problem to isolate my father's consciousness. Otherwise, how can I, Song Qingshu, have any privacy?"

at the same time.

Outside the gate of Wudang Mountain.

Countless people who came from various cities and villages crowded on the ground and set up many simple tents.

At this moment, a baby's loud cry was heard from a tent.

The rough-skinned young woman quickly climbed up and held the baby in her arms, patting his body gently with her hands and whispering softly.

"Don't cry, baby. Don't cry, baby."

After a while, the baby's crying gradually subsided, but the man's coughing was heard again in the tent.

The young woman hurriedly carried the baby into the innermost part, looked at the man in coarse clothes lying on the haystack with concern and asked.

"Aqiang, how are you?"

The man waved his hands, stammered a few times through his pale, dry and cracked lips, and squeezed out a dry word from his throat.

"I'm fine. The kid must be hungry. He hasn't eaten for two days."

"Well, I'll go around and see if I can find anything to eat."

As he spoke, the man named Aqiang propped himself up and became aroused.

The young woman pushed the man back into the haystack and made him lie down, saying anxiously.

"A Qiang, your leg was broken the day before yesterday when you were looking for food. You can't move now, otherwise you will suffer hidden injuries in the future."

A Qiang sighed and looked at his wife lovingly.

"But if I don't go find food, won't our son, you, and our parents all starve to death?"

The young woman was stunned for a moment, then looked up into the deeper part of the tent, where four elderly people were lying, all with numb expressions on their faces, like corpses.

Finally, the young woman couldn't hold it back anymore, tears welled up in her eyes, and her tone was sobbing.

"Woo~woo~woo, it's all the fault of those evil monks. If it weren't for them, why would we have to leave our homeland and flee here?"

"Also, hasn't the Wudang Sect always considered itself a prestigious and upright sect? Why has it always refused to let us in?"

"They are going to watch us starve to death!"

A Qiang stretched out his arms and embraced his wife, sighing and comforting her.

"Don't worry, don't worry, at least we are still alive, right?"

"As for the Wudang Sect, I heard that the mountain guarding disciples have already passed the message. Just be patient and wait."

"Three years ago, when I came here to collect herbs, I encountered villains. It was Mo Qixia, one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, who came to my rescue. Otherwise, I would have died long ago. Not only that, he gave me a few taels of silver when I left. The Taoist priests of Wudang Sect are definitely not the kind of people who would watch someone die without helping him!"

Just then, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the tent.

I could vaguely hear words like 'Master Zhang is here', 'The Immortal Master is here', etc.

A Qiang was shocked and hurriedly urged his wife.

"It must be the Taoist priests from Wudang who have come. Help me up and go out to have a look!"

At this time, Gu Changfeng and his group had already arrived above the Wudang Sect's mountain gate.

Looking down from the air, Gu Changfeng realized that the situation was much more serious than what Song Qingshu said. The number of people from the martial arts world who had gathered outside the Wudang Sect's mountain gate was not very large, only a few hundred people.

And now, the number has increased by more than ten times.

Many people were obviously wearing coarse cloth clothes, and they were crowded near the mountain road with their families. They had built simple tents with wood and grass. The whole team stretched for who knows how many miles.

A rough estimate showed that there were at least tens of thousands of them, all with pale faces, obviously hungry.

There were also many elderly people and children, and the sounds of crying and quarreling were endless. It was just like a refugee camp.

The arrival of these people immediately caused a commotion on the ground, with people shouting loudly, "The Wudang Immortal Master is here, Master Zhang is here!"

Suddenly, countless people rushed out, knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Seeing this, Lao Zhang's face became tense. Without saying a word, he pressed the escape light and landed on the ground.

Gu Changfeng and the others looked at each other and quickly pressed the escape light.

As soon as Lao Zhang landed on the ground, everyone surrounded him frantically, begging him at the top of their lungs.

"Master Zhang, please take us in!"

"Master Zhang, my father broke his leg. Please save him!"

"Young Master Gu, Fengbo City was engulfed by the blood sea of ​​the evil monk. Less than 10% of the tens of thousands of people in the city escaped. Young Master Gu, please help us!"

Old Zhang glanced around, with a look of pity in his eyes.

The Buddhist dust was waved gently, and the powerful magic power was transformed into a gentle force to lift up the people kneeling on the ground one by one.

Gu Changfeng also made a hand gesture, and the chaotic magic power soared into the sky and differentiated into Yi wood magic power in the air, condensing into a blue light ball, and continuously sprinkled blue light spots towards the ground.

These green spots of light contained extremely powerful vitality, which quickly healed everyone's injuries.

Seeing this, Old Zhang showed a hint of relief in his eyes and asked Song Yuanqiao quickly.

"Yuanqiao, our Wudang Mountain is much larger now. There should be enough space to accommodate them, right?"

Song Yuanqiao thought for a moment before speaking.

"There is a place. In consideration of the future expansion of Wudang, a number of houses were built in the mountain stream below the Five Peaks. They were originally intended to be the residences of outer disciples, and can easily accommodate tens of thousands of people."

Lao Zhang nodded and said, "Okay, in that case, let's quickly open the gate and let them in."

Song Yuanqiao looked embarrassed, "Master, if so many people rush into Wudang, we don't know if there are other people with bad intentions mixed in, I'm afraid it will be disadvantageous to us."

"How about we find a way to deliver the food?"

Old Zhang frowned and his face became obviously unhappy. Just as he was about to speak, Gu Changfeng spoke first.

"Master, what Senior Brother has considered is not a problem. Although our Wudang Sect has good intentions, their own safety must be put first. Please don't blame him."

"Well, I will set up another formation between the five peaks to restrict them from going up the mountain. This way, we can protect these innocent people and we don't have to worry about someone sneaking into the five peaks to do anything. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Lao Zhang's expression softened, and Song Yuanqiao quickly cast a grateful look towards Gu Changfeng.

Then, Lao Zhang took a few steps forward and spoke slowly. With the blessing of magic power, his voice was accurately transmitted to everyone's ears.

"Everyone, don't worry!"

"My Wudang Sect will definitely not stand by and watch you die. We will soon open the mountain gate and let you in."

"But everyone please pay attention to your formation and don't panic to avoid a stampede."

"I'll be watching here to make sure everyone can enter Wudang!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a loud cheer from the crowd.

Aqiang, who was supported by his wife and standing in front of the tent, was very excited. "I told you! I told you that the Taoist priests in Wudang would not stand by and watch someone die!"

Gu Changfeng nodded to the few people, controlled the escape light and soared into the sky, quickly setting up a formation between the five peaks.

On the other side, as the mountain gate was opened, a group of martial artists and refugees came in one after another, and under the guidance of the Wudang disciples, they went to the residences of the outer disciples.

Lao Zhang just floated quietly in the air like this, and would take action whenever he saw someone fall or a stampede was about to happen, ensuring everyone's safety.

As for Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and others, they were also very busy. Some of them arranged for Wudang disciples to go down the mountain to meet them, while others personally allocated accommodation for everyone, asked people to prepare food, and so on.

When everyone entered the Wudang Sect's mountain gate, they were all shocked by the sight before them and the rich spiritual energy that permeated the air.

Many people sighed, this is probably the legendary fairyland, right?

And those people in the martial arts world couldn't help but have an idea in their minds: Why bother practicing martial arts? Why not just join the Wudang Sect and practice Taoism!
High in the sky.

After setting up the formation, Gu Changfeng came to Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang pointed at the people below who had joy on their faces again and laughed.

"Changfeng, we must not deviate from our original intentions when practicing."

"There is a saying in the Taoist scriptures: 'Heaven and earth are not benevolent and treat all things as straw dogs.' However, we are human beings, not the emotionless heaven and earth. Deep in our hearts, we must have a reverence for life."

"The meaning of cultivation is to protect others. If you are successful, you should help the world. Remember this!"

After hearing this, Gu Changfeng seemed to have a sudden enlightenment in his heart, and he became much more clear-headed. He then bowed and saluted.

"Follow Master's teachings!"

(End of this chapter)