Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow

Shen Qing raised his head leisurely, and saw towering peaks in front of him.

On the top of the peak, yellow clouds were lingering, like golden silk, and the rays of light burst out from the gaps in the clouds, coating each peak with a layer of gorgeous golden light, dazzling and eye-catching.

At the foot of the mountain, many believers with yellow scarves wrapped around their arms knelt devoutly, and each of them had a solemn face, making the ordinary square look particularly solemn.

Incense was lingering, and it was extremely prosperous.

Wisps of green smoke slowly rose to the unreachable sky, intertwined with the rays of light and yellow clouds on the top of the mountain, and it actually had a bit of immortal style.

Shen Qing reached out and gently wiped the treasure bag on his waist, and took out a seemingly ordinary mirror.

His fingertips touched the mirror lightly, and circles of light blue spiritual light rippled, slowly reflecting his figure in the mirror.

These days, the spiritual mirror has been continuously deepened and transformed by Shen Xiaohu, and now it has the ability to communicate face to face.

Shen Qing gathered his mind and said according to the method given to him by Shen Xiaohu: "Xiaohu, it's me. I have successfully arrived at Huangtian Holy Mountain!"

His voice was low and clear, as if he had brought an irresistible force through the barriers of thousands of mountains and rivers and arrived at another place.

After a moment of silence, Shen Xiaohu's slightly excited face came from the spiritual mirror: "Brother Qingzi?! You are here? Wait for a while at the foot of the mountain, I will report to the elders."

The image of Shen Xiaohu in the spiritual mirror suddenly disappeared.

Shen Qing put away the spiritual mirror and waited patiently.

Seeing that it was still early, he took a step, walked through the bustling crowd, and walked to the devout believers who knelt down.

These believers of Huangtian Sect have dark complexions, small and thin bodies, and their hands are folded with enlarged joints. At a glance, it can be seen that they often do work, and there is not much difference from ordinary farmers.

They kept muttering some words of Huangtian blessing, which made him curious for a while.

Shen Qing walked up to an old man who had just finished kneeling, stopped him, and asked sincerely: "My dear father-in-law, I am a traveler from afar. I just heard the name of Huang Tianjiao and I am very curious. Can I ask you why you chose to join Huang Tianjiao?"

The haggard old man raised his head, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He looked around and said: "Alas, you don't know. We are all refugees who can't survive. You see, some of them can't stand the heavy taxes of the government, and some are harassed by demons and have no home... Everyone heard that this is the home of Huang Tianxian, so they came here to settle down and seek a way to survive."

Hearing this, Shen Qing continued to ask: "There are so many places in the world, why choose this place?"

The old man was surprised Yi Dao: "Haven't you heard of that prophecy?"

Shen Qing had a hunch, but he was still not sure, he asked: "What prophecy?"

"The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established. In the year of Jiazi, the world will be prosperous."

The old man sighed: "Look at this world, the government is corrupt, the demons are rampant, the people are suffering, the blue sky is no longer able to protect us, and the emergence of the Yellow Sky Sect is in line with the will of heaven and is going to replace the blue sky. Maybe under the rule of the Yellow Sky Sect, it won't be long before the world will usher in real peace."

"This word has been spread thoroughly, and everyone believes it. If you don't come now, it will be too late later."

Shen Qing's face was slightly stunned. He had expected that the twelve words would have some impact, but he didn't expect the impact to be so fast.

At this time, a young woman took over the conversation, her eyes flashing with piety and said: "You don't know yet, I heard that the Taoist master has been reincarnated after his death, and he will soon return to his position. The Holy Son will come back to teach. In the future, my Huangtian Sect will surely prosper."

Holy Son?

Shen Qing was puzzled, and he continued to ask calmly: "What Holy Son?"

The woman shook her head, a trace of confusion on her face: "We don't know the details."

Shen Qing was curious.

As he was talking, the sky suddenly became extremely heavy, as if an invisible force was brewing a huge change.

Everyone's eyes involuntarily cast towards the holy mountain in the distance.

The place that has always been regarded as sacred and inviolable by the Huangtian Sect is now undergoing incredible changes.

The originally verdant mountains were shrouded by rolling yellow clouds. These yellow clouds were not ordinary clouds. They were mixed with wisps of indescribable spiritual energy.

Shen Qing's keen sense of consciousness detected that it was a wisp of pure spiritual energy mixed in the yellow clouds.

As the yellow clouds surged, they seemed to have life, slowly descending from the sky, spreading along the winding stone steps, and dyeing the entire mountain road with a layer of golden color.

This sudden vision made everyone present hold their breath.

Many devout believers couldn't help but kneel down, constantly clasping their hands together and praying in their hearts.

At this moment, a solemn and majestic drum sounded on the other side of the holy mountain, hitting everyone's mind.

Even Shen Qing, who was in the Yuanshen realm, felt his heart beating and thumping.

As the drum sounded rapidly, three middle-aged men in yellow robes walked steadily from the mountain gate, stepping on the yellow clouds.

Behind them were the prominent leaders of the Huangtian Sect, holding weapons, with solemn expressions and full of solemnity.

Further behind were the densely packed believers, who were dressed in uniform yellow clothes, holding incense, and chanting.

When this group of people walked up to Shen Qing in a mighty manner, the whole scene suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of the wind and the faint singing of birds in the distance.

The three elders looked at each other and then shouted in unison: "Welcome to the Holy Son!"

This shout seemed to arouse the emotions in the hearts of countless people.

Behind him, the leaders and the followers also knelt on the ground, repeating the elders' shouts, and the voices rose and fell, echoing in the valley.

Shen Qing stood there, shocked by this sudden scene and was a little overwhelmed.

The old man and the woman who had just talked to Shen Qing were also shocked when they saw this, and then they were filled with countless surprises.

They never thought that the young man in front of them was the reincarnation of Huang Tian Daozhu, their Holy Son.

Many people looked at Shen Qing curiously, and they felt that Shen Qing was indeed handsome and talented.

Shen Qing looked at the many people in Huang Tianjiao in front of him, and his doubts deepened.

He knew very well that he was not a natural saint, nor was he the reincarnation of a Taoist master.

Huang Tianjiao must have other purposes for this move.

Shen Qing silently took a step back: "I..."

A kind-looking elder stared at Shen Qing with his deep eyes, and quickly interrupted him and said: "The Holy Son has come all the way under the guidance of heaven, and must have been tired from the journey. Please follow us back to the mountain gate. You are the one destined by heaven, and the Huangtian Sect is looking forward to your return."

Shen Qing noticed the deep meaning in the other party's eyes and knew that they had a lot to say.

It was just right for him to see what they were up to.

Now that his injuries have basically recovered, it is expected that these people can't trap him.

Shen Qing gradually calmed down, looked at the people in front of him from the Huangtian Sect, nodded, and accepted the greetings from the Huangtian Sect.

"Holy Son, please!"

An elder slowly stretched out his hand and motioned Shen Qing to move forward.

Shen Qing smiled slightly, returned the greeting, and then followed the people of the Huangtian Sect, stepping onto the stone steps leading to the mountain gate under the ardent and admiring eyes of countless believers.

When he stepped on the yellow cloud, he felt that the cloud under his feet was as thick as a substance. After sinking an inch, he was gently dragged up and slowly moved up along the stone steps.

Shen Qing felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he saw this, and couldn't help but smile in his heart: "This Huangtian Sect is interesting."

After him, three Huangtian Sect elders and other leaders followed closely.

A moment later, after passing through the solemn mountain gate, the scenery in front of him suddenly opened up, and the Huangtian Sect's dojo came into view.

It was magnificent, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland on earth.

Rows of buildings were lined up, and the scale was comparable to the imperial palace in Kyoto.

Shen Qing didn't quite believe that this was the work of the Huangtian Sect.

He had a sharp eye and observed carefully, and still found that these buildings were full of traces of time. Many places on them were very mottled, as if they had experienced a long time.

You know, the Huangtian Sect has only appeared in the past ten years.

According to such signs, it is absolutely impossible that they built it.

In the center of the dojo, Shen Qing unexpectedly met his long-lost cousin, Shen Xiaohu.

Shen Xiaohu was wearing the clothes of the Huangtian Sect, with a firm face and a gleam of excitement and admiration in his eyes.

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He stepped forward quickly, grabbed Shen Qing's hand, and said excitedly: "Brother Qingzi, you are finally here! You don't know, I have missed you so much these years!"

Shen Qing looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man in front of him, and couldn't help sighing.

It's only been five or six years since I last saw him, but I didn't expect Shen Xiaohu to change so much.

He inherited the outstanding appearance of the old Shen family as always, with a dignified appearance and full of a little bookish air.

He only sensed this temperament in Zhang Shuyuan, the bookworm.

Shen Qing took advantage of the fact that the people around him were not paying attention, and he stepped forward and lowered his voice and said: "Xiaohu, do you know what this is about?"

"Are you talking about the Holy Son?"

Shen Qing nodded silently.

"Speaking of which, this is related to the prophecy you told me. Huangtian Sect can be said to have breathed a sigh of relief with this prophecy."

Hearing this, Shen Qing was really a little surprised.

Shen Xiaohu said solemnly: "In short, it's not a bad thing."

Seeing Shen Xiaohu's serious look, Shen Qing gradually realized that the position of the Holy Son might not be what he originally thought.

Just as Shen Qing was thinking, the three elders of Huangtian Sect came.

With a kind smile on their faces, they gently said to Shen Qing: "Holy Son, you have just returned to the Holy Sect. We invite you to the Tianji Hall to discuss important matters."

Shen Qing looked up and saw that the three elders seemed to be smiling.

He was moved and knew that this was a serious matter.

"Okay."

Thinking of Shen Xiaohu's words, Shen Qing nodded happily and walked towards the Tianji Hall with the three elders.

He walked silently behind the three elders, and his spiritual power was hidden.

If anything unexpected happened, he could react quickly and escape with the tripod.

Although Shen Xiaohu said it was okay, you should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others.

People always change.

After so many years, Shen Xiaohu is still not the same Xiaohu as before, and Shen Qing dare not make a 100% promise to himself.

So it is better to be careful.

The three elders seemed to notice Shen Qing's little thoughts, but did not care too much.

Shen Qing followed the three elders to the 'Tianji Hall', one of the core places of the Huangtian Sect.

The space in the Tianji Hall is open.

There is an exquisite stone wall hanging in the center.

It is engraved with a circle as a whole, with complicated routes in the middle, and star trails looming.

At first glance, it is actually dizzying, and there is a mysterious aura that makes one's heart palpitate.

Even Shen Qing's Yuan Shen realm cultivation level didn't dare to look too far, for fear that his newly repaired Yuan Shen would be injured again.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and didn't look any further.

Under the stone wall, there are several chairs arranged in an orderly manner.

One in the center and three on each side.

"please!"

The three elders led Shen Qing to sit on a chair on the left, and they each chose a seat to sit, facing each other.

"Holy Son, one of the forty-nine Heavenly Sects, one of those who can escape. When our Huangtian Sect is in danger of life and death, the prophecy you said brought a glimmer of hope and change to our Huangtian Sect." The elder sitting in the center has white beard and hair. , he was the first to speak: "We just happened to hear Shen Qushuai say that you want to submit to our holy religion. This is all destined."

When Shen Qing heard this, his eyes flashed slightly.

Could the twelve words he said really cause such a big stir?

Shen Qing was doubtful, so he said without leaving any trace: "What does the elder mean by this? Shen Qing is just an ordinary person, how can he bear the name of this holy son?"

An elder on the right said with a kind smile: "The Holy Son does not need to be humble. The prophecy you made has been found in the ancient books of our religion. The ancient books record that as soon as the Taoist master dies, a Holy Son will be born. You just comply with it. "Destiny."

"Really or not?"

"Of course it's true."

Shen Qing saw the rapid changes in the eyes of the three of them and didn't want to follow them in circles anymore.

He said straight to the point: "Guys, there's no one else here right now. I might as well open the skylight and speak frankly."

"I, Shen, have never believed that pie will fall from the sky along the way. If it does, it will be an exchange of equal value. To get something, you must pay the same price."

Shen Qing paused and said slowly: "So, what do you want to get from me?"

The three elders each looked at each other and smiled: "The Holy Son is worthy of being the one who escaped from Ji Zikong's hands. He is indeed extraordinary."

Shen Qing activated the spiritual power in his body and said, "What? Do you also want to be like Ji Zikong and want to dig out the secrets in me?"

The three elders shook their heads, changed the subject and said, "Holy Son, do you know why the Huangtian Sect was able to emerge from nowhere and reach the point where it is now, even challenging the Ji family?"

"I am willing to listen attentively."

"Actually, you have also noticed that none of the buildings on this holy mountain were actually built by us. The buildings here are actually the residence of the Taixuanmen sect that existed in ancient times, nearly two thousand years ago. It happened to be more than ten years ago Fortunately, we discovered it." (End of this chapter)