I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 42: Kunwu Mountain; Lingbao Taoist

Kunwu Mountain is a majestic and beautiful mountain with colorful mist and clouds, thousand-year-old cypress trees and ten-thousand-year-old bamboos. From time to time, you can hear the cry of cranes, and the top of the mountain reaches the blue sky, like a giant winding dragon, stretching for tens of thousands of miles with no end in sight.

On Luanyang Peak, where rich spiritual energy condensed into frost and mist, an old man with white hair and beard and a wrinkled face fell from the sky. He cast a finger print with magical power and opened the heavy stone gate mechanism on the cliff.

"Click, click, click" the stone gate slowly rose, revealing a young man in a moon-white robe, who looked to be about twenty years old, with hair several meters long and a handsome face like a graceful young man.

The stone chamber was littered with cobwebs and dust, mixed with a slight odor of decay.

The old man knelt down in front of the young man, his lips trembling and sobbing: "Ancestor! Cheng... Cheng Yin is dead..."

After a long time, the young man, covered in spider silk and with unkempt hair several feet long, opened his cold eyes, revealing a sense of vicissitudes that was inconsistent with his image.

Even, there is a sense of lifelessness.

The long-lost sunlight from outside the cave shone into the dark cave. The young man blinked and stretched out his hand to block it. After a long period of seclusion, he seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the sunlight from the outside.

This handsome young man in white is none other than Zhao Luan, the ancestor of the Zhao family, who is famous in all realms and has mastered the [Five Hells Immortal Escape Pillar].

The only thing people remember about him is his Buddhist name 'Luanyang Laozu'.

Zhao Luan exuded a rotten aura. He looked up at the sky, with a look of doubt in his eyes: "Who is Cheng Yin? Who are you?"

"I am the 51st generation clan leader Zhao Xiong, ancestor; Chengyin is my son, the 52nd generation direct descendant." Seeing that the ancestor seemed a little confused, the old man hurriedly reminded him.

"I don't remember..." Zhao Luan shook his head.

When he was in seclusion, it might be for a few hundred years at the shortest and eight or nine thousand years at the longest. Even if his immortal family had a long lifespan and countless generations of descendants had passed through the human world, how could he remember them?

"Three hundred, three hundred and seventy years ago: You saw him when you came out of seclusion, old ancestor. You also said that this kid is like you, with a stubborn spirit that refuses to admit defeat, and he will definitely be a great man in the future..." Zhao Xiong cried.

Zhao Luan waved his hands impatiently: "That's enough, he was killed, wasn't he? Whoever killed him, send someone to arrest him."

He didn't remember Cheng Yin at all. If the old man in front of him didn't have his blood, he would have slapped the nagging old man to death without hesitation.

"But...but that person's strength is unfathomable, and he has also mastered supernatural powers. His strength is no less than that of the true disciples of the sect. Even Cheng Yin is no match for him..."

"He is your descendant, he died such a tragic death..." Zhao Xiong cried.

"Let's go to Luanyang Peak and look for my former disciple... My disciple is dead, so I'll look for his grandson, there should be some still alive..." Zhao Luan was slightly moved.

Zhao Xiong was overjoyed, but Zhao Luan's next words struck him as if struck by lightning, and he stopped where he was.

"You must have been the first to bully others by relying on my reputation... From now on, you must restrain your descendants; make friends with the ancestors of the same sect, and never bully others at will..."

"Ancestor, you..." Zhao Xiong looked at Zhao Luan in surprise.

Only then did he realize that ever since the stone gate was opened, the entire Luanyang Peak, covering a thousand miles, was quietly filled with a faint smell of decay.

That is…

The smell of death.

Compared with three hundred years ago, when he had boundless divine power and was the most powerful among all the gods, the difference is like heaven and earth.

"No, no... Master, He will definitely find a way, He will, He will..." Zhao Xiong murmured with tears in his eyes.

"Maybe. Go...child." Zhao Luan's face became much softer and kinder, and there was hope in his eyes.

So what if I have infinite magical powers...

If you can’t become an immortal, your life will ultimately be just a mirage.

Haven’t you seen the ancient gods and demons, with invincible supernatural powers, roaring proudly at the sky, and measuring the heaven and earth with their Dharma bodies; at that time, even immortals and true saints could not avoid them.

But after thousands of years, only six immortals still stand.

The gods and demons who were said to be immortal and invincible turned out to be so corrupt that even their names disappeared in the long river of time and space.

What about him?

Just one step away from becoming an immortal.

But this little bit is far greater than what he has accumulated over the past 129,000 years, and it is difficult to break through the shackles.

The religious leaders have been researching and experimenting for millions of years. Perhaps this time they can really come up with a way to allow their disciples to achieve immortality without becoming immortals.

……

In Kanyuanze, Ji Yuan, in tattered clothes, finally emerged from the endless primitive wilderness.

After counting with my fingers, I realized that it took several months to walk by controlling the wind.

We have just flown tens of thousands of miles across Kanyuanze.

"I thought I was looking for some magical medicine to enhance my power, but it turned out to be just some poisonous weeds." Ji Yuan's eyes were bitter.

As soon as he entered the wilderness of Kanyuanze, he was lucky enough to discover a field of more than a dozen "exotic flowers" that were filled with spiritual energy and were no less than eight or nine hundred years old.

The key is that there is no exotic beast guarding.

Ji Yuan couldn't wait any longer, so he went down to pick it, chewed it up and refined it. As a result, his whole body felt numb, his hands and feet were sore, and he fell to the ground, unable to use his magic power.

It took a full half month to recover.

Fortunately, the centipede bee's magical skills and the ability to call the wind and rain have been practiced to perfection, and can be mobilized without using any magic power, which is enough to protect himself.

"You must be careful when picking herbs, and even more careful when swallowing them..."

The name and properties of that strange white flower are unknown; it is not recorded in "Lingxuan Guizhi" either.

This world is like a wild wilderness. The scope of exploration by humans, including monks, is very limited, and their understanding of species is also very rudimentary.

There are many magical medicines, tens of thousands of them, but their properties are completely unknown, let alone their efficacy.

Anything that can enhance your power when taken is a magic medicine.

Anything that makes you fall asleep as soon as you lie down and has side effects is poison.

The medicinal herbs recorded in "Lingxuan Guizhi" are the magical medicines that monks have tried time and time again and can be used to increase their powers.

After being Shennong for a while.

Ji Yuan no longer dared to rashly swallow the unfamiliar elixirs he picked.

They also picked those strange white flowers that could make the monks lose their magic power and feel limp all over.

It also includes the various exotic flowers and plants collected along the way by exploring with the help of centipedes.

Some of the medicines are at least a thousand years old.

He stuffed all of them into his sleeves, and there were actually hundreds of them stuffed into the entire sleeve.

I have to sigh; in this world, although the cultivation system is primitive and simple, the species are really rich.

As long as you enter the wilderness, you can find elixirs that are ten thousand years old, not to mention medicines that are one hundred, several thousand, or even one thousand years old almost everywhere.

It's like picking mushrooms.

Kanyuanze is merely connected to the endless wilderness. Especially in the wilderness, the deeper you go, the richer the spiritual energy becomes.

No wonder the wilderness is called 'Honghuang'.

However, Ji Yuan only tried it briefly and did not dare to go deep into the wilderness.

Deep in the wilderness, there are countless powerful demonic spirits, some of which are thousands of miles away. The mere sight of the demonic spirit rising into the sky is enough to make people terrified.

"If I hadn't been recommended by the Taoist Academy and hadn't been in a hurry to report to the ancestral temple, I really wouldn't want to leave. I would have retreated into the wilderness and cultivated my magic power for thousands or tens of thousands of years before coming out to mix with the crowd."

After only a few months of traveling, Ji Yuan's magic power had reached twenty years.

This is the five years of additional strength gained from finding some familiar elixirs in Kanyuan Lake, chewing them up and swallowing them.

The magic power accumulated over the past three to five years is better than nothing, and does not bring much improvement to the supernatural powers. Ji Yuan no longer thinks highly of it.

Many times, when using the wind bag as a magical weapon against the enemy, it is not because the magical power is inferior to that of the wind bag.

But the mana is too low.

The wind bag can summon winds from all directions, and supernatural powers can also be used to summon them.

Moreover, it can also attract rain clouds, condense into clouds and mist, make thunder and lightning, and gather into various magical rain. Especially after comprehending the rhyme of Taoism and being infected by the merits of Xuanhuang, in terms of mystery, the supernatural power is actually better than the magic weapon.

The function of magic tools is to allow people who do not possess supernatural powers to use them as a carrier to exert various supernatural powers.

Magical instruments are merely carriers of supernatural powers. Supernatural powers correspond to the great Dao. Ji Yuan has already got the foundation. His spirit and soul have been planted in the talisman. The proof is permanent. The only thing he lacks is magic power.

In order to fully unleash the power of [Call the Wind and Summon the Rain], one would need at least ten thousand years of magic power.

After leaving Kanyuanze, there are endless plains, hills and mountains in front of you. Looking from afar, gradually, there is a sense of human habitation.

The spiritual energy of cultivators is many times greater than that of Zhongzhou.

There are also countries, but most of them are ancient and wild areas.

Except for occasionally finding a hilltop to rest when feeling tired from traveling, they basically never stopped.

In the blink of an eye, another few months passed.

After walking for tens of thousands of miles, I could finally see a mountain range in the distance that was winding like a dragon, with towering peaks and ridges.

"Kunwu Mountain! We're finally here." Ji Yuan's face was weathered.

A ray of cloud light suddenly fell in front of him from thousands of miles away and transformed into the appearance of a child in yellow clothes.

She had a bun with two strands of silk tied together and a wide robe with fluttering sleeves. She looked like a boy younger than Ji Yuan, but her magical powers were unfathomable.

"You are the junior brother who came back from Zhongzhou, right? I am Lingyu, the attendant of the master. I have been ordered to come to greet you. Please come in." Lingyu pointed at the clouds under their feet and motioned Ji Yuan to come up.

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Ji Yuan flew into the clouds.

Only then did he realize that the cloud under his feet was actually a magical weapon.

"This is the master's magic weapon, the Eight Treasures Brocade Cloud Bag. It can be used to travel to the North Sea in the morning and Kunwu in the evening, with clouds and light for thousands of miles." Lingyu explained with a smile.

"Once you arrive at Kunwu Mountain, you are no longer considered an outer courtyard disciple. Even if you are not a true disciple, you are still considered a formal Xuanwei disciple. You don't have to be so polite in the future."

The Xuanwei Sect has many outer courtyards, either in Zhongzhou or in the Nanshan area. Those who practice in Taoist temples are only considered outer sects.

Only those who are recommended to come to Kunwu Mountain to practice are considered inner disciples and true disciples of Master Xuanwei.

As for the true teachings, they need to be selected from among the inner disciples.

"We now have more than 100,000 disciples in Kunwu Mountain. You should first go to Jinque Peak to be granted seniority and Dharma certificates, and then listen to the arrangements of the elders."

It was only when we arrived at Kunwu Mountain that we finally began to see the semblance of a sect.

According to Lingyu, the Xuanwei Sect has seventy-two peaks; the place where the ten true lineages are headed is called Jinque Peak.

Each peak has a chief elder who is responsible for managing the disciples of each peak.

"Brother, you came to pick me up in person. Does the master want to see me?" Ji Yuan asked.

"No, the master is in charge of more than 100,000 Qi-refining practitioners, and he is very busy. How could he meet you? It was the Great Master Linghe who sent a message, so the master made an exception and asked me to pick you up."

As they were talking, they had already arrived at a peak several thousand feet high, with flying eaves and brackets, and a golden palace with pavilions and treasure halls. Above them, one could see misty clouds and flying cranes, making it seem like a fairyland.

"You go to the palace yourself, the elders will make arrangements for you. I still have to go pick up a few fellow apprentices, so I'll take my leave first." Ling Yu put Ji Yuan in front of the Jinque Palace.

"Thank you." Ji Yuan bowed and watched Lingyu leave before walking into the Jinque Palace.

The hall was brightly lit and was several thousand feet wide. Many young men were already in the hall, and there were also a few middle-aged or elderly men, handling matters at their desks.

"Come here." A young man with a beard and dressed in white waved his hand.

Seeing the strong aura and magical power on his body, Ji Yuan did not dare to neglect: "Disciple Ji Yuan, greetings... greetings to the elder."

"Junior brother, don't dare to call me that. My secular surname is Liu and my Buddhist name is Lingquan." Lingquan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"In our sect, the teachings have been passed down from the founder, and there are generations such as Hong, Ji, Zhi, Guang, Xiao, Qing, Xu, Ling, Yu, etc."

Lingquan flipped open the book on the desk and said with a smile: "Junior brother is very lucky. He happens to be the last generation of Ling. In another five hundred years, he will be the Yu generation."

Having a high seniority naturally has its advantages, and one will be highly respected.

However, in the end, strength is still what matters.

"Put a drop of blood on this turtle shell."

Ji Yuan took the palm-sized black turtle shell and asked curiously, "What is the purpose of dripping blood?"

Is it some kind of curse to prevent disciples from betraying the sect?

"Drop the blood, go over there to Uncle Xu Jing, and ask him to burn a dharma name for you. You will know when you go there."

Lingquan said, leaning close to Ji Yuan and whispering: "If you have any spiritual objects on you, you'd better give some to Uncle Master, otherwise..."

Lingquan didn't say anything else. Ji Yuan already understood and nodded in understanding.

Following the instructions of Senior Brother Lingquan, we arrived at the side hall and saw a white-haired old man burning tortoise shells in a furnace. Next to him stood a mighty young man, who seemed to be new to Kunwu Mountain as well.

"Crack, crack, crack" the turtle shell shattered into cracks under the flames.

Xu Jing squinted his eyes and said, "Lou Kang, the master gave me the name Dan, so from now on I will be called Lingdan."

"Zero? Uncle-master, this doesn't sound nice. After all, I am the number one genius in the Lou family. You should quickly give me a nice name..." Lou Kang kept shaking his head.

"That won't do. This is a gift from the ancestors."

"But your tortoise shell is a mess of scribbles. Who the hell can understand it except you? It's clearly what you said." Lou Kang was so angry that he couldn't help swearing, and his magic power was surging.

At such a young age, he possesses hundreds of years of magical powers. No wonder even his uncle-master doesn't take him seriously.

After all, strength is what cultivators respect. No matter how strong the uncle or grandmaster is, one has to fight to know who is stronger.

"Hmph! Next one." Xu Jing raised his head with a look of disdain on his face.

Jinque Palace was the territory of the headmaster, and no one dared to be presumptuous. Lou Kang, who was given the Buddhist name "Lingdan", did not dare to take any action after all. He snorted coldly and walked away angrily.

Ji Yuan walked forward, took out a handful of the various spiritual herbs he had picked in Kanyuanze from his sleeve, and handed them over mixed with the turtle shell.

"You are still sensible." Xu Jing waved his sleeves, took the elixirs calmly, and then threw the tortoise shell into the furnace.

"I hope that Uncle Master can give me a nice Taoist name." Ji Yuan said with a bow.

"What do you mean your uncle gave it to you? It was given by the ancestors. What do you know? People who practice Taoism perform Taoism in both movement and stillness. They have mysterious spiritual responses. The Taoist name was bestowed by the ancestors and represents the achievements of a lifetime." Xu Jing corrected loudly and seriously, fearing that others could not hear him.

"Yes, it was given by the master. I hope the master will give me a Taoist name that sounds nice." Ji Yuan said with a smile.

"Kakaka…"

The tortoise shell cracked in the firelight.

"Ji Yuan, the master bestowed the name Fa, Ling Fa." Xu Jing said, twirling his beard.

But his eyes were always fixed on Ji Yuan's sleeve where the elixir was stored.

He didn't even look at the turtle shell.

I don't know how this old man determined the word "law".

"The spiritual method is good. The law is to regulate yin and yang; the law is to organize rules and regulations; the law is the infinite magic!" Lingquan, who was watching from a distance, praised.

Ji Yuan also nodded. The spiritual method was indeed good and suitable for him. He would master thousands of magic spells in the future.

Xu Jing stroked his beard with a proud look on his face. With Lingquan's help, he was proud of his ability to name things.

"Kakaka…"

At this moment, the tortoise shell cracked again, and creases appeared on it, forming a mysterious and profound ancient seal image.

“This…” Xu Jing glared slightly and pulled off a few long whiskers.

"What's wrong, uncle?" Ji Yuan asked puzzledly.

After a while, Xu Jing regained his composure: "Ahem, sorry, I was actually wrong just now."

"Ji Yuan, the ancestor gave me the name Bao, and my Dharma name is Lingbao."

(End of this chapter)