On the day of the 380th birthday of Jia Yi, the founder of Lingshu Mountain, many monks came to congratulate him, it was like a banquet for immortals, and Zhang Shan, the head of Taishou Mountain, was also one of them.
Zhang Shan was a disciple of Qingyang Sanren, the famous founder of Taishou Mountain, and the third headmaster of Taishou Mountain.
Taishou Mountain has gradually declined since the death of Qingyang Sanren. Even with the efforts of the second-generation headmaster Zhang Ping and the third-generation headmaster Zhang Shan, they can still only maintain the prestige of a second-rate sect.
The legacy left by Qingyang Sanren, the once-famous and most powerful sect in the world, which stood at the pinnacle, has also entered a state of decline.
Zhang Shan, the third-generation headmaster of Taishou Mountain, sat on the cloud bed at the fifth position on the left at the banquet. This was because of the thousand-year friendship between Lingshu Mountain and Taishou Mountain, as well as the arrangement of Jia Yi, the founder of Taishou Mountain.
Otherwise, with his cultivation level just breaking through to the third level, and that was achieved through external force, his soul and magic power are not pure and are full of impurities. The possibility of him stepping over the fourth level is very slim. Some people present, if not for the inheritance of Taishou Mountain and the sake of several other great men, would not even say a word to an existence like him who is destined to not be able to achieve immortality.
Zhang Shan felt like he had fallen from the clouds into a mud ditch. He sat on the cloud bed in silence throughout the entire banquet and discussion, until the Taoist priest from Fengdu started talking about the way of ghost immortals.
Suddenly, Zhang Shan's eyes lit up. He listened to almost every word about the ghost immortal's cultivation methods and Taoist derivatives. He was more excited than the other Taoists present. He wanted to stand up several times, but sat down again.
When the Taoist priest from Fengdu said that his method regarding ghost immortals had been perfected and he had created a magic method called the Ghost Immortal True Spirit Curse and also demonstrated the mystery of the Nine Nether True Fire, Zhang Shan's fingers were trembling.
As soon as the banquet was over, all the cultivators left, but the head of Taishou Mountain went to the back mountain in person to visit Fengdu Zhenjun. After all, he was also the nephew of Fengdu Taoist. When Fengdu Taoist heard his name, he immediately summoned him.
As soon as Zhang Shan entered the Taoist palace, he saw Jia Yi, the founder of Lingshu Mountain, and the Taoist priest of Fengdu drinking tea at the top, with several male and female Taoist children standing on both sides. The Taoist palace was full of light and color, and the spiritual energy of the clouds on the top of the mountain flowed in from the cliff and overflowed into the Taoist palace.
On the wall, you can see images of immortals flying from one picture to another, and there is also the sound of a celestial maiden playing the piano.
"Zhang Shan pays respect to Master Uncle Fengdu and Master Uncle Jia, and wishes the two Master Uncles to attain immortality as soon as possible, and to live as long as the heavens."
The Taoist priest from Fengdu looked at him and said, "Get up! Are you the headmaster of Taishou Mountain now? Where is your senior brother Zhang Ping?"
Zhang Shan, wearing a blue Bagua Taoist robe, stood up and said, "My senior brother is nearing the end of his life and has returned to the world to cultivate. I will take over as the next headmaster."
The Taoist of Fengdu nodded and said, "I heard that you wanted to see me. What's the matter?"
Zhang Shan hesitated for a while, and finally knelt down again, and knelt directly on the ground with a kowtow: "Junior nephew would like to ask Uncle Master to help Taishou Mountain once for the sake of our past friendship. I was just listening to Uncle Master talking about the great way to become an immortal, and I was so excited. Only Uncle Master can create such an immortal technique that directly points to the great way."
Taoist Fengdu frowned, "You want to ask for the Ghost Immortal True Spirit Mantra? Although the Ghost Immortal Way has greatly lowered the threshold for becoming an immortal, even so, this method still requires a minimum of the fourth level to practice. You are too eager for quick success and use external force to break through the fourth level. Your magic power and spirit are mixed. I'm afraid you will stop here in this life."
Zhang Shan said with a choked voice: "Tai Shou Mountain is declining day by day. Although we have two uncles to look after it, if there are no third-level cultivators, Tai Shou Mountain will really decline. I am doing this to protect the foundation left by my master."
"And my nephew did not come here to seek Dharma for himself, but for his master Qingyang Sanren!"
When Zhang Shan mentioned the name, Jia Yidu, who had been silent, suddenly raised his head and asked, "What did you say?"
Zhang Shan said quickly, "When Master Qingyang Sanren passed away, his true spirit went into the underworld to reincarnate, but his cultivation, residual soul, remains, and his life-saving magic weapon, the White Jade Cauldron, were all well preserved. Although he failed to break through, he was only stuck at the last step of true spirit transformation. His cultivation is almost the same as that of the fourth level."
"Just now I heard about Master Fengdu's Ghost Immortal Avenue, and suddenly I had an idea. Can Master's remains be transformed into the body of the Ghost Immortal from the first life? This Ghost Immortal body will definitely be able to find Master's reincarnated body in this life, welcome Master back to Taishou Mountain, and continue the path to becoming an immortal."
Jia Yi shouted: "Okay!"
The look he gave Zhang Shan suddenly changed from indifference to appreciation: "I didn't expect that a useless disciple like you actually has some filial piety. Qingyang was right about you!"
Jia Yi looked at the Fengdu Taoist: "Fengdu! What do you think?"
The Fengdu Taoist pondered for a while, and finally raised his head: "No!"
Suddenly, the face of the third-generation leader of Taishou Mountain turned gloomy, but the Taoist priest from Fengdu changed his tone.
"At least the origin of a fourth-order great power, the essence of immortality, is needed. Then, with the heaven and earth as the furnace, the fourth-order origin as the firewood, the Nine Nether True Fire as the bones, and the Ghost Immortal True Spirit Curse as the flesh and blood, this ghost immortal body can be forged."
The old house of the Zhang family on the outskirts of Weigang City.
In front of the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall, an old man stood under a gardenia tree. The originally fragrant gardenias had long since withered, and the autumn leaves had begun to fall, just like him.
“Master!”
Zhang Ping didn't know why, but he suddenly thought of his master Qingyang Sanren, the man who once stood at the top, admired and longed for by everyone like a god or devil. His aura that swallowed the world and no one could shake or conceal his demeanor made people tremble every time they thought of him.
It's not just the power that's number one in the world, it's also the momentum of creating a school and standing at the top.
No matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he chased, he could not catch up with that figure.
The Zhang family has inevitably declined since the loss of Qingyang Sanren. Apart from the two of them, there is no one else among the younger generation who can succeed them. The more this happens, the more he can recall the splendor of the time when his master was around, and the Taishou Mountain that no one in the world dares to underestimate.
A few days ago, Zhang Ping received information from the Gate of Gods and Demons, which was the news from Zhang Shan, the third-generation headmaster of Taishou Mountain.
Zhang Ping's face was full of wrinkles and scars, and his white hair was meticulously combed. A hearty smile gradually appeared on his face, as if he had never felt so relaxed since his master, Qingyang Sanren, passed away and the burden of the entire Zhang family fell on him.
"With my remaining body, I hope I can continue my master's path to becoming an immortal."
“If Master can attain immortality and live as long as the heaven and earth!”
Zhang Ping's old face was full of tears, and his hunched back became even more bent due to excitement: "It's worth it, it's worth it!"
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