Chapter 160: A House Full of Pilgrims
Small town, in front of a small shop.
Two men were chatting.
"Old Zhao, do you know Taoist Master Huangshan?"
"Of course I know. Everyone in the town is talking about it now. They say that an evil ghost has appeared in the town, and the Taoist Master Huangshan has come down the mountain to slay the demons."
"That's right. I'm telling you. I was there at the scene. I saw with my own eyes that Huangshan Daojun summoned the five-clawed golden dragon, then summoned Asura, and finally summoned four unknown sacred beings. They beat the evil ghost so hard that clear air came out of his head. Then I don't know what happened, but it seems that there was no 'ghost covering the eyes' incident at the hotel. It must have been Huangshan Daojun who beat the evil ghost to ashes!"
The two just chatted for a few words.
Another old lady came to buy salt. After hearing the conversation between the two, she cried out, "That's right. I saw it too. The Huangshan Taoist God is really powerful. He subdued such a terrible evil spirit."
Old Zhao was puzzled and asked, "Hey, I was born and raised in Huangshan, how come I have never heard of such a powerful deity as Huangshan Daojun?"
Lao Lin, who had spoken to him at the beginning, said, "A true immortal is one who helps the world, so why would he care about these empty names? Maybe there weren't any disasters in Huangshan before, so the Taoist never showed his holiness in front of people. This time, it's probably because the evil ghost went too far and angered the Taoist, so he came down the mountain to eliminate the demon."
The old lady nodded vigorously in agreement, "Yes, this is a real god. I plan to find someone to paint a portrait of the Taoist master and put it at home for worship."
…
In the hotel.
Cheng Cheng and Li Ming were also talking about this matter.
Cheng Cheng said with admiration: "Huangshan Daojun is really amazing."
Li Ming sighed and said: "Yes, that evil ghost was so powerful that it was destroyed by the Taoist."
"Hey, isn't your home near Mount Huangshan? Why haven't I ever heard you mention Huangshan Taoist Master, the immortal with boundless magical powers?" Cheng Cheng asked curiously.
Li Mingxin said, "This is the first time I know about the existence of Huangshan Taoist Master. How can I tell you about his deeds?"
They weren't the only ones talking about it.
People were chatting throughout the hotel.
asked a middle-aged man who was obviously a tourist. "Hey, boss, where is the Yellow Mountain Taoist Priest? I want to go there and burn some incense after dinner."
The boss, Abin, looked puzzled. "I don't know. I've never heard of any Taoist temple or monastery that worships Huangshan Daojun."
A waitress in her forties came up to him and said, "I know. It's at the foot of the mountain."
Abin was stunned. "At the foot of the mountain? How come I don't know about it?"
The waiter rolled his eyes at him and said something like, "There has been construction at the foot of the mountain for more than a year. It seems that they are building a Taoist temple for Huangshan Daojun. Although the temple is not yet completed, I heard that the statue of Daojun has long been moved into the former Bai...Bai What Hotel. That place used to be a Taoist temple, but now the hotel has been converted back to a Taoist temple. I looked inside the door before, but I didn't recognize the two gods enshrined there, so I didn't go in. Now when I think about it, don't I regret it? It turns out that the Huangshan Daojun they enshrine is so powerful and has boundless magical powers."
This waiter was quite talkative and spoke a long paragraph in one breath.
Not only did the people in the restaurant not interrupt her to ask her to serve the food quickly, but their eyes even lit up after hearing what she said.
"I know where it is!"
"After we finish our meal, we will go burn incense to the Taoist Master and pray for his blessing."
"Yes, the Taoist has shown his divine power to slay demons and monsters. He must be a very powerful deity. I want to go burn incense and pay my respects to him as well."
More than a hundred diners in the restaurant expressed this.
Especially the restaurant owner Abin, he recalled the existence of the statue of the "evil ghost" in the inner courtyard, and wondered whether he should go to the Taoist Palace to ask for a portrait of Huangshan Taoist to suppress the "evil ghost".
hotel!
Small shop!
Gas station!
Almost every place in the town where there are people is chatting.
Many tourists expressed their desire to go to Huangshan Taoist Temple to burn incense to the Taoist God.
In addition, more local people want to ask for a portrait of Huangshan Taoist from Taoist Temple to take home for worship.
…
Huangshan Taoist Temple.
Abbot Zheng Xian walked back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.
He had a gloomy look on his face. It was bad enough that the temple had no believers coming to burn incense and worship gods on normal days, but no one came during the Qingming Festival either. Wouldn't the temple be doomed sooner or later?
He waited at the door from morning to noon, but no one came to burn incense.
This made Zheng Xian feel very depressed.
This can't go on!
But the Palace Master is not worried at all!
Zheng Xian was so anxious that he was running around in circles.
The fifteen Taoists in the temple were in much the same mood. They saw that no one came to burn incense and worship the gods during the Qingming Festival, and they were all very anxious.
"You said that if no one comes to burn incense, will our temple be unable to continue operating?"
"Nonsense, without income, the business will not be able to continue."
"Alas, if the temple doesn't have money to issue sutras one day, what will we do?"
"What else can I do? I must have been 'fired'."
"Our Palace Master is an immortal, but he has no followers. I really don't understand."
However, just when everyone was worried about the future of the palace, several footsteps were heard outside the door.
"right!"
“It’s right here!”
"The Taoist is indeed enshrined here. Let's go in and burn incense and worship him."
As they were talking, a dozen or so people rushed in from outside.
“Why are there so many people?”
"What's going on?"
"Are they here to demolish our temple?"
The group of Taoists didn't hear clearly what the group of people said and were all shocked.
Zheng Xian was unsure, so he stepped forward and asked weakly, "Laymen...ladies, what can I do for you?"
The middle-aged man in the lead said with a smile on his face: "I want to burn some incense for the Taoist Master, and by the way, I want to get a portrait of the Taoist Master to take home for worship."
Zheng Xian was stunned. "You...you not only want to burn incense to the Taoist, but also want to invite the gods back to worship?"
The middle-aged man hasn't answered yet.
A middle-aged woman in her fifties next to him interrupted and said, "Me too, Taoist priest, what is the procedure for inviting gods? Do I need to donate money? No problem, just tell me how much money you want, I have plenty of money."
Another young woman asked, "Can I eat vegetarian food here? I used to go to the Buddhist temple to eat vegetarian food three or five times a year. Since Huangshan Daojun is so powerful, I want to come to Daojun Palace to eat vegetarian food and recite Taoist scriptures to purify my soul."
Many people expressed this!
Zheng Xian and fifteen other Taoists were confused and had no idea what was going on.
However, when people come to burn incense, worship and pray to the gods, they certainly cannot help but give guidance.
Zheng Xian hurriedly directed the Taoists to lead the pilgrims to burn incense, and then sent someone to get the portrait of the Taoist God that had been painted long ago for those who wanted to invite the god.
At first the portraits that had been prepared were barely enough.
But as more and more people came to pray to the gods, there were not enough portraits.
Zheng Xian had no choice but to come out and apologize to the pilgrims in person, saying that next time they came there would definitely be a portrait of Daojun or even a sculpture of the deity.
Only then did the group of pilgrims stop making noise.
This busy work took the whole afternoon.
When the temple was about to close, Zheng Xian finally couldn't bear it anymore and pulled a grandmother in her sixties to ask about the situation.
The old lady was a local. She came to make an appointment to pray to the gods the next morning. When she heard Zheng Xian's question, she told him in detail what had happened this afternoon.
Only then did Zheng Xian and the fifteen Taoists in the temple understand what was going on.
Everyone was relatively calm when grandma was around.
But when the palace gate was closed, all the Taoists were in an uproar.
"The Palace Master has shown his divine power again?"
"Oh my god, the Palace Master is so awesome. First he appeared from afar to persuade the two Heavenly Masters to make peace, and now he is slaying demons in the town?"
"You are not talking nonsense. The Palace Master is a true immortal. Isn't it normal for him to be awesome?"
"We must serve the Palace Master well. Who knows, maybe one day the Palace Master will be so happy that he will let us become immortals!"
"Yes, yes, yes, we must serve the Palace Master well."
A dozen young Taoist priests were whispering in the palace.
Zheng Xian, who was standing not far away, also had a dreamy look on his face.
He had long known that the Palace Master was an immortal.
But I really didn't expect that after I told the Palace Master about the plight of the temple in the morning, the Palace Master would show his divine power and solve the problem of lack of incense in a short while.
At this moment, Zheng Xian finally realized how honored he was to be able to manage the Taoist temple for an immortal like the Palace Master.
Zheng Xian secretly swore in his heart that he must manage the palace well and strive to gain the appreciation of the palace master as those young Taoist priests said. Maybe one day he will have a chance to be granted immortality by the palace master.
…
Private residence, the master's bedroom.
Fang Yi had long known from his magical perception that many pilgrims came to burn incense.
But he has no time to pay attention now.
This time both his soul and golden elixir were damaged, and he was using internal energy to recover.
"Li Tieguai is too strong. Even if I summon the Four Guardians to join forces, we are still no match for him. To be honest, I have never encountered such a powerful god. He is really terrifying to the extreme."
Recalling the previous battle, Fang Yi still felt secretly scared.
Fortunately, Li Tieguai failed to succeed in leaving his body.
Otherwise, I will really die in the divine realm today!
Although Fang Yi didn't know why Tieguai Li "faked" at the critical moment.
But he knew that if Tieguai Li's soul succeeded in leaving his body, not to mention the Four Guardians, even ten groups of Four Guardians might not be a match for Tieguai Li.
"As expected, you are the leader of the Eight Immortals."
Fang Yi secretly admired in his heart.
He then put aside all distracting thoughts and concentrated on repairing the golden elixir.
As for the soul, there is no way to repair it and it can only be passively nourished by the golden elixir.
Therefore, Fang Yi didn't care about his soul at all, but just kept practicing Qigong to repair his golden elixir.
The starlight released by the "Innate Qi" is constantly transformed into pure energy and poured into the golden elixir.
Fang Yi could clearly see that there were cracks on the golden elixir, as if it could break at any time.
Especially the red part, which is constantly falling off.
Every time a small piece of rosy part falls off, it turns into energy overflow.
The new energy is quickly replenished.
What surprised Fang Yi was that every time the red part of a place fell off and was repaired, the golden elixir there turned golden.
He didn't know whether this situation was good or bad, so he could only continue to practice.
one day.
Three days.
Twelve days.
Time goes by day by day.
In the early morning of that day, Fang Yi finally repaired the golden elixir.
In the quiet room, bursts of golden light continuously shone and surged from its body, illuminating the entire bedroom.
When Fang Yi slowly opened his eyes, the golden lights seemed to come alive and automatically retracted into his body.
At the same time, the room became dark again.
Only Fang Yi's body was emitting a faint layer of "light".
This kind of "light" cannot be detected and cannot illuminate the darkness around it.
And at this moment Fang Yi was still experiencing something strange.
He felt as if his eyes had become able to see through things.
Unlike his magical sense, this time he could clearly see through the thick wall with his eyes and saw the sun rising outside. He also saw Zheng Xianzheng leading fifteen Taoists, Xu Xiaoli, Lu Shisheng and others to chant Taoist scriptures in the main hall.
Not only that, he could also see the surging wind, lake water, and all the particles that make up matter outside!
It's like leaving the body.
"This... is this sexual light?"
Fang Yi couldn't help but be shocked.
According to Mr. Chen's Inner Alchemy Secrets, people with a little bit of cultivation can also produce sexual light during practice.
For example, you can see the surrounding environment clearly with your eyes closed.
But it can only be done during cultivation.
And this kind of sexual light is the lowest level.
It can only let people see the environment within a certain distance around them.
It is impossible for someone to comprehend the "origin" like Fang Yi has done now.
If you want to be like Fang Yi now, you have to cultivate the Yang God.
This ability can only be acquired by cultivating Yang Shen, but I already have it now?
Fang Yi couldn't believe it.
He knew this situation didn't happen for no reason.
There must be something special going on inside the body.
Thinking of this, he quickly looked inward.
The next moment, Fang Yi became even more stunned.
He only saw the golden elixir under his right rib, which was no longer rosy, but had turned into a golden glow all over!
Isn't this something that is only possible when one reaches the fourth level of great perfection?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
