There are mountains beyond mountains and buildings beyond buildings.

There are green mountains wherever there are green mountains, and there are immortals in the Taoism.

The Taoist sect is hidden among the mountains and ridges, and ordinary people have no chance to see it. Yue Shiru used up several armor and horse talismans before he finally made it back to the mountain gate from Zhongzhou City in one breath. If he had the innate Qi, he would at least know some ways to control the wind. However, if it was just wind-controlling skills, it would only look good.

Elegant and unrestrained.

In terms of speed, it is more reliable for these two legs to run wildly with the armor and horse talisman.

A thousand miles of land consumes the energy of two talismans and a pancake.

It can also indirectly temper your own vitality and essence.

After Yue Shiru knocked on the mountain gate and chatted with Dao Zong's fellow disciples who were guarding the mountain today, he saw a Taoist with black hair and black beard, a dignified face, and a square face striding towards him. A look of joy appeared on his face. He stepped forward to greet him and said, "Teacher!" The middle-aged Taoist walked over, put his hands on Yue Shiru's shoulders, squeezed his shoulders, patted him on the back, and had a look of joy on his face:

"Okay, okay, I'm glad you're back."

"I heard that Zhongzhou was in danger. When I wanted to rush there, it was already too late. I was worried that something might happen to you."

"Haha, okay, I'm fine, I'm fine."

Yue Shiru was brought to the mountains to practice when he was young, and the teacher in front of him was no different from his father.

The majestic Taoist also breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Do you have any records of this trip down the mountain?"

When Dao Zong's disciples go down the mountain to travel around the world, most of them want to learn a lot. The strange people and events they see, as well as the many methods, will be recorded in a book and placed on the first floor of the Sutra Library to let those disciples know what kind of people there are in the world and what happened in the past.

Yue Shiru nodded and said, "Yes."

The young Taoist had a look of deep regret on his face: "I have seen a lot, and finally I know that there are mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people."

"Okay, okay, this is what it means to travel."

"If you just go to see the scenery and visit many places, but it does not benefit your life, then it is not a Taoist tour."

The middle-aged Taoist was amazed and took his disciples back to the sect and then returned to the mountains. Yue Shiru went to the Deacon Hall and described the disaster in Zhongzhou. He was not the only one in Zhongzhou at that time. There were other disciples as well, with varying levels of cultivation. They all fought with swords and some were injured. With the experiences of these many disciples, he completed this matter and recorded it here.

The majestic Taoist said, "Shiru, you have gained a lot from this trip."

"It seems that you will be able to go to the blessed land of cave heaven soon and try to break through to the innate Qi."

Taoism has three methods to break the innate Qi, however, the supreme method of the upper level is too mysterious, while the lower method that requires external forces will cut off the way forward. Most people will choose the middle method and go to places with abundant spiritual energy, relying on the many formations left in those blessed places to help break through the realm, allowing their own vitality and essence to gather and transform into [Qi].

From then on, it became a true tradition. When people went down the mountain to travel, they could be called Taoist priests.

If one wishes to save the world, he can also find a mountain, build a temple, and accept disciples.

Not to mention magical powers and long lifespan, this is the realm that all Taoist disciples aspire to, but Yue Shiru hesitated, shook his head, and said: "Disciple wants to practice for a while longer..." The majestic Taoist was slightly stunned, and then there was joy in his eyes, but he suppressed this emotion and just asked: "Why?"

Yue Shiru recalled his experiences during this period, the young Taoist priest, and the young Taoist priest Mingxin, and could not help but sigh: "This time when I went out, I saw many strange people and things, and I also understood the meaning of cultivation."

“Seeking the truth from me is the way of cultivation.”

“I always feel that if I rely on this method to step into the innate Qi, I will be further and further away from them.”

"How can I go there to eat his three-yellow chicken in the future?"

Yue Shiru made a joke that only he could understand, and he felt relieved.

His teacher clapped his hands and laughed, "Got it!"

"Do you understand, sir? The people I have seen and the things I have experienced are the insights that you and I cannot get even if we sit in the mountains for a thousand years. Anyone in this world can be my teacher. I can see my path from him or her. The ascetics say they want to be pure and free, but that does not mean they should stay away from the mundane world and live in seclusion in the city. This is the case."

"Hahaha, okay, okay."

"Want to eat three-yellow chicken? I'll catch it for you."

Yue Shiru didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Then he remembered the young Taoist's entrustment and said, "There is still one thing. It was entrusted by Master Qi to me to pass on to the Patriarch. He seems to be related to our Taoist sect. I dare not neglect him, so I left the dreamer who was looking for the Patriarch and came back quickly."

He took out the letter Qi Wuhuo had written at that time, and then said to the disciples of the Deacon Hall:

"The disciple hopes to pass this item on to the master."

"Hmm? Which lineage's ancestor?"

"It's Lü Zu..."

The Deacon Hall suddenly became quiet.

A fat Taoist came over, frowned upon hearing this, and said, "Meet Master Lu? Do you know that the Grand Master is in seclusion right now, and this is the critical time for his cultivation. How can you just go and see him? You are just a Taoist who has not even entered the innate Qi, and you are talking nonsense about the Grand Master. Do you know the rules of the sect?"

Yue Shiru said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "I know, but Lianyang Temple was taught by our founder himself. The immortal Qi also made great efforts in the disaster of Zhongzhou. Although he is young, he has extraordinary demeanor and has the aura of an immortal. His master seems to have an old relationship with our Taoist master Lu Zu, so I want to pass on the message."

"Huh! Master Qi?"

The fat Taoist reached out and flipped through the reports submitted by Yue Shiru.

The person who saw the description above, read [Sixteen years old, already has the innate Qi, the three talents are complete, the foundation is harmonious, bright and clear, and the relationship with others is as gentle as the breeze, he has broken the plague, his swordsmanship is extraordinary, and he can unsheathe the Lianyang Sword...], glanced at it, frowned, and then pressed his right hand heavily on the table, scolding:

"How dare you call yourself a real person when you are just a Xiantian Qi? If this gets out, people will laugh at my sect."

"He is only sixteen years old. If his ancestors really knew Lü Zu, then his ancestors would have come to pass on the message!"

"How can a mere innate Qi be in charge?"

"What's more, even if their lineage is related to Lü Zu, so what? But what is the status of my Dao Sect!"

"How brilliant is my sect's Lu Zu!"

"If he wants to come, he should have handed in a visiting card half a month in advance, and then personally dressed up to pay his respects to the mountain, which is in line with the etiquette of a younger generation paying respects to an elder. If you, a mere Taoist priest, were to deliver a verbal message, wouldn't that mean he is looking down on our Taoist sect, our Taoist school, and our Master Lu?!"

This fat Taoist and Yue Shiru's lineage have always been at odds, but they had no chance to vent in the past. Now that they had the chance, they naturally scolded each other. Three-tenths of them really didn't believe it, and three-tenths took the opportunity to attack, bringing up the names of Dao Zong and Lu Zu, and frowned, saying, "What's more, Yue Shiru, what you have seen and heard is really ridiculous!"

"What do you mean by making great achievements in the disaster of Zhongzhou? I think you are really bold!"

"We all know that the land of Zhongzhou is in the midst of a catastrophe. It seems that a great emperor has taken action, with a vast sword that spans thousands of miles, beheading millions of demons and monsters, saving countless lives and performing great deeds. How could this be possible for a mere innate Qi to accomplish?!"

"Return the bright moon and clear sky to help the world and save people."

"Humph, I think he is just a fraud who is trying to get close to my Dao Sect!"

The fat Taoist was furious. With a flick of his sleeves, he swept all the travel records that Yue Shiru handed over from the table. They flew everywhere like snow. No one dared to say anything. Even the majestic Taoist in black clothes and black hair was speechless for a moment. Even though he believed that his disciples would never do such a thing, what the Taoist steward said made sense.

The steward snatched the letter written by Qi Wuhuo and said, "I will report this matter to the peak masters, and you will immediately rewrite these travel records and come here to receive the punishment." He frowned and was about to suppress Qi Wuhuo's letter with his arrogance. Yue Shiru finally couldn't help getting angry and said, "Uncle Master, you can't do that!"

He took a step forward and instinctively stretched out his hand to grab him. The fat Taoist was shocked, as if he couldn't believe that this junior dared to attack him. He subconsciously raised his hand and waved it, and his innate Qi flowed. Yue Shiru was no match for him at first, but suddenly he remembered what the young Taoist had said in casual chat and the advice he had given him.

His own Yuan Qi changed, and he pulled the fat Taoist's sleeve, sensing the rotation of Yuan Qi.

He imitated the movements of the young Taoist who was practicing boxing casually in Lianyang Temple. He shook himself violently, and did not resist. Instead, he followed the flow of Yuan Qi and exerted force. He stepped back with his right foot, pulled the fat Taoist with his left hand, pressed his right hand on his back, and exhaled Yuan Qi. With a splash, the fat Taoist with innate Qi was unexpectedly thrown out by Yue Shiru, who was a level lower than him.

Everyone was shocked.

Yue Shiru's teacher couldn't believe it.

I don’t know what kind of people I, a disciple of average ability, have met and what I have experienced.

Whether it is his mentality, foundation, or even the state of mind for circulating his vital energy, they are all completely different from the past.

Such a complete transformation!

The fat Taoist was furious. How could he, a deacon, be treated so disrespectfully by a disciple? He turned around, moved with the wind, raised his hand, and his innate Qi vibrated, and he directly captured Yue Shiru. After all, Yue Shiru was only at the Qi-cultivation level, and the magical powers he practiced were all of the altar type. He was no match for Yue Shiru at this moment.

When they fought just now, the Qi was vibrating, and the letter was also blown away by the wind. The fat Taoist raised his hand to hold it, but because Yue Shiru was his teacher, he let him go and just held the letter. As a teacher, when he was teaching his disciple, this disciple was not convinced by his discipline and even refuted. He was embarrassed and couldn't help but get angry. He sneered: "Okay, are you angry because of shame?"

"I think this Qi Wuhuo is just a fraud!"

"A thief... huh?!"

When the fat Taoist was extremely angry, he suddenly felt his hand loosen and the letter in his hand was taken away.

The anger that had just been suppressed in his heart suddenly exploded, and he turned around and shouted: "Who??!"

"Want to be punished...Lü Zu?!"

He saw a man in a simple Taoist robe standing behind him. He had an untidy beard and black hair with white strands falling to his waist. He looked rather dishevelled, with dull eyes. He did not have the demeanor of the elegant swordsman in the legend. However, the profound Taoist charm in him made it clear that he was the living legend of Taoism, the unparalleled swordsman through the ages.

"Lü, Lü Zu..."

"Brother, I have met Master Lu!"

The man did not answer. He first opened it and saw the three characters of [Lian Yang Sword] imprinted on it. A glimmer of light appeared in his silent eyes and he said, "So that's how it is. The Lian Yang Sword is gone... Hundreds of years ago, I still remember when I was meditating, it suddenly jumped up and attacked me. I had no choice but to leave the mountain and hang it in the Lian Yang Temple."

"The Taoist boy I accepted back then has passed away."

Yue Shiru had just been captured and was agitated, coughing non-stop, but he still stood up and bowed, saying:

"Disciple greets the Grandmaster."

"This disciple met a strange man in Lianyang Temple. He said he had a letter for the master."

"It should be that his ancestor and predecessor have a past relationship with the ancestor."

When Lu Chunyang saw the letter, he was stunned for a moment, and then in an instant, he appeared in front of Yue Shiru, stirring up the wind, his hair flying, his eyes widened, and his right hand pressed on Yue Shiru's shoulder. The change in his aura in an instant almost made Yue Shiru's heart stop beating. Seeing the eyes of the ancestor who had been silent for a thousand years widened, he regained vitality from the dead silence, his body trembled slightly, and said:

“Where is he!!!”

"Grandmaster, are you talking about... Master Qi?"

Yue Shiru felt a slight pain in his shoulder and said in shock, "He, he has already left Zhongzhou."

"I don't know where he went..."

"I don't know. I don't know..."

The Taoist took a few steps back and muttered for a long time.

There was obvious disappointment on his face.

Yue Shiru boldly asked, "Is Master Qi a younger disciple of an old acquaintance of the founder?"

"Old acquaintance? Of course not."

The people in the Taoist sect saw the unkempt Taoist shaking his head, holding the letter, and heard him answer: "He is my senior brother."

Then in an instant, there was only dead silence.

It was as if the entire Dao Sect had lost the ability to speak.

Yue Shiru felt his hands and feet tremble slightly, and he felt as if he was in a dream. He seemed to remember the words he asked the young Taoist when he left, asking whether his ancestor had any old relationship with the Taoist master Lu Zu. At that time, the young Taoist just smiled, his temples were gray, and he suddenly understood what the young man meant by the words he said, and he murmured in a dreamlike voice:

"…If my guess is correct, there should be something old."

"The Grandmaster's senior brother..."

The entire Dao Sect, at least those who heard the news, fell into confusion, and it took a long time for them to calm down. On the second day, Yue Shiru was still in a daze, sitting on the rock, watching the clouds rise and fall, his mind in a trance, until he was hit on the back of the head by his teacher, and then he came to his senses, looked up, and said, "Teacher..."

"What are you thinking about? Still thinking about your adventure?"

"Yeah... I didn't expect that, Master Qi, that's the senior brother of the founder."

"Does that mean we should call him Grandmaster?"

The majestic Taoist replied: "Not only you, but the Taoist sect will also respect him as the ancestor."

Yue Shiru muttered in a daze for a long time. His teacher knew his disciple's character and knew that he would adjust himself. However, thinking of his disciple's adventure, he finally sighed: "I don't know where this peerless person is now, and who he has met. He must be flying on clouds and mist, traveling to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, to be worthy of such an immortal, right?"

…

"Hahaha, little Taoist priest, how about this donkey cart of ours? It's not bad, right?!"

"Are you sitting comfortably?"

"Thank me? Hahaha, why thank me? If you hadn't come out at this opportunity and chased away those wolves, I wouldn't know what to do now. I just gave you a ride for a while, what's the big deal? Don't despise this donkey cart."

A middle-aged man laughed and waved a whip.

The donkey moved forward slowly, pulling the cart, which was filled with specially processed hay, the soft golden hay. The young Taoist lay on the grass with his arms behind his head, squinting his eyes amid the creaking sounds, basking in the sun, with his head resting on the straw, sitting in the donkey cart, and moving slowly along the mountain road.

I could hear the middle-aged man singing a melodious and simple folk song.

The words may be quaint, but when sung in country slang, they have a bold and rough quality.

Work when the sun rises and rest when the sun sets.

Dig wells for drinking and till the fields for food.

What power does the emperor have over me?

The town at the foot of Helian Mountain can be vaguely seen ahead.

The mountain god returns.