ragginovel Chapter 2002 Mr. Hong
Chapter 2002 Mr. Hong
Chapter 2002 Mr. Hong
"Dededede..."
A horse-drawn carriage was moving slowly on the official road. The carriage was not very big and could only seat three or four people, but it was pulled by a rare pair of horses.
There were other pedestrians on the official road, and their attention was attracted by this special carriage.
The carriage has no luxurious decorations, but it has a special texture.
The two horses were also not simple, they were tall and strong, with blood-red fur that looked like the finest brocade under the scorching sun.
The coachman drove the carriage with his back straight. Although he was just a coachman, he looked at the passers-by with a look of arrogance that looked down on everyone. The coachmen of the high-ranking officials in the city did not have such a temperament.
The two horses galloped briskly, and a small town appeared ahead of the official road.
"Master, look, the town of Hanwan is just ahead..."
The coachman bowed slightly and spoke to the people in the carriage, his expression unconsciously becoming more respectful.
"Stop the car."
A dull voice came from the carriage.
The coachman responded and gently pulled the reins. Both horses raised their front hooves at the same time and stomped the ground heavily. They and the carriage stopped steadily in an instant. The body of the carriage did not shake at all, which made passers-by stare with their eyes wide open.
The car door opened and a Taoist priest walked out, squinting at the town ahead.
The driver, with a smile on his face, served carefully. He followed the Taoist's gaze and felt secretly surprised.
This man is obviously an expert, but I don't know why he came to this inconspicuous town in the mortal world.
He had to ask for directions before he found the place.
The Taoist nodded slightly, threw a small bag to the driver, and said, "You can go back."
The driver opened his pocket and smiled, "Hey! Taoist priest, take care. I'm in Sanqi Island all year round. If you need me in the future, just give me a call."
Knowing the temper of this master, the driver did not waste time and did not dare to ask more questions. He immediately turned the car around and rode back.
After walking for a while, they came to an empty area. The driver shook his wrist slightly and whipped the horse whip with a "snap". The whip did not hit the two horses, but instead dispersed into a cloud of water mist, and both the horses and the carriage gradually faded away.
The fur on the two horses' ribs trembled, and they spread a pair of bloody wings, flapped them gently, and flew off the ground, walking on the clouds, as fast as eagles, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.
The Taoist who just got off the car was naturally Qin Sang.
He walked into Hanwan Town, listened to the hawking sounds along the street, and felt the hustle and bustle of the world.
After the Tianmu Butterfly successfully survived the tribulation, Qin Sang first helped Taiyi control the Thunder Altar, and then passed the sword to Yulang. Calculating that the time was almost right, he chose an auspicious moment to set off.
On this trip, Qin Sang brought Gui Hou and Luo Hou with him. On the day of departure, those who saw them off included Taiyi, Yulang, Lingshi and the two Hongmei monsters, the core disciples of Qingyang Temple. The only outsider was Gu Yunsou.
The identity Qin Sang deliberately created for Gu Yunsou was that of a descendant of a powerful force who traveled abroad, so there was no need to hide it; being open and honest would make him more credible.
He announced to the outside world that he would go into seclusion for a long time, practice diligently, and never care about worldly affairs again.
When Master Yue delivered the yellow leaf token, he kindly reminded Qin Sang of some restless places on the road leading to Jitian Peak.
Qin Sang avoided these places and although he took a long detour, he had a smooth journey and arrived at Jitian Peak.
The Jitian Peak cultivation world is similar to Yuedu Bay, both of which are centered on a giant island, with the vast sea areas and countless small islands surrounding it.
However, when local cultivators talk about Jitian Peak, they are referring to a mountain.
This peak is the highest peak on the island. Legend has it that it reaches up to the sky and is unfathomable. The mountain is extremely majestic.
The reason for this legend is that the largest force here, Jitian Palace, occupies the top of the mountain, majestic and mysterious.
What is different from the immortal cultivation world in Yueduwan is that the top sects here are all gathered in one place. The mountain gates are all built on the Jitian Peak. Countless sects are arranged according to the terrain of the mountain. You can see them wherever you look.
This shows how majestic the Jitian Peak is. The eastern side of the island, which occupies more than 30% of the island, can be regarded as the base of the Jitian Peak.
This place gathers the beauty of the entire island, with mountain ridges stacked up layer by layer, accumulating a towering momentum, and a solitary peak piercing the sky.
Even a cultivator at the level of Refining Void has the ability to make such a big change. I wonder if it is the work of a cultivator at the level of Fusion, or maybe it is really the magic of nature.
The unique terrain creates this pattern.
After landing on the island, Qin Sang did not go to Jitian Peak. Instead, he rented a Pegasus carriage and ordered the driver to find a place called Hanwan Town.
Mr. Hong lives in this mortal town.
Passing through the town, the noise gradually faded away. There was a mountain to the north of the town. The other party did not deliberately conceal it. Qin Sang could sense the aura of the formation from afar. This mountain was definitely a treasure land.
When Qin Sang reached the foot of the mountain, he saw a village with wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys. He couldn't help but think of Qipai Village and the days when he lived in seclusion in Qingyang Temple.
Passing the village, a small path in the forest led to the foot of the mountain. Qin Sang soon saw a small fenced courtyard along the winding path.
There are three thatched cottages beside the clear spring, and a garden in the yard, planted with various flowers, competing for beauty.
An old farmer was tending to his garden, squatting on the ground with his hands covered in dirt.
Several children were playing in the garden.
Qin Sang bowed across the fence and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Hong?"
The old farmer raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at Qin Sang for a while, casually brushed the dirt off his hands on his clothes, stood up and said, "Is it Taoist Qingfeng?"
"It's me," Qin Sang looked at the children, all of them were mortals.
"Okay, there are guests coming to Grandpa Hong's house, and you should go back to eat. Otherwise, your parents will scold you again," Mr. Hong clapped his hands, picked a few flowers and gave one to each of them.
The children lined up to receive the flowers and waved goodbye obediently, "Goodbye, Grandpa Hong."
"Master, please come in."
Mr. Hong invited Qin Sang in and asked, "It will take another ten years to reach Canjin City. Can you wait?"
Qin Sang replied, "I can wait."
Mr. Hong nodded and asked, "This place is very rough, can you stand it, Taoist priest?"
“A mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals living there; a river is not famous for its depth, but for the dragons living there. What is there to be ashamed of?”
Qin Sang smiled slightly and asked back.
"Haha, the Taoist priest is also a wonderful person," Mr. Hong laughed, raising his hand and pointing to the mountain, "The houses and caves on the mountain are all ownerless. The Taoist priest can choose any place to rest."
Qin Sang thanked him and followed Master Yue's advice without asking any other questions.
But after entering the courtyard, I couldn't help but take a closer look at the garden.
Mr. Hong is most likely also a master of alchemy. The flowers grown by such a person are probably rare treasures from heaven and earth.
But the garden is full of mortal flowers.
Before coming in, he thought it was some sophisticated formation that even he couldn't see through. Only after coming in did he confirm that these flowers were really just ordinary flowers, some of which were even the most common wild flowers in the fields.
This Mr. Hong has a deep and obscure aura, he must be a master. Could it be that he is also experiencing the mortal world?
Perhaps Qin Sang's answer impressed Mr. Hong. Noticing Qin Sang's gaze, Mr. Hong took the initiative to explain, "We have walked far. Looking back, these earthly plants are not as delicate as spiritual flowers and herbs. I can do whatever I want, which is quite interesting..."
He pointed to a row of rice flowers beside the garden and said, "It is said that people are arguing about Mahayana and Hinayana. Taoist priest, if I can cultivate a good kind of rice to solve the world's hunger, can I be named an agricultural saint?"
“No wonder the rice around Hanwan Town is growing so well.”
Qin Sang said confidently, "If you can really do it, you will definitely be canonized as a saint, and you will be a saint for all races!"
But I was thinking in my heart that it seems that the so-called Mahayana way does not lie in becoming a king or a patriarch.
If one can really follow these "paths", one thing is certain, the Mighty Ones will care about the common people and benefit the world, which will bring about earth-shaking changes in the world.
The question is whether it will work.
"So what if you can be canonized as a saint? Can it make you and me become immortals in one step?" Mr. Hong shook his head and waved his sleeves. A path appeared behind the thatched cottage, and he motioned Qin Sang to go up the mountain by himself.
Seeing that Mr. Hong had no desire to talk in depth, Qin Sang did not say much. He randomly picked a cave on the mountain, set up a formation, and meditated in seclusion.
Look inward at the Qi Hai.
It has been the twentieth year since the tribulation, and the Tianmu Butterfly is still sleeping soundly, with no signs of waking up.
However, it can be felt that the breath of the Tianmu Butterfly is gradually becoming calmer. It must be digesting the power of the thunder in its body.
After checking it out, Qin Sang continued his practice.
From now on, he will focus on improving his cultivation, but he still needs to comprehend the Four Symbols Sword Formation.
Especially the Southern Vermillion Bird Sword Formation, after being perfected, the Four Symbols can play the role of two of them, and its power should not be underestimated.
Every time Qin Sang comprehended the sword formation, he would wake up the Vermillion Bird and ask for its help, and this time was no exception.
"Have you seen Mr. Hong?" Zhuque woke up and immediately asked impatiently.
Qin Sang hummed.
"I can finally see the real world! So much has changed. I wonder what the world has become like," Suzaku sighed, his tone full of vicissitudes, like an old senior who has experienced countless years.
Qin Sang glanced at him and asked, "Do you remember the past?"
"no!"
Zhuque was justified and bit back, "It's all your fault for being too slow!"
After breaking through the Spirit Transformation Stage, Zhuque's cultivation began to improve rapidly again, and now he is not far from the late Spirit Transformation Stage.
However, Zhuque claimed that it felt that its potential was almost exhausted, and the two real feathers and its previous foundation might not be able to support it to break through the Void Refining Stage.
Maybe it can only rely on its own hard work in the future, how can it get used to this?
"Are you sure?" Qin Sang asked.
Looking at Zhuque's previous momentum, Qin Sang thought that he would soon have another helper in the Nascent Soul stage.
"do not know!"
Zhuque was tough on the outside, but a little dejected. He grabbed Qin Sang's sleeve and complained, "Why don't you hurry up? It's been so many years!"
Qin Sang had no choice, he also hoped to refine the Qilin source seed as soon as possible.
Now facing cultivators of the same level, his spiritual awareness has no advantage but is restricted instead.
If he had swallowed it without hesitation, he might have accomplished it, but Suzaku made various demands, which increased the difficulty several times.
I had sensed the fluctuation of life before, but that critical point has not yet arrived. I don’t know whether what Zhuque said is reliable, and whether a Qilin egg can be hatched.
After the Qilin egg is born, it may take some time to hatch, which means that the cultivator of the Void Refining Technique must live long enough, otherwise it will be outlasted by the Qilin Source Seed.
"Let's talk about this after you reach the peak of Spiritualization. Then I will try to help you break through Void Refinement first."
Qin Sang transmitted a message, created a sword formation, and ordered Zhuque to join the formation.
Wait until the third year.
Qin Sang sensed a strange aura in the mountains. He walked out of the cave and saw a man wearing a bamboo hat.
The hat has hanging gauze that covers the face and the entire upper body.
The man walked with his head down. His bamboo hat was a rare treasure. Under the cover of the hat, the man's breath was chaotic and unclear.
It seemed that he had not expected that there would be someone in the mountains. When he suddenly saw Qin Sang, the man in the bamboo hat stopped abruptly.
Qin Sang bowed and was about to speak, but he saw the man in the bamboo hat bowed slightly, said nothing, hurried into an empty room and closed the door.
Qin Sang thought it was strange. Because he was blinded by the treasure and did not cast a spell to investigate, he could not be sure of the true cultivation level of the man in the bamboo hat.
It’s hard to go into details in Mr. Hong’s temple.
This person must also be heading to the Great Zhou. I hope he won't get into trouble along the way.
Qin Sang stood at the door for a while, then returned to the cave and continued practicing.
The next year, another person went into the mountain.
This person was much more lively than the cloaked man. When he saw Qin Sang, he immediately greeted him warmly. He introduced himself as Huai Ting and his cultivation level was comparable to Qin Sang's.
It was a chance meeting, and both parties knew their limits and would not delve into each other's backgrounds. Qin Sang only knew that Huai Ting was not a cultivator from Jitian Peak.
"Master, you are going to Da Zhou as well, right? I have heard that the structure of the immortal cultivation world in Jitian Peak is very different from other places. I don't know when I will be able to come back. Since you are passing by this place, why don't you go and have a look?" Huai Ting warmly invited Qin Sang to go with him.
Qin Sang thought to himself that he was on this trip just to travel around the world and there was no time for cultivation, so he agreed.
The two of them informed Mr. Hong and flew to Jitian Peak together.
Hanwan Town was not far from Jitian Peak. The two flew slowly for two hours and reached the foot of the mountain.
You can see the shadow of the Eastern Mountain in Hanwan Town, and you can feel its grandeur even more when you get closer.
There are layers of mountain ridges and various landforms.
There are wildernesses, jungles, rivers, lakes and swamps in the mountains. There are also countless cities and strange lights flashing, which are the locations of some immortal cultivation sects.
So many mortals, monks and sects gathered on one mountain, but it didn't seem crowded.
The two of them admired the scenery from afar for a while, concealed their abilities, and entered the mountain in a low profile. They circled in the mountains for several days and indeed saw many unique features of Jitian Peak.
The Jitian Peak immortal cultivation world is headed by the Jitian Palace, and other sects are also affiliated with the Jitian Palace.
These sects are all called "such and such Palace". The sect leaders have the right to participate in the affairs of Jitian Palace, which is equivalent to holding a position in Jitian Palace.
The organization is tighter than some alliances, but not like the Taoist talisman sects that separate the Taoist temples and palaces.
A sect is a branch of Jitian Palace, exercising authority in a certain area.
Each sect is independent of each other, yet they constrain each other, forming a complex and deformed network that has continued to operate like this until now, which makes Qin Sang and Huai Ting marvel at it.
In the end, they did not reveal their identities. They visited Jitian Palace, took a tour and then returned to Hanwan Town.
Unexpectedly, no one else came.
Until the tenth year after Qin Sang arrived.
Early that morning, Qin Sang was awakened by the sound of drums.
Qin Sang pushed the door open and went out, then quickly rushed to the top of the mountain. He saw Mr. Hong holding a bronze drum in his hand and throwing it lightly, and the drum expanded.
Apart from Mr. Hong, there were only three of them.
"The three of you please come up, the deacon from Canjin City has arrived."
After the three men boarded the bronze drum, Mr. Hong controlled the drum to fly northward and all the way out of the sea.
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"The Array of Immortality"
The monastic hierarchy is strict and the life of independent practitioners is difficult.
At the age of ten, Mo Hua had a Dao stele appear in his sea of consciousness. He could forge his divine consciousness and learn formations.
Mo Hua will use the stele to forge supreme divine consciousness, comprehend the formations of the heavens, and strive for the path to immortality.
It not only changes your own fate, but also changes the fate of all the low-level monks in the world.
(Traditional Xianxia, no system, formation flow, growth flow)
(End of this chapter)