From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 30 Clues

"Gulu..."

The old monk stirred the boiling water with a wooden stick, and a few golden tea leaves with clear textures surged up. The hot water turned bright yellow, and the air was filled with the strong and bitter aroma of tea.

The leaves of the land treasure tree [Buddha Heart Tea Tree].

"Master, how do you pronounce this ancient seal character? How do you interpret it?"

Chen Xuan squatted on the ground, used a branch to draw some crooked words, and humbly asked the old monk for advice.

The old monk looked down and patiently explained, then asked in confusion: "If you don't know these words, how can you write them?"

He was shocked because these seal characters were very old and had long been discontinued by the ancient Chu State. If the Hanging Temple had not studied the strange beasts of mountains and seas [Yonghe] in its early years and left behind many ancient books, he would not have had the opportunity to come into contact with these seal characters.

"It was just a random scribble. I didn't expect it to be a real word."

Chen Xuan made up a bunch of nonsense and wrote an ancient seal script on the ground: "This can't be ancient seal script too... Ha, it really is a word, what a coincidence..."

The old monk looked helpless, thinking, "What a coincidence! Could you be the ancient sage who invented Chinese characters?" The Qigong practitioner outside the temple was indeed a complete liar, completely hopeless.

far away.

The badly injured young monk, holding a wooden bowl, squatted on the ground, smiling at Chen Xuan with an apologetic look, indicating that he admitted his mistake. Chen Xuan was frightened by the look, thinking that these monks were crazy.

He was kicked by Monk Kongwen and his life is in danger. Now he is waiting for the precious tea soup to heal his wounds and save his life.

Not long after, the tea was ready, and a group of "dead" Qi practitioners gathered around impatiently.

Chen Xuan got a bowl of precious tea.

There is only a piece of golden tea leaves floating in the air, golden and fragrant. Just smelling it makes you feel refreshed, almost like an epiphany.

Although the quantity is not much, it is very precious and is available every day.

The old monk who was distributing tea looked at the group of Qi practitioners with a pleading look on his face and whispered:
"After drinking this precious tea, please behave yourself. We at the Hanging Temple have no ill will towards you..."

Chen Xuan didn't have many ideas.

After all, one should be grateful for the food he has eaten, and he is not the type of person who would cause trouble.

But other Qigong practitioners scoffed at it.

The burly man sneered, "You think you can get rid of us with a piece of rotten tea leaves? Are you worried about your precious ones? Please let us into the Southern Wilderness... I'll go find the treasures myself, so I don't have to endure your bullshit!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest said sternly: "The heart of Taoism is as true as iron!"

"If you trust us, you can let us go. We will never ruin the good deeds of the Hanging Temple." A Qi practitioner repeatedly assured.

"But I can't do that. I have liked women since I was a child. For a beautiful woman, I would even deny my parents..." There are also Qi practitioners who exaggerate and make alarmist remarks.

A group of people pushed and shoved, making a scene like hooligans. The old monk's robes were torn to pieces. Some Qi practitioners even took advantage of the chaos to touch him, trying to find some leaves of the [Buddha Heart Tea Tree] or other treasures.

The people from the Hanging Temple were exhausted by the commotion and could only run away in a hurry.

"Everyone is blaming the Hanging Temple, but they can only accept this loss with a pinch of their nose."

Chen Xuan couldn't help laughing as he watched the scene. He then raised his head to drink the precious tea soup, put a piece of golden tea leaves in his mouth, and walked into the temporary wooden house that had been built.

A slightly bitter taste blooms on the tip of the tongue, and the qi and blood in the body are gradually mobilized, accumulating strength like a dam.

"Before the Peach Blossom Spring fell, I was able to cultivate Qingqi."

Chen Xuan sat cross-legged on the cold and simple wooden bed. Originally, it would take him twenty days to practice a magic trick outside of Bai Qi, but now he has valuable precious tea to drink every day, so this time can be shortened a lot.

He had learned the specific time and place of the fall of Taohuayuan from Wang Chan's dream.

January 1st.

There is still more than half a month left, enough time for him to practice a second trick, or even embark on the path to enlightenment for the second time.

"Om..."

A stream of white Qi slowly flowed within his body, gradually outlining a moving Qi diagram. Occasionally, a green glow would flash, only to be swallowed up by the golden-white light...

Time is like water.

……

"Whoosh!"

In the second half of the night, a light drizzle mixed with ice particles began to fall outside the house.

Chen Xuan finished his training, pushed the door open and looked outside, his eyes fixed.

In the wilderness, more than twenty ascetic monks from the Hanging Temple were sitting in the rain like sculptures, motionless, with the faint night light reflected on their heads and the cold air rising from the ground like mist. The scene looked very strange and creepy.

"These ascetic monks are quite capable. They seem to have much stronger minds than the average person. Monk Kongwen was even worried that these young people would be bewitched by Yan Yushu."

Chen Xuan looked puzzled. He saw the young monk who had been seriously injured during the day, sitting in the crowd in the cold rain. Blood was seeping from his chest and flowing down with the rain, but he seemed unaware of it. His face was solemn, and it seemed as if a stream of Buddha nature was truly flowing out of his body.

In fact, the mind and beliefs of these ascetic monks are definitely superior to those of most people in the world. Moreover, they practice white Qi and are naturally indifferent.

From the cabin next door, conspiratorial voices rang out. "Master, we've benefited from Yan Yushu. We simply cannot sit idly by and watch these bald asses from the Hanging Temple wantonly bully her..." The burly man lowered his voice and whispered, "I'm tormented. I can't bear to watch this."

"..."

After a moment, the voice of the middle-aged Taoist priest slowly sounded.

"I, the poor Taoist, also feel guilty..."

When Chen Xuan heard the subtle movement, he turned his head in surprise and saw two figures climbing out of the wooden house and heading towards the endless mountains in the southern wilderness at a high speed in the night.

"Amitabha……"

Amidst the rain, a slightly disappointed Buddhist voice rang out: "You're courting death..."

Immediately, a "sculpture" seemed to come alive, its surface radiating a golden-white glow. Like a furious King Kong, it chased into the darkness...

……

……

In the southern wilderness, the darkness is endless.

A slender barefoot figure was fleeing on the winding, slippery and muddy mountain road in the icy rain. She wrapped herself tightly in her thin clothes in the cold, her body shivering with cold.

"boom!"

In the forest ahead, golden and white lights lit up one after another, and the blood and energy rushed into the sky, like furnaces with white flames, more than ten feet high, lighting up the night sky.

"..."

Yan Yushu stopped, frowned slightly, then turned around and changed direction, and stopped again.

"Roar!"

"Moo!"

Several figures, like white furnaces, emerged from the retreat. Behind them, a giant white-haired ape, several feet tall, with a red face and fangs, roared to the sky. There was also the shadow of a giant elephant, with limbs as thick as pillars and two snow-white tusks, raising its trunk as thick as a bucket high...

"Sixth, Desire, Heaven——"

Loud Buddhist sounds rose one after another, resounding through the mountains from all directions, like thunder rolling across the earth.

"call……"

Yan Yushu pursed her slightly pale lips and casually tied up her long hair that was like a waterfall. In her fox-like eyes, there seemed to be a black flame burning. Her steps were swaying, and the delicate and graceful air of watercolor was swept away.

"A bunch of motherless bastards, then... come on."

In the rain, a huge black fish shadow jumped out, with transparent bird wings on its back, and a sound like a mandarin duck, causing the rain in the sky to tremble.

The fighting never ends.

She was used to it.

……

……

"Hiss, this Yan Yushu's Six Desire Heavens is really quite something..."

Chen Xuan was shocked when he saw the figure disappearing in the camp.

During the day, the burly man and the middle-aged Taoist priest caused the most trouble. Originally, they thought they just wanted to take more advantage of the Hanging Temple, but they didn't expect that they would really rebel.

It is incredible that he would rather give up the benefits that are within his reach and go to the mountains to help Yan Yushu.

"The Hanging Temple isn't one to be manipulated. Once their bottom line is crossed, they'll flip the table and reveal their brutal side... I heard that all the mortal monks in the Hanging Temple area, regardless of whether they were good or bad, were wiped out."

Chen Xuan muttered to himself in his heart, and in the distance an ascetic monk opened his eyes and looked over.

"Hey……"

Chen Xuan raised his chin towards the monk, then returned to the wooden house to continue practicing the Little Green Deer trick, then lay down on the wooden board and closed his eyes to rest.

There are big events happening every day in the world of Qi training, but not every event is related to him. Each of those big events has its own protagonist.

"I just need to follow the steps and move forward with my feet firmly planted on the ground, and naturally I will bear fruit... In the Peach Blossom Spring, there are relics left behind by ancient immortals and sages. This is the direction I want to strive for."

Chen Xuan firmly believed that his determination to cultivate immortality and seek the truth was as solid as a green mountain and would never waver. Nothing could disturb his will.

What six desire heavens? They can only lure away those with weak minds. For someone like him who can even withstand the yellow millet qi, it is not worth mentioning.

Soon after.

Chen Xuan was sleeping and dreamed of Yan Yushu...

"Crack!"

His body was tense and sweat was pouring down his forehead. His five fingers were like knives gripping the wooden bed, and he used such great force that he cracked the wood.

(End of this chapter)