Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 522: The Scholars of Mount Qingcheng, Blessings and Disasters
"Before the Supreme Purple Cloud Emperor, the Supreme Great Dao Jade Morning Lord."

In Qingcheng Mountain, a young man held a Taoist scripture in his hand and began to recite it. He looked focused and spoke clearly, and his clear reading voice echoed in the empty hall.

Taiqing Hall is one of the Three Pure Halls in Qingcheng Mountain. It is usually the place where the elders on the mountain meditate and practice. But today, he appeared here.

After another stick of incense had passed, the young man slowly put down the book in his hand, and his eyes became dim.

His name was Cao Lixuan. He was originally a student of the Jixia Academy. He was extremely talented and was loved by the professors of the academy. Later, he came to Qingcheng Mountain on the secret order of Emperor Mingde, wanting to get a glimpse of the secret of Zhao Shouyi's ascension to heaven. For this, the imperial court paid a huge price.

But when he arrived at Qingcheng Mountain, he found that the situation was not as good as he had imagined. When he first came, Taoist sword immortal Zhao Yuzhen was still on the mountain. He had met him several times, but he didn't seem to like him.

The other party didn't even say a word. After handing the book in his hand to the current head of Qingcheng Mountain, he left.

And that book was nothing else but the unrevealed secret of Qingcheng Mountain, and also the cultivation method that Zhao Shouyi practiced - the Taoist scripture.

When Cao Lixuan first got the Taoist scripture, he was still confused. He had been studying in the Jixia Academy and had not dealt with the outside world very often. However, he was still confused by the practice of people like Qingcheng Mountain who gave him the thing right away without asking him anything.

Taoist scriptures are something that people all over the world dream of. Many people go up the mountain just to get a glimpse of the true face of this thing.

Before, he had thought of countless ways to obtain this thing, but in the end, the thing was delivered directly to his hands, and Qingcheng Mountain didn't seem to care from beginning to end.

It was not until he opened the first page of the Taoist scripture that he finally understood why Qingcheng Mountain was so casual about this martial art that made the world jealous.

Because there is not a single word on the book, and there are no traces of fire or water on the book, because the Taoist scriptures have been comprehended by people, and no such traces have been left on them. From a certain level, the correct method would not be such a low-level method as burning or flooding.

As a gifted scholar, he was not stupid. On the contrary, he was very smart. He could almost remember all the teachings of the sages in the book and could apply them to other situations. But when he faced this wordless book, he remained silent.

Cao Lixuan stood up from the futon and walked to the carved wooden window of the Taiqing Hall, stroking the wooden window with his fingertips unconsciously. Looking around, Qingcheng Mountain was wrapped in a layer of light green mist in the night. When the copper bells on the eaves were lifted by the mountain wind, a few ginkgo leaves were spinning and falling from the thousand-year-old tree.

The copper bell on the eaves rang again, shattering the moonlight on the ground.

Cao Lixuan suddenly became dazed, and his mind drifted to who knows where.

At that time, he looked at his hands with a puzzled look. He clearly remembered that he had placed the Taoist scriptures in front of the statues of the Three Pure Ones for worship. How could they appear here?

But at this moment, he didn't care about so many things. Looking at the Taoist scripture in his hand, he was shocked to find that at this moment, the knuckles of his fingers holding the Taoist scripture had turned white, and sweat seeped out of the folds of the rice paper.

Suddenly a voice sounded in my heart, it’s the seventh day.

When he thought of this time, his forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat. He had only been in Qingcheng Mountain for five days, how could it have been seven days?

Seven days was the deadline given to him by Emperor Mingde. He raised his head and looked outside. The night was about to end and the dawn was about to come.

During the days since he came to Qingcheng Mountain, he naturally had other thoughts in his mind, but he had not given up because the time had not come yet. Now it was the last day, and there was no time to think about it. He got up and walked into the hall.

He spread the scripture on the Tai Chi Fish Eye Stone and looked at it carefully, watching the morning mist condense into water droplets on the empty paper, but he still couldn't spell out a single hexagram.

Cao Lixuan comforted himself in his heart. Now that it had come to this, he would definitely test all his guesses.

At noon, the scorching sun penetrated through the gaps between the ginkgo leaves. He suddenly felt a faint light on the lines of the pages. He hurriedly used a celadon cup to fetch mountain spring water to water the pages, but saw water marks winding like tears, which soon seeped into the paper and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, Cao Lixuan couldn't help but clench his fists. This Taoist scripture must be hiding a great secret, otherwise it would not have attracted the covetousness of Emperor Mingde. Whether he handed over the secret after comprehending it, or used it for himself, it would definitely be a great fortune.

But at this moment, he felt a little uncertain. Could it be that he really had no destiny with the Dao Sutra?

Time passed by minute by minute, and when dusk fell, he lit the pine torch again. In the flickering flame, he seemed to catch a glimpse of an inky black thread. When he looked closer, the sparks from the explosion of the lamp oil burned through half a page.

“Heaven and earth are not benevolent, they treat all things as straw dogs; sages are not benevolent, they treat the people as straw dogs.”

He suddenly recited the Taoist classics fiercely, and the sound waves shook the dust on the beams. The statues of the Three Pure Ones enshrined in the hall flickered in the candlelight, and the scriptures in his hands were sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and at a certain moment they turned into a flying sleeve. He suddenly closed his eyes and concentrated, and when he opened them again, there was no Taoist scripture in his hands, but only the wooden window that he was holding tightly, and the copper bell beside him seemed to be taunting.

Cao Lixuan stood there with a bitter smile on his face.

He had always heard that seeking the Tao was difficult, as difficult as ascending to heaven. At that time, he felt that he was very talented and there was nothing in the world that he could not understand. Today, facing that Taoist scripture, he was left with only a deep feeling of powerlessness.

At the same time, he became curious about the young Taoist priest who had comprehended this Taoist scripture. He wondered what kind of talent he had to be able to comprehend such a creation.

In Yuqing Palace, the leader of Qingcheng Mountain and his entourage were looking at this place from afar.

"Cao Lixuan's talent is indeed good, but the Taoist scriptures cannot be understood by those who are not predestined. I'm afraid that Emperor Mingde's plan this time will fail."

Beside him was an elder stroking his beard and sighing.

"Secular royal power, wealth and power are dazzling. The Jixia Academy teaches worldly knowledge, which is contrary to our Taoism. Moreover, the Taoist scriptures are mysterious. After the Taoists kept their original aspirations, Feixuan is the only disciple among our sect who can comprehend them. This kind of blessing cannot be forced. I am afraid that those outsiders do not understand this principle at all."

Wang Yixing swung the whisk in his hand.

"The Tao can be Tao, but it is very Tao; the name can be named, but it is very famous."

"Everyone has his own way. Yu Zhen said before he left the mountain that Cao Lixuan had a destined relationship with our Qingcheng Mountain. If he cannot comprehend the Taoist scriptures, perhaps we can let him comprehend other skills and leave a good relationship with him."

Hearing this, the eyes of the other elders flickered. Several of them had made extraordinary achievements in divination. At this moment, they felt something in their hearts and nodded as if they had sensed something.

"There is also the matter of the medicine man and the ghost. We must also be careful. Good fortune and misfortune come from no door, only people bring them upon themselves."

(End of this chapter)