Ye Fan stood on Baling Mountain, looking out at the surrounding fields, and sighed in his heart, this is indeed the Dragon Mountain in ancient China, even the ancient red pine nuts are buried here.
Eight mountains stretched across it, and dragons danced, as if they were about to leap into the sky. It was majestic and strange. He took one last look and left, and soon returned to his home in City B.
After his parents passed away, he calmed down and found that he had few pursuits in this life. He meditated quietly and cultivated Taoism as his only goal.
In the past, attaining enlightenment and becoming an immortal was not his path. He worked hard just to come back and cross to the other side of the starry sky. But now his parents are gone, and all his efforts have been in vain.
Ye Fan began to think about where to go, and finally calmed down. Enlightenment was the only option. At this point, he had no other pursuits in this life.
Immortality, no one in ancient and modern times can clearly explain, does not know whether it exists or not. Immortality is also very elusive, and there is no proof yet. The ancient emperors are all dead. Now, this has become his pursuit.
"From now on, I will follow in the footsteps of the ancients, pursue all the way, uncover the secrets of ancient times, and open up the path to the present. The ultimate goal of this life is to achieve enlightenment and become an immortal."
He is not a saint with the world in mind, nor does he want to be a hero who dominates all living beings. He is just a man of flesh and blood. He has no ambition to purify the world and has lost his ambition.
He just wants to walk his own path and pursue his own goals. It may be illusory, it may be unattainable, it may not exist at all, but he just wants to go step by step.
This is not decadence or self-exile, but now he is just trying to save himself. If someone blocks his path, he can be a god or a devil, and everything is in line with his heart at this time.
Ye Fan read Nan Hua, Guan Yin Fu, Yu Wen Shi, and recited Dong Xuan. There was no practice method in them. These books were circulated in the world, but they allowed him to see different thoughts of his predecessors.
At this point, he is about to cut off the path and has already stepped in with one foot. What he needs is not a specific method, but a kind of enlightenment in the realm.
These Taoist books are passed down to the world and can be read by ordinary people. They do not have detailed methods, but they have general directions. They can be regarded as Taoist treasures. Perhaps this is also a kind of inheritance.
Ye Fan calmed down to study, and he felt from time to time, and realized that it was profound and profound. Many ancient Taoist scriptures are no longer visible, but their true meanings are still circulating and are contained in these borrowed books.
During this time, Ye Fan also began to teach Xiaosong seriously, without improving his cultivation, and even suppressed him, so that every step he took would be steady and his foundation would be solid.
The little purple thing is afraid of thunder and lightning, which seems to be innate, otherwise it would not have suffered a big loss before and was almost killed.
In order to let it overcome this fear, Ye Fan was very strict with it and specially brought it to an isolated island to teach it personally and try the law by himself.
Originally, the sky was clear and flawless, without a single cloud. But the next quarter of an hour, the ocean was heavy, the waves were surging, and dark clouds were rolling in.
Ye Fan attracted thousands of thunder and lightning, demonstrated the Dharma with his own body, and entered the thunder to fight against this terrible disaster.
He didn't need to do this. He really wanted to attract the sea of lightning and clear the sky with thunderbolts, but he was afraid of attracting other people's attention and causing unnecessary trouble, so he created clouds like the bottom of a black pot.
"Rumble"
There were lightning and thunder, heavy rain, and the scene was very scary. Ye Fan was bathed in the lightning, and all the silver snakes were intertwined on his body. Xiao Song watched in horror from a distance.
But not long after, it was caught by Ye Fan and thrown into the sea of thunder. It had to fight with its real body against the dancing silver snakes. This was a kind of torture for it, and the fear was greater than the physical harm.
It whined one after another and kept calling Ye Fan, but this time it was not protected and could only face it alone. This was a terrible mental journey.
Once, twice... dozens or hundreds of times!
Xiaosong's skin and flesh were torn apart by the chop, and he fainted many times. He was frightened in his heart, but every time Ye Fan just told him calmly that it was nothing and told him to get up.
Being baptized by lightning, it went from fear to numbness. In order to avoid being injured, it had to start to fight, struggle in the lightning, and fight with Taoism.
It slowly transformed, and finally no longer feared, gradually calmed down, and was finally able to face the thunder calamity calmly, completing a mental transformation.
"The thing our lineage is most afraid of is catastrophe. There is no need to be afraid of it. You will always encounter it in the future, and every time it will be a good opportunity to temper your body."
Ye Fan baptized its flesh and bones with golden holy blood, which greatly changed its physique. As for its Taoism and cultivation, it did not help at all.
This time the training was over. Xiaosong finally let out a sigh of relief and looked at him pitifully. Ye Fan touched its head and took it back to city B.
Now, after returning to this world, he will naturally not forget the story of the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin. Everything started from Mount Tai. He wants to see what happens and take a closer look at the large and small five-color altars.
But he heard from Xu Qiong that this incident caused a great sensation back then, and no one knew how much military force was deployed to capture Mount Tai. For more than a year, no one was allowed to come near it.
At that time, various parties exerted pressure, and many foreign institutions requested to enter Taishan Mountain to investigate together. Moreover, it is said that dozens of elderly Muslims came, and the Pope even came in person with a large number of people.
At that time, although many people claimed to have seen the Kowloon coffin in Mount Tai, there was no relevant report later, and even the foreign media, which is known for its freedom of speech, did not mention a word about it.
There were a lot of folk rumors, but the big and small news stations and media didn't mention it at all. They treated it completely coldly. As time went by, no one paid attention to it.
Xu Qiong knew more because of Yang Xiao's relationship. Taishan dug up a lot of things, and many people died for unknown reasons at that time.
"Those things have been collected by the state, but they are less than one-half of the total amount unearthed."
Yang Xiao was still very young back then. He had just graduated a few years ago and was only exposed to the fringes. Things that happened more than twenty years ago are no longer acceptable and are classified as ***.
It is said that a large number of troops were dispatched that year, and even though they were heavily armed with live ammunition, half of the cultural relics were lost. Many things were unearthed, but they were robbed.
"What happened back then... was really weird." Even an atheist like Yang Xiao felt confused when he mentioned the past.
He was not qualified to climb Mount Tai at that time, and he did not even know what happened there. His mentor at that time was an archaeological authority, but he had experienced it all personally.
"My teacher said that what I saw back then was all kinds of weird things, as if the legendary cows, ghosts and snake gods had appeared."
Unfortunately, the old professor has died of illness many years ago, and I can no longer go to him in person to confirm and understand the real situation.
The old professor only mentioned one thing. At that time, he saw a man with gray wings flying from the west and landing on Mount Tai, almost ignoring the presence of the army.
The archaeological community suffered heavy losses at that time. A number of extremely important things were unearthed at that time, including the cornerstone of the central altar with the mysterious book inscribed on it, which was looted.
If it hadn't been for the later invitation of an old Taoist priest from a Taoist ancestral court who had difficulty walking, not much would have been left of the things unearthed in Mount Tai. It would have been a blessing to have saved nearly one-half of it.
"These things are of great use to me. I must get them all back in the future. It seems that I have something to do again." Ye Fan said to himself.
He wanted to ask who the old Taoist priest was and where he was now. Yang Xiao shook his head. He didn't know much about this. He only said that the old Taoist priest seemed to be dying at that time and passed away not long after guarding Mount Tai.
At the end of the sentence, he looked a little strange and said: "My teacher back then said that some medical research institutions tried to extend the life of the old Taoist priest, but failed, and accidentally found that he... may have been alive for more than two years."
Ye Fan's expression was shocked when he heard this. A two thousand year old man... was definitely a master, maybe a famous figure in the history of Taoism. He lived until the end of the Dharma era, which was shocking.
Today, Taoism has several ancestral temples, Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi is one of them, and Baiyun Temple in City B is also among them, and it is famous in history.
Ye Fan is no stranger to Baiyun Temple. Although there are still Taoist priests there, it has become a scenic spot. He doesn't really believe that there are still people practicing there.
He had the magical power to shrink the ground into an inch. As soon as he unfolded the Xingzi Jue, he quickly arrived at the ancestral palace of Taoism. As soon as he approached, he shook his head. It was located in a bustling urban area, with thousands of feet of red dust hitting his face. How could there be such a thing?
The ascetic.
He stretched out his powerful spiritual consciousness and scanned every inch of the land. He was startled. Under the white clouds, there were strands of purple dragon energy, connected to the earth's veins.
Unfortunately, it is too rare after all. There is no one with Taoism in this place. Those who wanted to come to this lineage have long since left, leaving ordinary disciples and Taoist temples empty.
In the past, there was a reason why this place was the ancestral home of Taoism. City B was the ancient capital of six dynasties. There are dragon veins underground and there are goblins nourishing this place, which can help with spiritual practice.
Now, the heaven and earth are dry, spiritual energy is lacking, and even a trace of goblin is not enough to withstand the billowing air of mortal world. Talking about cultivation and Taoism can only be abandoned.
Ye Fan went all the way south, walking on foot, searching for secluded places, visiting famous mountains and rivers. He wanted to understand the current situation of the monks, but unfortunately he did not encounter it.
Finally, he climbed Mount Tai again and came to this place again, where the Kowloon Coffin set sail.
There is no mountain bigger than it, but history is as old as it!
Mount Tai is majestic and majestic. In ancient times, it was regarded as the place where the sun was born and all things developed. It can be traced back to the period of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in ancient times.
Ye Fan climbed to the top and had a panoramic view of the mountains. He was filled with emotion at this place. Twenty years later, he was the only one who came back alive.
He stood where the copper coffins used to be, feeling silently, and then with a wave of his hand, he brought up half a piece of jade from the ground, but nothing else. The state had excavated it thoroughly, and nothing was left.
Suddenly, he heard a burst of secret words, which he would not have been able to hear if it weren't for the monk's spiritual sense.
In the distance, there were several extraordinary young people discussing. They were a little different from ordinary people and had a somewhat otherworldly temperament.
"A celestial demon has emerged from the Scale Clan. In this era of law-ending times, I don't know whether it's a blessing or a tragedy. It's a bit incredible."
"Perhaps this clan can really prosper, and maybe there will be a figure comparable to the ancient leader. After all, each religion has ancient treasures and elixirs left behind, and it takes a lot of effort to cultivate them, so there is no guarantee that they will not shine."
Ye Fan listened carefully, and with a thought in his heart, he finally found the current sect. These people had extraordinary origins. They were all disciples of the main major sects in Taoism, belonging to the Shangqing Sect and Lingbaodian.
"What happened to the Dharma Ending Age? Have you forgotten that more than twenty years ago, there were several duels between people with great supernatural powers on this mountain. There are still such people."
"By the way, you heard that not long ago, a great magical person appeared in Jiujiang and taught the people of the Daxia Longque branch a lesson."
These people came here to pay homage to the ancient relics. Ye Fan listened carefully and learned a lot from their mouths.
"Thinking back to ancient times, Mount Tai was so majestic that it could be compared with the peaks of Kunlun. But now everything has changed."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's continue to practice hard. The ascetics conference is about to begin. You can't miss it. It is said that there may be people with great supernatural powers coming, and there may even be people who come out of Kunlun."