Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath and said, "This thing consumes a lot of Qi and mind. Qi is fine, but the mind needs to be in a state of meditation to recover for a while!"

"Come on, follow me to the Dashangqing Palace, I will personally protect you!" said Zhang Jingqing.

Zhang Zhiwei pointed to the huge glass mirror on the ground and said, "What about this? Does it need to be dealt with?"

Zhang Jingqing pondered for a moment and said, "No need to deal with it specially, just leave it here. You made a lot of noise just now, and many pilgrims and residents of Shangqing Town noticed it."

"They are on their way here, but their running speed is limited, so they can't arrive immediately. I estimate that they will arrive one after another in half a quarter of an hour."

“Instead of hiding it from the public, it is better to show it openly and say that it is a miracle of my Longhu Mountain.”

Zhang Jingqing reached out and touched the mirror: "It's not really a lie, this way and that."

"Master, thank you for your praise!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Jingqing gave him a displeased look, but did not suppress him. If it was true as Zhang Zhiwei said, that he had achieved the absolute unity of yin and yang, then it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a miracle.

But…if it doesn’t work, then I must teach this bully who made fun of me a lesson. Should I tie him up with a flying sword and mail him out or something else? It all depends on my mood.

"Ah!"

Zhang Zhiwei sneezed, rubbed his nose and said, "Master, are you teasing me in secret?"

This kid has a very sharp sense of perception... Zhang Jingqing glared at him: "If I want to scold you, I will just scold you directly, why do I need to use crickets?"

After saying that, he bent down, put his two fingers together, and with a hint of golden light on his fingertips, he gently stroked the mirror.

"呲呲呲..."

A piercing sound that made one's skin crawl was heard, and an almost imperceptible shallow scratch appeared on the mirror surface.

Zhang Jingqing looked at this scene in some surprise. He had just compressed this golden light to be very sharp, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it could cut iron like mud, but it failed to cut the glass.

"Master, what are you going to do?" Zhang Zhiwei asked puzzled.

"I think the image produced by this thing is much clearer than that of a bronze mirror. I plan to cut a piece of it and take it back to make a mirror," said Zhang Jingqing.

"It's really good for making mirrors," Zhang Zhiwei tapped the glass surface with his hand and said, "This thing is a bit like diamond. It has a very high scratch hardness and can even cut steel, so it's hard to cut it off with golden light, but it's very brittle. You only need to use a little vibration to easily get a large piece off."

As he spoke, he gathered strength in his hands and was about to slap a large piece of it down. Although he didn't dress up, it would be nice to put a mirror in the room as a decoration.

Just as he was about to strike with his palm, Zhang Jingqing stopped him with his hand and shouted:

"What are you doing? This is a divine skill, how can you destroy it at will?"

"..."

Zhang Zhiwei explained: "Didn't I give you a piece of glass to use as a mirror?"

"I just wanted to cut off a small part of the protrusion on the edge. Who told you to shake it so much?"

Zhang Jingqing pointed at the huge round glass surface and said, "Look, it's so bright and beautiful. How can you bear to destroy its entirety?"

"Are you really going to keep this as a miracle?" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Then what's fake?" Zhang Jingqing asked, "Or, can you make another one?"

"Forget it then. This thing consumes a lot of energy. I used it once before and now my temples are slightly swollen and painful. Using this method too much will damage the foundation. Even if I want to use it in the future, I won't make such a big fuss."

Zhang Jingqing nodded: "It's not good to do it deliberately. Let's leave it here intact. When we go back, send two young Taoist priests to guard it and don't let the people down the mountain destroy it."

"Send someone to guard it?" Zhang Zhiwei asked, "Master, how do you plan to deal with this thing?"

Zhang Jingqing said, "Let's build a Taoist temple here. Didn't you come up with the name of Tiantong Sect Master? This Taoist temple will worship you, Tiantong Sect Master!"

"Incorporate it into our Taoist system?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"Your Tiantong Church has already gained such a great reputation. There is no need to do all these things. Just build a temple." Zhang Jingqing said.

Afterwards, the master and disciple moved and disappeared from that place.

Soon after the two left, people started to come over, most of them were pilgrims from nearby, as well as some people working nearby.

Seeing such a large, smooth and transparent mirror, everyone was shocked. Without even any guidance from the Taoist priests of Mount Longhu, they all exclaimed that immortals or gods had descended here before, which was why such a miracle happened.

As for where the gods come from?

This place is opposite to Longhu Mountain, so it is naturally the place where the immortals and gods of Longhu Mountain are.

"That huge golden sun just now must be evidence of a god descending to earth, and this huge magical object in front of us must be a trace of immortals and a good omen!" someone said with a look of ecstasy.

"Yes, it must be Xiangrun. Look, this thing is as bright as a mirror and can reflect people's shadows. What do you think? If we take a look at it, will we be blessed or get a touch of the spirit of the gods?"

"Of course it can. Maybe it can bless us with safety and prosperity..."

The group of people became more and more excited as they talked, and some even walked up to the mirror and kowtowed.

With one person taking the lead, the others behind him also started to behave themselves. For a moment, they knelt down on the ground in front of the mirror in large numbers.

During this period, new people arrived one after another. They knew nothing, but when they saw so many people bowing in front of the mirror, they joined the bowing team.

A middle-aged Taoist priest came here with several young Taoist priests. They were sent by Zhang Jingqing to protect this place, but when they saw this scene, they were stunned.

"Brother, what...what's going on?" a young Taoist asked stutteringly.

"I don't know either?" The middle-aged Taoist priest was also confused.

At this time, the crowd who were worshipping the mirror discovered them and came over to ask what was going on. What was going on? Was it a deity that had descended, or was it a sign of good fortune from heaven?

At the same time, in the Great Shangqing Palace, Zhenren Hall, Zhang Zhiwei slowly opened his eyes after meditating for several hours.

"Have you recovered your mind?" asked Zhang Jingqing on the side.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded: "It has recovered almost completely!"

"Stay in meditation for a while longer? I'm not in a hurry!" Zhang Jingqing said.

"That's enough!" Zhang Zhiwei stood up and said.

Zhang Jingqing stretched out his hand: "Well, show it!"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and began to use the Purple Sky Divine Thunder. He held the Yang in one hand, and golden thunder appeared in his palm. He held the Yin in the other hand, and golden thunder magma appeared in his palm. He drew a circle with both hands, combining the two into one. The mighty lightning and the heavy and rolling thunder magma slowly combined.

Zhang Jingqing watched all this intently, not even daring to blink, for fear of missing any details.

The two forms of thunder were circling in Zhang Zhiwei's hands like a yin-yang fish.

Practice makes perfect. This time Zhang Zhiwei had experience and did not use all his strength to fuse it like last time. This time he was reserved so as not to consume too much energy or create a ball of lightning with power beyond his control.

As Zhang Zhiwei's pushing hands speed increased, the speed of the circles became faster and faster, and gradually merged into one, forming a strange lightning that looked like a ball but was not a ball, with golden flames boiling on the edges and liquid metal flowing inside.

"call……!"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the ball of light in his hand that was emitting a nebula-like glow and let out a long breath:

"Master, it's done!"

Zhang Jingqing looked at the lightning that looked like a golden fireball with a serious look. This thing was not silent. When it was flying, the sound it made was like a shrill horn.

If he had not seen Zhang Zhiwei rubbing it with his own eyes, he would not even think it was a flash of lightning. Moreover, he did not feel any terrible aura from it, but this was precisely the most terrifying thing.

How could something that took such great effort for his inhuman disciple to perform be simple?
You know, he had seen the horrific scene caused by the explosion of this thing.

The unknown is the scariest thing...

Zhang Jingqing looked at the ball lightning and an idea suddenly occurred to him: "You said before that you created ball lightning in nature. Do you mean that this thing can also be formed naturally?"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded: "Although I haven't seen it, I am sure it exists, but the probability of it appearing may be a little low. Master, have you seen it?"

Zhang Jingqing said: "I haven't seen it, but I have read some ancient books, which have some records of this thing!"

"Which ancient books?" Zhang Zhiwei asked curiously.

"In Zhang Juzheng's Complete Works of Zhang Wenzhonggong, there was a record that 'It was drizzling, and suddenly there was a ball of flowing fire, its color was green, followed by a small fire point, which slowly rose from the rain over my house and fell into the water tank in the kitchen. Its light was like the moon. The people in the kitchen looked at it in surprise, but it disappeared. It was so sad.'"

"Also, in Mengxi Bitan, Shen Kuo once described: 'The family of the eunuch Li Shunju was struck by a thunderstorm. In the west room of his hall, lightning and fire came out from the window and went out of the eaves. People thought the hall had been burned down, so they all ran out to avoid it. When the thunder stopped, the house was intact, but the walls and windows were all black.'"

"There are many similar records. The colors of ball lightning are also different. There are blue, silver, and green... This is the first time I've heard of gold, so I didn't react to it before."

Zhang Jingqing carefully looked at the ball of lightning in Zhang Zhiwei's hand and sighed:

"Master, I originally thought that the ball lightning recorded in these ancient books was just an illusory legend. I didn't expect to have the honor of seeing it with my own eyes, and it was actually created by my apprentice."

"Isn't this due to Master's teaching?" Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

"You don't have to flatter me!" Zhang Jingqing waved his hand. Then, he thought of the blue sun-like ball of light and asked seriously, "You can completely control it, right?"

He didn't want the Da Shangqing Palace to be razed to the ground, as it was the foundation of his ancestors.

"No problem!" Zhang Zhiwei nodded and said, "I can control it with ease!"

"Master, look!"

As he spoke, Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand and pushed forward. The ball of lightning that was originally floating in his palm flew out, passed through a wooden chair in front of him unhindered, drew an arc in the air, passed through a bookcase at an extremely fast speed, and finally returned to Zhang Zhiwei's hand.

Zhang Jingqing's eyes followed the ball lightning, wondering if it had no power, when he saw the chair suddenly turn gray and there was a strange smell in the air.

Zhang Jingqing's nostrils twitched. Although he couldn't tell what the smell was, he was sure that it was non-toxic. He walked to the chair and slowly stretched out his hand.

When his hand touched the grayish-white surface of the chair, it felt like penetrating an extremely thin and brittle shell, and he heard a slight crackling sound.

Then, the chair collapsed instantly like a miniature avalanche, and a pile of white ash appeared on the ground.

Zhang Jingqing bent down and grabbed a handful of ash, then touched the ground. He felt the same doubt as Zhang Zhiwei had before: Is it so accurate?

You know, the chair was intersecting with the ground. When the chair was burned at high temperature, it did not affect the ground at all.

This was simply incredible. How much control did one have to have to achieve this? Zhang Jingqing couldn't imagine it.

"Is this something you can control?" he asked Zhang Zhiwei.

"This is the characteristic of ball lightning!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

"What a strange characteristic!" Zhang Jingqing turned his head to look at his bookcase, and was slightly relieved when he saw that the bookcase did not turn gray like the chair.

There are no Taoist classics in this cabinet, only some Western books and some newspapers.

"Just now it passed through the chair and destroyed the chair, but why did it pass through the bookcase but not destroy the bookcase?" Zhang Jingqing asked.

"Master, do you want to open it and take a look?" Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

Zhang Jingqing frowned and saw smoke coming out of the bookshelf. He immediately had a bad feeling and walked over quickly. The moment he opened the bookshelf door, thick white smoke came out.

When the white smoke cleared, he saw that there were no signs of burning in the bookshelf, except that the thick stack of newspapers inside had turned to ashes. However, some foreign classics were still lying there intact.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingqing breathed a sigh of relief. He had read all the newspapers, so he didn't feel bad about losing them. As long as the other books were still there, it was fine.

"Can you control which objects it passes through and destroy them precisely?" Zhang Jingqing asked.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded: "Indeed, it is possible, and it is very easy to do!"

"It's unbelievable!" Zhang Jingqing paused and said, "Everything just now happened too fast. I didn't see it clearly. Let's do it again, and slow down a bit this time."

"Whatever the master says is what it is. I will fight wherever the master points." Zhang Zhiwei stood straight, looking like a good soldier who obeyed orders.

Zhang Jingqing pointed to another chair: "That one!"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and slowly pushed out the ball lightning. This time the speed of the ball lightning was very slow. Both Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Jingqing could see every detail clearly.

The ball lightning slowly approached the chair, and at the moment of contact, the ball lightning flashed quickly.

The wooden chair did not burst into fire or lightning, but simply became transparent at an extremely fast speed, and in the end only the outline of a chair could be seen.

When the ball lightning entered the chair, the transparent outline of the chair disappeared and the chair became empty.

And when the ball lightning slowly came out of the chair, the transparent outline of the chair reappeared.

After the ball lightning completely came out, the transparent chair quickly became solid, but it was grayish white. (End of this chapter)