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

At this moment, a golden wheel, as large as a mountain, rose from the distant horizon, gradually appearing and growing larger as the sea of ​​clouds rose and fell.

Bathed in the slanting sunlight, Baiyun Mountain turned golden. The interplay of light and shadow created a magical spectacle, gradually revealing the houses nestled at its foot in the darkness.

As the morning sun shone brightly, Yi Chuan stood in the courtyard, opened his mouth and inhaled. Several golden rays of light fell from the morning sun, like divine dragons soaring, and entered Yi Chuan's mouth and nose.

Yi Chuan's aura became increasingly ethereal; although he was standing in the courtyard, it felt as if he was about to vanish from the world at any moment.

Only when the sun rose above the waves and the sky turned from a pale white to the first light of dawn did Yi Chuan exhale a deep breath and open his eyes.

A portion of the light and energy he accumulated during his 25 years of cultivating Qi at Yangping Mountain remains and has returned to his physical body.

Although it was only a remnant, less than eleven, it was still too terrifying and enormous for Yi Chuan's weak body. It was like a plastic cup filled with boiling water, where the entire cup would melt.

"Fortunately, I swung that staff before leaving. If I had returned with the light and energy of 25 years of consuming Qi, my physical body would probably have turned into charcoal in an instant."

Yi Chuan wiped away the blood from his nose, still shaken.

His physical body is currently being transformed by this light and energy. The radiant spiritual energy flows through his meridians throughout his body, covering his internal organs with a faint glow.

Yi Chuan didn't know how long this transformation would last, but once his physical body had fully adapted to the light and energy, he could smoothly enter the third stage of the "Six Qi Food Qi Method," namely, "Nourishing Qi."

Once you enter the "Qi cultivation" stage, it means that magical power is generated within your body, allowing you to perform Taoist arts.

It seems that under Guangzong City, the ten thousand feet of colorful clouds looked intimidating, but their destructive power was actually not high. It was just a sudden influx of spiritual energy, completely reckless.

Without magical power, consuming more Qi can only improve physical fitness, allowing Yi Chuan to jump higher and become stronger.

But no matter how high he jumped, how strong he was, or how heavy he was, Yi Chuan couldn't lift himself.

Once one enters the stage of "cultivating qi" and gains magical power, one can lift oneself up.

That is the true difference between immortals and mortals.

"Once you enter the 'Qi-nourishing' stage, the contents of your stomach may be eliminated on their own."

Yi Chuan muttered to himself. At this moment, he could clearly sense that as the light flowed, the malignant tumor in his stomach had shrunk considerably, and the burning pain was gone.

At this moment, the sun shines brightly over the mountain, illuminating it like fire. People who had spent the night at the Baiyun Hall in front of the mountain also began to descend the mountain one after another.

Those who knew the situation at Baiyun Temple knew that if so many people stayed on the mountain for breakfast, Yi Chuan would probably go hungry for a week. Led by Village Chief Huang, the villagers quietly went down the mountain without disturbing Yi Chuan.

Although he wasn't particularly hungry, Yi Chuan still went to the dining hall and made himself a bowl of steamed egg custard.

As the smooth and tender egg melted in his mouth, accompanied by the aroma of lard and scallions, a satisfied smile appeared on Yi Chuan's face.

Only now did Yi Chuan feel a sense of reality after returning from the Eastern Han Dynasty.

"It's a pity, if Bai Ze were here, he would definitely be begging me to make another bowl..."

Yi Chuan put down his bowl and chopsticks, thinking of the white cat that had been with him for twenty-five years on Yangping Mountain.

A sense of melancholy gradually crept into Yi Chuan's heart.

Two thousand years have passed, and history will not record the whereabouts of a cat.

The crescent moon on the back of his hand was only slightly full; it would be some time before his next journey through time.

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On the way down the mountain, Liu Yingying scoffed as she listened to Song Ling, with dark circles under her eyes, excitedly recount what she had seen and heard the previous night.

"To be honest, this Master Yi Chuan is clearly just making things up. I'm all too familiar with similar methods. He knows you can't understand them, so he just scribbles random symbols and calls them some kind of ancient script. Otherwise, why would any worshippers believe in them or worship them?"

"Those truly dedicated Taoist priests are all deep in the mountains and forests; you won't find them there. The ones you can find are all swindlers and fraudsters, rolling in money and calling themselves 'Heavenly Venerables'..."

Recalling Yi Chuan's thin appearance, Liu Yingying added, "Of course, there are also those stupid Taoist priests who can't even lie properly."

Song Ling gave Liu Yingying a strange look: "You're from the Taoist Association, how can you judge Taoists like this nowadays?"

Liu Yingying sighed deeply: "It's because I'm with the Taoist Association that I've come into contact with so many Taoist temples and priests that I say this."

"Being a Taoist priest is a profession; you go to work and come home just like us."

"Worshiping gods and ghosts is actually a sign of having a guilty conscience. Going to temples and Taoist monasteries is self-deception and a search for spiritual support. Once you know that the statues of Taoist ancestors and gods in the temples are just clay figures made by ordinary people with gold leaf, you will lose your sense of awe."

Song Ling listened to Liu Yingying's complaints, nodded, and agreed with what she said later.

After a moment, Song Ling shook her head again: "But this Taoist temple is different, and Master Yi Chuan is different too!"

Liu Yingying replied dismissively, "How is it different?"

Song Ling remained silent for a moment, then raised her smooth chin, revealing delicate wrinkles on her nose.

"It's just different!"

The two girls chatted for a while and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Now that everything was settled, the two had no reason to stay in Shaping Village any longer. Just as they reached the village entrance, Liu Yingying seemed to see something, her expression changed, and she pulled Song Ling to lower her head and avoid it.

Just as Song Ling was wondering what was going on, a slightly lazy voice rang out from the village entrance.

"Miss Liu, I've been waiting here for an hour. You can't expect me to leave disappointed, can you?"

A man wearing sunglasses and sporting a buzz cut stepped out of a black minivan, looking at Liu Yingying with a mocking smile on his lips.

At this time, the villagers of Shaping Village had already gotten up to start their day's farming work. They saw the commercial vehicle at the entrance of the village and pointed at it from the ridges of the fields.

In a small place like Shaping Village, people have rarely seen such luxurious vehicles.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Li Qiang. It's a pleasure to meet you, beautiful lady."

The man, thinking himself affable, walked up to the two of them. When he saw Song Ling in her black windbreaker, his eyes lit up, and he reached out his hand to her.

"My brother and I happen to be having a drinking party in town at noon. I wonder if you would do me the honor of joining us?"

The pungent scent of the man's perfume made Song Ling frown and instinctively take a half-step back.

"Yingying, is this your friend? I still have research to do, why don't you take me back first?"

Liu Yingying did not answer, but gritted her teeth and took two steps back as well.

Li Qiang's outstretched right hand froze awkwardly in mid-air for a moment before retracting, naturally revealing a valuable green watch on his wrist.

"This place is the dead end, it's really remote. You'll probably have a hard time getting a taxi. Why don't you take my car to town first?"

The man took off his glasses, glanced away from the wary Song Ling, and smiled as he looked at Liu Yingying behind him.

"You agree, right, Yingying?"

Liu Yingying's body stiffened instantly.

After glancing at Song Ling, who was still hesitating, Liu Yingying finally gritted her teeth and looked at Li Qiang: "Don't go too far."

Li Qiang smiled and said, "Yingying, you know I've never liked forcing others."