Bone Taoist

Chapter 860 Contact
The sparkling lake is rolling with waves like broken diamonds, and the silver waterfall at the end is hanging, making a rushing sound.

Along the shore, many pavilions and attics were built. This was naturally the place with the richest spiritual energy in the entire Yancheng.

The group of disciples from Shendu Mountain were living behind the pearl curtain. Even their attire was different from that of the other cultivators. Their black and white ancient Taoist robes were very loose. They had solemn expressions and did not smile. They only chatted with each other from time to time while drinking.

Ye Zang glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, thinking about something.

This group of disciples from Shendu Mountain are indeed here. By connecting with the aristocratic families in Yancheng, perhaps I can have more contact with them.

In fact, people from other continents only know about the eight immortal sects and six demon sects. Shendu Mountain is unknown in the outside world. Even the locals of Dongsheng Shenzhou know very little about this aristocratic Taoist lineage.

Over the years, the story has become more and more bizarre, even more mysterious than the Guanghan Holy Land.

The listening party was packed with people. It was only the first day, and there were nearly a thousand people there. They were either independent cultivators at the Golden Core or Nascent Soul stage, or young geniuses from the surrounding aristocratic families and sects, all chatting everywhere.

"Sister Duanmu, why don't you see City Lord Dongfang?" Jiang Luo blinked and looked around.

Duanmu Yin paused, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, little sister. His Highness left the city a few days ago and will probably be back soon."

"Oh, so that's it..." A hint of disappointment flashed across Jiang Luo's eyes.

Dongfang Shuo is a legendary figure, a Taoist who can be compared with the contemporary Tan Tai Jing, Ji Beilin, Ye Zang and other proud sons of the ten continents. Not to mention his distinguished family background, his ancestors are the dragon veins of the ancient Yan State. He also looks very handsome and there are many female cultivators in Yan City who are attracted to him and want to marry into the Dongfang family.

"Little sister, the city lord is very busy, please don't bother him." Jiang Li said hurriedly.

"Fellow Daoist Duanmu, in the current situation... does the Lord of Dongfang have any way to deal with it?" Tuoba Long asked bluntly. What he was referring to was, of course, the great war between immortals and demons that was about to break out, and the turbulent world where the spiritual land was gradually disappearing.

"In these turbulent times, our Yancheng must have a foothold." Duanmu Yin said something meaningful and glanced at Tuoba Long.

She led Ye Zang and the others to a palace by the lake and said, "You can rest here for a while. The wine party will last until the end of the month. During this time, you can discuss Taoism with fellow Taoists from all over the world. When His Highness returns, I will definitely come to bother you."

As she spoke, Duanmu Yin bowed with a smile on her face.

After she left, Ye Zang and the others looked at each other.

"It seems that they will not reveal too much before the Lord of Dongfang City comes back." Jiang Li waved his folding fan.

"What do you think Yancheng's attitude is? Are they really going to abandon the immortal and demon paths and start anew?" Tuoba Long pondered.

"Did you see it just now? The disciples of Shendu Mountain are not far away. With this support, the people of Yancheng naturally became bolder." Jiang Li glanced to the side and said with narrowed eyes.

"Shendu Mountain..." Tuoba Long bit his lip, not knowing what he was thinking.

Inside the pavilion, which was open on all sides, a few people were sitting on mats, eating, drinking and chatting, looking extremely bored.

From time to time, other monks came in from outside the house and chatted with Ye Zang and the others.

Although Ye Zang and others are independent cultivators, their cultivation is not weak. Except for Jiang Luo who is at the second level of Nascent Soul, Ye Zang and the other two are at the third level of Nascent Soul. Ye Zang has even suppressed his cultivation to the perfect realm, forcing other cultivators to pay attention to him.

Two hours passed and it was noon.

Ye Zang put down the wine glass in his hand and slowly stood up.

"Brother Xu, where are you going?" Jiang Li asked casually.

"I'm going to visit the disciples of Shendu Mountain." Ye Zang said with a smile.

Hearing this, the other three were startled and stood up. "In the past half day, except for the people from Yancheng, other cultivators have been turned away. Why should Brother Xu bother to meet such a cold butt?" Jiang Luo spread his hands and said.

Just now, there were cultivators who wanted to visit the group of disciples from Shendu Mountain, but they were not even allowed to enter the courtyard.

"There's no harm in giving it a try. I was born in southern Xinjiang and have some unique skills. Maybe they will be interested." Ye Zang smiled and concentrated.

"It is possible. I have heard before that Shendushan often makes friends with strange masters in various places." Tuoba Long touched his chin.

As they talked, they flew out of the attic and landed on the ground, striding towards a tall pavilion.

The palace was a waterside pavilion, built on the lake, three stories high, with carvings of dragons and paintings of phoenixes.

Pearl curtains were rolled up on all sides, rich spiritual energy was steaming under the lake, and a thin mist filled the surroundings.

Ye Zang and his four companions tiptoed lightly, skimming the lake waves and flew away. The monks and Taoists along the shore saw this and just glanced at them and paid no attention. The group of disciples from the aristocratic families of Shendu Mountain were very arrogant. Ye Zang and his companions seemed unknown and were not from Yancheng. How could Shendu Mountain meet them?

However, other cultivators did not dare to comment on it, because discussing those disciples might bring about some kind of trouble.

Whoosh!
As soon as the four of them landed in front of the attic, they were stopped by several guards from Yancheng.

"Xu Sheng from Southern Xinjiang is quite proficient in strange arts. I would like to ask fellow Taoists from Shendu Mountain for some advice." Ye Zang said with a bow, neither humble nor arrogant.

Hearing this, the two guards were slightly startled, before they could say anything.

From behind the beaded curtain came the leisurely and cold voice of a young man.

"What kind of Dharma Eye have you cultivated, and what level of Taoism have you reached?"

"The family's traditional method of calcining with authentic fire has reached the ultimate stage." Ye Zang said calmly.

Behind the bead curtain, the disciples of Shendu Mountain fell silent for a few breaths, with expressions of surprise on their faces.

For most Qimen masters, the Tongtian Dharma Eye is the highest power. As for the Heavenly Dharma Eye, which is even higher, they dare not even think about it. Not to mention that one needs to be in harmony with the Tao to practice it, there are only a few ways in the world to pass down the method of cultivating the Heavenly Dharma Eye.

"Friend Xu, please come into the pavilion and have a chat." A young man's voice softened significantly, not as cold as before.

"Don't let it show!"

Ye Zang sensed that the consciousness of the Taoist Wuxiang was not calm inside his purple mansion, and hurriedly told him that because most of the disciples of Shendu Mountain had cultivated the Dharma Eye, their consciousness was naturally sharper than that of ordinary Taoists.

They are most likely the murderers of Wuxiang Zhenren. It is already very good that Wuxiang Taoist can remain calm in the face of his enemies, because with the power of his current magic weapon, killing these Nascent Soul disciples is as easy as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

Jiang Li and others wanted to follow in, but were stopped. They could only smile awkwardly and wait outside helplessly.

Push aside the bead curtain and go up to the third-floor attic.

As soon as Ye Zang pushed the door open, he noticed that there were seven powerful spiritual senses scanning back and forth over his Taoist body, as if they wanted to see through it.

"They all have the power of the All-Seeing Eye." Ye Zang was slightly shocked.

In the attic with transparent walls on all sides, the disciples of Shendu Mountain sat on the ground, wearing black and white wide robes, and looked at Ye Zang with sharp eyes.

(End of this chapter)