Chapter 122 Dragon Tiger Red Moon! Please seal the spirit

Ten years ago, September 9th.

late at night.

At the foot of Mount Longhu!!
There were fires and smoke rising from deep mountains, thunder and lightning were heard in the dark night, and in the distance there were a few flickering lights, hidden in the rising mist.

“It really feels like a dream that such a great man like [Ren Xiao] died just like that.”

The old voice echoed in the night, and a skinny figure stared into the distance.

“With so many experts gathered at the foot of Longhu Mountain, if they can’t stop her, then she is really powerful.”

Under the moonlight, Lou Hechuan held an old earthenware jar in his hand, with candles lit around him. He formed seals with his hands, and his mind was completely focused on the lifeless corpse in front of him.

“Xuanjizi, if you hadn’t brought down the Dragon and Tiger Seals this time, you might not have been able to restrain the fragments of Xiao’s soul.” Lou Hechuan said without turning his head.

“Hurry up, if you are slower, someone will come looking for us.” Xuanjizi’s eyes were shining as he stared at the corpse under the moonlight.

While the snipe and the clam quarrel, the fisherman gains. So many masters fought in the melee, but he didn’t expect that Ren Xiao’s body would eventually fall into his hands. Only when this gap was empty could he use Taoism to imprison and seal the remaining fragments of the soul.

“I didn’t expect that the first of the thirteen zodiac animals, the dignified human figure, would actually be a beautiful girl.”

Xuanjizi let out a deep breath, sat on a large bluestone in the distance, took down the gourd hanging around his waist, opened the wooden cork, tilted his head back and drank, his throat making a “gulp gulp” sound.

“The Thirteen Zodiac Animals are the guardians of the Wuwei Sect. Since ancient times, the identities of the zodiac animals have been extremely mysterious.” Lou Hechuan said in a deep voice.

“Their souls are equally mysterious. If it weren’t for the fact that you [Xuan Miao Temple] still had this dragon and tiger seal hidden, I might not have been able to keep this soul fragment.”

“It will be troublesome if you keep this fragment of your soul.” Xuanjizi raised his eyes and glanced around, then shook his head and sighed.

“Ever since the great catastrophe in the Taoist sect, the Zhang family’s incense in Longhu Mountain has ceased to exist. It is only a matter of time before the Wuwei sect makes a comeback…” Lou Hechuan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Ten years… I predict that within ten years, Wuwei Sect will become a major force. With this thing, hehe, in troubled times, we can also seize the opportunity.”

As he spoke, Lou Hechuan’s gaze was fixed on the old earthenware jar in front of him.

“There is one thing I am concerned about…”

“The Great Spiritual King… the young man who cultivated the divine and devilish fetus, what is his relationship with the human figure? Why are they mixed together?”

As he spoke, Xuanjizi put down the gourd in his hand and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

“Did you fight with him?” Lou Hechuan paused for a moment and asked.

“The Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons… The Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons… It is indeed the most evil in the world…”

Xuanjizi lowered his eyes to his left leg, which was pitch black, as if it had been burned by something. The flesh and blood had shriveled up, and one could even see the bones, which had also turned black.

“He is very strange…the seal of Longhu Mountain is ineffective on him…” Xuanjizi said gritting his teeth.

As soon as these words were spoken, Lou Hechuan fell silent for an instant. After a long while, he finally spoke softly.

“Seventy years have passed since the great calamity of the Dao Sect. The Great Spiritual Sect King… He is the only one who entered the mountain gate and escaped unscathed…”

“Maybe… he has the blood of the Longhu Mountain Zhang family flowing in his veins.”

“This is impossible.” Xuanjizi frowned, but there was a cold light flashing in his eyes.

“After the great calamity of the Taoist sect, the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain has not seen any success since then. It has been almost so many years, how could someone suddenly appear…”

“It doesn’t matter anymore… Nothing matters anymore…”

Lou Hechuan’s eyes were dim and dark, like the depths of a spiritual valley, and the light and shadows were illusory.

Tonight, at the foot of Mount Longhu, there are various Taoist sects as well as masters of Wuwei. Dragons and snakes emerge from the land, the powerful fight for supremacy, blood flows and corpses are scattered all over the ground.

“It’s hard to escape death after such a killing.”

Lou Hechuan looked at the towering Longhu Mountain and the eerie, crimson moon hanging high in the sky, as if he was hearing a sad song lingering in his ears.

hum…

Inside the Xuanmiao Temple, Xuanjizi looked at the flickering candlelight. All the things in the past were like light and shadow bubbles, appearing and disappearing in the floating halo.

“Master…Master…”

At this moment, a gentle call pulled Xuanjizi’s thoughts back from the dusty memories.

“What’s the matter?” Xuanjizi picked up the gourd on the table, removed the cork, and took a sip.

“Master…” Zhong Changming looked at Xuanjizi and seemed hesitant to speak, but finally spoke.

“Ever since you received the call from Master Chaoran last night, you have been a little… uneasy…”

Zhong Changming is Xuanjizi’s eldest disciple and has been following him since childhood. There are no taboos when asking him some questions.

He knew that when Xuanjizi was young, he had visited Zhenwu Mountain and practiced in the sect for a period of time.

At that time, Master Chaoran was already famous throughout the world. In the battle of Mangdang Mountain, five of the older generation of thirteen zodiac signs died at his hands. Therefore, the young Xuanjizi regarded him as an idol and often asked for advice. After a few visits, they developed a close relationship.

So many years have passed, flowers have bloomed and withered, and old friends of the same generation have gradually passed away, making this kind of affection even more precious.

In Zhong Changming’s view, last night’s phone call was just a reunion between old friends.

But after that phone call, Xuanjizi seemed absent-minded. For a cultivator, it is not common to have a wandering mind and a distracted spirit.

“Master, what happened?” Zhong Changming couldn’t help but ask.

“Nothing…” Xuanjizi waved his hand.

“Master Chao Ran is looking for you so late at night. What’s the matter?”

“He asked me some questions.” Xuanjizi’s eyes were dim, and there was no expression on his old face.

“Things? What things?” Zhong Changming asked subconsciously, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

“He asked me… whether I was at the foot of Mount Longhu that night ten years ago…”

“Ten years ago? Dragon Tiger Red Moon?”

Zhong Changming’s eyebrows twitched and he couldn’t help but reveal a strange look.

Ten years ago, a great event took place. Countless masters died at the foot of Mount Longhu. The place was thick with blood mist and the bright moon seemed to be red.

This event had a huge impact, but was kept extremely secret, and was only circulated among the upper echelons of Taoism. Privately, everyone called it the [Dragon-Tiger Red Moon].

“Master, you were…” Zhong Changming hesitated and couldn’t help looking at Xuanjizi.

The Dragon, Tiger and Red Moon are too complex to handle. I heard that many Taoist sects are involved, and the shadow of Wuwei Sect is also involved.

There are still many different opinions on why this battle happened.

“Of course I’m not here.” Xuanjizi shook his head and sighed.

Zhong Changming breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

The Red Moon of Dragon and Tiger involves countless lives and secrets. If Xuanjizi is involved, there may be consequences. Since he was not at the foot of Dragon and Tiger Mountain that night, he can naturally avoid a lot of trouble.

“Little Changming…”

At this moment, Xuanjizi’s voice rang out, bringing Zhong Changming back to his senses.

“master……”

“These days, I often think of some past events… I am afraid that the end is near.” Xuanjizi whispered softly.

“Master, how could this happen?” Zhong Changming’s face suddenly changed.

“Everyone knows that immortals live freely, but few know that immortals live for thousands of years…”

“In this world, where there is life, there must be death…” Xuanjizi said calmly.

“Master’s cultivation is unfathomable, and he has not yet mastered the Way of the Infinite Pure Yang. How could he…”

“Pure Yang…Pure Yang…In ancient times, there were so many people who sought immortality, but how many of them were able to obtain Pure Yang…”

“Maybe it was just a dream.”

Xuanjizi’s eyes were dull and his eyelids drooped. Under his Taoist robe was a leg that was as black as a burnt tree. The dried flesh and blood hung on it like tree bark, and the bones inside had already turned black.

“Xiao Changming, if I leave, Xuanmiao Temple will be handed over to you.”

“Master…” Zhong Changming’s eyes sparkled and he wanted to say more.

Ding… Ding… Ding… Just at this moment, a bell sound rang out, coming from outside the house, echoing in the cold night, and falling quietly in the empty Xuanmiao Temple.

“Let’s go, follow me to the Sutra Hall.” Xuanjizi stood up.

The seal-asking ceremony has been completed, and tonight you can activate the [Mighty Spiritual Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal], open the magic jar, and refine the human spirit.

……

Xuanmiao Temple, Jingbao Hall.

The door of the temple was wide open, and the smoke of incense was rising, looking like hazy mist in the moonlight.

At this time, in the main hall, there was a Taoist priest occupying the altar in each of the four directions: east, south, west and north. There were bright lights in front of them and talismans in their hands, which were burning and reported to the emperor.

Among them, Zhong Changming occupied the east position.

“Master, is there a ceremony at Xuanmiao Temple tonight?”

Gu Jingqiu felt something unusual before he even stepped into the palace with Hua Yixun.

That day, he lost Su Shiyu on the high-speed train, so he followed his master to Gusu City to visit Xuanmiao Temple.

After all, Laoshan is one of the ten most famous Taoist mountains in the world, and it has exchanges with well-known Taoist temples all over the country.

Especially the abbot of Xuanmiao Temple [Xuanjizi], who traveled around the world when he was young, visited major famous mountains, and also practiced in Laoshan for a period of time, so he could be considered to have established a friendship with them.

“Don’t say too much.”

As Hua Yixun stepped into the palace, he noticed something strange.

Altars are set up in four directions, and scriptures are combined with four aspects. This is the method of offering sacrifices to the spirits on four seats. In ancient times, only when asking Tian to suppress the great demon would people with profound Taoism practice this method.

“Old Master, I am sorry to bother you.”

Hua Yixun came before Xuanjizi and bowed his head in greeting.

In terms of seniority and age, Xuanjizi can be considered his predecessor.

“If there is any inconvenience, we master and disciple can close our eyes and ears and leave…” Hua Yixun knew the limits and said hurriedly.

“It’s okay.” Xuanjizi raised his hand and said.

“When I was young, I also visited famous mountains and made friends with immortals. I can be said to have some affection for Mount Laoshan…” Xuanjizi said kindly.

“It is fate that we meet today.”

“If there is any accident tonight, please protect the law and justice.”

As soon as these words came out, Hua Yixun’s expression became excited, and he knew the pros and cons of this, so he nodded quickly: “I will follow the old temple master’s orders.”

“There’s no need to be so nervous, just treat it as normal.” Xuanjizi smiled slightly, but his calm and gentle gaze fell on Gu Jingqiu beside him.

“Is this my disciple?”

“That’s right. He is young and energetic. Bring him out to gain some experience.” Hua Yixun whispered.

“Clinging to the past and refining profound skills, the bright moon fills the moon palace… The lineage of Laoshan has successors.”

Xuanjizi looked at Gu Jingqiu, nodded slightly, and couldn’t help showing admiration.

When these words came out, Gu Jingqiu was shocked, because the inner alchemy method he practiced was exactly the secret method of Laoshan [Golden Toad Looking at the Moon].

Inhale and exhale moonlight to collect the great medicine, the golden light will naturally form the combination of yin and yang, and the Kan and Li will be reversed to refine the true form. This is the reverse flow of immortality in the method.

The Golden Toad Gazing at the Moon method is a first-rate inner alchemy method, and its mystery is no less than that of the Zhenwu Mountain [Southern and Northern Sects].

Gu Jingqiu was slightly shocked, but he did not expect that the old Taoist priest in front of him had such a sharp eye and could see through his background at a glance.

“Thank you for your compliment, old master. Young man, you still need to improve yourself.”

Hua Yixun was modest, but a smile appeared on his face.

Gu Jingqiu was indeed one of his most proud disciples. At such a young age, he was able to comprehend the method of reversing immortality, practice inner alchemy, and master the method of [Golden Toad Looking at the Moon].

This makes him stand out among the younger generation.

It was for this reason that Hua Yixun took the trouble to personally bring him out for training.

“The Laoshan lineage has its own unique features. If the younger generations are like this, our Taoism will prosper.” Xuanjizi nodded.

It has to be said that Mount Laoshan is worthy of being one of the ten famous Taoist mountains in the world, and the disciples who come out of it are indeed much more outstanding than those of Xuanmiao Temple.

Although Xuanmiao Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, actual practice is rare among them. Most people spend their whole lives studying scriptures but are not good at practicing.

“Meet the old master.”

At this moment, a group of people walked into the hall and bowed to Xuanjizi. They were Sui Chunsheng and others.

Zhang Fan stood at the back. He knew that tonight would be the ceremony for inviting seals and refining spirits at Xuanmiao Temple.

He looked up and saw an old man with an immortal look and wearing a Taoist robe, standing above the center of the hall.

“Isn’t this the old man who draws water from the well? He is the abbot of Xuanmiao Temple?” Zhang Fan took a look and quickly lowered his head.

A bottle of well water cost fifteen yuan. That night, when Zhang Fan heard the price quote, he almost thought the other party was a charlatan.

“Why are the older generation so focused on generating income?” Zhang Fan muttered in his heart.

That day at Zhenwu Mountain, he met Chu Chaoran for the first time, and the other party spared no effort to promote the Zhenwu meditation class to him.

“Old Master, are these young men also disciples of Xuanji Temple?”

Hua Yixun glanced over them. He naturally remembered Zhang Fan and the others. He had seen them on the high-speed train that day.

However, among the four, he only recognized Jiang Hu, because the latter had visited Laoshan with the Maoshan elders when he was a child.

“These two young men are rising stars of the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance.” Xuanjizi pointed at Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue.

After these words were spoken, Gu Jingqiu couldn’t help but take a look.

The Jiangnan Provincial Dao League represents the official position and its status is extraordinary.

“I’ve met senior.”

Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue looked at each other. They had seen this master and disciple pair from Mount Laoshan in the temple yesterday.

“this……”

“A disciple of Maoshan!” Hua Yixun looked at Jiang Hu and told him his origins.

“It used to be.” Jiang Hu smiled awkwardly and bowed his head.

“this……”

Xuanjizi’s gaze moved slightly and fell on Zhang Fan, his eyes slightly condensed.

“His name is Zhang Fan, and he is a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain!”

“oh!?”

Hua Yixun raised his eyebrows and couldn’t help but look at Zhang Fan again.

Zhenwu Mountain is one of the ten famous Taoist mountains in the world and is named after Laoshan Mountain. It is rare to meet disciples of Zhenwu Mountain in Jiangnan Province.

“Zhenwu Mountain…” Gu Jingqiu’s gaze lingered on Zhang Fan for a moment, then slowly withdrew.

He has met most of the famous disciples of Zhenwu Mountain. Apart from them, ordinary people are not worth his attention.

“My friend, you probably don’t know that this little fellow not only learned from Zhenwu Mountain, but also…”

“He is still a disciple of Chaoran Zhenren.”

Xuanjizi spoke in a low voice, and his eyes, which seemed to have deep meaning, fell quietly on Zhang Fan.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was in an uproar, and everyone looked at Zhang Fan in disbelief.

“what?”

“Disciple of Master Chao Ran!?”

Hua Yixun’s expression suddenly changed, and he could no longer remain calm!!!

(End of this chapter)