Volume 1 Fortunately, I met the immortal who first enlightened me, and then went to Xiangyan to seek the true Dharma. Chapter 51: Bamboo Boat Qingshui Weng
Changchun Temple is located in Qinghe County, Quanting County. It was established more than 300 years ago by Lü Changchun, a disciple of the Miaoyou Sect.
It is said that when Lv Changchun first came to Qinghe County, the earth's energy was changing and the river was flooding. He cut off a peak from the mountains and threw it into the Qingjiang River. He pulled the earth veins and suppressed the water dragon, and built a Taoist temple based on this, which became the Changchun Temple today.
Therefore, the Changchun Temple is located in the center of the Qingjiang River.
When Miro arrived at Changchun Temple, the sun had already set and a thin mist had risen on the surface of the river. When the sunset shone on it, the river immediately turned golden red. A bamboo boat glided by, disrupting the golden scales on the river.
"Young man from Miaoyou Sect upstairs! Please come down and have a chat."
A long whistle was heard, and when Miro looked down, he saw a fisherman standing on a light boat, shouting at him.
"Huh?"
Miro cried out in surprise. He had just come here on a crane and when he passed by the bamboo boat, he did not notice that there was something wrong with the old man. Now, after a closer look, he found that the old man's aura was consistent with the water of the Qingjiang River, so he was almost like a mortal.
After thinking about the famous monks near Qinghe County, he drove the black crane down and hovered above the Qingjiang River. He looked at the fisherman and bowed, "Excuse me, boatman, is this Mr. Qingshui?"
The fisherman, wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, with white hair and beard, looked at Mi Luo and said happily, "Haha, I didn't expect that you have heard of my name. I wonder where you are now? Are you here today to participate in the Changchun Temple's Changqing Jiaohui?"
"I am Mi Luo from Xiangyan Temple in Lu'an County. I have been invited by Brother Gu Dao, the head of Changchun Temple, to attend the ceremony. Why are you here?"
Miro looked at the fisherman with a slightly puzzled look.
Although Qingshui Weng is a casual cultivator, his origin is not simple. His ancestor was a true disciple of a small immortal sect.
Later, the immortal sect declined and many disciples scattered all over the place. Qingshui Weng's ancestor took one of the inheritances and took root in Qinghe County.
Therefore, after practicing for three decades, Qingshui Weng has already reached the Jade Liquid Realm.
Moreover, he had often been helping merchants traveling by the Qingjiang River since the Jiazi year ago. He also provided help and guidance to the best of his ability to the many independent practitioners who came to seek advice, and he was quite famous in Quanting County.
Logically, Changchun Temple would have invited him when it held a religious ceremony.
"Don't think too much. I lost a bet with Taoist Gu, so I have to catch a spirit fish from the Qingjiang River as a sacrifice. Look, isn't the spirit fish here?"
As he spoke, Qingshuiweng pointed at the surface of the Qingjiang River, and a stream of energy flew out from his fingertips. At first it was like a breeze, but after flying away it became bigger and bigger, turning into white waves, which rolled up the surrounding river water.
As a result, the water in the Qingjiang River became chaotic and the rapids rushed out, forcing a giant fish out from under the water.
The fish was huge, at least three meters long, with huge fins like wings on each side, a head like a carp, a back like a sharp blade, and fine silver-blue scales all over its body, revealing a hint of crystal clear light.
"Flying cum fish?"
Miro exclaimed, this kind of fish can be regarded as the overlord of Yangzhou's land water system. It is a species born in the South China Sea. Because of its strong reproductive ability and migratory characteristics, it is spread throughout Junjiang River and its branches.
Flying fish are born with the ability to create storms, their corpses will pollute water sources after death, and some species can even cause plague.
He is the kind of person who is annoying when alive and even more troublesome after death.
It is also one of the most hated monsters by the people of Yangzhou.
The flying fish in front of us is more than half the length of its peers, and can be regarded as a king of fish.
It felt threatened, and opened its mouth to spurt out three streams of dark water vapor. A cold and corrupt spiritual energy rushed in all directions, like three water pythons, rolling up and down in the Qingjiang River.
The black crane was frightened and flew upwards in a hurry. Miro frowned and was about to help, but the clouds and mist on the Qingshui old man's body surged and gathered upwards, turning into a white canopy, hanging down white mist. No matter how the water python attacked and stirred up heavy waves, it could not break through the clouds and mist to affect the bamboo boat.
"Come! Come! Come! Little fish, come into my basket!"
Qingshuiweng waved his straw raincoat, and his vital energy surged. Strong winds suddenly rose from all directions, converged and surged above the river, suppressing the turbulent and chaotic muddy current on the river. At the same time, he took out a bamboo fish basket in his hand, with the mouth facing downwards, and waved it towards the river.
A huge suction force emerged from the fish basket, and streams of torrents surged up, wrapping the flying fish and flying towards the fish basket.
The flying fish spread its wing-like fins, and gusts of breeze blew up, carrying its huge body as it leaped out of the river and hung in the air.
The scales on its body stood up slightly, and the huge fish mouth opened and closed. Streams of yellow mist gathered, and as the fish fins waved, the water vapor merged into it, turning into a light yellow drizzle that fell down.
"The fish has run out of tricks!"
Qingshui Weng laughed loudly, and a faint light appeared on his raincoat to block the drizzle. The next moment, a fishing rod came out of the raincoat and was swung towards the flying fish.
The top of the fishing rod drew a semicircle in the air, and an invisible thin line flew out and landed in the mouth of the flying fish.
Qingshui Weng exerted force with both hands and swung violently, and the flying fish slammed into the surface of the river, stirring up waves. He raised his foot and kicked the fish basket, which flew up, spun twice in the air, sprayed out a stream of water, and rolled up the flying fish.
The Feiji fish was not stupid. It knew that it would surely die if it fell into the fish basket. It spread its fins, shook its tail, mobilized the water vapor around it, and struggled frantically.
Miro could also see the strength of Feijiyu's struggle in the air, which made Qingshui Weng a little overwhelmed. He raised his hand and made a futile strike at Feijiyu's head.
The vital energy condensed and turned into a ray of light that fell down and hit Fei Jiyu's head.
There was a sound like the collision of metal, and Feijiyu suddenly sank into the water.
Qingshui Weng took the opportunity to pull the fishing rod and pull it out of the river. The water in the fish basket surged and created a suction force.
The body of the flying fish gradually shrank in the water and was finally collected into the fish basket.
Then, Qingshui Weng waved the fishing rod in his hand towards the river again, and the originally turbulent water surface calmed down instantly, leaving only the water mist in the sky which had not dissipated. Under the setting sun, it reflected a rainbow light, which was very beautiful.
"I'm old! I'm old! I'm useless! In the past, I even caught a kingfish that was nearly four meters long. Now I need help to catch a small kingfish that is just over three meters long. I can't deny my age!"
Qingshui Weng put away the fish basket, looked up at Mi Luo, and took out a jade bottle from his arms, saying, "My dear Mi Luo, I am so sorry. I waited for two days and two nights to catch the Feiji fish, and finally used your crane to lure it out. This Feiji fish is the sacrifice I lost to Gu Daoren, so I can't give you some. I can only use a little Renshui essence that I collected from Qingjiang River as compensation. I hope you don't mind."
Although Miro didn't like Qingshui's behavior, his performance just now was obviously able to ensure Miro's safety. He thought for a moment and said, "This old man is doing this to get rid of harm for the people. I haven't been hurt. How can I have the nerve to accept your things?"
"You don't have to be polite to me. I'll use your hand to catch this flying fish. If Taoist Gu finds out, I don't know how he will laugh at me. If I don't give him something, he will probably blame me and scold me. You can take it now."
As Qingshui Weng spoke, he raised his hand and released a ray of water light, which delivered the jade bottle to Miro's hands.
"Then, boy, just accept it with audacity."
Miro put away the jade bottle, and then followed Qingshui Weng to the gate of Changchun Temple.
