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

March is already halfway over, and the nights are getting longer.

At this moment, the bright moon hangs in the sky, the mountain breeze rustles the trees, and crows caw hoarsely in the trees.

Inside the room, the scholar and the Taoist priest sat facing each other, exchanging questions and answers. The scholar's brows furrowed and relaxed several times.

Half an hour later, after watching the scholar leave, Yi Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

After talking for more than half an hour, his mouth was almost dry.

However, it seems that they were fooled.

Yi Chuan walked to Lutangzhi Square and stood there for a while, looking left and right. The Lutangzhi disciples on night watch saw him but did not dare to say a word, only bowing respectfully.

Back inside, he blew out the oil lamp and lay down on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep at all.

It wasn't because of the scholar from earlier,

Now, Lu Tangzhi has searched all of them. He has thoroughly searched all seven rooms of the last Yin Immortal Chamber, but has not found any trace of the Dao Fruit.

He looked at the back of his hand, wishing that the crescent moon could make a pleasant sound and give a pleasant system notification.

"Shikado Osamu isn't here... Could he be up in the mountains?"

"Aren't you going to give me any hints at all? Do you expect me to explore the entire Lutang Mountain?"

Three black lines appeared above Yi Chuan's head, and the crescent moon on the back of his hand was only slightly lit. He dared not even think about what it would be like to return to Baiyun Temple.

My physical body is still lying in the palace.

If the villagers who come to offer incense discover that he has been buried, then we're completely doomed.

Unable to sleep after much thought, Yi Chuan simply turned over, sat cross-legged facing north, and began practicing the "Six Qi Nourishing Qi Method."

It was late at night, the moon was bright and clear, and it was the time when the Qi of the Six Qi was at its most abundant.

Well, according to the cultivation method, this thing is for nourishing the kidneys and consolidating essence.

With a single thought, countless condensed, cold energies in the world seemed to be drawn in, flowing into Yi Chuan's body like a confluence of a hundred rivers.

Yi Chuan felt a sense of clarity and peace in his heart, and frost gradually formed on his eyebrows and hair.

That night, Zhang Xiu, the chief priest of Lutang, pulled the quilt tighter and tighter, feeling that Lutang Mountain was unusually cold that night.

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The population of Mianzhu County is not large. With the addition of the imperial court's conscription, the entire Mianzhu County now has only about 400 households and nearly 2,000 people.

Thanks to the effects of the Yichuan Fushui (a type of talismanic water), the plague in Mianzhu County was basically brought under control within half a month.

As for what happens next, that's beyond Yi Chuan's ability to handle. The people need to eat, and without food, even if they survive the plague, they will still starve to death.

Magistrate Fei Shi was furious. The war against the Rong and Di tribes in Guanzhong was intense, and Mianzhu County, which had miraculously escaped the plague, was particularly conspicuous. The prefect waved his hand and assigned the conscript quotas from several surrounding counties to Mianzhu County.

In contrast, Zhang Xiu's dark face is all smiles every day. Before, the disciples of the administrative center had trouble even getting food and had to pretend to be gods to attract worshippers. Now, people flock to the administrative center every day, voluntarily becoming its followers.

The current Rokudoji is truly blessed by a god!

Even though they went to Lutangzhi to offer incense every day, they rarely saw Yi Chuan. Zhang Xiu could hardly see Yi Chuan more than a few times a day. Every morning, he would only see Yi Chuan going up the mountain alone, and he would return to the government office with a disappointed look when the sun was out.

The scholar, under the pretext of surveying the Temple of Heaven, also stayed at Lutang Mountain and secretly followed Yi Chuan. He only saw Yi Chuan touching and tapping here and there after going up the mountain, or sitting on a rock for a whole day, which was very strange.

Yi Chuan went up the mountain naturally to seek the Dao Fruit, and incidentally to cultivate the Qi-eating method.

Although there is still no clue about the Dao Fruit, the practice of the Qi-nourishing method is progressing by leaps and bounds.

At this moment, six orbs of light, some cold and gloomy, some blazing hot, some bright and intense, and some heavy and dense, were constantly circulating within his lungs.

He has fully recovered from the losses he incurred in treating the disaster victims. Moreover, he feels that his body is also undergoing subtle changes.

It's like something is being nurtured, undergoing some unimaginable changes.

Yi Chuan had high expectations for this.

One morning, Yi Chuan returned from absorbing Qi on the mountain and happened to meet Zhang Xiuzheng having lunch with his disciples. At Zhang Xiu's invitation, he gladly sat down.

Lu Tangzhi's disciples still ate rice porridge with wheat bran, but the porridge was thicker.

But there were only a few.

During their casual conversation, Zhang Xiu inadvertently noticed the six colors swirling in Yi Chuan's eyes and asked in surprise, "Is the True Person practicing the 'Six Qi Nourishing Qi Method' from the 'Taiqing Xuanyuan Record'?"

"That's right." Yi Chuan nodded, his expression calm.

"The cultivation of a true master is beyond comprehension..." Zhang Xiu shook his head repeatedly, looking both surprised and delighted: "I never imagined that he could actually master this method."

Seeing Yi Chuan's confusion, Zhang Xiu immediately explained with a sigh, "My master once said that the current era is no longer suitable for cultivating profound arts, and it will become more and more difficult as time goes on. Even if there is a turning point in the middle, all arts will eventually come to nothing."

Yi Chuan's fluency in Eastern Han dialect had improved considerably, and upon hearing this, a thought immediately struck him.

Because it seems to be true. He doesn't know about the thousands of years in between, but in the 21st century, there is not a single person who can cultivate supernatural powers.

Anyway, he had never heard of it.

"Has the old Celestial Master ever explained the reason behind this?"

"Well... my master said that something big happened in the cultivation world a few hundred years ago, and since then, the Dao has begun to decline..." Zhang Xiu said vaguely.

"Several hundred years ago?"

Yi Chuan was stunned for a moment. Hundreds of years ago, wasn't that the time of the First Emperor of Qin?

"Yes, I'm not entirely clear on the specifics either, but my senior brother might know."

"The senior brother of the chief priest?"

"That's right, it is my master's eldest son, the chief priest of Yangping Mountain, the master of the twenty-fourth court, Zhang Heng." Zhang Xiu nodded, looking proud.

Fearing that Yi Chuan might not recognize the name, Zhang Xiu hurriedly explained a lot more, but little did he know that Yi Chuan was very familiar with it.

Zhang Heng, the second Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, was later revered as "Successor Master". Longhu Mountain propaganda claimed that he "ascended to Yangping Mountain in broad daylight". For three years, the old abbot of Baiyun Temple made Yi Chuan carry this every day.

"Moreover, the later parts of the 'Six Qi Food Qi Method' are also in Master's hands," Zhang Xiu suddenly said, looking at Yi Chuan who was deep in thought.

Yi Chuan's eyes narrowed instantly. He had already noticed that the "Six Qi Food Method" in his hand only had two chapters, "Body Tempering" and "Qi Induction," but according to the Taiqing Xuanyuan Record, there should be at least two more chapters, "Qi Nourishment" and "Spirit Inscription."

"If you have something to say, then please speak frankly." Sensing the hidden meaning in Zhang Xiu's words, Yi Chuan spoke directly.

Lutangzhi, the second of the twenty-four Zhizhi, was entrusted with an important task by the Celestial Master Zhang Daoling in such a chaotic world. How could someone who came up with the idea of ​​impersonating a deity to attract worshippers be a kind person?

Yi Chuan had long realized that this dark-faced man was not as respectful and kind as he appeared.

Zhang Xiu chuckled twice, then took out a letter from his pocket.

"A few days ago, Master wrote to me, saying that he had heard about the deeds of the True Man and would like to invite the True Man to Yangping Mountain for a chat."

Seeing that Yi Chuan's expression remained normal, Zhang Xiu added another comment, seemingly unintentionally.

"Master also said that he knew what the True Man was seeking on this journey..."

Yi Chuan squinted, his pupils suddenly contracting.