From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 474 The First Cross-Border Person

According to the information provided by Zheng Zhaoyuan, some people have landed on the island in the past ten years and were lucky enough to do so. So why can't I land on it myself?

No, it’s not that I can’t get on the island, it’s that there is some mysterious existence preventing me from getting on the island!

"Okay, since I can't get on the island, don't let anyone else get on it!"

Li Yang snorted coldly, and flew his sword towards the location where the island's energy appeared.
After trying several times in a row with still no success, Li Yang simply pushed the island directly into the depths of the South Pacific.

"Humph!"

Seeing the shadow of the island disappearing into the depths of the Pacific Ocean, knowing that continuing would be a waste of time, Li Yang snorted coldly and did not stop, flying back to China on his sword.

He also didn't know how long it took him to fly around the world on his sword. It was already night when he arrived at the waters of China. As Li Yang's sword flashed across, the 36,000 hectares of blue waves on the sea turned into fine silver scales, which spread out into ring-shaped ripples as the sword energy spread.

He caught a glimpse of an official on the Zhoushan Islands who seemed to be gesturing to him, but Li Yang's mind was in a mess, so he ignored him and flew back to the inland on his sword.

Looking down at this time, the dusk is like the residual ink in the inkstone, spreading down from the sky, and the mountains fade away from the green, turning into dark blue silhouettes of varying shades.
Just as he was thinking about the strangeness of the gate, the storage ring on his finger suddenly made a buzzing sound and began to tremble.

The sword light stopped and the storage ring was opened. Before Li Yang could take a closer look, a pair of purple-red swords suddenly flew out of the ring, clanging, as if they were about to break free from control and rush down into the clouds.

Li Yang was quick-witted and used a magic trick to pull the two rays of light that had already left the clouds back into his hands.
It was not something else but the Sanwu Male and Female Evil-Slaying Sword given to him by Zhang Miaofa himself!

The hilts of both magic swords were made of five linked sections, with runes of the sun, moon and stars and secret Taoist symbols on the sword bodies. The male sword weighed about eighty-one taels, while the female sword was slightly lighter. At this moment, they trembled violently in the hands, like two dragons that were about to fly away as soon as they left the hands, and the hilts were frighteningly hot.

"Humph! No matter how powerful you are, you only have two magical weapons. Do you think you can turn the world upside down?"

With the majestic spiritual power, he forcibly suppressed the restlessness of the two swords, and parted the clouds to overlook the mountains below. The layered ridges outlined the vigorous contours of dragons and tigers in the twilight. The dark green mountains were soaked in mist, blending with the skyline into a hazy gray-blue.

"Longhu Mountain?"

After a quick look, Li Yang recognized the place. The Luotian Grand Ceremony was held at the Sihan Tianshi Mansion on the mountain. It was also here that the arrival of the spiritual era was officially announced to the world.

Compared with ten years ago, Longhu Mountain seems to have not changed much. Instead, the spiritual energy on the mountain is even stronger. The layers of palaces and temples hidden in the mountain mist look extremely majestic.

But this normality seems very abnormal during this period of time.

Holding down the three or five male and female demon-slaying swords that were moving again, Li Yang hid in the clouds and looked at the mountain below: "According to what Yang Jiaqi said, there was also an outbreak of demons in Longhu Mountain. How could it be so peaceful and calm, with such a clear and positive aura..."

Suddenly sensing a force of energy, Li Yang frowned, pressed down the sword light and went down to the Wanfa Sect Altar of Longhu Mountain.

This was Li Yang's second visit to the Wanfa Sect. The last time was when there was a dispute over the authentic inland Dharma lineage on the Longhu Mountain Treasure Island, and he was invited to come and pay his respects.

The so-called ancestral altar, apart from the outer hall, is a spacious open-air stone platform.

The Wanfa Sect Altar was extremely empty, with only a three-legged stove with the words "Successor of Heavenly Master" engraved on it emitting gurgling green smoke, as well as a simple old Taoist priest in a dark blue gown and a young child.

In the silence of the night, after seeing the face of the old Taoist clearly, Li Yang's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt his whole body trembling slightly. The Qi in his body was running at a high speed, and the Moon Essence Wheel was ready to go. He pinched his fingers and was ready to summon Ju Mang's Dharma body at any time.

The old Taoist priest was sweeping the open stone slabs with his head down. He was wearing a blue jacket with narrow sleeves made of the most common cotton and linen. He had a square face.

There was nothing special about him except that his eyebrows were extremely dark, his eyes were green, and his forehead was slightly raised.

The child was no more than seven or eight years old and seemed to be playing. When he saw Li Yang coming down from the sky, he hid behind the old Taoist priest in fear, holding the Taoist priest's blue robe and timidly poking his head out from time to time.

"rustle!"

"Rustle!" The sound of the broom sweeping across the stone slabs echoed above the altar. Li Yang stared at the old Taoist sweeping the floor with a serious expression, without saying a word.

At this moment, a thick dark cloud happened to pass by, blocking the clear moonlight. After a long period of silence, the old Taoist finally stopped sweeping the broom in his hand and looked up at Li Yang opposite him.

"My friend from the future, you are finally here..."

The old Taoist spoke very slowly, as if he was not familiar with the modern pronunciation, and his tone was very gentle.

With just this one sentence, Li Yang's pupils contracted instantly, a huge wave rose in his mind, and his Adam's apple rolled. Even though he had already achieved the status of a human immortal, he still felt his body trembling slightly.

It was not until the mountain breeze blew and the coolness penetrated through the skin and into the capillaries that Li Yang suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

"Okay, Xiaojie, go play in the temple. Grandpa has something to discuss with this monk Li."

The old Taoist touched the little boy's head lovingly. The little boy nodded, glanced at Li Yang opposite him, blinked his big eyes, nodded, and ran to the hall at the back.

So at this time, there were only Li Yang and the old Taoist priest on the sect altar.

After the little boy left, the old Taoist put down his broom, and a majestic aura rose from him. His whole body stood straight, as vast as a mountain, making people dare not look directly at him, as if this was his original appearance.

The old Taoist looked at the expression on Li Yang's face, smiled and said lightly,
"This child's name is Lu Xinjie. You may not know him, but you are old acquaintances of his parents."

Li Yang immediately recalled the rough man he met in the Huanghuai disaster area ten years ago, and said:

"Is he the son of Lu Junfu and Deng Xinping? Judging from the time, it's about the same..."

The old Taoist nodded and said, "Well, Lu Junfu has good talent and a good age. He is one of the few people I like among the descendants. Unfortunately, he has no intention of practicing, so I can't force him."

"He possesses the true Yangping Zhidu seal but doesn't know it. He has nurtured Xinjie's roots to my liking, so I have agreed with him to bring him with me for cultivation."

When he read this, the old Taoist suddenly looked sad. Seeing the cold shadows of the cypress trees, he looked up at the stars in the sky with a melancholy look, as if he was sighing:

"Twenty-four rulers connect the stars, and all dharmas return to one altar... I never thought that after a thousand years, the dharma tradition I passed down would actually last for such a long time!"

"The dragon and the tiger originally shared the same cave, why do they guard their own abysses? Wait until the black frost is heavy, and then refine the sun and the moon to be full."

After reciting the poem, the old Taoist shook his head.

At this time, thousands of lanterns were lit up one after another in the night sky of the Si Han Tianshi Mansion. The outline of the blue bricks and gray tiles of the Wanfa Sect Altar was outlined by the warm yellow halo, which was reflected on the old Taoist's face that seemed to be both sad and happy.

The two stood on the altar. Li Yang stood there in silence for a long time. Finally, he raised his head, made a Tai Chi gesture and bowed:

"When did the Heavenly Master come?"

The old Taoist said calmly, "Two years ago, that Taoist Kun who had a clear mind tried to ascend to Penglai with the Ji Sword."

As he was talking, the old Taoist sighed and even bowed to Li Yang:

"You don't have to call me Heavenly Master. Two thousand years have passed, and this world has changed a lot. Moreover, many of the stories you tell about me are actually fabricated by my descendants..."

"My little Taoist friend in the future, you can just call me Zhang Ling."

(End of this chapter)