Ziwei Immortal Path

Chapter 97: Opening up the mountain and establishing the vein!
half a month later.

Hunan, a sea of ​​thousands of stars and islands, and an archipelago of smoky mountains and bright lights.

The morning light is dim.

On the side of Yanhuo Mountain, on the two islands, one in the south and one in the north, people are gathered, lights are hung and decorations are hung, and the atmosphere is full of joy.

A courtyard on Zhuzhao Peak.

Zhao Jiusheng was filled with emotion. He finished his meditation and called his younger brother. They both changed into crimson robes, looking quite festive. They left the yard early and rushed to the mountain gate from their lodgings.

The trees are lush and green, and the mountain gate on the winding mountain road has been completely renovated, with towering bluestone and flying eaves and corners. Zhao Jiusheng selected a hundred craftsmen from the villagers of Zhuzhao Village the day before yesterday and built it overnight.

The entire Smoke and Fire Archipelago has a total of eight islands, most of which are covered by mountains. Only four small islands in the south are connected by shallows. There are river valleys on the islands, the terrain is flat, and there are fields crisscrossing, where eight villages are gathered.

These eight villages seem to have eight people, but in fact there are only two surnames, one is Yang and the other is Li.

Coincidentally, each family has exactly four rooms, and each room is clustered together and lives on both sides of Chenshui Creek. Therefore, at first glance, it looks like there are eight villages.

Most of the villagers are relatives of the two families, or in-laws. There are some people from other families, but they are very few. Most of them are refugees who have fled from other islands and have some skills.

According to their two families, there are only two villages, one called Zhuzhao Village and the other called Zhuohua Village.

Because of this, the two island peaks originally located near the Heshang Yanhuo Gate, one south and one north of Yanhuo Mountain, were named Zhuohua Peak and Zhuzhao Peak respectively.

In the past few days, Zhao Jiusheng did not dare to slack off. He took his brother to get up early and go to bed late, walking through the streets and alleys of the village to investigate and survey the situation.

In about three days, the two brothers had a clear understanding of the entire situation of the fourth branch of the Zhuzhao Yang family and the fourth branch of the Zhuohua Li family, and finally reported it to the head of the family.

Although the four branches of the two surnames lived separately, they were still in harmony and each respected the eldest branch. Li Wenshuo, the eldest branch of the Zhuohua Li family, was over 40 years old. He was a down-and-out scholar who had studied for a few years and practiced martial arts for a few years.

In the early years, the Li family made a living in Buqi City in the ancient Liang Shenhua County in the north. They opened several sword shops and had a relatively rich family background. Unfortunately, because of the supply of a batch of weapons, they offended the Cao family, a big family in Buqi City and one of the six Buqi tribes. Overnight, the whole family was shattered and forced to flee. They left their hometown and headed south to the Fen Plain. Finally, after going through untold hardships, they arrived at Yanshan Mountain Light.

Yang Zhouyuan, the eldest son of the Yang family, who is over 70 years old and looks very old, came from Huangyang in the West many years ago. He converted to Buddhism when he was young and worked diligently in the Chen'ai Temple in Luoyi City, serving as a monk who guides guests for most of his life.

Unfortunately, things happen unexpectedly. The youngest brother in the family was gifted with telepathy. He practiced hard for forty years and planted the seeds of Bodhi. Eventually, he was trained by his master, the abbot of Chenhui Temple, Master Wuyuan, to become the Dharma body of [Yin Shen Huan She].

Because of his brother's disappearance without a reason, Yang Zhouyuan searched secretly for many years and finally discovered the secret. From then on, the world was turned upside down and his faith collapsed. However, because the whole family was firmly controlled by Chenhui Temple, he had to endure humiliation and struggle to survive.

Fortunately, at that time they met the wandering monk Li. With the help of Monk Li's lobbying, more than 40 members of the Yang family escaped from the clutches of the devil. In the end, they followed him all the way east and came to Yanshan Mountain Light, where they took root and spread out.

After listening to the stories of the two families, Zhao Jiusheng felt deeply saddened. Thinking back to his own experience, he felt a sense of sympathy for the two families. It was not surprising to think about it. If the family had not encountered a major change, no family would be willing to come to a place like Zhufenzhiye to make a living.

After all, whether it is Qingshen or Huangyang, they are supported by powerful forces behind them. Although the rules are strict, life is much more stable than on the Thousand Stars and Ten Thousand Islands Lake.

To put it bluntly, those who live alone in remote areas are forced to do so, unless they are picking chrysanthemums by the eastern hedge and expressing their feelings about the mountains and rivers.

Against the backdrop of the ancient trees, the newly built mountain gate looked majestic and magnificent. When the Zhao Jiusheng brothers arrived, two people were already standing at the foot of the mountain gate. The taller one had a thin face, while the shorter one had plump cheeks. They were Qinglan and Bailu, the two wandering cultivators subdued by Su Yanlu in Kongkong Mountain.

When they saw Brother Zhao Jiusheng, they hurried over to salute and said:
"Greetings to Masters Jiusheng and Jiulin!"

Zhao Jiusheng returned the greeting and said, "Seniors, please don't be so polite. From now on, we are all family. You can just call me and my brother by our names. I don't deserve the title of Young Master or not."

Taoist Bailu smiled and said:

"Master Jiusheng is indeed approachable, but you can't say that. Although Monk Qinglan and I are a few years older than you and have practiced for a few years earlier, the master family has established a branch of the sect here, and there is a hierarchy of respect and inferiority. You cannot overstep your bounds."

"Master Jiusheng, Master Jiulin, although you are young, you have served the master for many years and must have made many contributions. As the master's right-hand men, it is not an exaggeration to call you two masters!"

Monk Qinglan smiled and said, "Brother Bailu is absolutely right. We are new here and are extremely humbled. We hope Master Jiusheng will support us in the future!"

Zhao Jiusheng secretly laughed at what he heard. He felt that the two of them were being slick and flattering. However, what they said was quite useful. He stopped talking and just asked:

"Two seniors, I've been busy with the affairs of the Zhuohua and Zhuzhao families for the past few days. The family head is standing on the mountain today. That day, he asked you two to deliver business cards to various families in Nanhu. Have you completed all of that?"

Taoist Bailu smiled and said:

"Don't worry, Master Jiusheng. Monk Qinglan and I have been in Qianxing Wandao Lake for many years. Although we've only been here a short time, we know the South Lake Islands pretty well. We've already paid visits to Wuqi Island, Leiyin Temple, Yuyang Palace, Wenxin Island, Ganli Mountain, Langyan Mountain, Kongxian Mountain, and Niuer Mountain, as instructed by the Patriarch. We've also given them business cards and attached maps of the lake and islands. I'm sure everyone will come today to offer their congratulations!"

Monk Qinglan took out a token to break the formation, held it in his hand, and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, sir. The master has already made all the arrangements. I will be the guest-in-waiting monk today. Once the master writes his name on the mountain gate, I will go outside the formation and greet the guests."

Zhao Jiusheng listened to what the two said, counted carefully and found nothing was missing, and felt relieved. He turned to his brother Zhao Jiulin and said:

"Jiulin, wait until the patriarch has finished raising the mountain gate, and then you will follow him back to the main hall. The servants of the Fireworks Sect are all descendants of the Zhuohua and Zhuzhao families. They suffered a disaster before, and they all fled. Now they are back, and after all, they have a new master, so they are a little timid. You need to keep an eye on them and make sure they are more flexible and don't lose face in front of the other families."

"Don't worry, brother. Leave it to me."

Zhao Jiulin said, patting his chest.

Although Zhao Jiulin is young, he has been smart since childhood. It's a pity that he doesn't have telepathy. However, he was born in the family of the governor of Qinghui Town. He has been exposed to the food, clothing and daily life of this wealthy family since he was a child. For him, such entertainment matters are just a common occurrence.

The four of them gathered together, chatting amongst themselves, when someone in the sky smiled and said calmly:
"You guys are up so early?"

The voice was like a spring breeze, and they recognized the person by the sound. The four of them quickly stood still, bowed respectfully, and said in unison:
"See the head of the family!"

The person who came was naturally Xu Boyang. He smiled and said calmly:

"There's no need to be so formal since there are no outsiders here."

Today, Xu Boyang wore a moon-white robe with cloud patterns, his hair was neatly combed and pinned with a jade hairpin, a brocade belt with a gluttonous lion swallowing pattern was tied around his waist, and a silver satin ribbon was tied around his shoulder to wear the [Biyouxian], and his feet were wearing golden cloud boots. At first glance, he looked really handsome and elegant.

At this moment, he came with his hands behind his back and a sword, followed by two little children. They were Xu Boen and Xu Boxiao.

As soon as he landed, Xu Boyang put away [Floating Southern Flame], put his hands behind his back and looked up, then paced and looked at the newly built mountain gate, raised his eyebrows and smiled:
"Not bad, not bad, Jiusheng, you are thoughtful."

Zhao Jiusheng didn't dare to look up, and just said:
"Master, you are too kind. This mountain gate is a legacy that has been passed down for thousands of years. I am deeply honored to take on this important responsibility, fearing that I will disappoint everyone."

Xu Boyang looked at the neatly arranged stone plaque on the mountain gate, which was completely blank, and said with a smile, "Thousands of years? You're exaggerating. I'm afraid there isn't a family in this world that has stood for thousands of years. There are tens of thousands of immortal cultivation families in the country, and the Qingshen Taoist family alone is hundreds of thousands."

"Take Qingshen as an example. There are countless cultivators, but the lifespan of a Huangting Feathered Cultivator is no more than 400 years, and there are only a dozen or so. The lifespan of a Zifu True Immortal is no more than 800 years, and there is only one. So, let me ask you, over the past thousands of years, how many Huangtings and Zifus have there been in each family or sect?"

"I, Xu Boyang, dare not underestimate myself, nor do I dare to be blindly arrogant. If this mountain gate can stand for five hundred years, I will be satisfied."

"Amitabha."

Monk Qinglan clasped his hands together and said:

"The head of the family is well versed in worldly affairs, neither frivolous nor impetuous. He is a person of cultivation, and he has the heart of cultivation. In the future, he will surely have great blessings and great fortune."

Taoist Bailu wrinkled his thin smile and said, "The patriarch is young and promising. He's barely thirty, but he's already on track to establish his foundation. Given time, he'll surely achieve Huangting Dao. Five hundred years of family prosperity wouldn't be easy for him! It's too short!"

Xu Boyang had been with the two of them for a few days and had long known that they were used to the underworld and were sharp-tongued people who said one thing to one person and another to another. He smiled slightly when he heard this and ignored it. He only said to Xu Boen and Xu Boxiao:
"Born and Xiao, remember this: from today on, the name 'Smoke and Fire Mountain Light' will be obsolete. From now on, this is the only name left for this place."

After saying that, his body floated up lightly and flew to the stone plaque at the mountain gate. Two sword lights, one green and one red, flashed out. The sword energy was rampant, and at the same time, silver hooks and iron scratched, and stone chips fell all over the place.

Seeing Xu Boyang fly up into the air without any external aid, Zhao Jiusheng and Bai Lu Qinglan were slightly startled. They looked up together and saw him holding two swords of water and fire, wielding them with great vigor and dancing power, and writing words in one breath. Their faces changed slightly and they muttered to themselves.

Zhao Jiusheng opened and closed his mouth, muttering:
"This is the word 'Qin'...Qin...Longshan...Qinlongshan...From now on this place will be called Qinlongshan..."

Xu Boyang landed gracefully, put away his sword, and said with his hands behind his back:
"My family started out in humble beginnings, as a farming family in a small fishing village on the East China Sea. The village was called Qinlong. I engraved this name today with no intention of publicizing it. I simply hope it will serve as a warning to future generations, reminding them to be mindful of danger in times of peace and not forget their roots."

Xu Boen looked at the three words on the stone plaque, his heart pounding. After a moment, he burst into tears and bowed respectfully, saying:
"Brother, never forget your fathers and your original aspirations. Bourne, remember this!"

Xu Boxiao felt the same way, his eyes reddened, and he said, "Boxiao will remember this."

Xu Boyang walked closer and gently wiped away Xu Boen's tears with his sleeve, saying softly, "Silly child, today is a happy day, you can't cry."

Xu Boen burst into laughter and said, "Brother, I'm happy for my family!"

"Ah."

Xu Boyang looked up at the three characters "Qinlong Mountain" on the mountain gate, his eyes flashing, and said loudly:

"From now on, the three islands of Zhuohua Peak, Zhuzhao Peak, and Yanhuo Peak will be the headquarters of my Qinlong Mountain. Except for my family, you, and the servants serving on the mountain, all other mortals are forbidden to enter without permission."

"Also, Zhuohua Peak, the three surrounding islands, and Yanhuo Peak are the forbidden area at the back of Qinlong Mountain. No one is allowed to enter without my permission. Please keep this in mind!"

The Zhao brothers and Bailu Qinglan hurriedly bowed and said, "I will remember this."

Xu Boyang nodded in satisfaction, turned around and said, "Alright! Everything is ready! Today is the day I will capture Longshan and establish a mountain in the south of Wandao Lake. I ask everyone to fulfill their duties and perform their duties!"

Everyone agreed in unison.

Xu Boyang nodded, summoned [Floating Nanyan] and took Bourne and Boxiao with him, and flew away into the air.

After Xu Boyang left, Zhao Jiulin hurriedly climbed the stairs and headed towards the mountain. Zhao Jiusheng and Taoist Bailu each straightened their clothes and stood on either side of the mountain gate. Monk Qinglan glanced at the stone plaque and murmured:

"Qinlong Mountain...Qinlong Mountain..."

While muttering to himself, a red light flashed between his eyebrows, and he rose into the air and flew straight out of the formation.

Xu Boyang brought Xu Bo'en and Xu Boxiao back to the main hall in Zhuzhao Peak. The Su brothers and sisters were already in the hall. People were coming and going in the hall. Su Zilu was directing the servants to set up tables and cushions, and to display spiritual fruits, spiritual snacks, spiritual tea, and spiritual wine, and to light the incense burner. They were busy running around. Su Yanlu was alone, sitting in the main seat in front of the hall with a big belly, drinking tea.

Zhuzhao Peak has been run by Monk Li for many years and is quite large. Pavilions and towers are all finely carved and equipped with everything needed for food, clothing and daily necessities. In the past two or three days, Su Zilu had people clean it up. Some inappropriate Buddhist items were replaced with Taoist items.

As soon as Xu Boen and Xu Boxiao landed, they ran over and said, "Sister, let me help you!"

Su Zilu looked at the two of them through the veil and said with a sweet smile, "Okay! Help me check if everything is ready."

Xu Boyang looked at the table, which was filled with magical wine, cakes made from magical plants, fragrant magical tea, and colorful magical fruits. He felt a little distressed for a moment. He walked to the front of the hall and sat down, saying with a helpless smile:

"Brother Su, you and I made such a big fuss, and my family got all the fame, but in the end, it was your family who was left with the money. I really feel a little guilty."

"It doesn't matter, they are all worthless things."

Su Yanlu didn't care, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of spiritual tea, and said with a smile,

"Boyang, as the saying goes, courtesy comes before force. Know yourself and know your enemy. If your family makes this move today, I don't know how much effort you will save in the future."

Xu Boyang smiled bitterly and said, "I understand what Brother Su is trying to do, but I still feel it's a bit too ostentatious. Wouldn't it be too ostentatious and attract the attention of others?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out, but generally speaking, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages!"

Su Yanlu tilted her head back and drank a cup of tea, smiling,
"You have to understand that the world is bustling with people, all for profit. There are no friends without a reason, and there will be no enemies without a reason."

"You've never managed a household, so you don't know that the reputations of most forces in this land aren't earned through hard work, but through mutual praise. Flattery is unacceptable, and bluffing is essential. If you want to quickly gain a foothold in Wandao Hunan, you have to flatter each other!"

"We now have the great help of the Black Tooth Wolf Mo tribe. By leveraging their reputation in South Lake, we can quickly spread our own fame throughout South Lake. This will save you and me a lot of trouble in the future!"

"Even if you and I are not around anymore, as long as we mention the Xu family of Nanhu Qinlong Mountain, those with ill intentions, who are spying on us, will have to consider whether they can afford to offend us and weigh the pros and cons instead of actually spying on us."

Xu Boyang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he heard Su Yanlu's alternative theory which went against common sense. However, the truth was there and it seemed to be a shortcut. Now he had already decided to go to Yuchuan with Lang Mo Changge. In half a year at the least and a year and a half at the most, he would have to leave this place and return to Qingshen.

During this period, if they fail to quickly establish their influence in Nanhu and build a network of relationships, there is a real possibility that some ungrateful bandits will covet and target the two families at Qinlong Mountain.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand in everything, just be afraid of the eventuality.

If there really were some fearless villains who came to attack us or were targeting us from outside, or even deliberately provoked trouble, Qingshen was thousands of miles away from here, and we would be unable to reach him. It would be impossible for Bailu Qinglan, Zhao Jiusheng and the like to control the situation.

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