The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 79 Dislocation of Time and Space
"...Fortunately, Junior Brother Xibai responded appropriately and released the Five Elements Barrier Formation in time to protect us. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous!"

"Fellow Daoist Zhang is so young, yet he has already mastered the Golden Light Curse and Thunder Method to such a high level. For the next thirty years, I'm afraid he will still be the leader of the three talisman sects in Longhu Mountain!"

"The Human Heavenly Master's Mansion has the Heavenly Master's Degree, how can this be compared?"

Just as a group of Maoshan Taoists gathered together to celebrate their survival, Wang Wen rushed over like a gust of wind, shouting, "Master, help me!"

Taoist Ji Liang stepped out from the crowd, bewildered, and asked, stroking his beard in confusion, "Erhu, why are you so frightened?"

Wang Wen braked suddenly and stopped in front of him. He stretched out his hand nervously and showed him: "Master, look..."

Before he finished speaking, a golden lightning as thick as a thumb burst out from his palm, crackling and giving Taoist Ji Liang's neatly combed beard a tin foil perm.

Taoist Ji Liang was shocked so much that his whole body trembled violently, his eyes bulged out, and he pointed at Wang Wen's palm and kept saying "kuai kuai kuai" for several seconds but couldn't make any sense.

"Such a pure Crimson Palace Thunder!"

A middle-aged Maoshan Taoist priest with a square face and long ears looked at the lightning dancing in Wang Wen's palm in surprise. He looked at Wang Wen carefully again, then looked at Ji Liang with some hesitation and said, "Senior Brother Jingxu, this Taoist fellow is..."

He actually wanted to ask what the relationship between Wang Wen and the Tianshi Mansion was.

But looking at Wang Wen's unfamiliar face, he didn't dare to ask... He was afraid that Wang Wen was the illegitimate child of the Zhang family.

Almost all the major Taoist sects in the Great Zhou Dynasty have inherited the art of thunder magic, but most of them are the art of "inviting thunder" rather than the art of "acting thunder".

The so-called "inviting thunder" means to open an altar and make a petition, using one's own mountain gate to show face in front of the gods of thunder in heaven, and ask for the next thunder to protect justice and ward off evil!

The art of "walking on thunder" is to practice on one's own and develop a spell with thunder attributes. The power of the spell is determined by the practitioner's own level of cultivation.

In the world where the heaven is high in the sky and humans and gods live together, the technique of "inviting thunder" is naturally faster and more powerful. After all, all the gods of thunder are ancestors who played with thunder. Who among the cultivators in the world can compare with them?
But in an age when the heaven is far away and the gods and immortals have disappeared, the art of "thunder" is more useful. After all, it is something that one has cultivated with great effort. Regardless of its power, it is at least stable!
Among the few "thunder" techniques in the Great Zhou, the Five Thunders Orthodox Method of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain is recognized as the strongest.

To be more precise, the thunder magic passed down by various Taoist lineages almost all respect Zhang Daoling, the founder of Zhengyi, as their ancestor!
This is also why, when Zhang Yunxiu saw Wang Wen's Yin Lei, he asked where his thunder method came from...

"you you you……"

Taoist Ji Liang had no time to pay attention to his fellow apprentice's questions. He was so excited that he almost poked Wang Wen's face with his finger: "How did you do that?"

Wang Wen scratched his head. "If I knew what was going on, I wouldn't have come to ask you for advice... Could it be that being struck by lightning can upgrade my thunder magic?"

He pinched his chin thoughtfully and said, "The first time, it seems that I was struck by lightning, which allowed me to successfully comprehend the palm thunder. This time, I was also struck by lightning, which caused the thunder method to mutate... Could this be the correct way to practice the thunder method?"

He felt he had understood it all!
"Bullshit!"

Taoist Ji Liang cursed excitedly, "Who practices thunder magic by getting struck by lightning? The purpose of practicing Taoism is to quickly escape the cycle of reincarnation and ascend to heaven. To risk one's life and risk one's own life just for a single technique, isn't that putting the cart before the horse?"

"Don't get excited, old man. If you have something to say, let's talk slowly. I'm not running away. If you don't understand, we men will slowly study it..."

Seeing that his face and ears were red with excitement, Wang Wen quickly spoke to comfort him, fearing that the old man would faint from excitement.

The honest middle-aged Taoist priest beside him gradually figured out what was going on. He looked at Wang Wen with a startled expression and whispered, "From what I hear, Taoist friend, you're suggesting that... your thunder magic wasn't cultivated through hard work, but was rather caused by a lightning strike?"

"If that were all, I wouldn't be so out of control..."

Taoist Ji Liang stroked his chest repeatedly, trying to accept this reality: "To be honest with Junior Brother Jingfeng, the thunder method practiced by this Wang Shaoqiu was taught by me more than a month ago!"

"More than a month ago?"

The honest middle-aged Taoist priest recoiled in shock, looking at the old Taoist Ji Liang in disbelief. He scratched his ear vigorously and asked, "Brother, did you make a slip of the tongue? You said ten years ago but more than a month ago?"

"Unbelievable, right?"

Faced with his junior fellow apprentice's incredulous expression, Taoist Ji Liang suddenly felt relieved. Baring his two blackened front teeth, he chuckled, "But this isn't the most baffling thing. I don't even believe it myself, but the truth is... a quarter of an hour ago, Wang Shaoqiu used a water mine!"

"This is impossible!"

The honest middle-aged Taoist was stunned for a second before he flatly denied it, "Absolutely impossible. Junior Brother, you've been practicing for nearly twenty-five years, and I've only heard of people transforming Crimson Palace Thunder into Dirty Water Thunder. I've never heard of anyone truly transforming Dirty Water Thunder into Crimson Palace Thunder. Who has that ability? Why not just achieve the Pure Yang Immortal Body directly?"

"I've told you everything. You won't believe it if I tell you."

Taoist Ji Liang calmly folded his hands and chuckled, "Actually, I don't believe this myself... but it's actually true. If you don't believe me, go ask the Si Tianwei. They all saw Wang Shaoqiu use the water mine with their own eyes."

The honest middle-aged Taoist priest scratched his ears again, and asked in a state of shock mixed with disbelief, "Brother, you didn't lie to me?"

After Wang Wen learned the name "Jiang Gong Lei" from the two brothers, he no longer cared about what they were talking about.

After racking his brains for a long time, he tentatively asked, "Master, let's talk about the possibility that I am generating yang from yin? Isn't there a saying that goes 'solitary yin cannot produce, solitary yang cannot grow'?"

"Is it possible that my kidney water energy was too dark, so dark that my water-digested thunder turned black and colorful? And then that showy pretty boy's crimson palace thunder struck me... Hey? Guess what? With a 'swoosh' sound, it ignited!"

After he said this, both the old Taoist Ji Liang and the honest middle-aged Taoist priest looked thoughtful.

Soon, Taoist Ji Liang nodded and said, "That's a possibility."

The honest middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head and said, "But it's as difficult as ascending to heaven!"

Elder Ji Liang said, "To achieve the state of Yin generating Yang, you must first cultivate your thunder technique to perfection. The palm thunder technique you've cultivated has already traced back to the orthodox path of the Five Thunders. Even if you have extraordinary bones and outstanding talent, it will be difficult to cultivate this thunder technique to perfection without ten to twenty years of hard practice!"

The honest middle-aged Taoist said, "Secondly, you must be born in a Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, Yin hour, with a pure Yin fate, and a body of extreme Yin, with the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit all returning to Yin. Only then can you hope to achieve an extreme Yin fate, where Yin can generate Yang. But let alone an extreme Yin fate, even a pure Yin fate and an extreme Yin body are signs of premature death. Even if you were born a girl, it would be difficult for you to live past the age of 15, let alone a young man full of vigor and vitality."

Ji Liang said: "In addition to this, we also need to use the power of the formation to harmonize yin and yang..."

They say it's complicated...

But Wang Wen still understood that in order to achieve the state of "yin giving birth to yang", one must add yin to yin, the more yin the better.

Then he thought again...his entire body was made of things from the underworld, without any items from the human world.

Soul? His soul has been cultivated into a ghost god and sits on the position of the county god, so why is it still in the underworld?
Body?

Although this body is still alive and well, he has not forgotten that he is the second owner of this body.

Add to that the water-based thunder he had already mastered to great perfection, the Yin Qi accumulated from frequently interacting with ghosts with his physical body, and the Yin spirits entering and leaving the City God's domain...

Thinking from this perspective, it seems strange that he cannot generate yang from yin!

I guess the four pillars of pure yin destiny and the extremely yin body are just drizzle compared to him!
"Since it's impossible for 'yin to generate yang'..."

Wang Wen nodded seriously: "Then it can only be that the Grand Master is giving me food in the dark... Oh, I should do less good deeds in the future. It's too eye-catching, and it will be difficult for the Grand Master himself!"

Faced with such a ridiculous reason, the old Taoist Ji Liang and the honest middle-aged Taoist priest looked at each other and nodded with envy.

People are always willing to believe what they want to believe.

Obviously, compared to believing in Wang Wen, a lively and energetic man, the negative will produce the positive.

They would rather believe that Wang Wen is being rewarded by his ancestors!

Furthermore, the precedent of the Grand Master rewarding one's family with food is not uncommon in all major Dharma lineages. Even in the modern era, where the Grand Masters have passed away for over three hundred years, the major sect leaders occasionally receive some guidance or enlightenment from the Grand Masters in their dreams...

'But, why not uh?'

Taoist Ji Liang felt lost for a long time with mixed feelings, but when he saw Wang Wen pull out a small folding bronze mirror from somewhere and look at himself in the mirror while fixing his hair, he suddenly felt a sense of schadenfreude in his heart.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed pretentiously, and after Wang Wen looked over, he said earnestly, "Erhu, you must not let down the Grandmaster. From now on, you must clean up your act and become a new person. For example, never set foot in that place of fireworks again!"

"In the past, when you practiced Dirty Water Thunder, it wasn't a big deal if you occasionally broke the rules. But now you've switched to practicing Crimson Palace Thunder. If you set foot in such a filthy place again..."

He deliberately prolonged his tone and gave Wang Wen a look that said "you know what I mean."

"Snapped."

The small bronze mirror in Wang Wen's hand fell to the ground silently. He moved his lips and asked tremblingly, "Yes, what will happen?"

He hadn't thought of this before, but when Master Ji Liang mentioned it, he immediately remembered: "Buhao, I came here for my happiness in the second half of my life!"

Taoist Ji Liang sighed on the surface, but in reality, he was overjoyed and raised his hand towards him. He put his five fingers together, then made a sound verbally and suddenly opened his hand: "Pa!"

"I……"

Wang Wen's eyes suddenly widened, his expression even more horrified than when Taoist Ji Liang saw the golden thunder erupting from his palm. "What the hell?"

Taoist Ji Liang was pleased by his look. He flicked his sleeves, turned around, and took his junior brother with him, returning to the chattering Maoshan disciples.

Wang Wen was left alone, standing there blankly, his eyes slowly losing all their luster... The sky seemed to be falling!
……

The group hurried and finally arrived at the Maoshan Sect camp before nightfall.

It’s more like a military camp than a camp.

Wang Wen also didn't know how many high-level masters like Ji Liang Laodao the Maoshan Sect had assigned to the various prefectures to guard the Heavenly Guard.

Anyway, after he arrived at the Maoshan Sect's camp, he saw no less than a thousand Sitian Guards in the camp. Judging from the flags, they were from Chuzhou, Luzhou, Xuanzhou, Hongzhou, etc.!
So many soldiers, with no direct connection to each other, gathered together, most of them new to the area and unfamiliar with the surroundings, and the noise in the not-so-spacious camp was like a market. Even if the generals of the Tianwei Guards in various places shouted at them at the top of their lungs, it was of little use...

Wang Wen, who was still immersed in the boy's skill, didn't worry about it at all.

After he led his men to the Maoshan Sect camp, he threw all his soldiers to Xu Ergou to settle down, and found a warm campfire to sit down, staring blankly at the outline of Huangshan Mountain that appeared and disappeared in the night sky.

Come to think of it, maybe it was some kind of strange fate...

He had been to Huangshan, one of the famous Three Mountains and Five Peaks, in his previous life.

He still remembers that at that time, several local friends from Anhui tried their best to get him to climb Mount Huangshan. Since he had a rare free time at that time, he just went there.

On the way, everyone agreed to take the cable car up and hike down. When they arrived at the destination, a stupid friend kept saying, "Since we are here, we should not leave any regrets," and insisted on urging them to climb up on foot.

They carried two large bags of water and dry food and climbed for more than seven hours before they reached Guangmingding. Along the way, it was that stupid friend who cried the loudest.

Even more exciting was that when we got to the top of the mountain, we couldn't book a room and it started to rain. We were shivering in the cold under the eaves of a hotel like beggars. We couldn't even get a seat in the public restroom against those special forces college students, so we had to walk back and forth to keep warm all night...

Despite that predicament, I just felt happy at the time.

When he recalls it now, even the faces of his good friends have become blurry, but he still remembers the joy and fun that they had at that time.

Now I revisit the old place, but things and people are different...

"I have blown the evening breeze that you have blown..."

Wang Wen hummed softly a distant ballad of which he only remembered a few lines, and savored the complex emotions that spread out in his heart like ripples, which he could not explain clearly.

"Big brother!"

Xu Ergou, who had just finished settling his brothers, hurriedly found Wang Wen and said, "The Maoshan Sect Leader has invited all the generals of the Tianwei Army to come over for a meeting. Taoist Ji specifically asked me to remind you not to be late..."

"You go in my place!"

Wang Wen waved his hand lazily at him: "Just come back and tell me the result!"

(End of this chapter)