Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 15 Old things
Thirteen years ago, the Taoist priest of Qiyun Mountain got the opportunity to become an immortal.

Whether it was sealing off the five senses, or placing a total of forty-nine seals, plus the Heavenly Blind Formation, it was actually all for one thing - pretending to be dead.

Fake death is not real death, and an immortal who conceals the secrets of heaven is not a true immortal.

The reason why Wanshou Village was chosen as the location for the formation was very simple. There was a spiritual eye there.

The spiritual eye is not a real eye, but another name for the place where spiritual energy gathers.

The spiritual energy in this world is already thin. No matter if you are a Buddha, a demon, a Taoist or a monster, if you don't go astray, you can only refine some spiritual power from some natural treasures. This is the way of alchemy.

This spiritual eye is even rarer than some thousand-year-old spiritual herbs. After Taoist Qi Yun discovered it, he immediately began his plan to become an immortal.

"Three years... Remember this, you must not open the altar before three years."

Taoist Qi Yun repeatedly instructed the three disciples to close their five senses before entering the altar, and they nodded in agreement.

At the beginning, it was just as Taoist Qi Yun instructed. The three disciples supervised each other, obeyed their duties, and protected their master.

But how can something that goes against the will of heaven be as we wish?
Two years after Taoist Qi Yun entered the altar, a master named Du Nan passed by Wanshou Village.

On this day, Monk Du Nan looked from afar and saw Wanshou Village filled with auspicious clouds at first glance, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was filled with evil spirits!

He knew something was wrong and hurried to the village, only to feel gusts of cold wind. Although there was a bright sun overhead, it could not dispel the biting cold at all.

The villagers coming and going in the village were all pale and thin, walking unsteadily, as if they were seriously ill.

Monk Du Nan opened his Dharma eyes and saw that everyone in the entire Wanshou Village was filled with thick yin and death energy!

Monk Du Nan had only seen such a terrifying yin energy in vengeful ghosts, but everyone in this village was clearly alive? What was going on?

The villagers should have died long ago, but they are still hanging on.

Monk Du Nan let out a long sigh and walked to an old man in the village. He split a few strands of his extremely masculine and powerful magical power and flowed into the old man's body.

The old man with a dark complexion and cold limbs became visibly rosy, but Monk Du Nan still sighed.

He is plagued by deathly aura and is terminally ill. There is no hope for him.

All he could do was to make the old man feel better.

"Thank you, Master..."

The old man coughed and bowed repeatedly to Monk Du Nan in gratitude.

Monk Du Nan clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, may I ask what happened in this village? Why is there such a strong negative energy?"

After hearing this, the old man sighed, "Master, you don't know. Originally... although our Wanshou Village wasn't wealthy, we were self-sufficient and lived a good life."

"But two years ago, the old immortal from nearby Qiyun Mountain chose this place as his place of ascension. He dug his cave in the open space east of the village. Ever since he came, it's been getting colder here...even the sun can't warm us up."

"At first, the villagers could put on more clothes and endure it, but over time, everyone became ill. They couldn't find the cause of the illness, but they just felt cold and weak all over. Even if they wanted to escape, they couldn't. In the past two years, everyone has accepted their fate and is just trying to hold on. If they die of cold, it will be a relief."

"But the cold just won't kill me. Even an old man like me, who has lived enough, can't die for some reason..."

There was no trace of relief in the old man's voice, but instead it was full of fear.

After hearing this, Du Nan was thoughtful.

"Can you please take me to see the Taoist priest's cave?"

"Master, please follow me..." the old man replied. Monk Du Nan, led by the old man, arrived at the east of the village. He took a closer look and was secretly surprised.

This isn't some kind of cave, it's clearly a sinister formation! It blinds the sky above and draws in the earth's energy below. Who is the Taoist priest at the center of this formation?

He is deceiving heaven and earth and disturbing yin and yang. Isn't he afraid of damaging his virtue?

Monk Du Nan saw through Taoist Qi Yun's plan.

It turned out that this large formation isolated a small world, which just included the entire Wanshou Village. The lifespan of the people in the entire Wanshou Village had long been sucked away by the center of the formation, but because it isolated the yin and yang and obscured the secrets of heaven, these poor people could not even die.

What exactly does this old Taoist priest want to do?
If this goes on for a long time, the people of Wanshou Village will be neither alive nor dead, neither human nor ghost, and will inevitably feel resentful. If an unprecedented evil creature appears, the world will be in turmoil again.

Monk Du Nan thought of this and took a few steps forward, clasped his hands together, and bowed: "I am Du Nan, a poor monk from Nanming Mountain, and I am honored to meet fellow Taoist Qi Yun."

He wanted to persuade them first and then wait and see. After all, Qiyun Mountain was a legitimate Taoist sect, not a cult.

However, Taoist Qi Yun had already closed his five senses, so it was impossible for him to know what was happening outside.

Seeing this, Monk Du Nan thrust his Zen staff into the ground and chanted the Six-Syllable Mantra. In just a moment, the soil on the ground surged and split into two lines like waves, making a path for Monk Du Nan.

The old man in the village was watching in amazement. Monk Du Nan kept chanting, and a layer of Buddha's light was faintly shining around his body. He did not put away his Zen staff, but stepped straight into the center of the formation.

The soil had not yet closed, but the old man was so frightened that he fell to his knees, kowtowed repeatedly, and muttered that he had seen a real immortal.

As soon as the monk Du Nan cracked the earth with his staff, the three disciples of Taoist Qi Yun on the other side knew about it.

The three of them rushed over, fearing that someone might ruin their master's plan.

As soon as I arrived at the east of the village, I saw that the ground had cracked, and I thought to myself, this is not good!
Sure enough, when the three rushed into the underground formation, they happened to see Monk Du Nan removing the seal and opening the jar.

Monk Du Nan had a deep understanding of Buddhism and knew a little about the art, but it was impossible for him to understand it as well as those who practiced Taoism.

Although he could see that the place was arranged with great care, he could not fully understand its intention.

Until he opened the altar.

When a human head with white hair and beard and all five senses blocked appeared before him, Monk Du Nan realized... something was wrong.

He quickly covered the altar, clasped his hands together, and bowed, saying, "I have been reckless and have ruined your great opportunity. Your cultivation has already begun to transform you into an immortal."

This cause and effect... is huge.

After seeing the old Taoist in the altar, Monk Du Nan finally understood the reason for these arrangements.

Taoist Qi Yun has a high level of cultivation, so there is no need for him to set up a sinister formation to absorb people's lifespan to achieve his own perfection.

Could it be that someone is plotting against this fellow Taoist?
As he was thinking, he heard footsteps approaching quickly.

Sure enough, after a few breaths, the three disciples of Taoist Qi Yun stood in front of him.

The three men's eyes were red, their bodies trembling, and they pointed their swords at him and cursed: "You old bald thief! You ruined my master's plan!"

Without saying a word, the three of them stepped on the Three Talents Formation and rushed forward to ask Monk Du Nan for an explanation.

Monk Du Nan glanced at the three men, without dodging or evading, but just stood there, allowing the three men to chop him.

"I have ruined my fellow Daoist's chance. I will make amends for the karma that resulted from the assassination of my fellow Daoist..."

(End of this chapter)