Chapter 511: The Heavenly Master Descends the Mountain, One Person at a Time
Longhu Mountain, by a lake.
The old Taoist priest wore a straw hat and fished with a straight hook, but the fish basket was empty. It was obvious that the result of learning to fish from Jiang Taigong was not ideal.
But he was not in a hurry at all and continued to fish quietly, with his snow-white beard fluttering gently in the wind.
Ever since Zhang Qianyang took over as the eighth generation Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu, the old Heavenly Master gradually gave up all his affairs and spent his days playing chess, fishing, or planting flowers in front of his wife's grave.
Occasionally, when he was in the mood, he would teach the younger disciples, but unfortunately, there were not many good talents among the ten generations of disciples.
Having taught disciples like Li Daoxuan and Taizhen, the old Taoist priest felt overwhelmed when he saw these disciples who had to spend several months learning even a talisman to immobilize their bodies.
"Among the ninth generation disciples, there is Taichong, Taizhen, and Taiwei. However, among the tenth generation disciples, there is almost no talent. Sigh, could it be that Longhu Mountain is too lucky, and the yang is giving birth to the yin?"
The old Taoist priest was thinking in his heart. He heard that Taichong had accepted a disciple in Chang'an, who was Princess Changle, the eldest daughter of the current emperor. He didn't know what her qualifications were.
Another thing is the child in Ningyan's belly. As the only child in Zhang Tianshi's lineage, the old Tianshi has high hopes for him.
He has even thought of a plan to teach his grandson how to practice. In addition to himself and Qianyang, Li Daoxuan must also be taught some real skills. As the eldest senior brother and a great cultivator in the Yangshen realm, he cannot help but take care of his younger junior brother.
If my grandson can learn half of Taichong's skills in the future, it will be enough to support Longhu Mountain.
The fishing line sank.
Under the water, I saw a big golden carp cautiously approaching the fishhook, as if it was curious and wanted to test it out.
The old Taoist's eyes moved and he smiled slightly. Finally, a fish took the bait.
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Old man!"
The energy of Tiangang condensed and transformed into a figure wearing a celestial cave robe painted with patterns of Yu Luo Xiaotai, the sun, moon, stars, the Eight Diagrams, pagodas, dragons, phoenixes, cranes, etc. He wore a Tianshi crown on his head and a Yangping Zhidu Gong seal on his waist. His face was clear and energetic, and he had the majesty of a Tianshi in his unrestrained manner.
The eighth generation Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu, Zhang Qianyang!
"Fu Fengjiao, you are sick! You scared the fish away!"
The old Taoist priest was furious. The big carp that was about to be caught was scared away by this unfilial son. He pulled out his fishing rod with a sullen face. If there was no reasonable explanation today, he would have to give the fish a few good hits!
Zhang Qianyang's mouth twitched. He had been slapped countless times since he was a child, so how could he not know what the old man was thinking? He quickly raised the letter in his hand and shouted, "Daoxuan wrote to us!"
The old Taoist priest's eyes flashed with joy, but he snorted coldly and said, "That brat, after being out for so long, finally knew to write a letter back."
As soon as he stretched out his hand, the letter automatically floated into his hand.
At first, the old Taoist's expression was quite casual, but it gradually became serious, and in the end, an invisible air current surged, making the surrounding grass and trees rustle, and the fallen leaves fluttered, surrounding the two of them like a tornado.
Crash!
The straw hat on the old Taoist's head turned to powder, his silver hair danced wildly, and his deep eyes contained shocking murderous intent.
Boom!
Thunder appeared in the clear sky, purple lightning shone brightly, and the sound shook the mountains!
He cultivated his mind for sixty years and closed the mountains for sixty years.
He had not . It was truly earth-shattering, and even gods and ghosts were afraid!
Zhang Qianyang was not surprised by this. In fact, he wanted to pull out the Taiyi Leimu Sword immediately and run to Luoyang to avenge his mother.
"Old man, Moro has taken over Sanle's body. If he were to be born into the world, it would probably be a catastrophe!"
"Sanle sealed the demon with his own body, and finally we have the chance to kill Moruo. We must not miss it!"
Zhang Qianyang said a little excitedly.
The old Taoist priest glanced at him, restrained his aura and murderous intent, and his fluttering Bagua Taoist robe gradually calmed down.
"Not us, but me."
Zhang Qianyang was stunned and was about to speak when he was interrupted by the old Taoist priest.
"There must be someone staying in Longhu Mountain, and Ningyan is pregnant. As a husband, you should not take risks at this time."
Zhang Qianyang said indignantly: "Old man, Daoxuan is already in the Yang God Realm. With you, me and Madam Qingyi, no matter how powerful Moro is, what danger can there be?"
The old Taoist looked at him coldly and said, "You have never fought Moruo head-on, so you don't know how terrifying he is."
Recalling what happened in the dream, he sighed and said, "Mara is the most terrifying enemy I have ever seen. Moreover, he has obtained the flesh body of Maitreya Buddha. If we go, either he will be reduced to ashes, or we will die as martyrs."
After a pause, he said word by word: "Longhu Mountain cannot be without a Heavenly Master."
Zhang Qianyang said anxiously, "Daoxuan is my disciple. If he is in trouble, how can I, as his master, stand by and watch? If it weren't for Daoxuan, I, Zhang Qianyang, would be waiting to die in some coffin right now!"
"Fu Fengjiao, don't forget your identity."
The old Taoist priest looked at him deeply and stepped forward to help him straighten his Taoist crown.
"You are not only Taichong's master, but also the head master of thousands of disciples in Longhu Mountain. I am enough for Luoyang's affairs."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand, and there was a clanging sound of swords coming from Longhu Mountain. A ray of sword light pierced through the clouds and air, accompanied by the sounds of dragons roaring and tigers howling, piercing through the wind and clouds in the sky and came into the hands of the old Taoist priest.
The sword is shaped like raw copper, the hilt is made of five linked sections, and the scabbard is faintly engraved with secret runes and the sun, moon and stars. The sword weighs eighty-one taels, symbolizing the eighty-one incarnations of Taishang Laojun.
Three or five swords to slash evil male and female!
The old Taoist priest held the Taoist magic sword in his hand, patted his son on the shoulder and smiled.
"Don't worry, your father is just old, not dead."
Zhang Qianyang looked at his father's confident, heroic and high-spirited back, and his eyes became slightly red.
The father who suppressed all the cultivators in the world with his own strength and was hailed as the number one Taoist, seems to have returned again after decades of silence.
…
The old Taoist priest walked down the mountain. He was 124 years old, but he walked down the mountain as if it were flat ground, like a crane flying into the sky, floating out of the world.
But not long after he walked, he stopped.
Because a group of people wearing black cloaks, ghost face masks and with a strange aura appeared in front of them.
"One, two, three, four... ten."
The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "You are from the Moro sect, right? There are only ten of you here, you really look down on me."
One of them stepped forward, his voice hoarse.
"The leader has already calculated that Li Daoxuan will call for reinforcements. We are the ten Rakshasas under the leader, all of whom are in the late Yin God stage. After mastering the Bingjie Dafa, we will become ten Yang Gods. Even if you are Zhang Zhiyan, you can never leave alive!"
"Old Heavenly Master, you are already old, you should go back to your Longhu Mountain and enjoy your old age!"
"Haha, everyone was afraid of you decades ago, but now is no longer your era. The future is destined to belong to our leader, our Moro religion!"
They are all fanatical believers of Moro and are fearless of death. If Zhang Zhiyan really dares to force his way in, they will sacrifice their lives without hesitation to perform the Bingjie Dafa and temporarily improve their cultivation to the early stage of Yangshen.
The Ten Yang Gods, as long as Zhang Zhiyan has not yet transcended the calamity and become an immortal, they have the confidence to die together with him!
The old Taoist priest remained silent, but just put his hand on the hilt of the sword. His silver hair fluttered in the wind, and a long wind blew around him, making his Bagua Taoist robe rustle.
"Be careful, that's the most precious treasure of Longhu Mountain, the Sanwu Xiezhe Male and Female Sword!"
"Quickly use military force to solve the problem!"
A blood-red light burst out from the bodies of the ten men in black robes, and then their aura continued to rise. At the cost of their lives, they forcibly rushed into the Yang Shen realm.
The auras between them were faintly connected, and the blood-red light gathered together and shot straight into the sky. The passing birds only touched it a little and turned into bones in an instant.
Ten Yang Gods, this is a terrifying force that is enough to massacre a city and destroy a country!
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said, "Well, let's just stretch our muscles before going to Luoyang."
whoosh!
A flash of golden light appeared at the fastest speed in the world, like a golden lightning that struck into the endless blood light, like a mad dragon stepping on the sea, or a roc chasing the sun.
The great divine power of Tiangang—golden light spreads all over the earth!
Before the Ten Rakshasas could react, the scabbard had already swung down and hit one of them on the head.
Bang!
A head wearing a ghost mask was blown away like a cannonball, smashing the trees, and finally crashing into a hill with a loud bang, with half of the mountain collapsing and falling.
More than a dozen towering trees collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.
The old Taoist priest shook off the blood stains on the scabbard, stared at the headless body lying on the ground and trembling, and said calmly: "Why should I draw my sword to kill you?"
The other nine people looked at each other and could see the horror in each other's eyes.
One...one move to kill a Yang God?
Although they became Yang Gods with the help of Bingjie Dafa, they are still Yang Gods!
The old Taoist priest looked at them, and his calm gaze made them feel a chill in their hearts for some reason, and even gave rise to an urge to run away.
"Let's go together!"
The other nine people rushed towards the old Taoist priest together, constantly making seals with their hands, preparing to perform secret techniques.
The old Taoist priest's expression remained unchanged, and he no longer displayed any of his great magical powers that could make the ground glow with golden light. He just walked towards them step by step, like an ordinary old man.
Several spells were cast at the old Taoist priest, some were blood mist, some were black light, some were evil spirits, and some were resentful souls.
The old Taoist priest did not resist, and did not even lift his eyelids.
roar!
A strong wind suddenly arose and the sea of clouds surged.
Suddenly, phantoms of dragons and tigers appeared around the old Taoist priest, roaring proudly in the wind and clouds. All the spells became ineffective within three meters of him, and were shattered by the dragon's roar and tiger's roar, turning into nothingness.
The old Taoist priest had already walked up to them.
The scabbard rose again, with the force of a landslide, smashing down on the head!
Bang!
Blood and brain matter splattered, and the black-robed man's head collapsed.
Step, step, step, step...
The old Taoist priest's steps were quite slow, just like an old farmer in the fields, but there was a certain mysterious Taoist charm in them, which was vaguely consistent with some profound principles of Yi.
Step on the Bagua and step into the Gangdou.
Those black-robed men wanted to distance themselves, but were surprised to find that no matter how they dodged, they would 'accidentally' return to the old Taoist priest and ram their heads into the terrifying scabbard.
As if willing to die...
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang…
A series of dull thumping sounds were heard, and every time a sound was heard, it meant that a Rakshasa in the early stage of Yangshen had lost his head.
In just three breaths, nine bloody corpses appeared on the ground.
The old Taoist priest came to the last person, and lightly tapped his finger, about to drop it in front of his head.
"Don't kill me, I was wrong!!!"
The man had been so frightened that he lost his faith. His eyes were filled with fear and his body was shaking. He actually chose to surrender.
The old Taoist's fingers paused slightly.
A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he said, "I was wrong... I am willing to turn from evil to good... Taoist priest, please don't kill me..."
The old Taoist priest flicked his finger lightly, and his fingertip landed on his forehead.
Bang!
The back of his head suddenly exploded, and blood and brain matter spurted out, flying more than ten feet away.
Plop!
His body fell limply, and a hint of doubt appeared in his gradually dimming pupils.
"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha instantly. That is the doctrine of monks. I only talk about slaying demons and doing justice for the heavens."
The old Taoist priest stood in a pool of blood, holding a sword. His Bagua Taoist robe was clean and simple, not stained by a drop of blood, and fluttered slightly in the wind filled with the smell of blood.
He glanced sideways towards the southeast, then waved his hand and continued walking towards Luoyang. Although he looked unsuccessful, it was as if he was shrinking the distance into an inch, and his figure disappeared in a few breaths.
Only the wreckage is left.
If no one had seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that these corpses with miserable deaths could be the high and mighty Yangshen monks.
In the woods in the southeast.
Zhang Qianyang let out a light breath and put away the Taiyi Leimu Sword in his hand.
As a cultivator in the middle stage of Yangshen, he naturally could not hide the fluctuations of the battle here. He had just arrived and was about to help, but in the blink of an eye, the so-called Ten Rakshasas were all dead.
The ten great Yang Gods are but one person at a time.
The old man is still as sharp as ever, and his charm and demeanor are still as good as ever!
"Don't worry, your father is just old, not dead."
The old man's words echoed in his mind again, giving Zhang Qianyang infinite yearning and great confidence.
He smiled slightly, feeling relieved.
Let all the people of this world see the sharpness of the Heavenly Master's Sword once again...
…
Luoyang City, White Horse Temple.
This place has been surrounded by heavy troops, and no one is allowed to approach, not even the Governor of Luoyang.
There is a very strange house in the temple, which is tightly wrapped with ink line stained with black dog blood. In addition, it is covered with Taoist talismans for exorcising ghosts and demons. Sanqing bells are hung on the eaves. Occasionally, wind blows, but it does not make any sound.
The 'Buddha Mother' was imprisoned in the room. Her belly was getting bigger and bigger, and the power of the demon fetus was getting stronger and stronger. The strange demonic energy even penetrated the room and affected the people outside.
As a last resort, Li Daoxuan used ink line and talismans to temporarily suppress it.
He was sitting cross-legged outside the yard, meditating and practicing.
The twelve thousand acupoints throughout the body were glowing, drawing in the essence of the sun in the sky, refining it into the most refined and pure magical power, and improving one's Taoism.
From afar, Li Daoxuan's figure seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden light, and even his hair seemed to have turned golden.
In addition, the little flower god held his own little honey jar, silently calculating the time, and feeding his father a drop of nectar every half hour.
With the help of the "Huangting Ancient Scripture" and the Little Flower God, Li Daoxuan's cultivation was advancing rapidly with every breath, almost ten times that of other Yangshen cultivators.
Although he is still some distance away from the middle stage of Yangshen, he is already ahead of many early stage Yangshen cultivators.
The decisive battle is imminent, and his philosophy is simple, which is to improve his cultivation as much as possible!
This time, Moruo must be killed!
