Immortal Mystery Sequence: I Establish a Divine Duty for Heaven and Earth

Located southeast of Dajiang New County is Guyan City, one of the largest cities on the south bank of Jiangzhou.

It is located seventy li outside the city, near the desolate and ancient forbidden area of ​​Jiaosha.

Nestled in the mountain valley is a small courtyard, unassuming and undecorated; one would not notice it was inhabited unless one was specifically looking for it.

The courtyard was clean and tidy, with several bundles of firewood piled in the corner and rows of vegetables planted outside, lush and green.

This was Wang Congyun's solitary residence after he went down the mountain to gain experience.

At the foot of the distant mountains.

He was dressed in coarse cloth, with a thin face, distinct eyebrows and eyes, and a tough temperament. Although he was in his prime, he already had a sense of vicissitude and hardship. He carried a corpse on his shoulder, which was shriveled and withered, with twisted limbs, as if all life had been drained away.

The body was face down, so the face was not visible.

Snapped!

He stood in front of the dug pit, threw the body into it, and picked up a shovel to fill the pit with soil.

Skilled and silent, he had done it countless times.

The earth was filled in, but he didn't erect a monument. He simply took out a fold of yellow paper from his pocket, flicked it, lit it, and scattered it with the wind, turning it into ashes that dissipated and swirled away into the distance.

Another life that could not be saved.

How many is it? I can't remember.

He pondered for a long time until all the ashes had disappeared before slowly getting up, turning around and leaving with steady steps.

Suddenly—whoosh!

A green light leaped out from the grass not far away and jumped straight into his palm. Wang Congyun looked down in surprise and saw that a small grasshopper with a bright green body had crawled into his hand.

He tried to shoo it away, but the grasshopper's antennae twitched, as if it had recognized him, and it opened its mouth and spat out a letter.

Wang Congyun paused, then unfolded the letter with some suspicion and read a few lines, his pupils gradually dilating.

Lady Qin!

Qingshan Lake... a message from an insect spirit?

He read the letter from beginning to end, and then again and again, as the mountain breeze blew through the treetops, carrying a slight chill.

Much later.

He tossed the letter into the air, and the pages burned to ashes with a clatter. He stood there for a long time, his eyes gradually becoming complicated with mixed feelings.

Over the years since he came down the mountain, as time went by and he took many lives, his heart grew colder and colder. The number of people he could truly trust was also decreasing. He dared not be himself, dared not reveal his true self, for fear that revealing even the slightest bit of himself would lead to his death without a burial place...

But this unexpected letter made him realize that he was no longer alone.

Thousands of miles away, a group of people he had personally saved were paving the way for his retreat.

The feeling of being constantly thought of is indescribable, and a rare warmth wells up in my heart.

He hurried back to the house, laid out paper, and picked up a pen.

When he started writing his reply, he was thinking that he should keep it brief, not write too much, just make sure he got the point across, so as not to scare Qin Niangzi.

But once he started writing, he couldn't stop!

He first wrote about his recent situation. Over the years, he first built a city in Dajiang New County, and then traveled to various places. Finally, he settled down in the area of ​​Guyan City. On the surface, he was a disciple sent down the mountain by the Taoist sect to train and handle miscellaneous affairs for the Taoist sect. In secret, he used this identity to constantly contact the farmers of the first realm of the Agricultural Dao who were used as expendable resources by the Taoist sect. He saved those he could and hid those he could.

Now he has gathered a group of companions who also dislike the actions of the Taoist sect. Some are farmers and herbalists who were rescued and voluntarily stayed. There are even a few lower-level Taoist disciples who are working alongside him to secretly oppose the Taoist sect.

He also wrote about the inside story of the Taoist sect, claiming that the so-called farmers who voluntarily joined the sect and the earth purified by Taoist methods were lies from beginning to end.

He then described his own situation. Over the years, he had deliberately suppressed his cultivation and never revealed it. On the surface, he was still a "dull and honest" disciple who had come down from the mountain. He did not compete for credit or make any rash moves. However, he also vaguely sensed that he had not made any progress for too long, which might have attracted the attention of some people.

She also wrote about Xiao Tuyun, "I wonder what that child looks like now, whether he can still smile, or whether he is still mischievous and naughty?"

In the end, he found that he had written dozens of pages, and it was already dark when he put down his pen.

My emotions are overwhelming, and words fail me; my heart is filled with unsettling feelings.

Such a heartfelt expression of feelings is truly rare!

He looked down at the thick stack of letters and then remembered... could the insect spirit take this with it?

At this moment, the insect spirit was waiting silently on his desk. Wang Congyun folded the letter and placed it in front of him. The insect spirit opened its mouth and sucked in the letter, which was then swept into a beam of green light.

Swish!

The insect spirit hopped twice, then transformed into a green light and disappeared into the earth in an instant.

Wang Congyun calmed down a bit.

In the past, when communicating with others, he always worried that the contents would fall into the hands of others, so he took great precautions and was cautious in his words and deeds. But insect spirits are born and grow in nature, can find their own way and destroy themselves. He never thought that such strange things could be born in the territory of a farming cultivator.

Such a spiritual object has never been found in the orthodox lineage of Taoism. It seems that the cultivation of agriculture is truly a unique phenomenon, far surpassing anything found in Taoism!

If things develop well, the vast future should belong to the agricultural industry.

This sordid tradition of Taoism should have been eradicated long ago!

Late at night.

He didn't go inside, but went to the back mountain. With each step he took, his true energy flowed freely, and in the blink of an eye, he had traveled dozens of miles.

There was a hidden door disguised as a rock face outside the mountain wall. Wang Congyun approached and tapped a coded message on the stone wall—three long and two short taps. The stone wall slowly slid open to one side, revealing a stone staircase leading underground.

Inside the secret cave, the firelight was bright.

Several people were guarding the cave entrance, and they all stood up when they saw him come in.

"Master Daoist!"

Wang Congyun nodded in acknowledgment, looked around, and saw two Taoist disciples and three farmer men who had followed him for many years and could be trusted.

A farmer stepped forward and said.

"Daoist Master, there are 175 new farmers from the first realm. They were sent by the Daoist sect to be used as materials to purify the ancient forbidden land of Jiaosha. After the massacre, we only managed to save 133 of them. Currently, 28 of them have died from their injuries."

"And what about the rest?"

"Dozens of people with serious illnesses have regained consciousness, but some of them... are not in a good state. Even after experiencing the massacre by the Taoist sect, they still refuse to believe us. Instead, they think we are harming them and are clamoring to report our evil deeds to the Taoist sect."

"They've completely lost their minds! The Daoist sect is clearly going to use their lives to fill the forbidden area, yet they're treating us like the villains!?"

"This is so frustrating! We went through all that trouble to save people, and this is what we got?!"

The atmosphere was briefly quiet, the candlelight flickered, and everyone remained silent.

Wang Congyun closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and remained silent for a long time before making a cruel decision.

"Give them one last piece of advice, tell them the real situation and the hidden secrets of Dajiang New County in detail. If they can come to their senses, then we will treat and nurture them properly. If they still do not believe us... then we will send them back to the forbidden area of ​​Jiaosha."

No one spoke.

Several people moved their lips, as if they wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

This is the right choice, and the only choice.

"Not everyone can live in this world, and not everyone can accept the truth. Rather than obsessively trying to save people, it's better to see them off on their final journey."

He couldn't even remember how many times he had made the same decision.

After each decision, he would toss and turn at night, dreaming of those who had died unjustly and the innocent, dreaming that they were clinging to him and demanding his life. He would be restless in the middle of the night, but he knew even more clearly that what he needed to care about now was not just his own life or death.

It's the lives of everyone on the entire underground redemption line!

If he's exposed, everyone will die!

In chaotic times, a saintly heart is not advisable. After being taught by Brother Jiang back then, he had long understood that saving people is acceptable, but the premise of saving people is to ensure that one's own people can live in peace and not make useless sacrifices.

Sometimes we should respect other people's fate and put aside our desire to help others.

"Go and make the arrangements."

After everyone dispersed, only Wang Congyun and a Taoist disciple remained in the secret cave. The man was named Yan Xin, one of the first among them to realize the evil of the Taoist sect. They had secretly allied with each other for many years, sharing life and death, and both considered it their mission to secretly plot the overthrow of the Taoist sect.

Yan Xin noticed his heavy mood and offered words of comfort.

"Master, you don't need to blame yourself too much. The Taoist sect's position in the Eastern Ten Continents is unshakeable. It is the orthodox sect of the world and has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts... Not everyone can see the true face hidden beneath its hypocrisy."

"If anyone is to blame, it's the ignorant people who were misled and deceived. It's not your fault."

Wang Congyun pondered for a moment and said, "I understand all of this."

"I only hope that one day people can break free from the shadow of Taoism and live openly under the sun, with men farming and women weaving, singing and dancing in peace and prosperity. I only hope that one day the world will be free from strange disasters and monsters, and that the desolation of thousands of miles without human habitation and the death of corpses in the wilderness will never happen again..."

"If that's truly the case, even if I bear countless sins and am never reincarnated, what is there to fear?"

"Throughout my journey, all I've sought is to have a clear conscience."

Seeing that Yan Xin was about to say something more, he casually interrupted him.

"Alright, enough of this small talk. We need to train the new batch of farmers who are worth cultivating as soon as possible and get them on the road. The sooner the better, otherwise things might get complicated... Lately, I've been feeling uneasy, as if my good master is watching me from the shadows."

"Staying at the foot of the mountain for training day after day for ten years, neither advancing nor retreating, has probably aroused suspicion."

"Yes, Master, please be careful."

……

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Much later, late at night.

Wang Congyun left the secret cave and returned home.

The night breeze was slightly cool.

As he approached, he was about to push open the courtyard gate and enter when he suddenly stopped.

A person stood in the courtyard under the moonlight.

The man was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a slightly dark complexion and a slightly thinner build than he remembered. He was none other than Li Xiaobing, a fellow Taoist disciple whom he had not seen for many years.

Wang Congyun's heart tightened, but he remained expressionless and stepped forward to greet him with a bow.

"Brother Li, you—"

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted. Li Xiaobing was overjoyed to see him and rushed to him in three steps, kneeling down with a thud and tightly gripping his sleeve with both hands.

"Brother Dao! Brother Wang! Please save me! I regret not heeding your advice back then, which led to such a terrible mistake and the deaths of so many fellow disciples!"

"Now that I'm deeply entrenched in Taoism, how should I conduct myself?"