Two Realms: Starting with transmitting the Taiping Jing to Zhang Jiao

Zhang Jiao was in high spirits and walked ahead at a very fast pace.

Yi Chuan was two steps behind him, no more, no less, no matter how fast Zhang Jiao was, it was always two steps.

For the past month, he has been traveling with Zhang Jiao, but he basically goes wherever Zhang Jiao goes.

Summer has arrived, and the ancient cypress trees along the roadside display a unique gray-green color. Untrimmed, they grow lush, wild, and intertwined.

After walking for several miles under the pine and cypress trees for several hours, the two finally saw the Nanhua Mountain that the man in the ancient temple had mentioned.

Although no one had brought them here before, both of them felt the same way looking at the persistent clouds and mist on the mountaintop.

"Nanhua, what a boastful tone. I just don't know if it's the 'Nanhua' I know."

Yi Chuan stood at the foot of the mountain, reaching out to feel the flowing light and energy.

Just standing at the foot of the mountain, watching the swirling clouds and mist, Yi Chuan felt that the operation of the "Six Qi Food Qi Method" was much smoother.

It's going to rain.

Zhang Jiao looked up at the sky, which was growing darker and darker, and a thick cloud was drifting towards Nanhua Mountain.

The two exchanged a glance, neither wanting to turn back, and gritted their teeth as they climbed the mountain.

Nanhua Mountain has several peaks, and not knowing where the man was referring to, the two had no choice but to search for each one one by one.

Halfway there, the heavy rain finally began to fall, and the rainwater gathered from the high mountain walls to form dozens of waterfalls, cascading down like a silver river pouring down.

After walking another half mile or so, the two, soaked to the bone, reached a plank road that was only wide enough for one person to pass through. Zhang Jiao looked down at the foot of the mountain and saw only a vast expanse of mist; where could he see any houses? Even the mountain peaks were hidden in the clouds.

Knowing that Yi Chuan was by his side, Zhang Jiao was confident that his life was not in danger, so he gritted his teeth and braved the rain to continue.

Yi Chuan, however, remained calm and even somewhat pleased amidst the rain.

He could sense that the mountain peaks here were full of spiritual energy, making it an excellent blessed land. Even as he walked, countless rays of light entered his mouth and nose.

They arrived at the foot of another peak, and Zhang Jiao looked around, exclaiming with great joy, "This must be it!"

Yi Chuan also observed the area and saw that it was surrounded by peaks, with a huge rock protruding in the center, resembling a sitting old man amidst the torrential rain.

Even someone who doesn't understand feng shui can sense that this place is extraordinary.

And for some reason, as Yi Chuan arrived at this place, he felt a strange sense of familiarity...

Zhang Jiao waited until the rain stopped before taking out his special tools to take measurements.

First, a five-colored flag was planted in the crevice of the rock, its surface neither rotating nor swirling. Then Zhang Jiao stood on the rock peak and shouted, the echo resounding through the valley.

After a full hour of fussing, Zhang Jiao's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"That's it! That's it!"

"Master, this is the perfect place to offer sacrifices at the Temple of Heaven!"

Excitedly putting away his tools, Zhang Jiao looked around and saw Yi Chuan pacing back and forth below the rocky peak, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"What's wrong, Taoist priest?"

When Zhang Jiao climbed down the rocky peak, it was the first time he had ever seen Yi Chuan with such an expression.

"This place is indeed a blessed land, but unfortunately, it seems that someone has already gotten there first."

"?"

Zhang Jiao scanned his surroundings but saw no signs of human activity. Just as he was filled with questions, he saw Yi Chuan suddenly exhale a white breath from his mouth and nose, flying towards a towering osmanthus tree on the cliff like lightning.

With a crack, the osmanthus tree trembled, and then a crack appeared beneath it.

Yi Chuan narrowed his eyes. He had only sensed that something was wrong in that place and tried to investigate, but he hadn't expected it to be so mysterious.

Beside him, Zhang Jiao stared wide-eyed, not at the crack that had appeared on the rocky peak, but at the astonishment of Yi Chuan's divine ability to spew white light from his mouth.

This was the first time he had ever seen Yi Chuan use his skills!

As the two approached, they found the entrance to the crack to be narrow, and inside it was a winding, long passageway.

As you walk further in, the passageway becomes wider and wider. After going several dozen meters in, an exit finally appears.

After climbing out of the exit, there was indeed a hidden world inside!

The two were in a spacious stone chamber, with glowing stones embedded in the ceiling and a circular altar in the center.

Above the stone chamber, two seal characters are clearly engraved.

"Yu...Ji?!"

Yi Chuan's heart skipped a beat.

"They actually entered Yu Ji's dojo?"

Yi Chuan frowned. When he was a child, he loved watching a TV series called "The Myth". After accidentally passing on the scriptures to Zhang Jiao by Lu Tangzhi, he even wondered if he was Yu Ji in history. He never expected that there was such a person.

He glanced at Zhang Jiao beside him. According to his understanding of history, this great teacher, Zhang Jiao, should have been the one whose teachings were passed down by Yu Ji in the "Taiping Jing" (Scripture of Great Peace)...

"The stone chamber is not dusty, so Master Ji must have been traveling for a short time."

Zhang Jiao swallowed hard, bent down and touched the ground, shocked by Yu Ji's ability to create a cave in the rocky peak.

Fortunately, after spending so much time with Yi Chuan, his nerves had been hardened to an unshakeable degree, and after the initial shock, he began to wonder about the furnishings in the stone chamber.

The central altar was a stone platform connected to the stone chamber, on which many things were placed, such as a Bagua mirror, a Dharma seal, a Ruyi scepter, a token, a wood for suppressing the altar, a ghost-beating stick, a copper bell, a bell and a drum, etc. Zhang Jiao recognized most of them after living in Lutangzhi for a month.

However, Yi Chuan, standing beside him, completely ignored these magical artifacts and stared intently at a wooden staff stuck in the center of the altar.

The wooden staff has nine sections, is entirely blue, and appears to be made of bamboo. The top of the staff is gilded, and the bamboo sections are encased in copper hoops.

"I've been looking for you for so long, I never imagined you'd be here..."

Yi Chuan muttered to himself, unsure whether to be surprised or delighted.

He could feel that the Dao fruit that had drawn him through the long river of time was contained within this nine-section staff.

Under Zhang Jiao's astonished gaze, Yi Chuan stepped onto the stone altar, gripping the wooden staff with both hands as if facing a long-lost friend.

Because the two are inherently one.

Holding the nine-section staff with both hands, feeling the familiar warmth emanating from it, Yi Chuan pulled it out forcefully.

Ok?

With another pull, Yi Chuan, who knew his current strength, knew that even several adult men would be no match for him, but the wooden staff remained completely still.

He looked down and discovered that the lower half of the wooden staff was inserted into the stone platform, fitting perfectly, as if it had grown out of the platform itself.

After trying several times, Yi Chuan finally realized something and looked at Zhang Jiao behind him.

"Come here."

"I?"

Zhang Jiao looked around and, confirming that Yi Chuan was calling him, curiously climbed onto the stone platform.

"Master, even with your supernatural powers you couldn't pull it out, how could I possibly..."

Before he finished speaking, with a "pop," the entire nine-section staff was in Zhang Jiao's hand. Because of the excessive force, Zhang Jiao almost fell over.

?

"Why...why is this happening?!"

Zhang Jiao looked utterly shocked as he examined the nine-section staff in his hand.

At that moment, Yi Chuan's gaze became incredibly strange.

Zhang Jiao first brandished the nine-section staff a couple of times in the stone chamber, then, after the initial excitement wore off, calmly handed the staff to Yi Chuan with both hands.

"Since it is what the Taoist priest requested, I will retrieve it on his behalf and return it to him."

Yi Chuan shook his head, but did not take it.

"No, this nine-section staff does not belong to me."

"At least, not in this era."

After glancing at the nine-section staff one last time, Yi Chuan walked out of the stone chamber without looking back, his hands behind his back.