Chapter 52: Arrogant at First and Respectful Later
At the foot of Fengshan Mountain, with the cry of an eagle, a huge black-feathered monster bird fell from the sky with the wind.
The bird's wingspan is nearly four meters long. When it flies, it looks like a black cloud, blocking the light from the sky and casting a shadow. It also flies at lightning speed, as fast as the speed of sound.
The black feathers on its body stand upright, and its tail feathers are colored fiery red, shining with a metallic luster in the sun.
You can tell at first glance that it is not an ordinary animal.
When it fell from the clouds, people could see that there was a saddle-like decoration on the back of the giant eagle, with a person sitting cross-legged on it.
He was wearing a black robe, holding a ruyi, his long grey hair moving without wind, his eyes closed and his hands clenched into an iron and wooden sculpture, he looked like an immortal, and although he didn't say anything, he had an awe-inspiring air.
Monk!
It was obvious that a cultivator had arrived. Unlike the rookies who raided Fengshan a few days ago, the man in front of him was a successful cultivator just by looking at his appearance.
On the back of his black robe, three elf birds were embroidered with exquisite techniques. This emblem was a bit strange, but it was very well-known in the cultivation circle of Fengming Country.
This is the symbol of Sanque Mountain, a place for spiritual practice.
Although it is also a small sect.
But to be honest, in the Fengming Kingdom, apart from Mo Shuang Mountain being listed among the 33 sects of the Immortal Alliance and being considered as part of the mainstream, if we count the places for cultivation below, Sanque Mountain is also ranked high.
There is nothing wrong with saying that he is a local tyrant in a remote area.
The cultivators of Sanque Mountain can earn some face wherever they go. However, this face is not just because Sanque Mountain has a set of miraculous inheritance that can be practiced to the realm of cultivation.
More importantly, it was because the head of Sanque Mountain, Master Ma Tishu, was a rare alchemy practitioner.
Looking across the entire Fengming Nation, when it comes to the technique of refining pills, no one is better than him except Mo Shuangshan .
Sanque Mountain is therefore one of the few wealthy small sects. Just relying on Sanquezi's alchemy skills, it is enough to support the practice of dozens of his disciples.
Moreover, monk Ma Tishu has also reached the realm of truth. In Fengming Country, he is considered a true master.
Take the path of cultivation for example, from being a mortal to entering the Qi training realm is a hurdle.
From practicing Qi to maintaining the truth, there is another hurdle.
Among the six realms of cultivation, just the first two realms are enough to discourage 50 to 60 percent of the cultivators.
Of course, even if one has only entered the Qi training stage, one can use spiritual energy to temper the body, mind and soul, making the body strong, immune to all diseases and prolonging life.
It is not a problem to live thirty or forty years longer than ordinary people.
If there were no such benefits, who would come here to practice in the open air?
In short, today this small Fengshan Mountain welcomed the biggest scene it has ever hosted since its existence. When the black-feathered beast landed, more than a dozen awe-inspiring cultivators who had been waiting at the mountain pass also came forward to pay their respects.
The identities of these people are also extraordinary.
Each of them is a cultivator, and not a young cultivator who has just started practicing Qi. Several of them have full of spiritual energy around them, and strange phenomena occur frequently while they walk. It is obvious that they have reached the peak of Qi training.
Only one step away from becoming a master in the realm of truth.
More than ten people gathered here, all of them have magical skills and treasures. If a fire breaks out and they use the magical skills in their hands and attack with all their strength, they can destroy an entire county within two days.
"Everyone, can you find out clearly where the bandits who have detained our disciples came from?"
The leader of Sanque Mountain acted in a very arrogant manner, spoke in a soothing tone, and his eyes were half-closed and half-open, giving him the aura of a senior, but people around him did not take it seriously.
They are all cultivators, and none of them come from famous sects, so naturally strength comes first. When this group of people gather here, it is natural that the head of Sanque Mountain takes the lead.
When he asked, someone immediately answered:
“I have used the Divine Division Spell to search Fengshan for a while, but found no cultivators there. They must be a group of ordinary people, but I don’t know how they managed to capture us disciples.
But a mere mortal may use his secret techniques to bully the unskilled disciples, but he will certainly not be able to resist our combined forces. With fellow Daoist Sanquezi here to take charge, we will be safe.
Why not rush into the mountains now, capture them, and interrogate them thoroughly!"
"Brother, what you said is wrong."
Someone immediately stopped him and said:
“Although the people we sent to ask for spirit stones this time are all disciples who have just started practicing, they are definitely not powerless to protect themselves.
This cultivator gave my disciple the protective magic weapon .
Logically speaking, even if something really happened, he could have sent a message for help, but it was detained so easily and there was no news for two or three days. This group of bandits must have some tricks up their sleeves.
Don’t be reckless.”
"good."
When the Three Birds monk heard this, he nodded and said:
"Something strange happened in Fengshan. Before I came here, I went to Fengyang County City and asked some people. Behind this matter, Ruyifang was fanning the flames and pretending to be powerful.
Several of our disciples were naive and stupid, and were taken advantage of because they were not careful enough. But let’s not talk about this for now. The most important thing now is to rescue our disciples first.
It’s about saving people.
We should not be able to attack the mountains so violently, or we might be accused of bullying mortals.
Fellow Taoists, follow me now, let's go openly and seek out the "bandits" that Ruyifang is talking about, and ask for an explanation."
After he said this, the other monks naturally had no objection.
Then he followed the leader of Sanque into the mountain. Since the masters had strange beasts to ride on, they were naturally majestic and awe-inspiring. The other cultivators also looked amazing.
Some used talismans to summon yellow turban warriors, and two mighty golden men carried a sedan chair and walked as fast as the wind.
Others summoned horned deer, cranes and other spiritual beasts to carry them to the mountains. Some also rode the wind or used magic to create auspicious clouds to support their bodies.
Others simply made a hand gesture and blended into the ground like a pangolin, leaving no cracks, and used earth escape to go all the way into the mountains.
In short, they are like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing off their magical powers, and no one wants to lose face in front of their peers.
This group of people are very fast.
In a few breaths, they arrived at the entrance of Fengshan Street. It was the time when the miners were working, and the whole Fengshan Street was a little deserted. Only some women and children in the village were moving around.
Seeing the Black Hawk descending like a dark cloud, the children were so frightened that they stood still.
They were pulled back into the house by their mother with a look of horror on her face. The immortal monk arrived and intended to reason with them, but he made as much noise as a tiger in a quiet street.
This made the leader of Sanque Mountain a little embarrassed.
Others also maintained their sage-like appearance on the surface, but in their hearts they said that the villagers were stupid and had never seen the world.
In the past, when they showed up in Fengyang County, they were greeted with courtesy and praise by mortals everywhere, and some even knelt down and prayed in the hope of becoming immortal. That kind of scene showed the nobility of the monks.
But there is no need to get on the same level as the villagers in this remote area.
If nothing had happened to the disciple, the cultivators would never have had any contact with Fengshan in their lives.
It was basic skill for the cultivators to use their spiritual power to locate people and identify their whereabouts, so there was no need for them to say much. After a few breaths, they arrived at the gate of the Huang family's house.
The three sparrows remained calm, but there was a cultivator with a bad temper among them. Worried about his own disciples, he did not hesitate to step forward and waved his sleeves. The spiritual energy turned into a fist and smashed the gate of the mansion.
"Bang"
There was a loud bang.
The mahogany door was shattered directly, like a bomb explosion, with wood chips and dust flying everywhere.
"Tsk! How dare you, a mortal who is disrespectful to the monks, detain my disciple? Hurry up..."
The man roared and rushed into the yard, trying to show off his power and intimidate the rude mortals.
He looked very handsome when he appeared, with a gust of wind blowing all around him.
The dust was blown away and turned into monsters, roaring and flying.
But before he could finish his scolding, the second half of the sentence was choked in his throat, and the second half of his handsome appearance froze in place, making a clucking sound like a chicken being slaughtered.
The performance of the other monks who entered the house with him was not much better.
Some of the timid ones were already trembling.
In front of them, in the center of the Huang family's mansion, under a peach tree, Jiang Xia was sitting in a throne with a pot of tea in his hand.
There was a strange expression on his face, as if he was watching a monkey show as he looked at the monks who were rushing towards him with great momentum.
This rude mortal is not the point.
The key point is that on his left shoulder, there is a little guy sitting, who looks like a gargoyle, with wings on his back, a pointed chin and a few flowers and plants stuck on his bald stone head.
The guy had a strange-looking bullet belt wrapped around his body and a gun bag fixed around his waist.
He was carrying a small steel fork on his back, with a halo flowing around it. It must be a magical weapon.
At this moment, the mountain monster had red eyes wide open, holding a strange thing in his paws, pressing it vigorously, and grinning, seeming to be very excited.
The long and slender tail swung back and forth on Jiang Xia's shoulders, not affected by any external objects at all.
A red peach charm with words written on it was hung in a conspicuous place around his neck.
This is……
The mountain monster that monitors Taofuyuan!
The atmosphere in the courtyard became awkward at that moment.
Several monks stood there, not daring to move at all. A gust of wind blew through the courtyard, causing the peach tree to sway. A few peach blossoms fell and sprinkled on Jiang Xia's green gown.
It was dead silent.
The leader of Sanque outside the door reacted quickly. The moment the gate of the mansion was broken, his face changed slightly, and he quickly flashed into the yard.
Without putting on the airs of a senior, he crossed his hands in front of him, performed a standard, antique etiquette, and said in a gentle voice:
"I am the head of Fengming Sanque Mountain, a cultivator of the True Realm, Ma Tishu, and I am here to meet the Supervisor."
"Well?"
Pomegranate pressed the pause button, rubbed his eyes and raised his head.
Without even looking at the cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm, it tilted its head, blinked its small red eyes, and spoke to the three sparrows in a long tone:
"I have been waiting for you here for three days, but you are slow to come."
"I would like to ask you, how do you, the cultivators of each sect, manage your disciples?
Allow them to be bewitched by the wicked, and in the guise of cultivators, ignore the teachings of the Immortal Alliance in front of this monster, intervene in the disputes among mortals, practice Taoism, bully mortals, and hurt innocent people!
They have no regard for the rules of the Immortal Alliance, and rely on their status to do whatever they want. They are just like local tyrants, domineering and arrogant, not like what a cultivator should be like!
As teachers, you failed to teach properly, what crime should you be punished for? "
