Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 805: Life is full of crossroads

The banquet lasted for ten days, and Chen Mu also stayed in Shuiyunjian for ten days.

During this period, he not only preached and taught the Dharma with the Shuiyun sect, but also met the younger generations of the Zhao State who came to pay him a visit from the remaining five sects.

The six sects of Zhao State lived in one country and had always been "small scattered and large gathered". They might have disagreements and grudges on small matters, but when it came to major events that subverted the orthodoxy, they were like one sect, advancing and retreating together.

Moreover, ever since the Three Kingdoms War, when Chen Mu made a stunning appearance and took down Qiu Lan, the real person behind the Palace of Eternal Life, in one fell swoop, and after stabilizing the situation, the six sects of Zhao State became even closer, and were close to Shuiyunjian in every way.

Although Chen Mu and Niu Dali had no intention of merging with the other five sects, such a trend had already emerged, and it was the disciples of the other five sects who spontaneously rose up.

After all, who doesn't want to have such a "pillar" in their own Taoist lineage? Even if their own sect is not successful, they should always be closer to Shuiyunjian.

Only after the news of Chen Mu's fall did these thoughts cool down. The elders of various families who had previously called for the incorporation into Shuiyunjian began to shout the slogan of "the orthodoxy remains unchanged" and became the first to dare to be the defenders of the orthodoxy.

Although Niu Dali did not express anything, he felt some contempt and resentment in his heart.

This is also the reason why Chen Mu did not inform the other five sects in advance when he returned.

It was not until Chen Mu showed up that his resentment was slightly alleviated, and then his voice spread thousands of miles away, awakening his fellow practitioners.

According to him, the friendship among the six sects is indeed of long standing, and even if there are some gaps, it is not a good excuse to deny it.

Chen Mu did not change his mind, but some of his attitudes still needed to be seen by others.

The five sects including Wenjian Pavilion arrived at the Shuiyun Mountain Gate on the second day, but they still couldn't see Chen Mu in person. How could they not know that their previous performance had disappointed the ancestor of the Zhao State?

After a period of silence, they couldn't help but blame the previous "moralists". Without a firm stance, how could they reach the top?

And those "moralists" said nothing and allowed their fellow students to complain and even scold them. Although they themselves knew that it was not entirely their fault back then, who made them "dare to be the first"?
No matter how much you scold or reprimand me, you still have to meet Chen Mu.

Since Chen Mu made an excuse, they all waited in front of Shuiyun Palace.

The sun rises and the moon sets, the sun sets and the moon rises.

The disciples of Shuiyun passed by from time to time. Whenever they looked at these sincere Zhao compatriots, they couldn't help but feel deeply moved, mixed with a bit of satisfaction: "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place..."

It was not until the last day that the cultivators from the five sects were able to see Chen Mu’s true form.

For a moment, there was a burst of cheers in front of Shuiyun Temple. Some people even prostrated themselves on the ground with shame on their faces and apologized for their crimes.

Chen Mu would not really punish him, otherwise what would that mean? It would be against his original intention.

So after saying a few polite words, he flicked his sleeves and left.

At this point, the monks from the five sects breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't say much on their faces, but they became more determined in their hearts.

Even if there were news of Chen Mu's capture or even death in the future, they couldn't change their orders and bring trouble upon themselves...

It is worth mentioning that Chen Mu did not make excuses to avoid meeting all the cultivators from the five sects. Old acquaintances such as Chu Li and Jiang Cheng met with them together as early as the third day.

They are now all ancestors of their families who have long ceased to care about worldly affairs and have little to do with those bullshit things.

After all, from the very beginning, they had no intention of merging into Shuiyunjian.

Compared with the newly promoted elders, these older generation monks are the true defenders of their respective Taoist traditions.

Not only was Chen Mu not displeased, but he was extremely appreciative.

Old friends are gradually dying out, and those who are still lucky enough to meet again will naturally have a good time drinking and chatting.

Of course, among them there is She Yingtan, who is somewhat special to him.

When drinking with everyone, She Yingtan was no different from Chu Li and others, talking and laughing happily, looking relaxed and free.

But when the moon was at its zenith, she took advantage of the alcohol to walk with Chen Mu by the spring, listening to the gurgling water in her ears, and tremblingly said the words that had been weighing on her heart for a long time.

"We looked at each other from afar on the wall and on horseback, and my heart was broken as soon as I saw you."

Chen Mu was stunned. Even though he was used to many storms, he was speechless when he saw the woman as bright as the moonlight, and she was laughing softly and expressing her feelings. He didn't know how to respond.

He asked himself, has he ever been attracted to the woman in front of him?

Maybe, maybe not.

It had been so long that he couldn't tell.

Just from looking at his current confidante, it can be seen that Ao Yi was forced to fall in love, while Han Jing is his childhood sweetheart.

These two people had a long-standing relationship with him, so he naturally wouldn't let them down. But She Yingtan...

Maybe they have feelings for each other, but it has not become an obsession.

He considered himself not to be a person who was absolutely devoted to the Dao, but he had also devoted himself to the Dao and that had never changed...

This is what Chen Mu thought in his heart, but She Yingtan had a different perspective.

The two met on Chen Bai's wedding day and became acquainted during the Battle of the Beast Tide in Zhao State.

At that time, she gradually developed a liking for him, but she was not yet determined. She just thought that if there was a chance in the future, it would be nice to become a Taoist partner with Chen Mu and have children in the Zhao Kingdom's immortal world.

But who knew that Chen Mu was not an ordinary person? In just over ten years, he became a disciple of Fushan Changhe, a great master of Beiyuan Sect.

It was from that time that she realized that the two of them might no longer be able to express their feelings as frankly as she had thought.

From then on, she suppressed her feelings and lived a monotonous life until she saw Chen Mu again...

The Nascent Soul realm is so far away.

She was increasingly glad that she had not spoken a word, but when they were about to part, she could not help but move forward and uttered that half sentence of the ambiguous poem.

I had intended to wait until I had formed the elixir before saying the second half of the sentence, but then I received the news that Chen Mu had been captured.

At that time, she really regretted it. She regretted that she had missed opportunities again and again and failed to express her feelings truthfully.

Whenever I think of it, my heart aches.

Fortunately, Chen Mu came back. She was ecstatic and at this moment, she finally said out the words that she should have said a hundred years ago.

The words were spoken, and the obsession faded.

She is not the kind of person who forces things, not in the past and not now.

Looking at Chen Mu's slightly dazed look, she burst out laughing. There was no shyness in her eyes at all. She just stared at him with a smile.

Her eyes were full of charm, and the bright moonlight was reflected in them, like a clear pond.

The sound of gurgling water is not as loud as a woman's laughter.

She laughed and said, "Are you so afraid that I will rely on you?"

"Would Junior Sister do this?" Chen Mu smiled lightly, without any affectation.

She Yingtan turned sideways, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and then turned to Chen Mu.

Her voice was still bright, but her face was much more serious: "No... Senior Brother is a fairy in heaven, but I am just a mortal. I feel tired just thinking about catching up with you." She Yingtan shook her head, and the hairpin on her bun swayed like the sparkling moonlight on a clear spring.

She looked at Mingyue again, but this time she didn't turn around. She just held her head high and said with a smile, "The world is too big. I still have hundreds of years to live. I don't want to be in seclusion and practice hard all the time."

"I want to go to the East China Sea to see the mermaids weeping, and I also want to go to the Western Desert to see the strictly hierarchical Buddhist kingdom, and the land of monsters in the southern border. As the heir of the Beast Taming Sect, how can I miss it?"

"As for Zhongzhou... I won't go there. There are too many geniuses there. That's where you should go, Senior Brother."

"Once I've visited all the places I want to go, I'll return to Beiyuan, return to Zhao State, and live a carefree life. This is the life I, Junior Sister, long for..."

Chen Mu nodded slowly and said with a smile:

"That sounds much more interesting than that kind of ascetic practice."

"Yes." She Yingtan said with a smile: "So, Senior Brother, just endure it for a while. When you want to relax one day, come to the Beastmaster Sect to find me."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave.

But before she even left, she suddenly turned around, her brows furrowed as she asked, "If... Senior Brother really ascends to become an immortal someday, a lot of time will have passed. When he returns to his hometown, I wonder if he will still remember Junior Sister?"

Chen Mu smiled and said loudly: "Junior sister's love, Chen Mu will never forget it!"

Hearing this, She Yingtan smiled brightly, nodded, and walked forward more than ten steps with light steps.

Suddenly, she turned around and smiled at him, her eyes as clear as autumn water, fixed on the man's eyes.

"If there is a next life, Junior Sister will definitely rely on Senior Brother!"

The dark green skirt swayed, and she walked away step by step, disappearing into the darkness of the night sky.

That bright voice still echoes beside the clear spring.

Chen Mu didn't move for a long time.

Standing under the moonlight, his eyesight was already unmatched by ordinary people, but no matter how hard he looked, he could no longer see the disappearing figure...

The next morning, Chen Mu bid farewell to all the cultivators of Zhao State and set off for Fushan Changhe with only Xiao Qi.

Just as Niu Dali said before, for him, Shuiyunjian in Zhao State is his "home", while Fushan Changhe is the real place where he learned from his master.

As for the Black and White Dao Palace in Zhongzhou, it was more like a place of "authority." Although not close, one would eventually have to go there, and it was indispensable...

Almost at the same time as he set off, Fushan Changhe received the news, and just like Shuiyunjian, they again mobilized their forces to prepare to meet him.

From this, it can be seen that Tian Xing Lao Dao is particularly "greedy". Not only does he want to keep the title of "master's place", he also wants Chen Mu to feel the same sense of "home"...

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Near the Fuyun Mountain in Beiyuan, a green light flew through the sky. It was not fast, but it was stable.

A middle-aged Taoist priest who looked to be about forty years old and dressed in a green robe walked in the light.

Beside him stood a seven or eight-year-old girl with a pigtail, red lips and white teeth, who looked particularly clever and cute.

At this moment, she was holding the Taoist's clothes tightly, feeling the whistling wind passing by her ears, looking at the light under her feet and the mountains and hills passing by, her expression was filled with both fear and excitement.

The middle-aged Taoist priest had a smile in his eyes. He could have used his magic to form a shield and not attack with the wind, but in order to train the courage of this new disciple, he deliberately flew like this.

After the girl got over her initial anxiety and nervousness, she became bolder. Not only did she loosen her grip slightly, she also lay on the light and shouted towards the people below.

The middle-aged Taoist priest laughed and stroked his beard when he saw this, but did not try to stop it.

In his opinion, the mind of a child should be free and unrestrained like this. Once they return to the sect, all they have to do all day is absorb spiritual energy and practice meditation. However, it will be difficult for them to express their spirituality like this.

The two walked for several hours. Although the girl was still excited and found everything interesting, she was still not fully grown, so she was inevitably a little tired.

The middle-aged Taoist priest reached out and touched her head, his eyes showing concern as he said, "Zhu'er, the journey isn't far. Just bear with it a little longer. This time, the master is returning to the mountain, and as a disciple of Nanming, I must hurry back as soon as possible."

Nanming Mountain is Chen Mu's Taoist temple in the long river of Fushan.

The disciples of Nanming are naturally from the Lingyuan lineage.

It turned out that this Taoist priest was named Weng Heguang, and he was Meng Yuewei's second disciple.

Because his talent was not outstanding, he was still in the middle stage of foundation building after practicing Taoism for more than 40 years, so he asked to go out and travel.

Earlier, he had accidentally found a good disciple in Fuyun Mountain. When he was about to send a message to his master to ask for permission, his master came first and sent a message saying that the legendary master was about to return to the mountain and asked him to return quickly.

Although he was not worldly-wise, he knew that the reason why the disciples of Nanming Sect could cultivate peacefully without worrying about resources was because of this great-grandmaster whom he had never met.

With respect in his heart and following his master's urgent orders, he hurried back to the mountain gate, not daring to delay for a moment.

At this time, the little girl named Zhu'er looked up and asked, "Can Grand Master also fly like a bird like Master?"

Weng Heguang laughed heartily, tapped the little girl's forehead, and said, "Your great-grandmaster is a Yuanying Daoist. It's said that he can move mountains and seas with a wave of his hand and leap thousands of miles in a single day. How can your master's level of cultivation compare to that?"

Zhu Er frowned slightly and asked curiously, "Is that the Great Master the immortal master that my parents mentioned?"

Weng Heguang shook his head, but then he smiled and said, "Even if he's not a true immortal, for people like me, he's not much different."

He looked at the girl with great anticipation and said, "Zhu'er, you should practice well in the future. My teacher's journey will come to an end, but I will do my best to train you. I hope that one day you will be able to travel between heaven and earth like my master..."

Zhu Er didn't know how difficult it was, so she nodded solemnly and said, "Master, don't worry. My parents told me when they came that I must practice hard and be filial to you when I grow up."

"Hahaha……"

Weng Heguang nodded and laughed, and then seeing that Zhu'er was in low spirits, he patted her on the back of the head, making her fall asleep, and then he focused on controlling the light and moving forward.

After walking for a few more hours, it was getting dark. In addition, his magic power was depleted. He was worried about encountering evil cultivators, so he prepared to choose a place to rest for the night.

But soon after he descended, he looked at the road ahead, counted secretly with his fingers, and smiled, thinking to himself: "I didn't expect that after not returning to the mountain for several years, the three sects would actually gather here."

The three sects he mentioned were naturally Xuantian Mansion, Fushan Changhe and Feixing Taoist Palace.

Over the past few decades, the evil cultivators have spread throughout the entire Taiyi Xuanling Realm, and Beiyuan is no exception.

But unlike the scattered East China Sea, the three sects in Beiyuan are united and join forces with other sects to resist the invasion of the demonic cultivators.

However, Beiyuan is so vast that even they cannot defend it all, so at first they only connected the perimeters of the three sects and set up a large formation bit by bit to prevent the evil cultivators from entering.

Now, decades later, I didn't expect that even here there would be traces of formations...

Weng Heguang smiled and immediately had an idea.

He jumped onto a rock, took out a talisman from his sleeve, and threw it down. The talisman actually passed through the surface of the rock and disappeared in an instant.

He was not surprised. After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, he saw the rocks below rumbling and a huge stone turtle crawling out from it. On its back were several cushions engraved with flying star patterns.

It glanced at the two of them and spoke in human language, "I am the twenty-three-year-old Rongshou of Fuqiu Mountain. I have been summoned by the talisman. May I ask where you two are going?"

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(End of this chapter)