"Is there anyone stealing in the Netherworld?" Yang Chenguang asked the Horse-Faced General suspiciously.
The Horse-Faced General said: "There are many so-called Taoists in the world who steal the thunder and fire from the underworld in the name of practicing Taoism. This is very hateful. Many Taoists in the world are liars. They steal the spiritual arts of the underworld in the name of Taoism and cultivate themselves into neither human nor ghost. In fact, it is an evil art that harms people. This fire is the most yang in the underworld, and it should be carefully guarded."
"General, what you said is very true, but since such things happen in the human world, why doesn't the underworld take any action to punish these people?" Yang Chenguang asked.
The Horse-Faced General said, "This matter is of great importance. Of course, there are secret troops fighting against the rebellion, but you just don't know it!"
Yang Mingyu asked thoughtfully: "Child! We are facing a powerful enemy now, can we borrow the Yin soldiers to help? It can also help to avert the disaster of Taiji Sect!"
Yang Chenguang said, "I am deeply favored by the Horse-faced General, so I have received his true teachings and know the use of ghost fire. Just now, it was that Taoist who stole the netherworld fire, so the general was furious and ordered the ghost soldiers to fight against the rebellion. I am the vanguard, but although I am a ghost fairy, I am separated by the Yin and Yang, and I cannot visit my parents often. Although there is a saying that Zhong Kui married his sister, the laws of the underworld are strict and it is not a joke."
Madam Yang said to her son distressedly: "As long as you are safe, now you have cultivated into a divine body. I have nothing to worry about! Just take care of yourself and don't let your parents worry about you!"
Yang Chenguang said: "Don't worry, parents! I know what I should do. I am not a child anymore. The ghost soldiers will arrive soon. But I don't know where my brother is! It really makes me worried!"
Madam Yang was shocked when she heard this, and asked in panic, "What's the matter? Did something happen to Yang Chenxiao?"
Seeing this, Yang Wushuang had no choice but to tell the truth. Although she was impatient, she suppressed her impatience and said slowly, "My brother was ambushed when we were fighting and was injured. When we were looking for him, we didn't know where he went!"
Yang Mingyu and his wife didn't know what to do at this time! They were filled with sorrow.
Seeing this, Yang Chenguang said, "Don't worry, parents. I can go back to the underworld and think of a way. I will definitely find my brother. Don't worry and hurt your health. I just don't know what the situation is like at home now!? Will there be more enemies attacking after I leave!?"
Master Jingjue said: "It is said that all the martial artists in the world are now gathering at Mount Shu to attack Taiji Sect. The people who came today must have come from Mount Shu. We don't know what they will do when they return!"
"They have returned in great defeat, so I guess they won't be back too soon! Take me to visit and then come back! Tell the Horse-faced General that he will never let go of those who helped the tyrant!" Yang Chenguang stood up angrily.
The parents were really sad to see their son leaving, but they were powerless as the war was imminent. Yang Mingyu was in a conflicted mood and warned his son: "Be careful, this is the only way now! Waiting here all the time is not a solution!"
Yang Chenguang temporarily bid farewell to his parents, walked out of the door, and returned to the underworld.
Madam Yang sighed, feeling mixed emotions. The younger son was settled, but was the older son dead or alive? What if the older son was left with an orphan and a widow? It was unbearable. How should she tell her daughter-in-law now? She could only pray to God to protect her older son. She prayed that her younger son would be able to bring help soon and end this worldly feud.
Yang Mingyu and his daughter Yang Wushuang looked at Madam Yang's worried face and were also worried. Master Jingjue looked at the worried faces of the family and comforted them: "Good people will be blessed by heaven. It will not help to get sick from worrying. There are many unpredictable things in the world, and they cannot be solved by worrying. You must have hope!"
Yang Mingyu said: "Master, you are right. Peace is important, but it is hard to control my current mood. Please forgive me, Master!"
Master Jingjue said: "God has his own way and human heart. The righteous will be protected by God. Don't be too sad! I have been bothering you for a long time. It is useless to stay here any longer. Say goodbye now. I will only cause more trouble."
Yang Mingyu said: "Master, you are wrong! We have no other intentions!"
Master Jingjue said: "My cultivation is not good enough, which will only add too many worries. Now only the girl has cultivated the magic power, and she has to protect us. One less person means more safety! Now that everyone in the martial arts world has gone to Mount Shu, there won't be too many troubles on the road, don't worry!"
Master Jingjue packed his bag and left. The Yang family silently saw him off. At the entrance of the village, the master said to the three members of the Yang family: "This is farewell! I don't need to thank you for your kindness. The Buddha will bless you!"
"Master, take care!" Yang Mingyu said farewell to the departing Master Jingjue.
When the Yang siblings were fighting with Wuweizi and Taoist Qingyang, they startled a master who was sleeping next to a big rock in the woods. This man was in tattered clothes, but he was in high spirits. He always had a big wine gourd with him. Although he was drunk, he had a fortitude that was rare among mortals. This man was the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Hong Zhentian.
The Beggars' Sect is indeed a rare sect in the Jianghu, and it is well-known for its justice. It is no problem to be chivalrous and righteous, and help those in need, but it must be a righteous person. Hong Zhentian has extraordinary martial arts, and has cultivated the art of the Drunken Arhat, drunk in the world, and has achieved the body of an immortal. Among the mortals in the world, it is nothing more than being drunk in the world, but it is difficult to wake up from a big dream, and the mortals are those who are unwilling to wake up.
The art of being drunk is to seek clarity while intoxicated. Although the body looks drunk, the mind is clear. The way of the universe is taught by the Arhats. This strange martial art is hard to find in the world. Only the Buddhist Tantric school has related records. To obtain this art while intoxicated, one must first be a righteous person, a benevolent person, who must first understand the great way and then seek to be drunk.
While intoxicated, those who practice cultivation will receive instruction and guidance from the Buddhist Arhats and achieve the highest level of immortal accomplishments.
The leader of the Beggars' Sect has learned the teachings of Tantra. The practice of Buddhist Tantra must be guided by a master, otherwise the consequences are unpredictable. Buddha exists in the invisible and formless. If you have a strong concentration and are familiar with Buddhist scriptures, you will be guided by Buddha when practicing. Of course, there will also be ghosts and spirits. As the saying goes, it is easy to see the King of Hell but difficult to deal with the little ghosts. This is also true for Buddhist practice. If the concentration is shallow and the heart of justice and benevolence is not deep, the ghosts and spirits that come first will drive the practitioner crazy, and this is still the lightest.
Hong Zhentian has this magic skill, and he is hard to find an opponent in the world. Most of the Beggars' Gang are erratic and have no home anywhere. Today, I strolled here and the scenery in the mountains is really charming, like a paradise. I watched the scenery and sat on a big rock in the forest and drank wine. (To be continued)