From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 88 Qionghai Lushan
Southern Sichuan, Qionghai and Lushan.

Qionghai Lushan is located in Dachang City. It is a national AAAA-level tourist attraction. The Qionglu Scenic Area, which consists of Qionghai and Lushan, was famous for its "clear, quiet, beautiful and elegant" as early as the Jin Dynasty. It is one of the top ten scenic spots in Sichuan Province.

This place has little to do with Taoism and has not been developed intensively by the government. Qionghai is not a sea but a big lake. At night, the tourists disperse and the place returns to its tranquility.

There are no clouds tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are brilliant. Under the moonlight, a hunchbacked old man sits cross-legged on the shore, his hands rustling, as if he is concentrating on carving something.

In the past few days, there have been two consecutive cases of missing tourists in Qionghai Lushan. At night, the staff has prohibited tourists from staying by the lake. Therefore, under the moonlight, there is only the old man in Qionghai Lushan.

The old man cut his right thumb in pain and carved a strange bloody pattern on the lakeshore.

Under the moonlight, although the blood-colored figure is a dead object, every stroke reveals an evil aura.

When the figure was finished, the old man's expression relaxed, but the Qionghai Lake in front of him suddenly changed. The water quickly turned red, and in an instant became as thick red as blood.

This strange red color was like ink entering water, quickly spreading across the entire lake. The old man seemed to have expected it. He stood up and looked at the scene with a little curiosity.

When the entire Qionghai Lake was completely filled with blood, the bloody and rusty smell in the air scared away a large number of birds. The water surface in the center of the lake began to roll, and in a moment, looking up from the sky, it actually condensed into a giant skull face.

The lake water continued to rise, carrying the lake water up to mid-air, and even blocked out all the moonlight.

The shape of the lake in the sky gradually became clearer, and finally turned into a hundred-meter-long skeleton. Two balls of purple-blue fireflies rose from the eye sockets of the skeleton, with phosphorous dots beside it. It looked down at the old man who was like an ant on the shore below.

The old man did not feel oppressed at all, and spoke like an old man from Shuchuan chatting about family matters:
"Old monster, you are worthy of being like this. After so many years, you still like to show off."

Hanging in the air, the blood-soaked skull that blocked out the sky and the moon had fireflies flickering in its eye sockets. It was communicating with the old man solely through its divine thoughts.

"Who am I? I can't tell you my whereabouts for now, or something bad will happen."

"I was the one who saved you on Mount Emei, helped you break the formation, and opened the blood cave. Otherwise, you would have been killed long ago."

The bloody skeleton seemed to be aroused with anger, and its spiritual thoughts fluctuated even more strongly.

The old man's face straightened: "Your glory days are long gone, and your blood cave no longer has the power it once had. Why deceive yourself?"

"I can handle that female Taoist priest, but I am no match for the one behind. I need your help."

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In the silent and mysterious night, the old man talked with the bloody skeleton for a long time.

The blood-red skull was silent for a moment, then sent down a divine thought, and then twelve blood-red crystals condensed from the blood.

After collecting the twelve blood-colored crystals, the old man nodded with satisfaction.

"Something that can kill you is following the earth's veins to find you. Recently, I advise you to lie low for a while, don't show your head, and wait for my news."

The overwhelming blood-red lake water was constantly rippling due to the skull's anger. After venting, the blood-red skull glanced around the world unwillingly, and then the skull hanging in the air fell into the lake with a bang.

The old man put away the blood crystal, then hunched over and began walking towards the path.

After he left, all the lake water became clear again in an instant, but all the fish, shrimps and snails in the lake floated to the surface, their eyes turned white, their bodies emitted a foul odor, and some had even begun to rot.

The entire Qionghai Lake suddenly fell into deathly silence.
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That same night, the golden summit of Mount Emei shone with a clear light, like another cold crescent moon, shining with the moon in the night sky, extremely mysterious. Today, there were no clouds. Since that incident, Mount Emei was rarely clear, and the officers and soldiers guarding the mountain all looked at the golden summit with longing.

They knew that this was the one from Baiyun Mountain who was practicing immortal arts.

Gao Miao looked at the expressions of his comrades around him, and secretly felt fortunate that the authorities had already taken action to relocate the people living near Mount Emei, otherwise, who knows how much of a stir this scene would have caused in the media.

"Little donor, you have a deep Buddhist root and are predestined with my Buddha. If you enter my sect, you will definitely become a Vajra Arhat who protects the religion in the future, and you will be able to enjoy the fruition and not suffer from the various sufferings of reincarnation in the world."

"Master, I'm really not suitable. If my father knew I wanted to be a monk, he would slap me to death..."

Gao Miao rolled his eyes. Even with his good temper, he felt a little mentally exhausted these days.

Captain Zhao sent him to receive Zen Master Chang Zhen after he came down from the Golden Summit of Mount Emei. But who would have thought that the old monk's eyes lit up when he saw him, and he said that the monk had innate wisdom and was born with a mission.

Of course Gao Miao didn't want to do that. He still wanted to get married and have children. How could he possibly become a monk?
So in the past two days, the soldiers guarding the mountain near Xixiangchi kept seeing a scene: their captain Gao Miao was always accompanied by an old monk who was trying to persuade them earnestly, as if he would not give up until he converted.

It just so happened that Captain Zheng had specifically instructed Gao Miao to treat the old monk well, so Gao Miao had no choice but to endure the old monk's nagging all day long.

After a round of inspection, Gao Miao was about to return to the camp when he suddenly saw two figures walking up from the foot of the mountain. They were moving very fast. When he first noticed them, they were still very far away, but in the blink of an eye, they were already a hundred meters away. When he looked carefully again, the two figures were already close.

One of the two men was wearing a Taoist robe and had a thin face, and the other was wrapped in black clothes and had a cold aura.

The man wrapped in black, Gao Miao, looked familiar. He was Wuming who had fought with the Venerable on Mount Emei not long ago and was then sent down the mountain.

When the Taoist priest saw Gao Miao and Zen Master Chang Zhen, he bowed from a distance.

"I am Qi Qianshu from Qingcheng Mountain. I would like to meet Master Chang Zhen and Captain Gao."

Gao Miao took the document from Qi Qiansu and was startled by the big red seal on it. "Master Qi, what's the matter with you coming to Mount Emei?"

Wuming next to him remained silent.

Qi Qiansu nodded slightly: "The immortal way values ​​life and saves people without limit. I came here this time because I was invited to meet Master Li of Baiyun Mountain. I heard that Master Li is now practicing in Emei. Please let Captain Gao know a few words."

Although Old Monk Chang Zhen still looked calm and composed, he was extremely uneasy in his heart.

Gao Miao couldn't recognize it, but how could he not see that Qi Qiansu in front of him had clearly reached the realm of elixir transformation in Taoism, which is what Li Yang called the innate realm.

The revival of spiritual energy is also a major battle in the world. Mount Qingcheng is indeed one step ahead of Mount Wutai.

Chang Zhen sighed, and then looked at Gao Miao with increasingly fiery eyes.

Gao Miao was not aware of the twists and turns involved. After seeing the document, he hurried up the mountain to inform Li Yang, leaving behind the old monk Chang Zhen and Qi Qiansu to exchange greetings.

At this time, on the open-air cultivation platform, a moon emitting clear light hung in the center of the square. Li Yang made a gesture with his right hand and drew a virtual pattern in the air. The moon was gradually engraved with some patterns that Gao Miao could not understand.

If he looked closely, he would find that there were 36 ancient seal moon patterns on the moon.

(End of this chapter)