Chapter 55
Longhu Mountain, located in YT City, JX Province, is the birthplace of Taoism.
It is said that Zhang Daoling, the founder of Zhengyi Dao, had the experience of "dragons and tigers appearing at this place" when he made his elixir, hence the name "Longhu Mountain".
Master Zhang and Zhang Daoling have the same surname, which is quite intriguing.
The Successor Han Tianshi Mansion, also known as the Tianxia Dao Court, is the ancestral home of the Zhengyi Dao. At this moment, Master Zhang was standing in front of the mansion and said to the Taoist boy, "Please go and announce that the evil disciple Zhang Pingyang wants to see you."
However, before the Taoist boy could go in and report, an old Taoist priest appeared in front of the mansion. He was obviously shocked when he saw Master Zhang's appearance. He actually called Master Zhang by his common name and said, "Pingyang, how could you become like this?"
Then he was seen walking quickly towards Master Zhang.
By now I have confirmed that Master Zhang must have been a member of the Zhengyi Dao, but for some unknown reason, he became the abbot of Baiyun Temple.
"Brother!"
The person in front of him turned out to be Master Zhang’s biological brother, named Zhang Pingyin. When the two met at this time, they were filled with mixed emotions.
The two reminisced for a long time, both in tears. It was rare to see Master Zhang's emotions fluctuate so greatly.
"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. Come with me to see father." Zhang Pingyin pulled Zhang Pingyang and walked into the mansion.
Liu Danchen and I followed them into the Sihan Tianshi Mansion. Just now, I could feel a sense of solemnity in front of the mountain gate. Now that I entered the courtyard, a heavy and calm feeling rushed into my chest.
"Hey, is this your best disciple?" Zhang Ping looked at me gloomily.
"Brother, you noticed it too?" Master Zhang had calmed down, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
"You can be blessed with good fortune the first time you enter the Tianshi Mansion. You will definitely not be an ordinary person in the future." Zhang Ping smiled while stroking his beard.
"It's a pity that she has family inheritance and did not enter our Xuanmen." Master Zhang sighed.
Zhang Pingyin understood what was going on and turned to look at Liu Danchen. He said, "Wulian Tianzun, be restrained and less sad. Seek truth without delusion. Be kind and you will be upright."
Upon hearing this, Liu Danchen bent down and said, "Disciple will follow your instructions."
In front of the Zhengyi Hall, Master Zhang was actually a little nervous at this moment.
"Father, Pingyang is back." Zhang Pingyin said.
There was no response from inside the house for a long time. I was just wondering if there was no one inside when I heard an angry voice: "Rebellious son, let him go."
When the three of them heard this, their expressions dimmed, but I was the only one who didn't know why.
Master Zhang knelt on the ground. Zhang Pingyin saw this and pushed the door open and went in. I didn't dare to say anything more now. I must ask clearly later.
After an incense stick of time, Zhang Pingyin came out with a crystal object in his hand. It looked like ice crystal, but it wasn't, because if it was ice crystal, it would have melted by now.
When Master Zhang saw the thing in Zhang Pingyin's hand, he burst into tears and bowed three times towards the room, saying, "You are an unfilial son."
After Master Zhang finished his greeting, Zhang Pingyin pulled him up and whispered something in his ear. Then Master Zhang and Zhang Pingyin left together. Liu Danchen was about to follow, but I grabbed him and said, "Master, what's going on?"
Liu Danchen was reluctant to talk, but he couldn't stand my constant clinging, so he finally told me a brief story about Master Zhang: "You already know that Master and his uncle are brothers. The person Master just asked to see was our ancestor. Master seemed to have had a conflict with the ancestor back then, I don't know the specific reason, and then Master went north alone, and along the way he accepted several of us as his fellow disciples. This is also the first time Master has returned to Baiyun Temple in more than ten years. I thought Master would face injustice this time, but unexpectedly, the ancestor and his uncle were very easy to talk to. Of course, these are all things that Master occasionally mentions after dinner."
"Is it a gentleman's behavior to bite someone in the ear behind their back?" A fair voice came.
Liu Danchen and I immediately stood up and saluted. The person who came towards us was Master Zhang’s father, Zhang Jingzhi, the most respected person in Zhengyi Dao today.
"Please punish me, Master!" Liu Danchen admitted his mistake.
I looked up at him. He had an air of immortality, white hair and youthful face. He was truly an old immortal. And from him, I sensed a kind of kindness that I hadn't seen in a long time.
He saw me observing him with a sly look in my eyes and said with a smile, "You are gifted and intelligent, and you are a true member of the ghost tribe."
I was horrified. I didn't expect that he could tell that I was a member of the ghost clan at the first sight. At the same time, I was also very excited. Since he mentioned the ghost clan, he must know more about me.
"Grandpa!" He gave me the same feeling of intimacy as a grandfather.
"Okay, okay." He smiled happily when he heard me call him grandpa.
I hugged his arm, feeling completely at peace, and said a lot of auspicious things to him. His laughter echoed throughout the Tianshi Mansion. I turned back to Liu Danchen and made a face at him. Liu Danchen, seeing how close I was to the Grandmaster, looked at me from behind with a look of disbelief.
"You, little clever kid!" The master said, tapping my forehead.
"Grandpa, how do you know I'm from the ghost clan?" I asked him.
"Not only do I know that you are from the ghost tribe, but I also know that you have a treasure that looks like stone but isn't stone, right?"
I quickly took out the feather stone and asked, "Feather stone?"
He took the feather stone in his hand, examined it for a long time, and said, "This is a sacred object of your ghost clan. It should be in the hands of your clan leader."
"But I heard from my grandfather that this is a sacred object passed down in our family." I asked doubtfully.
"What's your grandfather's name?"
"Ghost element."
The ancestor thought for a moment and said, "Your clan leader is called Gui Liangtu, and he is now one hundred and thirty-seven years old. This is a treasure he never leaves behind, but I don't know why it fell into your hands."
"Grandpa, do you know where our ghost tribe members are?"
He shook his head and said, "Knowing this will do you no good."
I thought about it, and what the ancestor said made perfect sense. First, the feather-hair stone I carry is a sacred relic of my clan, but its presence in my possession is of unknown origin, and no one knows what happened. Secondly, why did three generations of my family end up fleeing to a small mountain village? My grandfather and parents have disappeared, leaving only me. I feel like I'm caught in a web. A thought occurred to me: Could it be that my grandfather stole the feather-hair stone, and that the disappearance of my parents and grandfather is connected to it?
The more I thought about it, the more possible it seemed. My heart tightened. I hope nothing happens to grandpa and the others!
"When you are doing nothing, you should not dwell on your achievements. Why not just let nature take its course?" His words were like the morning bell and evening drum.
For years, I've harbored a knot in my heart: the whereabouts of my grandfather and parents, a source of confusion. But after the Grandmaster's guidance, I suddenly felt a surge of enlightenment, and the pressure within me lifted. Indeed, since seeking so hard hasn't yielded, it's better to let nature take its course. Just like my encounter with the Grandmaster today, if I had relied on my own search, I might still not have found any clues about the ghost clan. But this trip to Longhu Mountain, by chance, yielded a clue.
"Grandpa, do you know what kind of person the leader of our ghost clan is?" I had a feeling that my family might be in the ghost clan.
"He is a little stubborn." Daozu said with a smile when he heard me ask about him.
I heard him call our clan leader "Little Stubborn." As mentioned earlier, our clan leader is already 137 years old. I subconsciously asked, "I wonder how old Grandpa is this year?"
"No more, no less, one hundred and fifty years old!" he said, stroking his long beard.
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