Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 130 129 Turning Point
Pingdingshan.

The mountains and forests in early summer are lush and green, with a deep blue color, which makes people feel like traveling and enjoying the scenery.

But if you come closer and enter the mountain, you will find strangely that halfway up the mountain, there is silence.

There was no sound of insects or birds, only the occasional rustling of branches in the wind.

On the narrow road, the air was occasionally distorted, as if it was being scorched by high temperature. It seemed that a red bird was faintly seen circling, but it disappeared in a flash.

Deep in the thatched cottage, in a cave, Taiyi Zhenren was stroking his son's tombstone.

It looked like just an ordinary piece of bluestone, but its upper and lower parts were very smooth and round, as if it had been carefully polished.

This is especially true where the name of the tombstone owner is written.

"It's really strange that we can't find any trace of the wind wheel."

"You stole this magic treasure, but you don't dare to use it?"

"Does this little thief know my identity?"

His white beard twitched, and the expression on his face was not pretty.

Apart from alchemy and his son, there are few things that can make Taiyi Zhenren patient.

He was very upset because he had no clues for half a month.

Top-grade magic treasures were not particularly precious to him, but Hot Wheels held a special meaning to him.

But even though he had clearly made some preparations in several of his son's belongings, he couldn't feel anything now.

Who is it?

He walked slowly out of the cave. Outside the flat roof, there was fog and mist, but no bird dared to approach.

It was deserted, like a deserted cemetery.

"Brother Taiyi!"

Hearty laughter broke the silence. Monk Qieci came down the mountain with a cloth bag on his shoulder and his back to the dim morning light.

Compared to when he left half a month ago, he seemed to have not changed much, still chubby and smiling.

"Um"

Taiyi Zhenren responded casually, but this time he did not set out tables, chairs or tea.

When Qieci reached the top of the mountain, he knew the other party's strange temper and was not annoyed.

He reached into the cloth bag with his chubby hand and pulled out a narrow-mouthed white porcelain bottle. The glaze was like jade and it exuded a lustrous luster.

Taiyi Zhenren reached out to take it, weighed it, and was quite surprised.

"That's quite a lot of nectar. You're really generous."

Qici waved his hand and said, "It's not me who is generous, it's Li Yisheng."

"Are you friends with that Bishamon in the north?"

Taiyi became interested, "Want to help the dragon?"

"It is Yuhua Temple that wants to support Long," Qici sneered.

"Don't you know what a Jiedushi is? I don't have any friendship with them."

"It's just that I happened to save a plague when I passed by Hedong last time. Even if Li Yisheng doesn't expect to win me over, he still wants Yuhua Temple to express its gratitude."

"Be it Li Yisheng or Zhu Quanzhong, they are all birds of a feather."

"But compared to the adulterous Prince Liang, Prince Jin is more or less a decent person."

Upon hearing this, Taiyi Zhenren couldn't help but burst into laughter, and his white beard shook up and down.

"Good Budai Monk! I don't care what you say about the common people in the world, at least you are frank and kind, and I like that."

Monk Qieci also smiled and said, "Then may I trouble you to do me another favor?"

"Say!"

Taiyi took the white porcelain bottle and waved his hand, and the table, chairs and tea set were the same as last time.

Monk Qieci came twice and figured out some of the patterns.

If the other person is in a good mood, he will be given tea; if he is in a bad mood, he will be kicked out.

"He's really moody and has no respect for hospitality."

Monk Qieci thought about it and took out a jade box from his cloth bag.

When it was opened, there were ten ruby-like fruits inside, and the yellow flowers on them were even still there, looking so beautiful and tempting, as if they had just been picked from the branches.

"Danmu Fruit? You want me to make a pill?"

Taiyi raised an eyebrow, "Duanxu Pill?"

"We are at a level where we can't use him. Is your disciple a cripple?"

Qi Ci couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Brother, if you don't know what to say, don't speak."

"This pill is for my apprentice, but it's not for him to use. It's for someone else to use."

"Can even the murderous and brutal Hotei Myo-o be so considerate?"

Taiyi has never been kind to people who ask for elixirs, but Qici's straightforward personality does not disgust him.

"There are still many things that Daoist brother doesn't know."

This pill is prepared for Shi Tie.

It is true that Monk Qieci is old-fashioned and strict when it comes to accepting disciples, but he also has his own rules for testing his disciples.

He hated his master the most, who tested him one after another just for the sake of testing.

He called it tempering one's will, but in fact, he saw it as the suffering he had experienced, and he had to let his disciples have a taste of it.

Qici certainly put Li Cunxiao under a lot of tests, but the lesson he learned was that in order to train disciples, one must be targeted and have both rewards and punishments.

This intermittent pill is the reward prepared for future disciples.

"I'm a little curious about what kind of brilliant young man this is that has caught your attention so much.

Seeing Taiyi's thoughtful look, Qici immediately became alert.

The excellent successor that we have finally found cannot be snatched away by others.

He opened his mouth and changed the subject.

"Oh, Brother Dao, when I was a young novice monk, I once heard that when Emperor Taizong of our dynasty captured the capital Daxing, Emperor Yang of the Former Zhou Dynasty rode a dragon boat and took away the treasures from the national treasury and the inner treasury."

Taiyi didn't care much about Qici's little thoughts and replied casually:

"Yes, it is rumored that he fled in a hurry, but died on the way."

"The dragon boat and treasure disappeared without a trace, and there are many different theories about the treasure, with four suspected hiding places."

"Zhuozhou in Hebei Province, Daizhou in Hedong Province, Yangzhou in Huainan Province, and Songzhou in Henan Province."

"It is said that the flat-topped mountain below us may also be a possibility."

As he spoke, he suddenly sighed.

"But after all these years, I still haven't found it."

"It is rumored that the most secret book of Taoism at that time, the 'Dongxuan Section' of the Three Caverns Sutra, was also on that dragon boat."

"The Dao of Alchemy is extremely important. If I could witness the creation of the universe, my life would be worthwhile."

Maybe there is a chance to bring Zhaer back to life.
The rest of the sentence was not spoken, but this might be the reason why he set up his son's cenotaph in Pingdingshan.

Unfortunately, after so many years, nothing has changed except the golden lotus growing little by little.

"But why did I hear that there were secret Buddhist scriptures on the dragon boat?"

After Qi Ci said this, the two of them stared at each other for a moment.

"Stop talking nonsense! Give me the reward. If I'm not satisfied, you can go back to where you came from with this fruit." Taiyi Zhenren returned to his moody look. Monk Qici did as he was told and pulled out a piece of cloth from his bag. The former immediately smiled.

"A purple gold robe again? There are probably hundreds of purple gold robes in the world. I think Emperor Wuzong was right to destroy Buddhism."

After all, Monk Qieci is a Buddhist, and he feels a little embarrassed when his dark history is exposed.

"This isn't some third-rate item Empress Wu gave out when she was a sycophantic Buddhist. It's a personal spiritual object of a truly great person."

"Look for yourself, this Buddha light, this Zen chanting"

Taiyi was amused by his embarrassment and was no longer embarrassed after hearing this.

"According to the rules, you should prepare two copies of the materials for me, but I'm in a good mood, so I'll give you a break."

After saying that, he took out a small nine-story exquisite tower from his wide sleeves.

With a flick of the finger, a small black dot suddenly flew out from the window the size of a fingernail.

Then it grew rapidly and instantly turned into a flesh worm two meters in size.

This fleshworm is covered in dark red wrinkles, with circles of wrinkles running from head to tail. The head and tail can only be distinguished by its open mouth with sharp spiral teeth.

"A fifth-level demon, an earthworm. Its limbs can be broken, but it can regenerate instantly. It's perfect for refining the Suspension Pill."

With a casual wave of his hand, as if with an invisible blade, the fleshy worm called eel was instantly cut into the same number of pieces of meat as the danmu fruit.

The insect wailed, but Taiyi Zhenren threw it back into the tower with a wave of his hand.

With his five fingers twisting and clenching, the piece of meat floating in the air instantly vaporized, and turbid mist rose up, leaving only ten crystal water droplets the size of thumbs.

"go with!"

With the sword pointing together, the crystal water droplets accurately fell into the ten fruits.

At this moment, the yellow flower suddenly opened and grew larger, wrapping the red fruit inside.

In Qici's eyes, the inside of the flower bud was like a furnace, being reborn in the invisible flame.

After a while, ten yellow flowers slowly bloomed, withered and disappeared, and ten red pills appeared, with white milk flowing in the center.

It doesn't look like a pill refined by fire, but rather like a creation of nature.

"Brother Dao's alchemy skills have reached the highest level, and are truly breathtaking."

Taiyi didn't care about Qici's exclamation. He took five pills and put them into a porcelain bottle he had taken out from somewhere.

This is his labor fee.

"What insights can you laymen offer besides lamenting?"

Qi Ci chuckled nonchalantly, put the jade box away again and put it into the cloth bag.

"My opinion is that Brother Dao's Linglong Pagoda is at most just a demon bag, far inferior to Li Yisheng's relic pagoda."

"This is a knockoff, how can it compare to the real thing? Go away, don't bother me!"

Taiyi's face suddenly darkened. The fat monk immediately turned around with the cloth bag and disappeared in a few seconds.

The top of the mountain became quiet again. Taiyi Zhenren sat on the chair, his fingers unconsciously turning the teacup.

Wisps of hot steam rose from the cup, changing shape until they were blown away by the air currents in the sky, revealing the fully risen sun.

He suddenly sighed, and somehow thought of what Monk Qieci had just said.

"Disciple?"

"If we can find the guy who subdued Feng Lun, can we give him a chance?"

Taiyi had never accepted the possibility that Fenglun was subdued by a lucky young man by accident.

After all, the Hot Wheels were made by him personally. With his pride, he certainly wouldn't think that anyone could surpass his skills.

But when Budai Monk mentioned the stupa and the Linglong Pagoda, he was reminded again.

I am not the best in the world, and I will never make mistakes.

If he had always been able to control everything, his son would not have left him.
When he thought of this, sadness surged again like a tide, and he couldn't help but want to go back to his son's grave and talk quietly for a while.

Taiyi suddenly felt a sense of irony.

"Things that I once avoided, I now crave, people."

"Senior! Senior Taiyi!"

A faint cry reached Taiyi's ears. He didn't know what he sensed, and the expression on his face suddenly became restrained and indifferent.

He walked to the top of the mountain and looked at the Vermillion Bird halfway up the mountain, which had appeared out of nowhere and was spewing flames.

The red flames flowing like a waterfall submerged the narrow road. A man with a green face and fangs could not move forward and could only shout loudly at the intersection.

"Why does it look familiar?"

Taiyi exclaimed, and made a gesture with his fingers. The Vermillion Bird on the mountainside suddenly stopped breathing, swooped down, and grabbed the Yaksha who had no time to dodge.

The huge wings flapped and it rose to a mountain hundreds of feet high in an instant.

Zhang Lishi was unable to dodge and stumbled to the ground. Even his red hair and green face disappeared, and he was left with only half a pair of pants.

But when he saw the mighty old Taoist not far away, his face was immediately filled with ecstasy.

"Senior Taiyi, it really is you!"

He did not sleep the whole night, tossing and turning, thinking about his unborn child, the eagerly awaiting Yuanjue, his disciples and daughter who had great prospects but had not yet grown up.

A thousand thoughts came to his mind, he thought for a long time, and finally realized it.

One's own power is limited, and no major changes can be made in a short period of time;
Yuanhua's strength can be used, but it is unknown how long Abbot Dezheng's special care can last.

In this helpless situation, he once again thought of the beginning of his rise in life.

After the failure of that mountain climbing attempt, Zhang Lishi did not give up and continued to pay close attention to Pingdingshan.

Not long ago, he heard that the strange wind on the mountain disappeared, and was replaced by flames falling from the sky.

At that time, he thought, could it be that Senior Taiyi had finally arrived, which caused all these changes?

So, in the morning, after asking his disciples to chat with his wife to relax, he found an excuse and secretly rode his horse to Pingdingshan.

What surprised him was that although he still could not climb the mountain on his own, he finally met the senior he had been thinking about day and night.

"Oh, I remember now, are you the boy from thirty years ago?"

Taiyi Zhenren looked at Zhang Lishi for a long time before he reconciled the reckless and hardworking young man in his memory with the mature but tired middle-aged man in front of him.

"Yes, I am already over fifty years old, but the senior still looks as charming as ever."

Zhang Lishi looked at the old Taoist priest whose appearance had not changed at all compared to thirty years ago, and felt a lot of emotions in his heart.

Even though he was a warrior with a green face and fangs, he would still be injured and old, while the other party was like the immortal god in the storybook.

"It's hard for you to master two martial arts and still be able to break through the Huangting."

He didn't need to use a bone mirror. Just by looking at the true energy that Zhang Lishi had just used to fight the flames, he could feel the disharmony.

He casually took out the cassock that Monk Qieci had just taken and threw it at Zhang Lishi.

"Forget it, it's fate that we meet. You can put on this cassock and go down the mountain."

"With it, at least you won't go crazy when you inhale and exhale your true energy, and you'll be able to reach Huangting perfection before you die."

Having said that, Taiyi Zhenren turned around and walked towards the thatched cottage.

Zhang Lishi was suddenly panicked. He had finally walked up to the other person, but it was not for the robe.

Even after acquiring this item, an unprecedented tranquility came over him, making him peaceful and stable.

He knew in his heart that what the other party said was true. With this cassock, achieving Huangting perfection would not be a problem.

But he immediately took off his robes, folded them and presented them to the master, saying respectfully:
"Senior, I'm not here to ask for anything. I've found the genius you mentioned back then, the one you can truly entrust your legacy to!"

(End of this chapter)