I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 30: Ghostland Tricks, Golden Whip to Subdue Demons
It is probably because dignitaries often go up the mountain to worship the immortal master.

The road leading to Jinding Temple is very spacious and flat. The Taoist temple covers an area of ​​several acres and is magnificent. There are strange pines and cypresses on the roadside, three or five willow trees in front of the temple, and several tall bamboos.

The open space in front of the temple was filled with people kneeling, and the sounds of wailing and praying for water could be heard continuously.

Several Taoists carried wooden buckets filled with water and stood in front of the temple with disgust on their faces: "The water in our temple is not free. If you want to drink water, you have to pay for it."

The fat Taoist leader said loudly: "If you don't have money, go to the Wanzhang Cliff Feiying Gorge. As long as you throw a baby down, you will have water to drink. If you can't bear to sacrifice your own children, you can also throw someone else's children down..."

"Master Dao, please, Master Dao, my mother is dying of thirst..."

"Please give me some water..."

As they spoke, the hungry and thirsty refugees rushed forward, but were ruthlessly swept away by the Taoists holding swords and sticks.

“Master, please, my mother…” The thin young man with chapped lips ignored the beatings from sticks and still clung tightly to the fat Taoist’s thighs.

"Okay, okay, you don't have money but still want to drink water, right?!" The fat and white Taoist leader smiled and scooped up a full bucket of water from the bucket.

"Thank you..." The young man was overjoyed. He let go of his hand and was about to use the bottle he was carrying to catch the water.

However, he hadn't finished speaking yet.

The smile on the fat Taoist's face turned into a sneer. He raised his hand and the water in the ladle was sprinkled into the air, reflecting a few rainbows in the sunlight.

The water dripped onto the flower bed a few steps away and quickly seeped into the soil.

The young boy and the hungry people threw themselves on the flower bed like crazy, scrambling to scoop out moist soil from under the withered tree roots and put it in their mouths, sucking greedily, trying to extract that little bit of moisture.

"Hahaha…"

The fat middle-aged Taoist laughed: "There is a saying that is right, people who are dying of thirst and hunger are no longer human, but beasts..."

"They will use their own children and relatives to save their own lives, right? This is better than the so-called 'eating one's own children', hahaha..."

Several young Taoists holding sticks beside him looked struggling when they heard this, but they could only agree with him and smile reluctantly.

"Drink it, drink it."

Seeing everyone scrambling frantically for the moist soil, the fat Taoist became more excited. He scooped up a bucket of water and poured it into the flower bed.

Some people even fought in front of the Taoist temple for a bite of moist sand.

But no hungry people dared to directly snatch the clean water in the wooden barrel behind the middle-aged fat Taoist.

Otherwise, that would be the same fate as the corpses carried by Taoist children and thrown off the cliff not far away.

...

Ji Yuan stood quietly on the treetop, witnessing all this, with a frown on his face.

“Could it be that these Taoists in Jinding Temple are also related to the drought? What, what is going on…” Ji Yuan felt a little confused.

If I can’t figure it out, I won’t think about it.

Later, these Taoists will be caught and tortured one by one.

Ji Yuan stood on the treetop branch, and could not help but pinch his fingers and circulate his magic power, using his magical power [Call the Wind and Summon the Rain].

Ji Yuan knew that this was only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. Even with his current magical power, the wind and rain could only cover a few dozen miles.

But in the end, I couldn't help but cast a spell, which at least solved the problem temporarily.

"Here comes the rain!"

"Whoosh" wisps of wind and fog, stirred by magic power, gathered into dark clouds, covering the entire sky above the Jinding Temple.

"This..." The fat Taoist was shocked: "This is impossible. Who dares to cast a spell to summon rain clouds?"

From the eaves of the Taoist temple, drops of rain fell like threads.

The hungry people were so surprised that they couldn't believe it and started dancing wildly: "Oh God, please open your eyes!!"

"The rain is coming, the rain is coming!! The immortals are appearing, God is opening his eyes..."

The dripping rain fell on people's faces. They couldn't believe it. This was the long-awaited rain.

The victims knelt on the ground and set up pots and pans to collect rainwater.

Ji Yuan jumped down from the treetop, walked past the victims, and headed towards the gate of Jinding Temple.

Wherever he passed, the rain flew several feet into the air and did not touch him at all.

The fat Taoist noticed Ji Yuan and asked loudly, "Who are you? How dare you cast a spell to summon rain clouds? Aren't you afraid that the Yunzhou families will chop you into pieces?"

"stop!"

Ji Yuan seemed not to hear and walked towards him step by step.

"Catch him for me!" The fat white Taoist was a little frightened and yelled to both sides.

Seven or eight sticks brought up a whistling evil wind.

"Zheng!" Two golden lights flashed, and with a loud bang, the sticks that were attacking from all directions were swept into two pieces.

"Ah... Ouch..." Several young Taoists holding sticks were knocked back several steps by the powerful force of the golden whip and rolled on the ground.

They were holding broken sticks, their eyes full of fear.

“If you move again, I’ll whip you and your brains will fly all over the place.” Ji Yuan pointed the golden whip in his hand at the head of the fat Taoist who was about to escape.

"You! Boy, who are you? How dare you cause trouble in my Xuanwei Sect's territory!" The fat Taoist priest held on and asked threateningly.

"I am Ji Yuan, a Qi-refining master from Yuntai Mountain of the Xuanwei Sect."

Upon hearing this, the fat Taoist's face changed slightly. He clenched his fists and suddenly attacked Ji Yuan's chest.

But his martial arts skills are only good enough for fighting mortals, and are no match for Ji Yuan, who has mastered the profound arts of gods and demons.

"Snap!" Ji Yuan stretched out one hand and grabbed the fat Taoist's hands first, squeezing them with a little force.

"Ah!!" The fat white Taoist screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and his whole body collapsed to the ground. The several young Taoists around him were also frightened and turned pale.

However, the fat Taoist's two thick arms were crushed into pieces by Ji Yuan's hands, and blood and flesh were shattered, with bones and fragments flying everywhere.

These Taoists all have magical powers.

The fat Taoist priest also had several decades of magical powers. Therefore, even though his palms were crushed into pieces, he did not lose blood and faint. He was even able to struggle and beg for mercy.

"You know I'm a fellow cultivator from Xuanwei Sect, but you still dare to attack and kill me. You are so bold."

"Grandpa! Grandpa, spare my life!" The fat white Taoist turned pale, his cheeks trembled with pain, and he kept begging for mercy.

"I will spare your life for now. Go and call the person in charge of the temple to come see me."

As he spoke, Ji Yuan grabbed the fat Taoist priest lying on the ground and lifted him into the air with one hand; holding a pair of golden whips in the other hand, he walked into the temple.

The young Taoists were so frightened by Ji Yuan's brutal behavior that they trembled in fear and quickly got up and followed behind.

Ji Yuan walked into the main hall of the palace without any hesitation, as if he was returning to his own home. He left the fat Taoist priest behind and sat down on the main seat in the middle.

The fat white Taoist priest was covered in blood and rolled over in the hall, wailing non-stop with a sound that shook the heavens.

Ji Yuan waited for several breaths, but saw the young Taoists standing in front of the hall in fear, not making any moves. He couldn't help but ask, "Huh? I told you to call the person in charge, why aren't you moving?"

Several young Taoist priests were frightened and no one dared to speak. Seeing Ji Yuan's impatience, he stood up with the golden whip.

Among them was a young Taoist priest in his twenties with a hairy mole on his left cheek. He was pushed by the crowd and said boldly, "Master... Senior... the one you are stepping on is our temple master, Taoist Lingcheng."

"Him? Taoist from Lingcheng..." Ji Yuan loosened his foot.

After a careful sense, it was found that within a hundred miles of the Taoist temple, Ji Yuan could sense the aura of the cultivators with his magical powers and practice. The one with the highest magical powers was indeed this fat Taoist priest.

I thought there must be some masters in the temple, and that I couldn't sense the other party's aura with my own magical power.

It was precisely because of this concern that the Taoist priest from Lingcheng was spared.

After all, I am a guest. If I want to beat a dog, I have to look at the owner first. How can I have the nerve to start killing people as soon as I arrive?

"Replying to you, senior, he is indeed our temple master..." another Taoist priest stood up and said.

"In this case…"

Ji Yuan raised the golden whip.

“No! No! Brother, please spare me…” The Taoist from Lingcheng was wriggling on the ground in fear.

Before he finished speaking, the golden whip had already fallen.

"Bang!" The fat head exploded.

Blood mist flew several feet high, mixed with red and white brain matter, flying all over the sky.

Ji Yuan waved his sleeves and swept it away with his magic power.

But it splashed all over the young Taoist priests, frightening them so much that they all collapsed to the ground, trembling all over, and kept wiping the blood plasma from their faces with their sleeves.

Before leaving, Linghe Zhenren once said: "You must be kind-hearted, but you must not be soft-handed."

Ji Yuan followed his instructions completely.

"What's your name?" Ji Yuan pointed at the wretched little Taoist priest with a hairy mole on his left cheek who spoke first.

"Zhang... Zhang Fu, I don't have a Taoist name yet..." Zhang Fu replied in a trembling voice with fear in his eyes.

"I came here on the orders of Master Linghe of Yuntaiyuan to pray for rain and cure the disaster in Yunzhou. Now it seems that this so-called drought is not a natural disaster at all, but a man-made disaster."

Ji Yuan looked at Zhang Fu and asked, "Did you secretly collude with the evildoers and cast a spell to lock away the water vapor in the area?"

Just now, when Ji Yuan cast a spell to call for rain, he always felt constrained.

When he was in Yuntai Mountain, his magical powers were fully unleashed and he could easily summon wind, fog and water vapor from hundreds of miles away, covering the entire Taoist temple.

When they arrived in Yunzhou, they used all their magical powers, but they could only barely hold back a few wisps of moisture and make a few drops of water fall within a few miles.

It was as if the water vapor in the rivers, lakes and seas was forcibly locked and imprisoned by someone, and could not be summoned at all.

"I dare not, I dare not! How dare we collude with demons." Zhang Fu was afraid that Ji Yuan would hit him with the golden whip, so he knelt on the ground and shook his head.

"So, what exactly is going on?"

"Yes... I am of low position and power, so I don't know..." Zhang Fu nodded first, then shook his head repeatedly.

"If you don't tell me, this will be the outcome." Ji Yuan walked slowly up to him and pointed the golden whip at the headless corpse on the ground.

"Everyone else, go out first!" Seeing that Zhang Fu seemed to have some concerns, Ji Yuan looked at the other Taoists outside the hall.

Upon hearing this, the other Taoists felt as if they had been pardoned. They hurriedly got up and left, closing the door of the hall.

"Go ahead."

"I... I only know that the drought in Yunzhou is indeed not a natural disaster, but it is also not a man-made disaster. It is a demonic disaster."

"Oh, a demonic disaster? Tell me in detail." Ji Yuan did not show any surprise.

"More than a decade ago, a dragon came from the East China Sea. It was called 'Prince White Dragon' and lived in Feiying Gorge under the Wanzhang Cliff."

"This 'White Dragon Prince' has great magical powers. He sucked away the moisture from Yunzhou for thousands of miles, which caused Yunzhou to suffer from drought for several years."

Ji Yuan frowned: "How dare the monster come to our territory to cause trouble? Aren't you afraid that the masters of our human race will punish it?"

The domain, located in the center of the six domains, is known as the "Red County Shenzhou". It is the place where the essence of the human race lies and it should be said to be the safest place.

According to common sense, any big monster or giant demon would not dare to rashly enter Zhongzhou; there are many high-level cultivators from the six religions of the human race, and this is no different from seeking death.

“Some ignorant casual cultivators who came to pray for rain were swallowed up by the ‘White Dragon Prince’ or turned into a meat paste with one blow of his tail. Senior, senior, you…” Zhang Fu looked at Ji Yuan, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Ji Yuan interrupted and asked, "I prayed for this rain. I see that you are not a bad person, so I will spare your life. Tell me, why is it that there is drought everywhere, but your Jinding Temple and the noble families in Yunzhou City are not short of water?"

"I don't know much about this. I only know that those noble families are in collusion with the evil dragon in Feiyingjian, or have reached some kind of deal in secret." Zhang Fu frowned and thought.

"As for our Taoist temple, there is an ancient well that leads to Feiying Gorge. The water has never been cut off for thousands of years."

"So that's how it is." Ji Yuan seemed to understand.

The aristocratic families in this world are not just simply wealthy; those who can be called aristocratic families all have people who practice cultivation among them.

They even have intricate connections with the major sects in the domain, or there are people in the clan who are practicing in a major sect.

This is the case for Chen Hai's Chen family and Yin Yao's Yin family.

"They dared to collude with evildoers. It seems it's time to teach them a lesson." Ji Yuan was not afraid.

So what if they are from aristocratic families? According to Xuanwei's teachings, anyone who dares to collude with evildoers will be punished by having his soul extracted and his spirit refined.

"Which immortal scholar family in the city is the most prominent?" Ji Yuan was ready to cut the Gordian knot.

"The Zhao family of Jin'an, the Li family of Yunlu, and my own Zhang family of Hugong..."

Zhang Fu quickly explained, "I am just a side branch. I have been serving the Immortal Master of Lingcheng in Jinding Temple since I was young. There are thousands of side branch members like me in the Zhang family. I don't know what the core of the clan is planning."

"Among these three families, how about the one with the highest cultivation? What magical powers does he have?" Ji Yuan didn't care.

"The patriarchs of the three families this generation have all practiced for hundreds of years. As for magical powers? How can ordinary cultivators access them?"

"However, it is said that the Yunzhou Zhao family is also a branch. The ancestor of the Zhao family, a large clan, practiced in the Xuanwei Sect in the Nanshan area outside the domain. It is said that he has practiced for tens of thousands of years and is an extremely powerful master."

"The one who mastered the [Five Prisons Escape Pillar], right?" Ji Yuan suddenly asked.

"Hmm...eh, how did you know?"

"I used to have contacts with his descendants in Yuntaiyuan, so I have heard of him."

"Senior, do you want me to inform the three families that a senior from the Xuanwei Sect has arrived in Yunzhou, and ask them to come and see you?" Zhang Fu asked cautiously.

No matter how powerful the three families are, they are, after all, just mortal clans that are descendants of powerful men. The so-called clan leaders are not disciples of Xuanwei Sect. Ji Yuan is a formal representative of Xuanwei Sect.

Ji Yuan turned around and sat on the chair, shaking his head and looking outside: "No need, just now someone among the Taoists secretly ran to pass the message, and now they are here."

"Ah...this..."

"You came just in time, so I don't have to go door to door looking for them." Ji Yuan tightly grasped the golden whip, concentrating his mind and sensing the aura of the three monks outside, who were approaching quickly with great momentum.

Look at this posture.

It's inevitable that we have to do it again.

(End of this chapter)