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

Chapter 388: The Green Lantern in the Cave on Laojun Pavilion
Among the people sitting around the fire.

Except for the old foreigner who is at a slightly lower level, Partridge Whistle has already established a Taoist foundation, Taoist Xingya is half a step away from reaching the Golden Elixir realm, and as for Chen Yulou, he has entered the realm of the Cave Heaven.

Extremely sensitive to the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

and so.

Not to mention such a big commotion.

Even if you move around on your own, you cannot escape their detection.

"Three flowers gather at the top, and five qi rise towards the yuan."

"Can't be wrong."

"I just don't know who will break through first?"

Taoist Xingya stroked his beard and chuckled softly.

After all, it was their first meeting, and he really had no idea who had better talent, or who had stronger bones.

"It's most likely the Kunlun brothers."

The old foreigner murmured subconsciously.

In his opinion, although Yang Fang's physique was equally extraordinary, his understanding of the Seven Star Qigong was still not as good as Kunlun's.

This is also true judging from the progress made during this period.

Even if there had not been this cup of Queshe Ling Tea tonight to help him break through the bottleneck, it was only a matter of time before he could push the door open with Kunlun's ability.

In comparison, Yang Fang was much slower.

I can never sense where the Qi is.

The first step in Qi Refining is to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If you can't even sense Qi, how can you guide it, breathe it in, integrate it into the whole body, let it flow through the limbs and meridians, and finally return it to Dantian?
And spiritual objects, such as that cup of tea, or the red pill swallowed by Partridge Whistle.

It is equivalent to drawing a spirit gathering array in the Dantian.

Help people to sense Reiki.

Introduce it into the Qi Hai little by little.

"I also think that Brother Kunlun may have to take the lead."

Partridge Whistle nodded.

In fact, he had already refined a trace of spiritual consciousness, but in front of Taoist Xingya, he could not show off, so he could only infer based on his experience and understanding.

"What do you think, Brother Chen?"

While talking.

He looked back again.

Seeing that Chen Yulou remained calm and composed, sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, he even had the energy to study the patterns on the teacup under the light.

Partridge Whistle couldn't help but ask.

"Isn't the breakthrough expected?"

"Why are you so surprised?"

Chen Yulou put down the teacup, shook his head and smiled.

Kunlun has followed him for so many years, so he still has this confidence and courage.

It’s just a Qi Refining Level.

It's literally at your fingertips.

The same is true for Yang Fang.

He had taken a brief look at the Seven Stars Qi-Nourishing Technique before. Although it was not as good as the Xuan Dao Qi-Nourishing Foundation-Building Technique, it could also be considered a rare ancient method.

Moreover, because one enters the Dao through martial arts, one must first train the physical body, strengthen the physique, and toughen the muscles and bones, then draw the Qi into the body, gather the spiritual energy and nourish the mind.

Compared with the Xuan Dao Qigong foundation-building technique, it is more suitable for the two of them.

So a breakthrough is only a matter of time, there is no need to worry at all.

"Haha, Brother Chen is still very insightful."

"Given the talents of brothers Kunlun and Yang Fang, there is really no need to worry."

Partridge Whistle was stunned at first.

Then it dawned on me.

Perhaps it was because the journey was too difficult for the three brothers and sisters, and they wanted to save themselves and others, so they did this.

But Kunlun and Yang Fang have far superior innate conditions than their clan.

Ancient methods, Taoist scriptures, famous teachers, and aptitude...

Nothing is missing.

The spiritual energy is still gathering upstairs. Fortunately, this place is far away from Jianfu Palace, otherwise, such a big commotion would definitely cause a sensation. The common people outside the mountain don't know how to practice cultivation and would only think that it was an immortal appearing.

It will be noisy then.

On the contrary, it is not conducive to breakthrough.

The few of them did not rush up the stairs, but calmed down and sat around the fire again.

Wait quietly for the step of drawing in air to be completed.

but……

The gathering of spirits hasn't ended yet.

Another wave of inspiration surged up from the sea of ​​clouds outside the ancient cave, gathering from all directions to form another tide of spiritual energy.

Seeing this, Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner couldn't help but look at each other.

They all saw a hint of shock in each other's expressions.

At the same time, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Judging from the changes in inspiration.

Both of them have passed the Dragon Gate and entered the Qi Refining Stage, and all they have to do is wait quietly.

Compared to the calmness of the other three.

At this moment, Taoist Xingya felt as if his heart was surging like a huge tide.

You know, there are many disciples and followers in Jianfu Palace, but so far, only very few have been able to push the door and enter.

Even with the blessing of Lord Ning Feng, a blessed land, and a complete inheritance of ancient methods, it is still difficult to succeed, and no one can step forward to take on the responsibility.

Now, Kunlun and Yang Fang both had a chance to break through at the same time, just by drinking a cup of Queshe tea.

Let’s cross the dragon gate together.

Enter the realm of Tao.

One can imagine the shock and...loss he felt at this moment.

The essence of Jianfu Palace, after all, is not just about the incense, but the monks themselves. If the inheritance is broken, even if the incense is prosperous, it will ultimately be just an ancient temple in the mountains, not a Taoist blessed land.

He is old.

You never know when he will pass away.

If you can't see with your own eyes someone take on the role of the next generation's headmaster, how are you going to explain to all the ancestors when you go to the underworld?
Unconsciously, the old Taoist priest on the cliff gradually lost his mind.

People in the world only think of people living in the mountains, detached from the mundane world like gods, but how many people know that the mountains are also a cage and it is difficult to truly escape from it.

Unless you cultivate into a yang god and abandon your mortal body.

wow-

at last.

In the ancient cave above his head, two spiritual ideas suddenly poured down like a mountain torrent, turning into a whirlpool and disappearing in an instant.

What emerged instead were two seemingly weak but extremely pure Taoist auras.

The Taoist priest Xingya's eyes flashed, and he understood in his heart that Kunlun and Yang Fang had both crossed the small dragon gate and become fellow practitioners.

All in all, it was only about an hour.

Considering the breakthrough, the speed is already extremely amazing.

Shaking his head secretly, he suppressed all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and said, "Congratulations to Mr. Chen, you have two more disciples who will preach the Dao!"

Hear the words.

Chen Yulou couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

"The real person misunderstood."

"Kunlun and Yang Fang are both brothers of Chen, not his disciples."

There is only one letter difference between the two.

But brother and disciple have two completely different meanings.

Just hearing these words, even though Taoist Xingya had been sitting on the Qingcheng Mountain and watching the world's martial arts world for sixty years, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, what you mean is... that you are all independent cultivators?"

This thought together.

Even he couldn't believe it.

Ever since Zhang Daoling preached the Taoism of the Heavenly Master in Mount Qingcheng, Taoism has existed in the world. There are countless practitioners. Those who go up the mountain and join the sect are called orthodox practitioners, and those who have no sect or school are called casual practitioners.

But having no sect or school almost means having no ancient methods or inheritance. It is almost as difficult as climbing to heaven for these people to reach the top of the mountain.

Every one of Chen Yulou and his group is a leader in the martial arts world.

Pick one out.

In this Dharma-Ending Age, almost anyone can become the head of a sect.

But now, from what he said, it seems that he has no sect inheritance, which is what people in the world call a casual cultivator. How is this possible?

The Taoist priest Xingya is considered to be well-informed.

I have been in Qingcheng Mountain for many years and met countless fellow travelers.

Almost without exception, those who have reached his stage have all mastered the ancient methods and have entered the mountain gate.

"The real person guessed well."

"We...are really casual cultivators."

Chen Yulou sneered. He had no school or sect, no one to guide him. The skills that Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner practiced were also opportunities they got in the lacquer coffin in Pingshan. As for Kunlun and Yang Fang who broke through upstairs, it was even more so.

If not a casual cultivator, then what is he?
"This, this, this..."

Hear his affirmative reply.

For a moment, Taoist Xingya almost froze in place, his mind going blank.

Sixty years of monastic life is unheard of.

This is incredible.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, this is not a joke."

After hesitating for a moment, Taoist Xingya asked again.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yulou was a little amused and helpless. Although it was indeed hard to accept, it was the truth and it was not a lie at all.

Although he didn't speak.

But the expressions of the few people said it all.

The old Taoist priest Xingya sat on a small stool, his eyes blank, and for a moment he didn't know how to start.

Until the last moment.

In fact, he was still thinking, maybe it was because he had not been down the mountain for many years and his knowledge was too shallow. There were actually famous mountains and sects in Xiangyin. Otherwise... where did these people in front of him come from?

His realm, character, and talent are all one in a million.

But only now did he understand.

Individual cultivators can also carve out their own path.

Seeing his complicated expression, Chen Yulou didn't know what to say. The old Taoist had already been stabbed in the heart several times. If he added fuel to the fire, he would probably be possessed by a demon in his heart.

The two brothers, Partridge Whistle, also sensed the awkwardness in the atmosphere.

The two looked at each other, then silently picked up the teacups.

Even though the tea had cooled and the spiritual energy had gradually dissipated, he still kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, as if nothing had happened.

Fortunately.

This uncomfortable silence did not last long.

It was soon interrupted by the sound of footsteps.

Looking up, Kunlun and Yang Fang were walking down the stairs one after the other. Compared with an hour ago, there didn't seem to be much change.

But his eyes were bright and there was inspiration emanating from his body.

But all of them showed that they had already crossed the goal.

"good."

When the two men came down, Chen Yulou smiled and encouraged them, then turned to Taoist Xingya and gave them instructions.

"To have such an opportunity is all a great gift from the old master."

"Why don't you come and thank the senior?"

Hearing this, the two dared not delay any longer. They immediately clasped their fists and bowed deeply towards Xingya.

"Thank you, Masato!"

To be honest, with the Taoist tea and the great opportunity of the ancient cave, it would not be an exaggeration to kowtow to the old immortal.

No matter which one it is, in the secular world, countless people would try their best to get it.

"You're welcome."

"This is also an opportunity for the two Taoist friends. I am just following the flow."

"You can enter the realm of Taoism only because of your own practice."

Taoist Xingya has come back to his senses by now.

To him, the identity of a casual cultivator was indeed somewhat unbelievable, but not to the point of being unacceptable.

There are billions of people in the world.

There are tens of thousands of gifted people.
"No, Master, you are too serious."

Chen Yulou waved his hand.

Next.

The group chatted around the fire for a while.

About half an hour later.

Seeing that it was getting late and the night was deepening, Chen Yulou didn't want to continue disturbing them and offered to take his leave.

After all, the elderly go to bed early.

I feel really bad for bothering you for so long, and it would be even more unacceptable if I delayed your cultivation further.

"Oh, by the way, what kind of tea did Brother Chen mention before?"

"There's no rush for now."

After hearing this, Taoist Xingya, who had originally planned to ask his disciples to look for them in the storehouse, felt relieved and held Fuchen in his arms, insisting on sending the group out of the temple.

The few people who really couldn't refuse had no choice but to agree.

Cross the Cloud Bridge.

When we returned to the front hall, there were far fewer pilgrims than before.

The ancient temple is quiet and deep, with only wisps of smoke curling up and the occasional echo of bells.

After bidding farewell to the old path on the cliff, the group did not dare to delay and continued to climb the mountain along the cloud ladder.

"Master, it's late at night. I will take you back to rest first."

Outside Jianfu Palace, a middle-aged Taoist saw his master standing in the night, and the group of people he had watched had already disappeared into the night. He couldn't help but whispered.

"Not urgent."

Taoist Xingya sighed.

Looking at Mount Qingcheng under the night sky, the lights in the ancient town at the foot of the mountain were still bright. He had no idea how many times he had seen this scene, but now he felt an indescribable sense of strangeness.

"Yun Su, do you think that your master is getting old?"

"This……"

Hearing this, Yun Su's heart couldn't help but tremble. She raised her head suddenly and looked at the thin figure in front of her. Her thoughts were like a tangled mess.

"Master, you are a great master, how can you be old?"

"You kid, don't say these flattering words in front of me. I'm already seventy-two years old this year, and I don't even know whether I'm old or not?"

I could hear the panic in Yunsu's voice.

Taoist Xingya joked.

"Those few people just now were all monks from the mountain."

"One of the two leaders is at the same level as me, and the other one is so powerful that even I can't see through him."

"how come?!"

Hearing this, Yun Su's pupils widened.

Just now, he and his master personally sent some people out. Those people were no more than thirty years old at most. Even if they had practiced Taoism on the first day they were born, it would be difficult for them to reach this stage, right?

"Tell me something that is even more unimaginable to you."

"They are all casual cultivators."

Xingya shook his head and smiled, then turned and walked towards Jianfu Palace.

Only Yun Su, who was completely frozen, was left standing there, with a look of astonishment on her face.

"Go to the warehouse and see if there are any tea seeds from those ancient trees preserved. If not, tomorrow morning, take a few people to Shaping Mountain to dig up some seedlings and bring them back."

Until a while.

A faint sound came to Yun Su's ears.

His mind was startled, and then he reacted. He immediately turned around and bowed in the direction where Taoist Xingya left, "Disciple has made note of this!"

……

the other side.

More than half an hour later.

After climbing thousands of steps, Chen Yulou and his party finally reached the top of Qingcheng Mountain.

Under the cover of night, the cold wind howled on the mountain. Only a few ancient pines and cypresses swayed with the wind. Apart from that, there was an extremely tall bluestone, shaped like Laojun discussing Taoism.

On one side of the rock, an ancient building can be vaguely seen.

It’s a pity that after thousands of years of wind and rain and with no one to take care of it, the ancient building has collapsed, leaving only its outline.

A few people understood that this was the Laojun Pavilion at the highest point of Qingcheng Mountain.

but……

Beyond this.

On the other side of the mountain top opposite to Laojun Pavilion, a green lantern is floating in the clouds, and vaguely, a cave in the mountain can be seen.

"Tianshi Cave!"

When Chen Yulou saw the green lamp, he suddenly understood.

That is Tianshi Cave.

This is also the place where Zhang Daoling, who came from Heming Mountain to Qingcheng Mountain to preach, practiced.

Now it has fallen into decline, with only Feng Sibei, also known as Taoist Xuanzhen, left.

Now that the green lamp is flickering.

That means Feng Sibei did not go down the mountain, but was practicing in the cave.

"Looks like we got lucky."

"The Taoist Xuan Zhen never left the mountain to enter the secular world."

(End of this chapter)