Chapter 592: A Chinese Ghost Story, the old Taoist priest passed away?
The thunderclouds dissipated, and the divine punishment disappeared without a trace.
The golden sunlight sprinkled on the dancing figure in green, as if giving it a layer of holy glow, and every strand of hair was crystal clear.
Yan Chixia stared at the figure and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, An immortal should be like this!
Zhang Qianyang also looked at his apprentice in shock.
He could no longer see through his current disciples. They gave him the feeling of being towering mountains and unfathomable abysses. Even the old man did not have such power.
He could repel heaven's punishment with just a word and frighten the heaven while being on earth. Such a brilliant person turned out to be Zhang Qianyang's apprentice!
He always felt that his greatest luck in life was spent on recruiting disciples.
Taizhen is the reincarnation of an immortal, and Taichong is a rare genius. His vision and luck in recruiting disciples are unprecedented and unparalleled in the world!
It seems like... should I take in a few more disciples?
Zhang Qianyang was actually somewhat tempted.
Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand, and the white umbrella fell down. At the same time, Xu Qingxuan's soul was pulled by some kind of energy and automatically flew into the Wanren Divine Sword.
The magic sword rang, emitting a brilliant sword light.
"National Master, this is..."
Yan Chixia asked.
"This is Senior Xu's own choice. His soul has merged with the Wanren Divine Sword. Perhaps after a few decades of nurturing, it will be able to reappear in the world as a sword spirit."
"After transforming into a divine sword, he can finally fight demons without any worries, and he will no longer be hindered by his physical body."
As expected, Li Daoxuan originally planned to inject his soul into the statue and let him be resurrected, but since the other party made his choice, Li Daoxuan should respect it.
"I will never forget the great kindness of the Imperial Master. In the future, if you give me any orders, I will fight to the death and never refuse!"
Yan Chixia knelt down in front of Li Daoxuan and bowed deeply.
Li Daoxuan did not stop him. He had a clear conscience for doing a favor and accepting a respect. Moreover, for a man of blood like Yan Chixia, pretending to be nice was a sign of looking down on him.
After a pause, Yan Chixia looked at the Wanren Sword, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I lost the ten-year agreement. Please accept the Wanren Sword... Master."
It's not that he was reluctant to part with the magic sword, but the sword contained his master's soul. Even though he couldn't get the sword's recognition now, carrying it with him was a keepsake for him.
Li Daoxuan shook his head and said calmly: "This sword is the magic sword of your Wanshou Palace lineage, passed down by the ancestor. I am not a disciple of the Jingming lineage, how can I hold this sword?"
"But……"
"Please accept it and keep it by your side. I think if Senior Xu knew about this in the afterlife, he would also hope to fight alongside his disciples."
Li Daoxuan patted his shoulder and said, "When one day you are recognized by the Divine Sword and have mastered the sword art, we will spar again, right in front of Senior Xu's grave."
Yan Chixia nodded, stood up and bowed deeply to Li Daoxuan.
A moment later, Yan Chixia buried Xu Qingxuan's body by the Xihe River. He sat and watched the flowing river and listened to the chirping birds.
"Master once left a will, saying that he should be buried by the West River after his death. He said that he had died here once before, and now he is just returning to his old place."
He took the stone as a stele, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, then Yan Chixia put on the sword case, carefully wiped the snowflakes on the Wanren Divine Sword with his sleeve, held it in his hand, and said goodbye to Li Daoxuan and Zhang Qianyang.
"Master once said that there is no need for his disciples to guard his body after his death. It would be more practical to kill a few more demons rather than wasting time."
Li Daoxuan asked, "Brother Yan, where are you going?"
"I don't know, but the biggest regret of Master during his lifetime was that he was not able to kill the Black Mountain Demon himself. As a disciple, I want to help Master accomplish this."
Li Daoxuan hesitated , but ultimately did not offer to help.
If he took action, the Black Mountain Old Demon would not be able to escape death even if he had great magical powers and many tricks. However, this was Yan Chixia's business after all, and he wanted to fulfill his master's last wish alone.
Moreover, giving him a goal can also motivate him to practice hard. Perhaps this is also what Senior Xu thinks.
Yan Chixia's back gradually disappeared in the wind and snow.
"Xu Qingxuan has found a good disciple. Yan Chixia is a potential swordsman. One day, he will revive the Wanshou Palace!"
Zhang Qianyang sighed.
"I just hope he won't be too greedy and make rash advances. After the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array was set up, the Black Mountain Old Demon hid in the Wrongful Death City, and was like a turtle that didn't dare to set foot in the Tang Dynasty."
"With Brother Yan's current cultivation, he still has a long way to go to fulfill Senior Xu's last wish."
Li Daoxuan suddenly thought of the abandoned Lanruo Temple and Ning Caichen who was born six years ago, and then thought of the Black Mountain Old Demon. It seemed that a legendary story was quietly unfolding.
…
Li Daoxuan and his master walked in Longyou County and went to Qingniu Temple to take a look. They found that even the coffin where the master slept that year was still there.
Zhang Qianyang had no airs at all. With his eyes shining, he lay down in the coffin immediately and asked his apprentice to cover him with the lid.
It seemed as if this small coffin was more comfortable to sleep in than the big bed in the Tianshi Mansion.
"It has to be a coffin, but it's a pity that your wife doesn't want to sleep in a coffin with me. She really doesn't understand—"
Zhang Qianyang opened the coffin and was about to chat with his apprentice when he suddenly noticed that Li Daoxuan's expression became unusually serious.
Even when he faced divine punishment before, he never had such an expression.
"Disciple, what's wrong?"
Li Daoxuan said in a deep voice: "Master, you will hear it soon."
"What did you hear?"
Zhang Qianyang was a little confused.
"drum."
Zhang Qianyang was about to ask again, when the next moment, he suddenly heard a clear drum sound in his ears.
Boom!
In an instant, his expression became very solemn. He held his breath and continued to listen carefully.
The drums continue to beat.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom…
The drum sounded ten times in total. The people in Longyou County turned a deaf ear to it, and only the monks with magical powers could hear it.
This is the stone drum from Longhu Mountain!
There are ten wonders in Mount Longhu, one of which is the stone drum. It is a magical object that was born and raised by nature. Once it is struck, the sound can be heard all over the world, but only monks can hear it.
When the stone drum sounds ten times, it means that something big has happened in Mount Longhu, and the disciples from all over the world are being summoned to return to the mountain.
Back then in Liling City, Li Daoxuan and others had just returned from the underworld when they heard such drum sounds. At that time, the old Taoist priest was poisoned and fell into a dream, so Longhu Mountain beat the drums to close the mountain.
Li Daoxuan had a profound cultivation and possessed the supernatural power of hearing. He heard the drum sound before it reached here, so he noticed it earlier than Zhang Qianyang.
"Master, before you left, was there anything unusual in Longhu Mountain?"
Zhang Qianyang shook his head and said, "That's impossible. Before I left, Longhu Mountain was peaceful, and there were Old Man and Tai Wei in charge. Now the world is stable, how could something go wrong?"
He couldn't figure it out.
There is no need to talk about the old man. Taiwei is also a female sword fairy in the Yangshen realm. Coupled with Li Daoxuan's reputation, even those hidden evil gods would never dare to attack Longhu Mountain.
"Master, no matter what, we will know when we return."
Li Daoxuan took a step forward, stars seemed to flow in his eyes, and a golden rune formation appeared under his feet, causing ripples in the void.
Tiangang's great magical power, moving stars and changing constellations!
Zhang Qianyang only felt that the world was spinning before his eyes. Even with his level of cultivation, he felt a little dizzy. The surroundings first fell into darkness, and then immediately brightened.
The crisp sound of birds singing can be heard, and there are ancient trees and rugged rocks. Even in winter, the place is filled with spiritual energy, the grass and trees do not wither, and the familiar sandalwood scent wafts in, which makes people feel refreshed.
The blessed land is located in the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master’s Mansion.
The disciple from Mount Longhu who was holding the jade hammer froze in his tracks. He had just finished beating the stone drum, so how come the Heavenly Master came back?
Suddenly, he saw the Taoist in green clothes beside the Heavenly Master. His pupils trembled, revealing a look of awe and admiration. He bowed and said, "Hello, Senior Brother!"
He actually forgot to salute the head master first.
Li Daoxuan looked at the white mourning clothes on him, frowned, and said, "Why are you wearing mourning clothes? Did a relative pass away?"
The disciple's eyes showed sadness when he heard this. His mouth trembled for a moment, and then he knelt down suddenly and cried, "Big Brother, Master, it's... it's the Grandmaster ... he passed away!"
Boom!
Zhang Qianyang was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.
The stone drum sounded ten times. Did the old man pass away?
"No, that's impossible!"
Zhang Qianyang pointed at his nose and cursed, "Ridiculous! When I left today, I asked the old man for a Dragon Tiger Golden Pill. He is full of energy and his aura is like a rainbow. If not another hundred years, at least there will be no problems in the next twenty years!"
Being at the Yang God level, he was sure that he wasn't mistaken.
Although the old Taoist priest was already 149 years old, he had a high level of cultivation and did not fight desperately like Xu Qingxuan. His health-preserving skills were unparalleled in the world. He might even have a chance to live to 200 years old. How could he die suddenly?
"Master, not only I, but all the disciples of Mount Longhu saw it. Oh, and by the way, it was Master Fuxue who personally presided over the funeral. Even the coffin has been buried in the back mountain."
"The decision to beat the stone drum was also made by Master Fuxue."
Master Fuxue is Liu Ningyan. Zhang Qianyang may not trust others, but he cannot help but trust his own wife.
He stood there in a daze, and seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.
Li Daoxuan found many suspicious points and said, "Let me ask you, when did the master pass away?"
"It seems like... two hours ago."
"That's strange. Our master was the seventh generation Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu . Even if he passed away, according to the rules, the coffin must be kept for seven days, and the next generation Heavenly Master must be present to personally preside over the funeral before the burial. It's been less than two hours, why is he in such a hurry to bury him?"
"I don't know about this either. Master Fuxue insists on doing this, so we can only do as he says."
Hearing this, Zhang Qianyang was shocked and said, "Taichong, you are right, there must be something fishy here!"
"Master, let's go to the back mountain!"
Li Daoxuan activated the Star Shifting Technique again and brought his master to the back mountain in an instant. As expected, he saw a large number of disciples in mourning clothes, kneeling in front of the tombs and chanting scriptures.
Master's wife Liu Ningyan and her son Zhang Weiyang knelt in front of the grave, while Master's sister Taizhen knelt behind them.
The old Taoist priest's tomb was buried together with his former wife Huang Fengyun. It was a very simple one, with only three feet of yellow earth and a bluestone stele, and it looked very hastily made.
Li Daoxuan immediately opened his third eye and looked towards the grave.
There was a skeleton in the tomb with slender bones, obviously a female.
Apart from this, there was no other body.
The old Taoist's coffin was empty. Not only was there no body, but even no clothes. Only six almonds were lying there quietly.
"Apricot Corpse Technique."
