Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Traveling between the sea of ​​clouds.

The cold wind blew through his body, making his long robe rustle.

There were dangerous cliffs and white fog below him, but there was no panic on Chen Yulou's face. Instead, he felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.

The world is big.

The wind blows briskly across a thousand miles.

When I was traveling around the world before, I didn’t dare to be too reckless, but now I don’t have to worry about anything.

Even though he knew that with such a big commotion on the Baxian Terrace, there must be many people spying and watching openly and secretly.

After all, there are hundreds of Taoists and thousands of hermits on Taibai Peak, and at least dozens of people who have come to practice cultivation.

Not to mention that Mount Zhongnan is a place where three religions are integrated, and there are many Confucian mountain masters and Buddhist arhats.

However, the mountain is a Taoist world after all, and these people are usually very low-key and secretive, except for the old monk in Lama Cave, who is suspected to be a great monk.

At least along the way, Chen Yulou and his friends had never met many of them.

but……

There is Master Zhaohu in front.

What else is he worried about?
Looking through the thick clouds, one can vaguely see the figure of an old Taoist priest in front of him, with a sword behind his back and a gourd hanging on his waist.

At this moment, Master Zhaohu's body was filled with spiritual energy like a waterfall, and he was like an immortal on land.

That is to say, the mountain is now closed.

There are no old farmers collecting herbs or hunting at the foot of the mountain.

Otherwise, if they saw this scene, they would probably kneel on the ground and exclaim in amazement.

Even Mingya, an old Taoist priest who had lived in the mountains for many years, was so shocked when he saw two people jumping off the cliff one after another that he almost couldn't stand and was speechless.

What about the people living in the mountains who are at the bottom of the market?
"Golden elixir..."

Chen Yulou's eyes flickered as he uttered two words softly.

In Taoist practice, there is a saying, "Only those who can form a golden elixir are of our generation." It means that the entire sea of ​​qi is condensed into a golden elixir.

All of his life and blood depend on the elixir.

At this point.

You will be able to achieve the connection between heaven and earth, and create a slight resonance with heaven and earth.

As light as a swan, he treads on water and soars into the sky, using the power of heaven and earth.

However, this process is extremely short, and it is far from being like Luofu soaring above the sky, which is like a higher level of light body kung fu.

Or they are like Chen Yulou, who practices the secret arts of Taoism. Among the 72 Earthly Fiends, except for the divine movement, there are also summoning clouds, walking on water, walking on earth, and leaping on rocks. They are all like this.

Guanzhao Hu Zhenren was able to borrow the magic of heaven and earth for a period of time, which showed that he had at least taken one step towards the golden elixir stage.

At the same time... he should have practiced some kind of secret technique.

The Chunyang Palace Sword Immortal Sect, as the true sect of immortals, has been passed down for thousands of years, so it is not surprising that it has this secret method.

However, this real person is really the one who would make a big splash if he remained silent.

Even his fellow travelers on the mountain were kept in the dark.

Before, at the Medicine King Temple at the foot of the mountain, when Taoist Gui Yuan mentioned him, he only said that he was at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

call--

Take a deep breath.

Chen Yulou put his thoughts aside and seemed to be strolling leisurely among the sea of ​​clouds, but in fact he was as fast as lightning. In just a moment, the figure who had taken a step ahead of him was within sight.

At this moment, even if Master Zhaohu was very casual in his heart, he looked at the peaks of Zhongnan Mountain flashing past him one by one. The cold wind made his Taoist robe flutter and his long hair flow, and his face could not hide his excitement.

Seclusion for many years.

Don't care about worldly affairs.

Immersed in sword practice.

He finally broke through the barrier of life and death, surpassed many Taoists on the mountain, and entered the realm of Golden Elixir.

People in the mountains say that he is cold and stubborn by nature, but who knows that he is only concerned with pursuing the great way, and how could such trivial worldly matters disturb his mood?
now……

Walk on the air.

It's not for showing off.

Instead, he wanted to let those guys who said he was doing whatever he wanted to see that he was confined to his own territory not because he felt he was noble, but because he was truly practicing the great way.

Even such actions consume a lot of spiritual energy.

But the depression in my chest was completely gone.

It's so fucking refreshing!
A familiar mountaintop appeared in the clouds ahead, and among the ancient pine and cypress trees, there was an ancient temple that looked a little dilapidated.

It was Chunyang Palace.

Zhaohu took a deep breath and calculated the time. It would only take a few minutes to get here if he jumped down from the Baxiantai. If he had to cross the mountains and ridges, it would take at least an hour.

The time was shortened by more than ten times.

By the time Fellow Daoist Chen arrives...after I finish meditating, I should be able to recover about 70% to 80%.

Just rough swordplay.

should be enough.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Hulu was about to suppress his thoughts and walked down the hill.

Anyway, we have reached the territory of Aoshan.

Climbing up the stairs does not waste time.

only……

Before he could take any action.

A gentle laugh suddenly came.

"Sorry for the long wait, Master."

Upon hearing this, the smile on Zhao Hulu’s face froze.

He swallowed, then turned around with difficulty, and saw Chen Yulou standing in the air not far away with his hands behind his back, clouds floating below him, his aura calm, like a god.

Rather than forcing yourself to take a breath, it is better to say that you are suspended in the air rather than stepping into empty space.

Chen Yulou looked so much more free and easy.

boom!
Facing that face with a gentle smile, Zhao Hulu felt a buzzing in his head, as if a thunder rose out of nowhere and exploded with a bang.

Golden elixir?

Do not!
This kind of crossing the air and becoming one with heaven and earth is definitely not something that can be achieved by the Jindan realm.

So, how far has he come?
Could it be the Incarnation or even... the Yang God?
Master Zhaohu stood there in a daze, his mind went blank, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

There was silence for a while.

Only then did he come back to his senses and looked at Chen Yulou with complicated eyes.

"where."

"It's me who is blind and doesn't know the real master. It seems... I should call you senior."

Although Chen Yulou is young, he takes the wise as his teacher.

It’s ridiculous that I can’t even see through the other person’s realm.

"You are too kind, Master. Chen's limited strength is really unworthy of it."

Chen Yulou waved his hands repeatedly.

"Besides, I am here today to pay my respects to you, Senior. If this is the case, how can I have the nerve to climb the mountain and enter the temple?"

He is a man of the world and acts casually.

If people were divided into different levels based solely on their cultivation level and strength, wouldn't cultivation be in vain?
Taoism is all about tranquility and inaction.

And on the mountain, whether it was the Taoist Guiyuan, the Taoist Zhaohu, or even the Taoist Mingya, they all perfectly met his imagination of those who practiced Taoism.

If you do as you say.

Instead, he fell behind.

What's the meaning of asking about the sword and asking about the way?
"...That's fine."

Feel the sincerity in his words.

Master Zhao Hulu nodded, "In that case, let's still address each other as fellow Taoist."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, there is no need to keep calling me a Taoist priest."

He was actually relieved.

To put it bluntly, in the eyes of many Taoists on the mountain, he is a heretic.

If he insisted on following the rules, he wouldn't be himself.

Now it seems that this fellow Daoist Chen should be one of his fellows.

"it is good."

Seeing that he insisted, Chen Yulou didn't say much and just nodded in agreement.

"Fellow Daoist, please, the Ao Mountain is ahead. It's a quiet temple, but please don't be disgusted."

He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

While talking.

The whole person took a step forward.

He landed on a towering ancient tree, then lightly tapped the treetop with his toes, and landed on the ground like a feather.

It can be seen that Master Zhaohu not only has profound attainments in Taoism, but also has made considerable achievements in worldly martial arts.

Just this skill of light body.

Not inferior to Yang Fang at all.

Chen Yulou followed closely behind, walking down.

Passing through several old trees, an ancient temple with three entrances and three exits appeared in sight. Compared with many temples on Taibai Peak, it was indeed much more desolate. Outside the temple, it was quiet and cold, and there were not many incense offerings.

There were only two Taoist boys, one big and one small, holding bamboo brooms in their hands, sweeping the snow outside the door with great effort.

"master……"

"The real person is back."

Hearing the noise outside the mountain, the two subconsciously turned around to look.

There was surprise on both of their faces.

And a little timid.

Chen Yulou understood at a glance that the Master Zhaohu in front of him was probably quite serious on weekdays.

Otherwise, the two of them wouldn't be in this situation.

It was in stark contrast to Qing Xu and the little Taoist boy in Yaowang Temple.

“No need to sweep.”

"This is a high-ranking cultivator from outside the mountain. You two go make a pot of hot tea."

He nodded and gave instructions softly.

"Yes, master."

The two did not dare to delay, so they responded and went in to do their work.

Master Zhao Hulu thought of something else, "Oh, by the way, there will be several Taoist friends and lay Buddhists coming later, remember to come out and greet them."

"I've got it in mind, Master."

The two men nodded, stood the broom upright and placed it in the corner, then quickly pushed the door open and left.

Seeing this, Master Zhao Hu turned around and said, "Daoyou Chen, please."

After watching the two figures disappear into the temple, Chen Yulou withdrew his gaze with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Your two disciples, at such a young age, have already developed sword bones. Chunyang Palace has successors."

"No, Brother Chen, please don't flatter them. Otherwise, when the two brats hear about it, they will be so proud of themselves that their tails will be lifted up to the sky."

He could tell the strengths and weaknesses of his two disciples at a glance.

Master Zhaohu didn't find it strange at all.

After all, the person next to him is most likely a high-level cultivator who has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Not to mention Mount Zhongnan, even in the entire Taoist world, I’m afraid there wouldn’t be many such people.

Such a great true man.

It is estimated that only Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain, the two ancestral temples of Taoism, can be found, and only those old guys who have lived for hundreds of years and have long since retired to seclusion from the world can find them.

Chen Yulou looks like he is only in his twenties or early thirties.

You can reach this level.

It is unprecedented and will never be surpassed.

but……

He said that the flattery was too heavy.

But the curve between the eyebrows could not be suppressed no matter what.

Just as Chen Yulou said, his two disciples were both extremely talented in talent, physique and comprehension, one in a hundred. What was most rare was that they were extremely compatible with the Sword Immortal Sect's heritage.

That's why he was able to develop sword bones at such a young age.

Even he, at their age, couldn't do this.

To be able to receive such praise from Chen Yulou.

How could he suppress his excitement?

"As the old saying goes, a glimpse of the whole picture reveals the whole picture. The two disciples are so outstanding, so you can imagine how the Sword Immortal Sect's inheritance is like."

Chen Yulou was born in the underworld.

How could I not see what he was thinking?

I just pretended not to see it.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, you..."

The smile on Zhao Hulu's face could hardly be suppressed.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. It's cold outside. Let's go inside and have a cup of hot tea first."

"There's no need for tea."

As he pushed the door open and entered the temple, Chen Yulou looked at the ancient Chunyang Temple with his heart full of anticipation.

"If you have time, why don't you take me around?"

"It would be best if I could pay my respects to Master Lu."

"Of course it's okay."

Master Zhaohu was stunned at first, but when he thought of the legacy of Lu Zu that he had mentioned before, it seemed reasonable.

He nodded and agreed immediately.

Chunyang Palace has a history of more than one thousand years and is said to have been built by Liu Haichan, a disciple of Lu Zu.

Back then, he lived in seclusion in the mountains to attain enlightenment.

Later he preached to Liu Haichan.

In order to pass on the Sword Immortal Sect, he built the Chunyang Palace in the mountains.

By the time of Master Zhaohulu, there have been twenty-seven generations.

It’s a pity that the Sword Immortal Sect is not as popular as the Wen Palace and the Medicine King Temple. Without talent and weak foundation, it would be extremely difficult to practice.

Therefore, there are very few disciples in each generation.

Moreover, he would often seclude himself for several years just to master swordsmanship.

There were originally several fellow disciples of the same generation as Master Zhaohu, but he was the only one who walked out of the realm of Taoism. The rest of them had either passed away or could not endure the hardship in the mountains and went down the mountain early.

Chen Yulou looked around.

The inside of the temple was just as he had described, cold and gloomy. Many places were still covered with snow, and icicles hung from the eaves.

Even the golden statue of Lu Zu enshrined in the main hall is very mottled.

"I'm sorry to laugh at you, fellow Taoist."

"The Taoists of all generations have not engaged in production and have been immersed in spiritual practice, which is why they have ended up like this."

Seeing Chen Yulou's silence, Master Zhaohu's old face turned red and he said helplessly.

Past years.

The imperial court and the county association would allocate a sum of money every year.

Although there are only a few people assigned to various palaces and pavilions, we can still get by.

However, in today's chaotic world, not only are there years of war, but there are also natural disasters and man-made calamities, to the point where people are even eating each other. How could anyone still remember these Taoists?

He was also famous for his strange temper in the mountains.

Even if there is funding, it is all in the hands of Zhang Zhenren of Doumu Palace.

Zhao Hulu was never willing to bow his head and could only live within his means.

This has led to the current situation.

Life in the palaces became increasingly miserable.

"To be honest, fellow Taoist, I have a decent background and have inherited the legacy of Master Lu. I have always wanted to do something. When I come back, I am willing to offer some incense to you."

Seeing him explaining awkwardly.

Chen Yulou couldn't help but feel a little bitter.

This practice also requires food, wealth, friends, Dharma and place. Not all four are required, but wealth and Dharma are required.

Otherwise, no matter how good your talent is, it will be difficult to sustain.

"no, I'm fine……"

“Practicing in the mountains doesn’t require much.”

He shook his head and refused.

But Chen Yulou had already made up his mind that even if he renovated the entire Chunyang Palace from inside to outside, it would not cost much money.

To him, it's just a drop in the bucket.

"I wonder where you usually practice swordplay, Master?"

Chen Yulou changed the subject and stopped dwelling on the matter. Although Zhaohu seemed casual in character, he was actually very proud and easily broken.

"Back Mountain."

"There is a large snowy plain, which is said to be the place where Lü Zu practiced swordplay. Over the past thousand years, it has been passed down from generation to generation, and all the disciples in the temple practice swordplay there."

really.

Upon hearing this, Master Zhaohu's attention was immediately drawn over. He pointed to the back mountain and responded seriously.

While talking.

He even made a gesture of invitation and took Chen Yulou around the main hall, stepping on the snow on the road. Soon, they arrived at a large mountain platform.

Surrounded by ancient pines, bamboos, strange rocks, and gurgling streams flowing through the bamboo forest.

The mountains are covered with snow.

The scenery is quiet and peaceful, which makes people feel uneasy.

The more Chen Yulou looked, the more surprised he was. Walking on the snowy plain, his eyes flickered. He couldn't help but turn around and look at Master Zhaohu who was not far away, and made a gesture of learning from him.

“The snow scenery in the mountains is great.”

"Please enlighten me, Master!" (End of this chapter)