Fengyunlu

Quan Xinzi woke up from a dream, as if he had broken free from a long bondage. His heart was filled with unprecedented ease and joy, as if the shackles all over his body were quietly loosening. This feeling rose from deep within his heart and flowed through his body, causing his meridians to begin to crazily pour into the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The spiritual energy consumed last night is now gradually being replenished, like the rising sun, slowly rising from the horizon, emitting a warm light. The light became brighter and brighter, and became more and more solid, until finally, traces of marks appeared in Quan Xinzi's state of mind. This is when he has practiced for many years and gone through countless hardships, finally touching the edge of the Tao.

At the same time, the power of spiritual development gradually began to attach itself to his sea of ​​consciousness. This is a mysterious power that originates from the depths of Tao and can guide him to understand the world more deeply and grasp the power of Tao more accurately.

As time went by, the silk seal gradually began to take shape, like a seed, slowly taking root and sprouting in his sea of ​​consciousness. Its appearance made Quan Xinzi feel a touch of warmth in his Dantian, which was a sign of the condensation of the Tao Seal. He understood that as soon as this seal was completed, he would truly enter the Daoxuan realm, which would be an important milestone in his cultivation career.

Full of joy, Quan Xinzi immediately decided to go back to retreat and concentrate on condensing the Tao Seal to prevent any mistakes during the imprinting. However, at this moment, an accident happened. The disciples at the foot of the mountain came back one after another. They did not know that Quan Xinzi was at a critical moment. They mistakenly thought that he was standing at the mountain gate waiting for everyone, so they shouted his name loudly. The sound was like a thunder, instantly interrupting Quan Xinzi's state of mind.

The loss of mood made Quan Xinzi unable to enter the previous artistic conception. He tried several times but failed. In the end, he shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself that the opportunity had passed, and if he couldn't seize it, he could only let nature take its course.

The condensation of the Tao Seal was interrupted, and the prototype was stuck in the Dantian and could not be completed. This means that he cannot imprint the Dao Seal on Ziyuan Zhenqi, otherwise the Dao will be blocked and there will be endless disasters in the future. Faced with such a situation, Quan Xinzi had no choice but to give up.

He raised his head and looked at the dozen or so disciples who had already approached at the foot of the mountain. The leading disciple led a child on each side, one about ten years old and the other six or seven years old. He sighed and asked what happened.

It turned out that these two children were the grandsons of Zhu Laohan, an old farmer at the foot of the mountain. I wish the old man will visit the Taoist temple early and Quan Xinzi will naturally remember him. He knew that Old Man Zhu lived a poor life, so he took care of them in the Taoist temple. However, he lost contact with his son and daughter-in-law after they went to the market a few years ago, leaving two young grandchildren to raise. In the past few years, I wish the old man to take on the responsibility of raising them alone.

It rained suddenly last night and flash floods appeared to be gaining momentum. Quan Xinzi ordered the disciples in Guanzhong to go down the mountain to help, and Zhu Laohan also had a disciple from his family go to assist. However, at this moment, Zhu Laohan's farm cow was about to give birth. Cows are stubborn in nature, especially in their maternal nature. They insist on staying at home and give birth to their babies in the cowshed with difficulty. Zhu, an old man with two young grandsons, lives a poor life. The cattle were raised when he was in his prime, and they have a deep affection for each other. Moreover, his family's livelihood depends on the cattle, how dare he give up so easily? As for the disciple of Quan Xin Sect who was not cultivated enough, he could not forcefully take away the cattle that were about to give birth, unless he did not consider its life or death. So Mr. Zhu decided to stay alone to take care of the cattle and his grandsons, and let the disciples of the Zhengxin Sect take their two grandsons out to avoid trouble.

Later, the disciple took his two children to join his senior brother. After some discussion, everyone took the people at the foot of the mountain to higher ground to avoid the torrent. After two hours of busy work, the resettlement of more than 60 households in the nearest mountain village has just been completed. The disciples then had to go back to a village a little further away to resettle other villagers. However, shortly after dawn, the heavy rain that was supposed to last for the first half of the month gradually stopped.

Although the disciples were surprised, they didn't think much about it. Some disciples with a higher level of cultivation saw a flash of sword light in the clouds and understood that this was the Master's move to forcibly break up the cumulus clouds. While they were rejoicing, they had no time to think about why their master had uncharacteristically interfered with the laws of nature, so they all started to help the people at the foot of the mountain return to the village. After all, most villagers are unwilling to give up their livelihood. When they go up the mountain, they carry a lot of heavy objects, and they naturally have to work hard to get back down. Fortunately, the journey down the mountain was much less labor-intensive, so I was happy when I came down the mountain. As the sun was setting, the resettlement work was almost completed.

Quan Xinzi was filled with emotion after listening to his disciple's report. He knew that although this flash flood had brought considerable disaster to the people at the foot of the mountain, it also made them more united and helped each other to face difficulties together. At the same time, he also understood that as the host of the Taoist temple, he should always pay attention to the safety of the people at the foot of the mountain and do his best to provide them with help and support.

Thinking of this, Quan Xinzi decided to practice in seclusion again and strive to complete the condensation of the Dao Seal as soon as possible and enter the Dao Xuan realm so as to better serve the people at the foot of the mountain. He believes that as long as he has love and responsibility in his heart, he can move forward no matter how difficult the road is until he reaches his goal.

All the disciples of the Zhengxin Sect returned to the mountain gate one after another. Most of them completed their tasks, and only a dozen or so stayed to continue to improve the follow-up work. Among those who stayed, there was a special disciple. He was the disciple who went to Zhu Laohan's house last night to perform a mission. This time, he returned to the mountain with Zhu Laohan's grandson. He originally planned to send the child home, but as he approached the door, he noticed an unusual smell.

As a practitioner, this disciple is more sensitive than ordinary people and his eyesight is sharper. When he was less than three miles away from Zhu Laohan's house, he suddenly felt frightened. He thought it was Zhu Laohan's cattle that would give birth to a child smoothly, and the owner was so happy that he went to hide elsewhere. However, when he looked up, what he saw horrified him.

Zhu Laohan's house has collapsed and is in ruins. The expected newborn baby has turned out to be a tragedy. A huge boulder fell on the cowshed, and the old man Zhu, the laboring cow and the newly-born calf underneath suffered a tragic death. The blood had dried and broken pieces of flesh were scattered on the ground. And the poor child, who was only six or seven years old, witnessed all this but quietly did not cry.

The child's little hands trembled as he tried to pick up the broken pieces of flesh. He wanted to piece together his former relatives. But what can he know at a young age? He couldn't tell which part was human and which was cow. The older child stood aside with tears streaming down his face. He wanted to help, but found that he could not move a step.

At this time, the disciple of Zhengxinmen understood all this. He silently stepped forward and helped move the boulder away so that the child could pick up his relatives. Afterwards, he dug a deep pit in the ruins and buried the broken body. The two children had lost all their relatives and had nowhere to go, so the disciples of the Zhengxin Sect took them back to the mountain.

Quan Xinzi, the head of the Zhengxin Sect, nodded silently after learning all this. He adopted these two children into the temple and taught them how to practice. More than ten years later, the two children grew up, the eldest became a handsome young man, and the second became graceful. They were first formed in Xuanmen, and their cultivation has reached the level of Fengchu. This achievement is not too high among Xuanmen, but it is already very difficult for them.

Quan Xinzi knew that these two children were extremely talented, but their cultivation had only scratched the surface of Taoism. If they cannot get guidance from experts, it will be difficult for them to make breakthroughs in their cultivation. So, he decided to let the two brothers go out to seek refuge, and first went to Qingli Palace to look for opportunities. If given the chance, they might become masters in Xuanmen.