Chapter 238 Five Servants, Old Friends, and the Hidden Demon
On Guizang Mountain, there are towering ancient trees, a secluded and elegant Taoist temple, soaring eaves and interlaced brackets, giving the whole a calm and solemn atmosphere.

“Today, we will talk in more depth about the Dao techniques and sword techniques, and the deeper mutual influence between them. For example, as Ling’er mentioned yesterday, when the Qi flows through the twelve hidden meridians, the flow of magic power is often blocked, thus affecting the smooth flow of more than ten surrounding magic meridians…”

Lu Cheng was dressed in a plain Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, with eyes like stars. He was sitting in front of a jade table, explaining the key points of Taoist scriptures and the difficulties they encountered in their cultivation to the practitioners around him.

His voice was calm and powerful, like a clear mountain spring, slowly flowing into the hearts of everyone present.

On the left and right sides of Lu Cheng were the sisters Xiao Yuhong and Xiao Yuxue, holding scriptures, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes with shining eyes.

As the elder sister, Xiao Yuhong, even though she is already married, still exudes a sharp temperament, dignified yet majestic, with a pair of deep eyes under her sword-like eyebrows, flashing a firm and sharp light. The beauty of this nun is the kind of calm and unhurried temperament, as if no matter how the world changes, she can be as steady as a mountain and face it with a smile.

Xiao Yuxue, the younger sister, has a willow-like figure, crescent-shaped eyebrows, eyes like autumn water, and is more charming than dignified, more lively than serious. The peach blossom eyes of this nun seem to make people hear the whispers of the spring breeze. Whenever she smiles, the cunning and tenderness flowing between her almond-shaped eyes make people intoxicated.

Below them were Xue Yuzhen and Yun Ling’er, as well as disciples Situ Hua, Miao Chuyun, Lin Wanrong, Rong Jiao’er and Zhou Qingyun.

Sitting on the futon in the center opposite Lu Cheng were Chen Qingfeng and Chen Qingyun, brother and sister, and Chen Qingfeng’s fiancée, the female fairy Luo Peifang. In the corner of the Taoist Palace, there was also Fang Shiman, who was sent from the third uncle Mie Hongzi.

There were more than ten people present in the Taoist palace, and most of them were women.

At this time, they either nodded gently or looked at each other to communicate with each other, their expressions focused. The smoke from the incense burner on one side was shone with sunlight, and it was a faint purple.

“Everyone who is able to sit here today is aware of the mutual influence between Dao Jue and Jian Jue, but how exactly they influence each other and how to guide them in a direction that is beneficial to one’s own practice is everyone’s homework.

All I can do is give you guidance and advice, but the practice of Taoism is like drinking water, and only you know whether it is hot or cold. “

Lu Cheng’s voice gradually became louder as the sunlight moved. The Taoism he described seemed to have generated power in this peaceful Taoist palace, purifying people’s souls, as if they could sense the peaceful sky beyond this earthly world.

While telling the story, Lu Cheng occasionally waved the whisk in his hand, causing gusts of subtle wind sounds. The whisk seemed to carry some kind of magical power, sweeping lightly according to the owner’s will, and the air was filled with clear and ethereal auras.

The nuns listened to the teachings attentively, with a look of enlightenment appearing on their faces from time to time, as if they had already associated it with their own practice.

Under Lu Cheng’s guidance, the Taoist palace was filled with a devout spirit of seeking the Tao. Lu Cheng and everyone present seemed to be out of this world, immersed in the endless Taoism.

My life is also limited, but the Tao is limitless. To pursue the limitless with the limited is dangerous! To become a wise man is even more dangerous!
Two hours later, in the palace garden.

“Alas, thinking back to the past, the five of us were known as the Five Friends of the Red Heart Temple. We would gather together from time to time for banquets and exchange our respective Taoist experiences. We were so happy at that time. Although we were not as good as you at that time, at least we could still communicate. Now, I can’t even understand many parts of your lectures.”

Lu Cheng and Chen Qingfeng walked side by side. In the Taoist palace before them, there were Lu Cheng’s Taoist partner, concubines, disciples, and old friends.

As for Lin Wanrong, Rong Jiaoer and Zhou Qingyun, they have been working under Lu Cheng in recent years. They had some contributions in the past and have some talents today. Naturally, they have some face in Lu Cheng and can attend Taoist lectures.

Xue Yuzhen, Lin Wanrong, Rong Jiaoer, Zhou Qingyun, and Fang Shiman have been secretly called the Five Servants by outsiders because they often represent Lu Cheng to go down the mountain to handle tedious matters in recent years.

However, Lu Cheng himself is a member of the Demonic Sect, so of course he doesn’t care about this.

“Qingfeng, let’s put aside the matter of Chixin Temple. From now on, you can live in Guizang Mountain. Wouldn’t it be pleasant for you and I to get together every day and discuss Taoism?” Lu Cheng’s eyes fell on the graying hair of the middle-aged Taoist priest next to him, and he extended a sincere invitation.

“If you are really worried, let Qingyun and Peifang go back first, so that you and I can spend more years together as brothers.”

“…No, thank you very much, Brother Lu. Thank you very much.”

As he spoke, Chen Qingfeng bowed deeply to Lu Cheng.

He knew in his heart that Lu Cheng wanted to help him. He was going to receive Taoist teachings every day on Guizang Mountain and use all kinds of rare spiritual objects to replenish his body and prolong his life.

“But Brother Lu, you also said that practicing Taoism is a very personal matter. All others can do is to provide assistance. I know my own business. I have lost my mind in this life, and I will never be able to practice Taoism again.”

After a slight hesitation, Chen Qingfeng finally rejected Lu Cheng’s invitation, even though this was almost the immortal fate that everyone in the world dreamed of.

“After all these years, you still haven’t let it go?”

“…Men, is it wrong to love a woman?”

“But she is a ghost.”

Lu Cheng looked at his old friend beside him, and ultimately felt helpless.

Humans and ghosts have different paths. Chen Qingfeng was harmed by the fire spirit Li Qing in the past, which ruined his own path. Although Li Qing was beaten to death, Chen Qingfeng’s path was completely ruined.

At this moment, Lu Cheng suddenly turned around. “Who’s hiding there? Come out!”

Following Lu Cheng’s stern shout, two old Taoist priests came out from the shadow corner tremblingly and bowed down at the same time.

“Meet Master Lu, meet Chen Shangxiu.”

One of them had very long eyebrows that fell down on both sides, and the other had a beard under his nose that fell down on both sides. They were the two elders of Mount Jiuhua who always stayed with Jiao Shan and Meng Jin. They were Jiao Shan and Meng Jin.

Although these two people are notorious among high-level cultivators, they are Jindan Grandmasters after all, and they have the power to come directly to visit Lu Cheng.

“What do you two need?”

Lu Cheng adjusted his tone slightly and then asked this.

“Uh, this…” The two elders from Jiuhua Mountain raised their heads slightly and looked at Chen Qingfeng.

As soon as Lu Cheng frowned, Chen Qingfeng immediately said:
“Brother Lu, you must have some urgent business here, so you don’t have to accompany me. The Wanshou Palace has countless beautiful scenery. This time I will accompany Qingyun and the others to have more fun.”

“Okay, you and Qingyun must stay longer this time.”

After Chen Qingfeng left, Lu Cheng turned around and said, “You two, it’d be better if you have something important to say.”

Just like Mrs. Shi Lin Wanrong, Rong Jiaoer, and Zhou Qingyun back then, the two elders from Jiuhua Mountain were also conquered by Lu Cheng.

Even someone as arrogant as He Tianyan, the White Bone God, allowed the two elders from Jiuhua Mountain to join the White Bone Cave. Apart from anything else, the cultivation and status of these two people meant that there would definitely be a place where they could be used.

Although Master Huang Longzi has some Jindan Zhenren and Jindan Grandmaster subordinates, they are Master’s subordinates after all, and Lu Cheng cannot use them as he pleases.

“Reporting to the Immortal, it seems that the old demon Shang from Dongji Island was assassinated by the monks of Dongyang Orthodox Church. The great deserted island of Dongji was razed to the ground, but the old demon Shang seemed to be escaping to the Western Regions.”

“Shang Xiwen? …Okay, tell us everything you know.”

Back then, Deng Dongyuan rose up in the East China Sea with the help of Yuanshi Tianmo’s strategy. He founded a sect and called himself the Twin Saints. He ran rampant in the East China Sea for hundreds of years. Taoism was fading and demons were rising, suppressing the Three Immortal Islands in the East China Sea so much that they dared not raise their heads. At that time, the Dongyang Orthodox Church seemed to have no objection to Deng Dongyuan’s possession of the holy scriptures, and even tried to win him over.

But things went wrong when it came to Shang Xiwen. The Dongyang Orthodox Church sent out several masters who lay in wait for several years and then wiped out the Deng and Shang families on the great deserted island of Dongyang in one fell swoop.

The monks of the Deng and Shang families in Dongji have been doing evil for many years. Now they are being destroyed by others, but they should have no complaints or blame. It is just the cycle of nature.

But thinking back to Master Deng’s demeanor in the past, Lu Cheng still felt a little regretful. Of course, he also knew that with Master Deng’s character, firstly, he would make secret arrangements to revive the family, and secondly, he would not care too much whether the Deng and Shang families were destroyed or not.

To Master Deng, the Deng and Shang families on the great deserted island of Dongji were nothing more than tools for him to plunder resources and assist his own cultivation.

If this is the case, then let it be destroyed. Why should we regret it?
“You have done a great job on this matter. Go down now.”

“Yes.”

The two elders from Jiuhua Mountain bowed and retreated, looking at each other with some excitement.

Knowing that Master Lu has always been generous, such a praise this time will surely lead to rewards in the future.

“Master Deng… Yuanshi Tianmo Strategy!”

Lu Cheng’s current realm of cultivation is already at the top level in the world of Tongxuan cultivation. It seems that he has everything he needs, but in fact, he mainly practices martial arts, and supplements with sword techniques and escape techniques. He lacks magic weapons and elixirs.

Because before Master Huang Longzi, the Jindan Zhenren realm was already the pinnacle of this world. There were few fifth-level weapon refiners, few fifth-level alchemy masters, and even fewer Jindan Zhenren themselves, so naturally everything was lacking.

The Yuanshi Tianmo Strategy is definitely the first-rate martial arts technique in this world. Even the master is powerless to snatch the one in the Tianmo Palace, but this one is worth a look.

Thinking of this, Lu Cheng immediately used his escape light to head for the Canglong Temple. The Northern Sect’s Demonic Sect was firmly in the hands of his master. If he wanted to launch a force search, he had to have the approval of Taoist Huang Longzi. Moreover, if he was to directly make enemies with the Dongyang Orthodox Church, he would not be able to do so without informing his master.

The sky is filled with yellow sand, boundless and endless, and in the distance there is a line of sky, desolate and vast.

The scorching sun burned the earth, and the heat wave twisted and spread on the ground, like a ghost. Occasionally, a gust of wind swept in, rolling up countless yellow sands, gradually forming a storm. A Taoist with a pale face rushed into the storm with the magic of walking, feeling the sand hitting his face, which was as painful as needles, and feeling the powerlessness that he had not felt for hundreds of years.

There are people in heaven and on earth pursuing him, so Shang Xiwen can only use the magic movement technique that only cultivators in the Qi training stage can use.

(End of this chapter)