Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 57 Knocking on the Master's Door
Just as Qi Yun and Xuan Qing were talking.

Wang Dashan, who was standing to the side, kept giving Song Laoshuan meaningful glances.

Seeing this, Song Laoshuan sighed heavily and glared at Song Laosan.

Song Laosan felt as if he had been granted a pardon and awkwardly moved back to his stool to sit down.

“However,” Xuan Qing changed the subject, his brows furrowing slightly, “Senior Brother is a bit too old-fashioned!”
Since I have allowed you to go down the mountain and return home, although it is not a formal training course, how can I not teach you some self-defense skills to navigate this dangerous world?

It's true that the older you get, the more confused you become!

It was truly wrong of you to be in danger unarmed!

Qi Yun's heart stirred, and he immediately followed up on the topic: "Uncle-Master, after this ordeal, I deeply feel that although I have some strength, I have no way to protect myself and am helpless in the face of trouble."

My senior uncle's cultivation is profound; I would be most grateful if he could impart to me a few techniques for self-defense and survival!

Xuan Qing smiled and readily agreed: "This is a small matter, of course it's no problem."

He then solemnly instructed, "However, you must remember that martial arts are ultimately just minor skills for self-defense and protection. Do not become obsessed with them and neglect the essentials for the trivial."

The fundamental principle of my Five Viscera Theory is the true path to heaven!
This is fundamental and cannot be shaken.

A mischievous smile flashed in his eyes. "Also, when you go back and see your master, you must never say that I taught you!"
Otherwise, that old Taoist priest will definitely come looking for me and make a scene, and I can't afford to offend his abbot's temper!

"Disciple understands! I would never dare to mention it!" Qi Yun readily agreed.

He then tentatively asked, "Uncle-Master, once you've finished your business here, would you like to return to the Five Organs Temple with me?"

Xuanqing smiled and waved his hand: "My path is different from your master's. Besides, if I go back, I'll have to listen to his nagging. It's better to be carefree outside."

I will return to the mountain to visit at the end of the year. However, I have some business to attend to in Sanyang Prefecture this time, so I may travel with my junior disciple for a while.”

Qi Yun felt reassured and completely at ease.

It's true that Qi Yun is the old Taoist's disciple, but he's not from this timeline.

The old Taoist priest doesn't recognize him at all. If Xuan Qing wants to go with him to see Xuan Ji Zi later, that will be troublesome!
Master Xuanqing turned his gaze to the restless Wang Dashan and Song Laosan, and said gently, "Gentlemen, if you have something to say, please speak frankly. I am tired and will be resting later."

But as for the matter of becoming a disciple, there's no need to mention it; this humble Taoist currently has no intention of accepting disciples!

Wang Dashan and Song Laosan exchanged a glance, and the hopeful light in their eyes dimmed.

Wang Dashan took a deep breath, stood up, and bowed deeply to Xuan Qing: "Master, we dare not hope to become your disciples."

However... even though Black Wind Stronghold has been destroyed, it's hard to guarantee that no one has escaped, and there's also the possibility that other powerful figures will emerge in the future.

I want to take advantage of this momentum and contact several surrounding villages to form a local militia to protect our villages!

But we farmers who toil in the soil have plenty of strength, but we have absolutely no ability to protect ourselves!

"Please, Taoist Master, have mercy and teach us a few practical martial arts moves, enough to scare away thieves and protect our wives, children, and elderly parents!"

Having said that, he knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the cold, muddy ground heavily. Old Man Song hurriedly knelt down as well.

Old Song's lips moved, and he also thought of getting up to plead.

Master Xuanqing raised his hand in a gesture of support: "Please rise, both of you. This matter..."

His gaze swept over the two faces, which were full of expectation and weathered by time. "Let me think about it."

"I'm tired today, we can discuss it again tomorrow."

He turned to Song Laoshuan and said, "Old man, please arrange a quiet farmhouse for me. I wish to have a long talk with my nephew and get to know him better."

"Hey! Good! Good! Daoist Master, Brother Qi, this way please!" Old Song hurriedly got up to lead the way, looking forward to tomorrow.

The noisy bonfire and feast were left behind as the three walked along the dirt road in the village into the deeper night.

The night breeze carried a chill, dispersing some of the aroma of wine and meat.

Suddenly, from the shadows by the roadside, the clear sound of a copper bell could be heard, "Ding-a-ling... Ding-a-ling..."

The donkey, with its well-proportioned frame and glossy coat, unexpectedly emerged from the darkness, its hooves making a light, quick sound.

Qi Yun chuckled: "You beast, you know how to find peace and quiet. I almost forgot about you!" He reached out to grab the reins.

But the donkey didn't come towards Qi Yun. Instead, it went straight to Master Xuanqing's side, affectionately rubbing its large head against the Taoist's gray robe sleeve, making a contented purring sound. "Ha!" Master Xuanqing laughed loudly, reaching out to gently stroke the donkey's smooth neck. "This donkey was born and raised at the Five Organs Temple. It came down the mountain to travel with me."

They are quite spiritual in their ability to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

The day before yesterday, I explored Black Wind Village and let it graze and rest on its own.

So... it was this that led you to me?

A mysterious light gleamed in his eyes as he looked at Qi Yun meaningfully, “Every drink and every bite, is it perhaps preordained?”

This mysterious interplay of cause and effect is truly wondrous.

Song Laoshuan nodded repeatedly, muttering, "Yes, it's God's mercy... God's mercy!"

Qi Yun's heart, however, was like a deep pool where a stone had been thrown in, rippling with waves.

Yes, cause and effect are intertwined; there is a divine will in the dark.

Previously, he encountered Xuanjizi when he went down the mountain, and this time he met Xuanqing.

All of these are inextricably linked to the concept of the five internal organs.

The will of Heaven is like a net, and cause and effect are intertwined. Where will it lead us?
Before long, a small farmhouse came into view, with earthen walls and a thatched roof, and it was fairly clean.

Old Song pushed open the creaking wooden door: "Master Daoist, Brother Qi, this is... this is the house left by my short-lived son... it's very simple, I'm sorry to have troubled you two!"

Master Xuanqing bowed and said, "For a cultivator, a roof over one's head is enough. How can one speak of feeling aggrieved? You have gone to great lengths, sir."

Old Song repeatedly said he dared not, and bowed to take his leave.

In the small courtyard, only Xuanqing, Qiyun, and the donkey that had wandered to the corner of the wall and was munching on grass were left.

"Master's nephew."

Master Xuanqing's gaze fell on Qi Yun, his warmth tinged with scrutiny. "The Five Organs Fist is a supreme internal cultivation technique that regulates the muscles, bones, and meridians, harmonizes the five internal organs and the five elements. With this as its foundation, ordinary external martial arts techniques will be much more effective."

Since you say you learned some martial arts when you were young, then show me what you've got.

Only after understanding the details can one effectively teach the craft.

"Yes, uncle."

Qi Yun took a deep breath of the cool night air, suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart, and walked to the center of the courtyard to stand still.

Qi Yun lowered his shoulders and elbows, his spine like a dragon lying on the ground, his chest slightly concave and his back straight, his feet neither too far apart nor too far apart, and he silently nailed himself to the solid mud ground in the Xingyi San Ti Shi (Three-Body Stance).

A deep and profound aura instantly replaced the lively atmosphere of the previous gathering, spreading outwards.

He moved.

There were no shouts, but the movements carried a heavy rhythm.

The chopping fist is like an axe, tearing through the night wind; the collapsing fist is like an arrow, the waist and hips twist like a taut bow, the forearm flicks, the fist strikes straight into the void, the air makes a short "pop" sound.

The drill punches are cunning and unpredictable, following closely to the ribs like a venomous snake emerging from its hole—silent yet ruthless and deadly.

The Cannon Fist is fierce and violent, with the shoulders sinking and the elbows dropping, the waist and stance moving in unison, and a punch thrown out is like a thunderclap that can destroy a mountain.

The horizontal punch is circular and round like a wheel, seemingly blocking and wrapping, sealing off doors and windows, defending while attacking, with continuous and unending power.

After demonstrating the Five Elements Fist techniques, Qi Yun then unleashed the deadly killing method that Zhao Yue had taught him in all his knowledge!
Now, as he unleashes his skills in this farmhouse courtyard, though he has no opponent, each move is aimed at the vital points of the human body he envisions.

Ruthless and concise.

After Qi Yun truly fed his fist technique with human lives, his moves now carried a hint of murderous intent.

He also found that the flow of Xingyi Quan in his body became smoother.

The previous sense of obstruction during the transition between moves vanished completely after being bathed in blood!

The footwork—stepping, stomping, grinding—and the body's movements—advancing, retreating, dodging, and sidestepping—are seamlessly integrated with the fist techniques.

With each exertion, white breath was exhaled from his mouth and nose.

(End of this chapter)