Rewrite the myth and become the Taoist!

Chapter 114: Fate, my friend, and the great demon

"We call this place Yunwu Mountain. Several decades ago, this cloud that never dissipates all year round was formed overnight. People in the world said that there were immortals who could live forever, revive the dead, and even regenerate bones. It was a big deal at the time."

"Many important people have come here and then left. By the way, when I was young, I heard from the adults in my family that there was a crazy young master who was upset by his wedding and fled here to practice Taoism."

"I have never seen this person before, and I don't know what happened to him later."

The old man took the silver handed to him by Ji Siyuan and told him everything he knew.

"Fairy?"

Ji Siyuan fell into deep thought. He had been a prime minister and knew that there were "immortal cultivators" in the world.

However, the spiritual energy here is thin. If a cultivator stays here for a long time, his cultivation will be halted at best, and he may even starve to death at worst.

"Could it be Brother Yanzhi? Did he really get the immortal method?"

Ji Siyuan looked dazed. He came to his senses, bowed to the old man, and prepared to go up the mountain with the boy.

"My dear, wait a minute, no one can enter Yunwu Mountain, and no one has ever seen an immortal."

The old man called Ji Siyuan to stop him, and then came closer to kindly remind him: "The fog on that mountain is strange and dangerous. People often disappear in the fog. We will not go deep into the mountain when we are cutting wood."

"Thank you for the reminder, old man."

Ji Siyuan bowed and thanked him, but still chose to climb Yunwu Mountain.

The old man said no more.

"Brother Yanzhi, an old friend is here to visit, please come and see him!"

Ji Siyuan climbed up Yunwu Mountain and shouted a few times in the fog. His voice echoed throughout the sky and earth for a long time.

boom!
With a roar, the clouds and mist seemed to be pushed aside by an invisible hand, and a clearly visible passage suddenly appeared.

Ji Siyuan and his boy walked up the mountain. The mountain was not high, and they arrived at the destination in no time.

Ji Siyuan stopped and looked up.

Li Yanzhi was still sitting on the big bluestone. His face looked the same as when they first met, without any change. The only difference was that next to him, there was a jujube tree with lush branches and leaves, quietly accompanying him.

Ji Siyuan looked down at himself and stood there in a daze.

"Brother Ji, how are you? I heard from mother that you later became the prime minister. Did you realize our childhood ambitions?"

Li Yanzhi opened his eyes and looked at the white-haired old man not far away with a smile, feeling a little sad.

He has been living in seclusion in the mountains these years, devoting himself to spiritual practice, and has not noticed the passage of time at all. Suddenly, he realizes that his former best friend has reached old age.

Ji Siyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying only: "An old man with no achievements in his career, fame and wealth are all in vain, so it's better not to mention it."

"I brought your favorite drink."

Seeing this, Li Yanzhi said no more and gestured with his hand: "Sit down and talk."

But there were no tables or chairs here, so they smiled at each other and sat down on the ground.

The boy filled their glasses obediently, and the aroma of wine filled the air. The two sipped slowly, reminiscing about their youth. Ji Siyuan suddenly asked, "It's been nearly seventy years, and your wife hasn't returned home yet?"

When Li Yanzhi heard this, the image of Murong Qin leaving suddenly came to his mind. He frowned slightly and said, "Qin'er has not returned yet."

After a pause, Li Yanzhi's mind moved slightly, and he asked: "Brother Ji, you have been the prime minister of the dynasty, do you know the situation of the immortal cultivators outside? Where is Shuiyunmen?"

"You don't know?" Ji Siyuan looked at Li Yanzhi strangely and said, "You are so young, you should have already established your foundation, right?"

"Foundation building?" Li Yanzhi shook his head. "I am practicing here alone, how can I know the world outside?"

Practicing cultivation was so exciting, he enjoyed it. Besides, he had only practiced Taoism for the first fifty years and had no self-defense skills. Now that he had made some progress in the skills, he had some ability to protect himself.

His progress has been stagnant in recent years, and he has been thinking about going out for a walk.

Your master is really irresponsible... Ji Siyuan muttered to himself and explained:
"This is the Chu State, in the 30,000-li Shiquan Mountains. There are three major sects here, namely Huanling Sect, Hongfeng Valley, and Tiangang Sect. I have never heard of Shuiyun Sect, but it may be on the other side of the Shiquan Mountains. It is so far away that mortals will never be able to cross it in their lifetime."

Ji Siyuan enviously said, "Practicing Qi, building a foundation, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, each step is like climbing a ladder to heaven. Building a foundation lasts for 200 years, and Golden Elixir lasts for 1,000 years. I have really seen all the vicissitudes of life. It's a pity that I was born without spiritual roots, destined to have no chance of cultivating immortals."

Li Yanzhi listened quietly. Through these words, he seemed to have a glimpse of the vast world outside. Although Ji Siyuan had a yearning for cultivating immortals, he only knew the basics - among the three major sects, the strongest was only at the Nascent Soul stage, and the elders were at the Golden Core stage.

And the immortal cultivator who founded the State of Chu was only at the foundation-building stage.

Li Yanzhi thought to himself: "This way of cultivating immortality is obviously very different from the "Qi training" method I know so far. It is still unknown what level I am at. "

Ji Siyuan stayed in Yunwu Mountain and slept for several days. It was obvious that he was very tired. The intrigues were the most exhausting. Li Yanzhi prepared a pill for him to recuperate.

[Ten years passed quickly, Li Yanzhi personally buried Ji Siyuan, accepted the young man as his disciple, taught him the method of cultivating immortals, and took care of Yunwu Mountain.]

[Li Yanzhi waited for another ten years in Yunwu Mountain until his mother passed away, and his last lingering concern for the world was finally resolved. He took a branch of a jujube tree and turned it into a wooden sword to protect his way, and then he left Yunwu Mountain.]

[Li Yanzhi is already a hundred years old, but he looks like a teenager. He traveled through time and space and saw this world for the first time. Li Yanzhi has been walking slowly in the mortal world for more than ten years, silently watching the changes in the world, and occasionally saving people according to his heart.]

[It’s just a pity that there is no merit from heaven. 】

[When he was 130 years old, Li Yanzhi set foot on the Shiquan Mountains and finally witnessed the demeanor of the immortal cultivators. He looked up and saw clearly that a hundred miles away, a hundred-meter-long white giant snake was fighting with three immortal cultivators.]

[The white snake had two horns on its head, and it looked very majestic. It suddenly spurted out a huge wave of blue water like the sea, which instantly dimmed the magic weapons of the two cultivators. They shattered into pieces and fell from the sky.

The white snake shouted: "Red Maple Valley is no better than this! Call your ancestors out!"

[The remaining immortal cultivator's face turned pale and he shouted angrily: "You evil beast, you only dare to break into my Red Maple Valley so arrogantly because the ancestor is not here."]

[The white snake showed a ferocious look, and slaughtered indiscriminately in the Red Maple Valley. Wherever it went, the monks were frightened out of their wits and fled in all directions, and the whole scene fell into chaos.]

[The white snake is chasing after him, and its target is exactly where Li Yanzhi is. ]

[Li Yanzhi reached out and stopped a monk who had fled here in panic.]

[The middle-aged monk staggered and almost fell to the ground. He looked back and saw the white snake following him. He shouted in fear: "My friend, run away! That is a big monster..."]

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(End of this chapter)