There are very few disciples on Xiaoyao Peak, and their life there is very free and easy.
The steep green mountains are empty, with only a few sparse courtyards built along the mountainside.
There is a kotatsu covered with a quilt in the room, and the cabinet is filled with all kinds of delicious snacks.
The vegetation in the courtyard grew wildly, and leaves fell all over the ground. A little girl in a skirt ran past, leaving behind a string of sounds of crushing dead leaves. Spring came relatively late in the mountains, and there were scattered pink peach blossoms and white magnolias in the courtyards, with a sense of the wild path where flowers bloomed without anyone around.
Apart from a few brothers who were traveling far away, there were only a few people in the whole mountain. Not to mention the surrounding secondary peaks, even the main peak was not fully occupied.
Mu Xue quickly became familiar with everything here.
Sister Miao is a typical foodie, and all her energy seems to be put into making delicious food. Every time she comes back from outside, she brings all kinds of strange food.
"Xiaoxue, come here. I'll give you some of Zhang's stinky tofu."
"Ah, no, no. I don't want to eat this." Mu Xue waved her hands repeatedly.
"Xiaoxue, come and help me. We caught a Gu Diao today. We'll eat it tonight."
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Mu Xue quickly followed and asked doubtfully halfway, "But Senior Sister, can this strange thing really be eaten?"
Ye Hangzhou is a very popular senior brother, very sociable, and has close friends on almost every main peak. His flying tool is a tender green leaf. Since Mu Xue came, he consciously put Mu Xue under his responsibility, and often used the enlarged leaf to carry Mu Xue around the mountains.
"See? This is my new junior sister. Now I have a junior sister."
"Okay, everyone knows that you are not the youngest in your peak."
"Brother Yang, I have a younger sister now. Why don't you give me something as a token of your appreciation?"
"Go away. You already have a junior sister, why do you want me to show some respect to you?"
In the entire Xiaoyao Peak, only the aloof Senior Brother Fu Yun was cold to Mu Xue. Sometimes Mu Xue felt that this Senior Brother always looked at her with a strange sense of distance and vigilance, but she didn't mind it.
It was okay if others didn't like her. It was impossible for everyone in the world to like her. Besides, she had experienced much greater malice than this.
Master Su Xingting looked elegant, dignified and serious. But in fact, he was very cheerful and casual. The disciples liked to be close to him and were not too restrained. Only Fu Yun in the whole mountain adhered to the orthodox etiquette between master and disciple. He went to the study every morning to greet and listen to the teachings.
One day after becoming his disciple, Su Xingting called Mu Xue to his side and said, "I heard from Hangzhou that during the days when you were building your foundation, you heard the sound of a bell inexplicably in your ears?"
Mu Xue then remembered that she had once consulted Ye Hangzhou about this matter.
At that time, she didn't know that it was Xiaoshan who caused it.
The immortal and demon worlds are separate and have no connection with each other. How much effort did Xiaoshan put in to summon a person's soul from such a distant place as the immortal world to the demon world
The general fate of a cultivator who died in a thunderbolt was that his soul would be scattered and it would be difficult for him to reincarnate as a human. Xiao Shan didn't know that Mu Xue had been reborn and his cultivation was low. It was actually very dangerous for the soul to leave the body and travel to such a faraway place.
Mu Xue opened her mouth, wanting to ask her master for a technique or magic weapon that could block out external sounds and stabilize the soul.
Since she has been reincarnated, she should calm down and concentrate on cultivating her mind in this peaceful fairy world, and completely cut off her past.
Besides, Xiaoshan has grown up and can live well on his own.
But the words had already reached his throat, rolled over and over, but he never came out.
The smiling face that always lingered in front of her appeared before her eyes. The silhouette of the man leaning against the door sill, staring at her intently, appeared before her eyes.
At that time, even with his back to the light, one could clearly see his eyes lighting up with joy.
Xiaoshan must miss me a lot.
Once the master takes action, you will never see him again.
The words she wanted to say rolled around her lips several times, but she finally swallowed them back.
"That's right. I heard a few chime sounds, but I haven't heard them recently." This is what Mu Xue said at last.
Su Xingting frowned slightly: "I have checked your spiritual veins, and there has been no mistake in your practice. I don't know where this sound comes from. This matter can be big or small. If it accidentally triggers the Buddhist ear communication, it is an opportunity for you. But if it is a bad fate, it will be a disaster."
Mu Xue shook her head. "No, I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere."
"You don't know the true meaning of calamity yet. It may not be a bolt of lightning or a disaster. It may also come from someone close to you, or from your own inner desires. So in addition to heavenly calamities, there are also human calamities and emotional calamities in this world."
Mu Xue thought to herself, Master, you are really worrying too much. It's really not a human or emotional calamity. It's just that my little apprentice accidentally made a mistake.
In order to prevent her master from worrying too much, she fawned on her master and brought him a cup of tea and some snacks to make him happy.
"It's okay, Master. It shouldn't be a disaster. I don't feel any discomfort. Maybe it's just an accident."
At this time, the master and the disciple were sitting in the teahouse of Xiaoyao Peak, with the open door facing the wild and interesting courtyard.
The wisteria flowers hanging under the eaves are in bloom, and when the wind blows, a large bunch of petals fall down.
Su Xingting twirled the teacup with his fingers and pondered for a long time. He looked up at the courtyard with falling petals and said, "Xiaoxue. My master's name is Xingting. Do you know where the name Xingting came from?"
This question had just been asked in the big exam, and Mu Xue knew it, so she answered quickly: "The Book of Changes says: If you can get the person on your back, you won't get him; if you can walk through the courtyard, you won't see him, and there will be no blame."
Su Xingting nodded slightly: "If we, as practitioners, can keep our minds calm, even if we walk through a noisy courtyard, we can feel like we are strolling leisurely in our own deserted yard. If we can reach this state, we will not be afraid of any disasters."
"Master, I see that your cultivation has a solid foundation and excellent talent. But your spirit always seems to be uneasy. Today I will teach you a set of Xingting Heart Method to help you stabilize your spirit and avoid trouble. I hope you will practice well and not stray from your original intention."
Mu Xue nodded and accepted the instruction.
From that day on, she practiced meditation, first opening her inner eyes and focusing them within the Huangting. She saw the hazy orifice, like the beginning of chaos.
She followed the Xingting Heart Method taught by her master, and guided the spiritual energy to swirl in it, imitating the movement of the sun and the moon, the alternation of cold and heat. She silently recited the formula in her heart: "White Tiger hides in the east, Azure Dragon hides in the west." With each recitation, the sun and the moon between heaven and earth would rotate from the inside out, from small to large, until they had completed thirty-six revolutions.
Afterwards, reverse the formula: "The blue dragon hides in the west, the white tiger hides in the east." Then gradually reduce the circulation of the sun and the moon from the outside to the inside, and also complete thirty-six cycles.
At the beginning, she still needed to control it with her mind. Over time, she gradually no longer needed to focus on it. In the Huangting, Xuanji moved on its own, like the sun, the moon, and the celestial river, rotating endlessly, the heaven and earth repeated themselves, forming a world of its own.
At this time, the soul is sitting upright, condensed and tangible, and the mind is full of feelings.
Mu Xue opened her eyes and looked toward a peach tree in the courtyard outside the window. Her mind moved and her spiritual consciousness reached out like tentacles. The peach tree began to sway and the peach blossoms rustled like rain.
The soul of a person is hidden in the spiritual gate, sleeping soundly all his life and unable to wake up. Only when he reaches the golden elixir realm and realizes the self within the self can he see the soul become clear.
But perhaps because of Mu Xue's reincarnation, his soul had long been clear and unobstructed. Previously, due to the thin spiritual energy in his body, he was unable to use his spiritual power due to the limitation. He could not even move any external objects. He was just like a ghost.
Now, after opening the Huangting, and acquiring this set of Xingting skills, the Yuanshen has long been sitting in the Huangting, enjoying the essence of the sun and the moon, and gradually it is no longer so ethereal and helpless, but becomes condensed and solid, and can move things when it touches them.
She took advantage of this and her cultivation improved day by day. The spiritual energy in her body merged with her soul. When she cast a spell, she only needed to think about it to release her spiritual energy and lock onto an external object. She no longer needed to calm her mind and mobilize her spiritual energy before casting a spell. It was much more convenient and faster.
If you practice in this way for a long time, your soul will be stable. Even if you are summoned by someone again, you will never be forced to leave unless you are willing.
Mu Xue put away her skills, stretched her head out, looked at the petals falling like snow in the courtyard, and thought of her own yard where snow was always falling.
Since that day when we parted in a hurry, I have never heard the sound of the chimes again.
I wonder what Xiaoshan is doing at this moment
In the ruins of the old Fuwang City, a young woman was running barefoot in a panic on the deserted street. Her limbs were slender and her waist was flexible. She ran like a fawn being chased by a beast. She was weak and helpless, a prey that could be bullied by anyone.
Several men chased after her, caught this beautiful prey, and pinned her down in a deserted ruin.
The woman's soft screams echoed in the deserted street, and her fair skin struggled and twisted in the mud. This scene made the men even more excited.
"In a place like this, no one will come even if you shout at the top of your lungs. It's better to be a good boy and suffer less." The man panted but did not get straight to the point, as if he was waiting for something.
A figure descended from the sky, a black cape flashing by. The black iron fists were as fast as lightning, smashing the heads of these scums into the rubble one by one. A few smears of bright red spread on the wasteland. In just a moment, the scene that was so erotic just now was replaced by blood|plasma spreading everywhere, and became a horrible place with several corpses.
The woman who had escaped from the predicament sat on the ground, clutching the clothes in front of her chest, almost unable to react.
The man who had helped her out was ready to leave with an expressionless face.
"No, please wait a moment." The woman quickly crawled over and prostrated herself in front of him. "My benefactor, you saved me. I don't know how to thank you."
She raised her delicate neck, her eyes rippling with affection, as if she was full of admiration and gratitude for the man in front of her.
She smiled beautifully and looked very pitiful. Her slender figure and milky skin were faintly visible under her torn clothes.
So fragile, moving, and helpless, exuding the unique charm of a woman.
There is hardly any man who can resist such temptation.
The man in black looked down at the woman on the ground, "Aren't you afraid?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "No, you saved me, so how could I be afraid of you?"
"You want to repay me?"
The woman blushed and gently grasped her collar. "Of course, no matter what, I will repay you."
"That's great." A stiff and strange voice sounded.
A teacup-sized puppet appeared out of nowhere, and it pulled out a wheelbarrow, a shovel, and a set of brooms from its bag and piled them in front of the woman.
"Since you are not afraid and want to repay us, then clean up these bodies yourself and save us the trouble. Be careful not to leave any bloodstains."
While it was speaking, the cloaked man had already walked away. The little puppet quickly chased him, climbed over his back and jumped onto his shoulder.
"It needs to be cleaned up. If she comes back and sees how dirty it is here, she might not be happy." The little puppet muttered on the man's shoulder.
The man nodded slightly and walked away without stopping.
The pitiful, sexy and charming woman was left alone, sitting in the rubble splattered with blood.
"Hahaha." In the Yan family's house, Miss Yan Ling laughed loudly, "That idiot Lei Liang did something stupid, right? He wanted to use a woman to seduce Cen Qianshan. Is he stupid?"
Her handsome young husband smiled and said, "If the 'Love Mountain' had not been guarded by the Mu family for hundreds of years, he would not have been written into the protagonist of the story."
Yan Ling rested her hands on her head, lay down on the recliner, and sighed, "Yes, let's not talk about anything else. In our area, you can't find someone as loyal as this."
She turned over again: "Do you feel that this devil has been a little different recently?"
"What's the difference?"
"How should I put it?" Yan Ling touched his chin. "Although he was very strong in the past, he was always lifeless, as if he was ready to risk his life at any time. But recently I suddenly felt that he seemed to come alive. Look at this time, he spent so many days preparing carefully and thoroughly, and he is not like the person before at all."
"Isn't that better?" the man said, "If he takes it more seriously, he might be able to handle our Yan family's affairs properly?"
"Yes, we will set off for Dongyue Temple tomorrow. I hope that the master that my mother has spent so much money to invite will not let us down."
In the snowy courtyard, Cen Qianshan sat on the threshold, carefully wiping a long, thin knife. The knife light was sharp, with a hint of red light, and the handle was interlaced with silver-white snow patterns. It was obviously a rare and good knife.
The little puppet Qianji swung out from the threshold, "Master, everything is ready. Medicine, weapons, armor, gunpowder... and a specially made mechanical puppet."
Cen Qianshan nodded and sheathed his sword.
"Is this 'Frost'? I haven't used it for a long time. Fortunately, I haven't thrown it away." It looked at the long sword in its master's hand and said, "Do we have to rely on such ordinary weapons? That's too dangerous."
Cen Qianshan took the bag and checked the luggage inside. "It's okay. Although the spiritual power is suppressed to a very low level, a true high-level cultivator still has many experiences and abilities that ordinary people don't have. As long as you are fully prepared, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Master, are you really not going to take me with you?" Qianji circled around the master's legs, trying to act like a spoiled child to fight for the right to go with him. "But Qianji has never left the master's side. Qianji really wants to go with you."
Cen Qianshan took a look at it, tapped its iron head with his scabbard, and pushed its small body off the steps, "You can't go in. Once you go in, you won't be able to move, and you can't use the Qiankun bag. I have to carry you on my back."
The little puppet covered its head with its hands in a very human manner and climbed back up the stairs. Its owner seldom played with it like this, and it found it quite interesting.
"Master, you seem a little different lately."
"Um?"
"He talked more. He was also much more patient before going out. He also prepared medicine for himself, which made me feel a lot more relieved." The little puppet pressed his thin arms against his chest to show his reassurance, even though there was no heart like that of humans.
Cen Qianshan checked his luggage in silence, and finally tightened his leather backpack.
"I... am no longer the incompetent child I was back then. I am a man now. If Master can come back, I will be the one to protect her." He put his backpack on his shoulders and walked out the door with long legs. "If I can't even take care of myself, how can I be qualified to protect her?"
Recently, the most exciting thing in Guiyuan Sect is a task issued by the sect.
All disciples of all sects, as long as they are willing to sign up, can form a team to participate in the exploration of the Dongyue Temple.
As soon as the news was released, the whole family was in an uproar. Wherever you went, you could hear people discussing this ancient sacred site that had recently opened to the public.
Activists like Ye Hangzhou have already been in and out of the temple ruins several times as pioneers.
On this day, Mu Xue was sitting on the wooden corridor, leaning leisurely on a small wooden square table, reading "The Biography of Zhong and Lu" in her hand, while eating fruit from the plate on the small table.
Ye Hangzhou, who was covered in dust, suddenly jumped up, sat down cross-legged opposite her, and stretched out his hand to scatter a handful of crystal clear five-colored gems on the wooden table.
"I found it on the Shinto Road. Junior sister, use it to play with birds."
"Brother, you're back. You've worked hard." Mu Xue got up and went back to the house to get a cup of hot tea. She walked briskly with her short legs and brought it to Ye Hangzhou. "Brother, have a drink of water first."
"Alas, this is the benefit of having a junior sister."
Ye Hangzhou took the teacup, took a big sip of tea, and let out a long sigh.
Mu Xue sat on the small table and reached out to play with the gems. These stones were crystal clear and pure. If they were placed in the mortal world, they would be considered priceless treasures. Unfortunately, there was not much spiritual power in them.
"It's so beautiful, thank you, senior brother." Mu Xue said.
"Why thank me? This thing is useless. It's just a toy for you." Ye Hangzhou said with a smile, "Before I was in the mountain gate, I thought I was pretty powerful. This time I went out, I realized that there are always people better than you. Brother, I've been there so many times, but I'm still wandering around the outermost circle of the sacred road. But someone easily got inside right in front of me."
Mu Xue held the stones up to the sun and saw a colorful world.
"What is on the Shinto path?" she asked casually.
"There... there's everything. I even met a demon cultivator." Ye Hangzhou rested his head on his arm and looked at the clouds in the sky, as if talking to himself, "They are not quite the same as the legends say. They are similar to us, some are very violent, but some are quite interesting."
"Brother, have you encountered a demon cultivator? Didn't the sect issue strict orders time and again that everyone should travel together and not act alone, especially not come into contact with a demon cultivator?"
Ye Hangzhou stood up and raised a finger, "Shh, stop shouting. We are out here, and sometimes we have to deal with special situations. Why are you learning so rigidly at such a young age?"
Miao Honger happened to come out of the kitchen carrying a pot of hot braised beef tendon.
"Xiaoxue, ah, open your mouth." She picked up a piece of fragrant beef tendon and fed it to Mu Xue's mouth, "You are still growing, eat more of this."
Then she put the bowl on the small table, rolled up her sleeves,
"Xiao Ye is back? I heard that you couldn't even defeat a demon cultivator in the Shinto sect. Come, I will practice with you to improve your skills."
"No, no, Senior Sister. I am definitely no match for you." Ye Hangzhou wailed and was carried down to the yard by Miao Honger.
Mu Xue sat at the edge of the corridor, with her feet hanging, eating some beef tendon while watching a one-sided sadomasochistic fight.
What kind of place is Dongyue Temple? She thought to herself.