There is a saying in the spiritual world: "Yun Shen doesn't know Xianxia Island, but Changjian Mountain is unparalleled." It refers to the two major immortal sects, Xianxia Island and Changjian Mountain. Although in fact, it is impossible for the major immortal sects to be convinced by Xianxia Island. and Changjian Mountain are the leaders of the Immortal Path, but when it comes to fame, these two are indeed the most widely spread.
Xianxia Island is famous for its mystery. This mystery is not only for other Taoists, but also for people in the Immortal Dao. Basically, not many immortals can know the location of Xianxia Island for a long time, because the location of Xianxia Island changes, even if Even the foreign sects of Xianxia Island may not know where Xianxia Island is located, and the foreign sects of Xianxia Island will basically not declare any relationship with Xianxia Island. They are all independent sects in the eyes of outsiders.
However, Ji Yuan also has acquaintances on Xianxia Island. In the past, he and Chang Yi and other Xianxia Island monks destroyed demons, and even refined the fairy rope with Zhu Tingtao. They all sent invitations to Ji Yuan, so Ji Yuan also has a way to find Xianxia Island.
In the cultivation world and some people with earthly feelings, it is widely spread that Xianxia Island is located in the East China Sea. In fact, Ji Yuan knows that Xianxia Island is only in the East China Sea most of the time. In fact, it may be in the four seas, or even the desert sea.
However, Ji Yuan did not immediately take out the guiding talisman given by Zhu Tingtao, but flew towards Yunshan.
"Hey Jiyuan, where is the east side? Do you want to go to Yunshan Temple first?"
Haezhi reminded him, and Ji Yuan shook his head.
"No, Ji is going to pick up a Taoist friend on the way."
"Meet fellow Taoist?"
"Well, a fellow Taoist who has been waiting for many years."
Haezhi was slightly startled. What other masters did he not know about? But Haechi is not in a hurry, he will know soon anyway.
Not long after, Ji Yuan and Haezhi were already in the sky above Bingzhou. As expected, Ji Yuan did not go directly to the Yunshan Mountains, but fell towards a town in Bingzhou.
About a hundred feet above the town, Ji Yuan and Haezhi both looked far away in the direction of Yunshan. There was a faint white light emerging on the horizon, getting closer and closer.
More than ten breaths later, the white light had reached the vicinity of Ji Yuan and Haezhi, and transformed into an energetic old man with white beard and white hair. He was Qin Zizhou, the World Traveling God.
"Mr. Ji, Mr. Hae!"
"Qin Gong!" "Qin Shenjun!"
The three of them bowed to each other, and Haechi asked one more question out of curiosity.
"Qin Shenjun, are you also here to pick up that fellow Taoist?"
Qin Zizhou stroked his beard and nodded.
"I felt that the time had come, so I rushed over immediately. I wanted to inform Mr. Ji, but he had already arrived first, so it saved me the trouble."
"Ji also has this matter in mind. It's just a coincidence. Let's go, let's go together."
"please!"
Haezhi couldn't help but grin when he saw Ji Yuan and Qin Zizhou knowing everything. These two guys liked playing riddles, so he didn't ask any questions.
'It's so mysterious, you'll know it soon. '
The three of them fell together towards the city below, which was Dongle County in Bingzhou.
This time, Ji Yuan didn't stick to anything and entered the city from outside the city. He landed in the center of the city with Xie Zhi and Qin Zizhou. After walking a few steps north along this central avenue, he arrived at a grand and wealthy house. In front of the mansion.
Xie Zhi looked up and saw that the plaque on the door of the large family's house was written "Huang Mansion", and there was a small inscription at the back that said "Home of Hundreds of Good Deeds".
'Could it be that the fellow Taoist mentioned by Ji Yuan is a mortal? '
Something obviously happened to this wealthy family. Several carriages had stopped outside. At this moment, carriages and horses also stopped. A servant from the Huang Mansion immediately ran out and nodded and bowed in front of the carriage.
"Mr. Xu, are you here? Please come in quickly!"
The coachman got out of the car and put the stool in place, while the Huang Mansion's servant reached out to help the people in the car, but the curtain of the carriage opened, and out came an older Confucian scholar wearing a square scarf.
"Thank you, Xu can walk on his own without any support!"
"Yes, sir, please! I will be very happy that you can come all the way."
The servant of the Huang Mansion took a step back, and the Confucian scholar on the carriage quickly stepped down, his figure looking very strong.
"No matter how far away we are, Xu will definitely come after hearing about this, please."
While the Confucian scholar was speaking, his eyes swept across the carriages and horses in front of the Huang Mansion and the street in front of the Huang Mansion. He happened to see Ji Yuan and the other three, and he couldn't help but take a second look.
"Uh, Mr. Xu, but I saw..."
The Confucian scholar shook his head.
"Don't worry, the messenger from the Yin Division hasn't arrived yet. There should be some time left."
"That's good, that's good! Ninth Young Master hasn't come back yet... Oh, sir, please!"
The Confucian scholar nodded, and then followed the servants of the Huang Mansion into the mansion.
"Oh? He noticed us. He seems to be a decent scholar."
This statement of Haechi is the same as some statements in the current practice world, which defines Confucian scholars who have made achievements in literature and Taoism as a kind of practitioner.
"By the way, aren't we going in?"
"Let's go in together later."
Hearing Ji Yuan's words, Haezhi was stunned for a moment. Who else is coming
However, Haezhi's doubts did not last long. Soon he knew who Ji Yuan was referring to. At the end of the street, out of sight of ordinary people, there was a gloomy air permeating the air.
And in this situation where the Yin Qi cleared the way, there was a group of people walking forward. Some were holding umbrellas, some were equipped with knives, some were wearing chains, some were holding books and pens. All of these people were neatly dressed as guards. In terms of clothing, the first two heads wear high hats, and the others are also worn by the officers.
"Messenger of the Underworld! Someone is going to die inside?"
Hae Zhi is very surprised, because he has not been able to detect the death aura of the Huang Mansion until now. Any monk with some Taoism can faintly detect this kind of thing, and even a mortal with keen intuition is likely to feel it, and he Hae Zhi Zhi, the majestic mythical beast, has recovered some of its state again, and is actually completely unaware of it.
"Hahahaha, fellow Daoist Hao, it's not that your spiritual perception is wrong, but it's that there really won't be any death energy here."
While Haezhi was talking to Qin Zizhou, the Yin Si messenger had already arrived in front of the Huang Mansion, but instead of entering directly like a normal seducer, he waited at the gate.
"The messenger from the Yin Division is waiting outside the door, waiting for the sage to die. It seems that this house of hundreds of virtues is worthy of its name, but it seems that they can't receive anyone, right?"
Haezhi already understood that the Taoist friend Ji Yuan and Qin Zizhou mentioned was probably the same one the Yinsi envoy was waiting for.
"Even if we miss, we're not far off. Let's go."
Ji Yuan actually doesn't play riddles very often, but I have to say, this feels good.
The three of them stopped talking and walked directly towards the Huang Mansion. The messenger from the Yins over there seemed to have just noticed the approach of the three of them, but the first two Japanese travel gods recognized Ji Yuan at a glance. This man had been in Dong Le. Xian and Longjun drove away a real demon.
Riyu Shen whispered a few words to the left and right, and then all the Yinsi messengers turned around and bowed together when Ji Yuan and others approached.
"I'm waiting to meet Mr. Ji and the two immortals!"
Ji Yuan nodded.
"This is Mr. Xie, and this is Qin Shenjun. Huang Xingye's final resting meeting is not like ordinary people, which may disturb everyone's soul-returning. I hope the messenger from the Yin Division will forgive me."
"Mr. Ji, if you need my help, just give me your instructions."
"Well, we will wait for the descendants and friends of the Huang family to say goodbye to Huang Xingye, and then we will go in together. You will receive your souls, and we will invite our fellow Taoists."
Haezhi was confused again. Can the messenger from the Yin Division still summon souls? So it wasn’t Huang Xingye who was picked up by Ji Yuan
"I said Ji Yuan, it's about time you told me, right?"
In this tense situation, Ji Yuan was still able to enjoy the hardships. Seeing that Haezhi finally couldn't hold it in any longer, he smiled and replied in a low voice.
"A human god? Is there really such a thing? Uh no, is there really such a god?"
Haechi always thought that gods like human-body gods were fabricated by today’s spiritual world, because he had never seen them and had never heard of them before.
"Yes, there is one inside."
Qin Zizhou answered affirmatively that he had been paying close attention to this place for many years and would secretly protect Huang Xingye in order to protect this fragile god.
Ji Yuan had talked about exorcising real demons before, but he had never talked about Huang Xingye's human spirit. This time he took the opportunity to tell Haezhi about the slightly concealed past events.
About two and a half days later, a quarter of an hour after the carriage of Huang Xingye's ninth son arrived, Ji Yuan and others were ready to leave.
"It seems that Huang Xingye worked hard and finally waited for his youngest son to see him for the last time."
"Mr. Ji, the time has come, can I go in?"
"Okay, let's go in together."
The three of Ji Yuan and the messenger from the Yin Division walked towards the inside of the Huang Mansion, and a gust of Yin wind slowly blew inward.
Phew… Phew…
In the big house in the backyard of the Huang Mansion, almost all of the Huang family and some friends were gathered here. After Huang Jiulang returned home, Huang Xingye was so excited that his condition took a turn for the worse, and everyone who could get there rushed over in a short time.
Beside the bed, an old doctor took his pulse and stood up, shaking his head slightly.
"I've tried my best, but the ginseng soup can't hold on any longer."
"Dad!" "Huang Gong"
"Master..."
The Huang family all looked at the bed with concern. Huang Jiulang was sitting on his knees beside the bed, holding Huang Xingye's hand.
"Dad, do you have anything to tell the children?"
Huang Xingye shook his head slightly.
"I, this life, is enough..."
Phew… Phew…
A gust of slightly cold wind blew in. The Confucian scholar named Xu in the room was the first to notice it, and then looked towards the door. On the other side of the corridor, a group of people shrouded in gloomy air were walking slowly.
"Huang Gong, everyone, the messenger from the Yin Division is here to pick you up."
Nowadays, some respectable families, if they have the ability, will usually invite truly virtuous and knowledgeable people to come when their family members are about to die, because they are already extraordinary in a sense and can see the messengers of the underworld coming.
When the scholar surnamed Xu said this, some of the Huang family were scared, some were excited, some were at a loss, and some came to the bedside and grabbed Huang Xingye's hand.
The messenger from the Yinsi entered the room and saluted the Confucian scholar surnamed Xu. The latter also bowed respectfully. All the relatives and friends of the Huang family looked in the direction of the Confucian scholar's return salute. Although there was nothing there, the messenger from the Yinsi must be there, and there were some people. I also noticed that Huang Xingye on the bed also turned his head and looked there, as if he really saw something.
The leading Riyushen took a step forward and saluted Huang Xingye before saying.
"Huang Gong, your time has come. Lord Cheng Huang asked us to come to invite you! Please get up quickly!"
When Riyoushen spoke, Huang Xingye on the bed seemed to have regained his energy and strength. He slowly stood up and sat up. No, it was a soul that sat up, not a person, because there was another person lying on the bed.
"Dad—" "Master!"
Huang Xingye died, and all the relatives and friends of the Huang family began to cry. The Confucian scholar surnamed Xu looked at Huang Xingye who was standing in front of the messenger of the underworld and bowed again.
"Good go, Mr. Huang."
"Thank you Mr. Xu for sending me off."
However, what was strange to the Confucian surnamed Xu was that the messenger from the Yins did not take Huang Xingye away immediately, but waited aside. Huang Xingye's own soul seemed to be very curious as well.
Then, three people walked in from outside the house. The relatives and friends of Huang Mansion also failed to notice it, but the Confucian scholar named Xu could clearly see that the three people were the people he met outside the house two days ago.
Ji Yuan took the lead and walked in with Xie Zhi and Qin Zizhou. The messengers from the Yin Division saluted them one after another, but Ji Yuan just nodded to them, and then walked to Huang Xingye's body. A golden-red shimmer enveloped the body. There are the spells he left behind back then and there is also the light within the corpse.
"Fellow Daoist Huang, you must recognize Ji. Come with us!"
Qin Zizhou also smiled.
"Please show up, Fellow Daoist Huang!"
Not long after the two people finished speaking, the golden-red light on Huang Xingye's body became stronger, and then continued to shrink and converge to the forehead, and then slowly went down, and finally a golden-red light came out of Huang Xingye's nostrils. The mini-figure of light looks exactly like Huang Xingye.
"You are Mr. Ji, you are Qin Shenjun, I have two fellow Taoists to help you!"
"please!"
Ji Yuan stretched out his right hand, and Xiao Huang Xingye jumped into his palm.
Haezhi stared with wide eyes at the little god-man as big as half a melon seed in Ji Yuan's hand. Although his body was small, his spirit was endless, as if he were made from the heaven and earth.
"Is there really a human god? Are humans really the spirits of heaven and earth?"
Until this moment, Haechi had to admit that the human body is a small world.