Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 414: You still say you haven’t ascended?
"Ordinary people, it doesn't matter..."

"You have settled down and started a stable family." Wang Zizhong's face changed, and he found a little comfort in his sadness.

Lu Ci gradually became worried. There were some things he would not have told if he had not been forced by the situation.

In the Lu family, in the inheritance of the special arts of Lu Ci's lineage, among the four children, the eldest practiced both "Ruyi Jin" and "Ming Hun Shu", the second was only proficient in Ruyi Jin, the third practiced "Ming Hun Shu", and the fourth was just an ordinary person who could not refine Qi.

By the next generation, the inheritance of the "Soul-Clearing Art" was almost interrupted.

Among Lu Liang's peers, there was a huge explosion of "Soul Enlightenment Technique".

It seems to be consistent with genetic inheritance from the previous generation.

Lu Ci has no research on bloodlines and genes, but it can be inferred that if Duanmu Ying had a backup plan, the awakening of the "Double Hands" might also occur in the next generation.

This was the mistake made by the old head of the Lu family at that time.

“Whether it is passed down or not, I hope that children can inherit Yingzi’s character and use this strange skill in the right way.” After Wang Zizhong finished speaking, his soul fell into Feng Xingtong’s body.

Only the old man's words remained in the air.

"Lü Ci, since you have a deal, I, as a mere spirit, cannot say anything. I only hope that you can guide the Lu family back on the right track and not disgrace the name of 'Shuangquan Hands'. You must make it a holy hand that can save the dying and heal the wounded."

Swish!
Feng Xingtong clenched his palms, feeling filled with emotion.

I always feel that this result is not satisfactory.

The "Eight Wonderful Skills" that Master Duanmu's wife comprehended is the "Double Perfect Hand". How can there be a way to achieve both in this world, without disappointing Tathagata and you?
That's it.

Feng Zhenghao sighed. If the old man wanted to find his relatives again in the future, he would use the power of the Tianxia Association and make plans.

After talking about the past, Lu Ci slowly stood up and did not rush to the restaurant to attend the party. Instead, he sent someone to buy a return ticket.

"Let's go, Xingtong, spend more time with the younger generation." Feng Zhenghao said softly, stood up and led Feng Xingtong away.

"Nadoutong" booked the entire Shunan Restaurant in the West District.

According to Zhao Fangxu, today is definitely a day worth recording in history.

At the banquet, people were seated at several tables according to their age and seniority.

Lu Jin held the wine glass and looked at Li Muxuan who was eating heartily opposite him with a displeased look.

"'Quan Xing' evil boy, why don't you sit at the children's table? It's really distressing to watch."

Li Muxuan chewed his food with big mouthfuls and replied indistinctly, "Hehe... Brother Lu, you are still feeling awkward here. The Sect Leader has been found. We can put an end to this then."

"Aren't you afraid that I will beat him to death?"

Li Muxuan shook his head. "With your character and methods, I'm really not afraid."

"Humph!"

Lu Jin exhaled a few times through his nose in annoyance.

Lu Lin, who was sitting at the next table, felt mixed emotions and was extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at Feng Baobao who was drinking heavily, he pinched his forehead helplessly.

"Why is the baby that person's daughter?"

"this···"

Whenever Lu Lin thought about the matter between her grandfather and Wu Gensheng, she always felt a splitting headache.

Lu Linglong nudged her cousin with her elbow a few times: "Brother, don't be afraid, just in case there is a chance of a turnaround!"

"Turning point?" Lu Lin shook her head slightly.

I'm afraid it's difficult.

According to Grandpa's current condition, if we really have to wait for him to let go of all his grudges against Sanyi, I'm afraid he will have to beat Wu Gensheng to death.

By then, to the baby, his grandfather would be the murderer of his father.

"Ugh--"

Zhang Chulan noticed the weird atmosphere and toasted with a few glasses of wine.

He walked around with the cup in hand and sat down at the temporary worker's table.

Directly opposite him, Xiao Zizai was holding a fried bun and dipping it into the cream sauce in a small bowl.

To be honest, after the "combination of art and Taoism", among the current situations of the temporary workers, the one that Zhang Chulan cares most about is Brother Xiao.

It is certainly unreasonable for Hunqiu'er, who is loved by everyone, not to have his methods suppressed. However, Xiao Zizai, who is in a state between "becoming a Buddha in one thought and becoming a devil in another", is in a very interesting state.

"Xiao...Brother Xiao, I'll toast you."

Zhang Chulan went up with the cup.

"Brother Xiao, are you feeling okay lately?"

Xiao Zizai raised his glasses, and a scarlet light flashed in his eyes.

"it is good."

"It's just wonderful, it's never been better than it is now."

"Chu Lan, do you know what I was thinking when I went out to look for food and those people were powerless to resist? Buddha said, he can be killed. This guy is tired of living!"

The murderous aura that he unconsciously released made Zhang Chulan's body tremble.

I didn’t expect Brother Xiao to increase the recognition of “opening a meal” in this way.

"Brother Xiao, what if in the future... I mean, if you encounter a situation where your methods are suppressed, after all, it would be difficult for heaven to recognize you for proving your truth by killing, right?"

Xiao Ziyi smiled and didn't care.

"Being killed is the end of the road."

Wang Zhenqiu leaned lazily on the chair and said nonchalantly, "Alian, it's a good day, so don't talk about killing or not. Let's drink some wine."

"Asshole, you should be the one most affected by this, right?"

"That's okay. After all, I can be a little more obedient." Wang Zhenqiu put the index fingers of both hands on the dimples on his cheeks and smiled coquettishly.

What a jerk!
Zhang Chulan shrank back.

Er Zhuang, who was standing aside, was bored and kept poking the peanuts in the bowl with chopsticks.

"Why isn't Huan'er here? He should be the star of this party."

"What do you think about us going to Qunling Mountain?"

After Er Zhuang finished speaking, Lao Meng and Clarinet all nodded.

The recent transition period in the circle has been entrusted to various major sects, and temporary workers are temporarily out of business. Several people have rushed to the "Nadutong" headquarters from all over the country, and it doesn't matter if they go south to Jiangxi.

"If you want to go to Qunling Mountain, please be sure to take me with you." Feng Xingtong, who arrived late, casually said.

"Count me in too..." Wang Ye said, holding a cup of tea.

But before leaving, he still had one thing to do.

Wang Ye held the tea bowl and walked respectfully in front of Wudang leader Zhou Meng.

"Master, now that the matter of Fenghou Qimen has been resolved, I will just go back to Wudang Mountain."

Zhou Meng, who was sitting cross-legged on the chair, glanced at Wang Ye and replied, "Since you have been expelled from the sect, you should go through the ceremony of worshipping a new master. Little Wang Ye, who do you think you are worshipping as your master?"

"Of course it's Taoist Master Yunlong." Wang Ye handed over the tea and said with a bow.

"Haha, great then. I'll notify him right away." Zhou Meng swiped his cell phone and called Yunlong who stayed in Wudang Mountain.

Even though he was a troublesome disciple, the joyful voice coming from the phone was enough to tell that Taoist Yunlong was delighted.

Wang Ye smiled relievedly, thinking that this finally put his mind at ease.

It's a pity that my dad will probably have a headache again! ······
After the banquet, Zhang Chulan suffered a hangover and rested the next day. It was not until the third day after the Ten Lords Meeting that he had the opportunity to rush to Jiangxi.

At the foot of Qunling Mountain, all the poisonous plants had withered and dispersed, leaving no room for the path leading into the mountain.

The air is fresh and refreshing, and the valley is filled with a relaxing atmosphere.

Although the Qunling Mountain is not high, it is shrouded in clouds and mist. From afar, the clouds seem to be floating and disperse at any time.

The mountains are right in front of us, yet they seem far away in the horizon, covered by the sea of ​​clouds and extremely deep.

Before Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao and the others entered the mountain, they saw a group of farmers resting in the fields from afar.

The sunlight shone on his tanned face. He held the hoe across his knees and cast curious glances at the mountains from time to time.

"Are you going into the mountains?" the man asked, his voice hoarse but full of curiosity.

This is a suburban area, and apart from the farmers who still have land, there are almost no visitors, especially young people.

"A few of us were looking for a place to camp, and we happened to see this beautiful place." Zhang Chulan made up an excuse and took over the conversation.

"Hey, that's great. This place is a blessed land! I'll plant some fruits and vegetables. The land near here is pest-free and grows lushly. The vegetables are greener than each other, and the fruits are juicier than each other..." He marveled, his words full of pride for this land.

Come to think of it, I really don't want anyone to find this place.

Zhang Chulan paused for a moment, glanced around, and understood.

This man was not an extraordinary person. He judged the quality of the soil based on his planting experience and was completely unaware of the magic of the Qunling Mountain.

After walking a few steps forward, Zhang Chulan and others were about to say goodbye.

The man added, "If you're camping, you have to be careful. There's no signal near the mountain, and even transportation can't get in."

"People in my village have wanted to take photos of the mountain scenery several times before. Hey! Guess what happened?"

“As soon as the filming equipment got close to the mountain, it was like it was malfunctioning!”

"Huh?" Zhang Chulan exclaimed in surprise. He hadn't been here for a few months, and Qunling Mountain had developed to this extent.

In this way, Er Zhuang's method of combining Yang Shen and electromagnetic waves is useless in the mountains.

The crowd said goodbye to the farmers and walked into the mountains.

What caught my eye were the majestic and luxuriant towering trees. A small bungalow was not far away. There was a fence in the yard with rows of rapeseed planted. From time to time, there were "grunting" sounds from the pigpen next to it.

Zhang Chulan took out his mobile phone and pressed the power button to wake up the screen.

After trying several times, the phone still didn't respond.

There is plenty of electricity, but it cannot be used. The Qunling Mountain blocks all technologies related to modern civilization.

"Amazing..." Zhang Chulan murmured.

After walking a few steps, Wang Ye and Feng Baobao stopped and felt the mountain breeze blowing across their faces.

Refreshing, comfortable and relaxing.

Not only that, when you are in the mountains, your connection with all things in this world seems to be pulled closer, so subtle that you can feel the emotions of living creatures and the breathing of branches and leaves.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong..." Wang Ye muttered in a low voice and looked around. He saw only vigorous green pines and mist like gauze.

Zhang Chulan turned around and said, "Master Wang, what's wrong with what you said?"

"Body, and senses..."

After hearing this, Zhang Chulan gradually felt it as well.

The day before yesterday I had damaged my stomach by drinking, but after walking in the mountains for just a few minutes, all the stomach aches and burning sensations were gone.

"Stomach?" Wang nodded thoughtfully and stroked his stomach. It seemed that there was indeed a force that promoted the circulation of Qi in the stomach meridian.

"I seem to understand."

It is now a little after eight in the morning. According to the twelve-hour system, it is the Chen hour, which is the time when the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming is in season.

The changes in the Qunling Mountains coincide with the changes in the time of day for nourishing the body and are in line with the natural laws of the operation of heaven and earth.

Simply put, this mountain helps people maintain health.

"So that's how it is. Where did Brother Huan go? Why hasn't he shown up yet?" Zhang Chulan was the first to step onto the steps in front of the cabin and knocked on the door.

There was no echo in the house for a long time. I peeked inside through the crack in the door and found that there was indeed no one there.

"Not here?"

"Is it at the top of the mountain?" Zhang Chulan pointed to the mountain trail.

They climbed the mountain again and passed by a pavilion halfway up the mountain. They saw the graves of Yan Huan's parents. This time the tombstones were incorporated into an ancestral hall, and there were two tablets on the altar.

The few people were only a few steps away, but they found to their disbelief that they could no longer get closer to the ancestral hall.

Feng Baobao put his hands together and saluted the spirit tablet in the hall. The people behind him did the same. Then they walked around the ancestral hall and went straight to the top of the mountain.

"Huan'er, your feelings have faded, so are you hiding from your sister?" Er Zhuang sat on a smooth boulder and looked around, but still could not see Yan Huan.

It was Wang Ye, a sorcerer, who noticed something subtle in the mountain.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the clouds rise and fall, and suddenly he felt his heart rising with the sky. The sounds of all things rang softly in his ears, like wind, water, and the ringing of ancient bells.

Every breath you take follows the laws of nature and absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. In an instant, the energy in your body flows like a rushing river, your state of mind becomes one with the mountains and rivers, and your spirituality gradually emerges.

The mountain breeze was blowing gently around, the shadows of leaves were dancing, and all things were resonating with it at this moment. Wang also felt a divine light emerging in his mind. In a moment of enlightenment, it was as if his body had transformed into every existence in this vast sky.

It can’t be wrong!
"This place has become a place of energy, a place of great energy!" Wang Ye opened his eyes and said, "All the winds and grass movements are guiding us to communicate with this world."

"Qi Ju!?" Zhang Chulan's breathing suddenly became rapid and disordered.

The scene before them was beyond everyone's expectations. The horror in their eyes and the shock in their hearts made them unable to react for a moment, as if they had lost the ability to speak.

The place where one attains immortality is most likely to leave behind a place of aura.

So, Yan Huan is successful?

As everyone was astonished, a light breeze suddenly blew across the sky, followed by a wisp of misty clouds.

A figure appeared in the clouds, her graceful figure was like a wisp of smoke, floating lightly from the sky.

The ghost was elegant and refined, with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, and a faint smile on his face.

Under him was a mighty and majestic tiger.

The mountain ghost slowly jumped down from the tiger's back and stepped barefoot on the clear stone surface of the mountain top.

She turned her head slightly, glanced at everyone, and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you my friends?"

"Yes, may I ask where Brother Huan went?" Zhang Chulan asked.

"The young master traveled around the world and built shrines."

"A shrine?"

"Yes~ Young Master said that now that human affairs are over, the group of little creatures on my back need to be properly placed. I will take them for a walk. If the opportunity arises, I will find a shrine to bless the world and enjoy incense offerings."

Wang Ye bowed and smiled: "Oh, I thought Old Yan left without saying goodbye and ascended to heaven, but it turns out that Old Yan is still Old Yan!"

The mountain ghost shook his head and replied, "No, sir, there are still many things to do."

Er Zhuang pouted and shook his phone: "Then why couldn't we get in touch before we came? If you reply in advance, we won't make a wasted trip."

The mountain ghost nodded and saluted, saying with a little guilt: "The information is too complicated nowadays, and the young master has abandoned all of this, but he said that if you miss him, you can contact him in other ways."

"How to do it?"

"Talismans, incense, faith, prayers, etc. are all fine."

Zhang Chulan frowned, feeling something was wrong: "These are all methods of summoning immortals and gods, and you still say he didn't ascend?"

(End of this chapter)