Chapter 305 Five Elements The

Five Elements Sect’s mountain gate is located at the Five Elements Mountain.

To be exact, it is the Five Elements Mountain Range! This mountain range is composed of dozens of peaks, winding and twisting, stretching across the earth, like the raised spine of a giant dragon.

Five of the peaks are towering into the clouds and reaching the sky, majestic and spectacular.

From a distance, they look like five stretched-out fingers, but arranged in an orderly manner.

"The Five Elements Sect is divided into five branches, each occupying a mountain peak, namely Azure Dragon, Vermillion Bird, Yellow Dragon, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise."

"Mr. Li, Yan Jingfeng's master, is from Qinglong Peak."

Fang Zhixing was muttering to himself that since he was going to the Five Elements Sect to recognize his relatives, he would inevitably have to deal with people from Qinglong Peak.

At this time, Xigou asked in a voice transmission: "What do you mean, do you want to keep a low profile or make a shining debut?"

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, then replied, "I just came here to ask for an identity, there's no need to make a big fuss."

The little dog understood and immediately slowed down.

After a while, they arrived at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain.

Fang Zhixing and Junyao jumped off the thin dog's back.

Junyao put on a cloak and covered her beautiful face.

The thin dog shrank instantly and turned into an ordinary dog ​​with a broken tail.

The two men and the dog walked along the mountain road and soon saw a tall mountain gate.

Fang Zhi walked forward and looked up.

A rectangular plaque was placed above his head, with three powerful characters written in a flamboyant style: Five Elements Sect!

"Who are you? Show your identity immediately!"

The gatekeeper flashed out, he was a sturdy young man, his cultivation was at the peak of the Five Animals Realm.

With such strength, he would definitely be a well-known figure in a county.

But in the Five Elements Sect...

Fang Zhixing cupped his hands and said in a clear voice: "I am An Baopu, an outer sect disciple, and I have come here to acknowledge my ancestor and return to my clan."

The gatekeeper didn't find this strange at all, and asked in a serious tone, "Who is your master? Do you have any identification?"

Fang Zhixing immediately held up an identity token and explained in detail.

The gatekeeper looked at the token, which had a blue dragon totem on it, and nodded, "So it's from Qinglong Peak."

He turned around and called out, "Junior Brother Wang, there are outer disciples from your Qinglong Peak who are visiting us. Please come out and receive them."

As soon as the words fell!

A young man in green shorts walked out slowly, with no expression on his face, his nose turned up, and he looked quite arrogant.

He looked at Fang Zhixing, rubbed his fingers indifferently, and said, "Do you know the rules for outer disciples to return to their ancestral home?"

Fang Zhixing said, "I know."

He took out a porcelain bottle and handed it over, which contained a third-level meat pill.

This is called "entry ceremony".

"Oh, a third-grade top-grade meat pill!"

The young man immediately smiled happily, very satisfied, and then said enthusiastically: "My name is Wang Peng, from now on you and I are family, come with me."

Only then will you know that action must follow suit.

Wang Peng led the way, walked to a stone platform, took out a bell and shook it a few times.

Ding ding dang dang~ the clear and melodious bell sounds spread.

Not long after, a cloud of thick white smoke descended from the sky and slowly condensed into a human shape, transforming into a mountain ghost with red eyes and white hair.

The mountain ghost is majestic, more than six meters tall, without a trace of hostility. It crawls on the ground, well-behaved and honest.

Wang Peng leaped onto the mountain ghost's back and waved, "You guys come up too."

Fang Zhixing and Junyao looked at each other and both jumped up.

The mountain ghost's back doesn't feel like a pad of flesh, but rather like it's stepping on sand.

The thin dog followed quickly.

The next second, the mountain ghost climbed up, got on all fours, and, like an ox or a horse, carried Fang Zhixing and the others and ran quickly towards a high peak, taking ten meters at a step, with big strides.

The amazing thing is that people riding on the mountain ghost don’t feel any bumps at all, better than being on any car.

The dog was amazed and said in a voice transmission: "The Five Elements Sect is quite awesome. They can actually control mountain ghosts as a means of transportation."

Fang Zhixing replied: "Taoists can communicate with yin and yang, but controlling ghosts is just basic skill."

Xigou thought about it and looked up, and a three-way intersection appeared in front of his vision.

The mountain ghost chose the fork in the road on the left without hesitation and ran towards a mountain as tall as a sword.

The mountain is so majestic and towering that it seems to touch the sky.

At the foot of the mountain stands a stone tablet with three large characters "Qinglong Peak" engraved on it.

Fang Zhixing looked up at the top of the mountain.

There are green pines and bamboos, shady trees and flowers as a backdrop. The top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, making it look poetic and picturesque.

The mountain ghost didn't stop and climbed straight up the mountain as if it were flat ground.

After a short while, as we walked up from the mountainside, we saw pavilions and palaces one after another, magnificent and majestic.

The mountain ghost ran towards a red wooden building as if he knew the way there and stopped outside the door.

"We're here, let's go down."

Wang Peng jumped to the door first and walked in.

Fang Zhixing and the others also landed gracefully and looked up at the plaque on the door.

"Miscellaneous Affairs Hall!"

Entering the door, there is an open hall.

Rather deserted.

There was only an old man in a white robe playing chess alone, his moves making silent movements, looking leisurely and content.

Wang Peng stepped forward and shouted, "Mr. Qin!"

The old man in white robe raised his eyelids, put his hands to his ears, and asked vaguely: "What's the matter?"

Wang Peng shouted impatiently: "Here comes a man who wants to return to his ancestral home. You have to go through the motions for him."

The old man in white robe stood up, looking very old and trembling, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Wang Peng sat down, picked up the teapot and poured himself a bowl of tea. He crossed his legs and drank leisurely.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing curled the corner of his mouth.

The thin dog's nose twitched, and he transmitted a message: "The smell of this old man is terrible, he is a master!"

Fang Zhixing responded: "Wang Peng probably doesn't know that this old man is a big shot."

The old man in white robe walked to a table and sat down, flipping open a thick book, and beckoned, "Come here, who wants to recognize their relatives?"

Fang Zhi walked forward, bowed, and handed over the letter of introduction and identity token, and said carefully: "Junior An Baopu, my mentor is Li Qunying from Heming Mountain."

The old man in white robe flipped through the pages of the book, and after a while, he found Li Qunying's name.

Then he carefully checked the letter of introduction and the identity token, nodded and said, "Well, Li Qunying is indeed an official disciple of my Qinglong Peak. He is qualified to train outer disciples. However, there are so many outer disciples, not everyone is qualified to recognize their ancestors..."

Fang Zhixing understood and quickly handed over an exquisite brocade box containing a plant that could ward off evil spirits.

It was the one given to him by the Swamp Dharma King.

This is the "recognition ceremony", and there should be a "kowtow ceremony" later.

As soon as the brocade box was opened, evil spirits surged.

Wang Peng, who was drinking tea, suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed, and he seemed a little restless.

The old man in white robe's eyes lit up, and he quickly put away the brocade box, saying happily: "Haha, I think you are handsome and sensible, you are really a rare pillar of talent.

So, I, because of your sincerity, will make an exception for you today and let you return to your roots."

Fang Zhixing said: "Thank you, senior."

The old man in white robe registered An Baopu's name in the book, then turned and walked into a back door.

Soon, he returned with a set of light blue Taoist robes and a white jade pendant in his hand.

"An Baopu, put on the Five Elements Taoist robes, take the jade tablet and kowtow to the statue of the founder. After that, you will be considered an outer disciple of my Five Elements Sect."

The old man in white robe twirled his beard and smiled.

Only then will you know and understand.

The old man in white robes said, "Remember, even though you are an outer sect member, you still have to abide by the sect rules of the Five Elements Sect.

In addition, you can act under the name of my Five Elements Sect, but that’s all.

If you want to be protected by the Five Elements Sect, you must pay an additional loyalty fee once a year. In the following year, no matter what trouble you encounter, you can seek help from the Five Elements Sect."

Fang Zhixing already knew all this, and said, "I understand."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Then he followed Wang Peng out of the storage room.

Wang Peng jumped directly onto the mountain ghost's back, and Fang Zhixing and the others also went up.

“Let’s go down the mountain!”

At Wang Peng's command, the mountain ghost turned around and ran down the mountain.

Fang Zhixing was surprised and asked, "Don't we still have to kowtow in front of the statue of the ancestor?"

Wang Peng looked indifferent and shook his head, saying, "It's noon now, the people in the ancestral hall should be eating, it's useless for us to go there.

Besides, kowtowing is just a ritual. It doesn’t matter if you don’t kowtow. You are just an outsider anyway. Do you think the ancestor will care whether you kowtow to him or not?"

Fang Zhixing was speechless for a while.

Well, it saves a step and a gift.

Just as he thought of this, Wang Peng reached out his hand and said seriously: "That being said, the kowtow ceremony cannot be omitted, otherwise the people at the ancestral hall will have objections."

Fang Zhixing smiled, took out a mottled long sword from his bag and handed it over, saying sincerely, "Please accept it, Senior Brother Wang."

Wang Peng frowned, looked at the sword carefully, and said dissatisfiedly: "Is this a waste?"

Fang Zhixing said: "This is a genuine fourth-grade low-grade weapon. Although it is damaged, it can be restored to its former glory with a little repair."

“Level 4!!”

Wang Peng's face changed drastically. He took a deep breath, drew out his sword, and stroked it, his expression gradually becoming excited.

He didn't notice at all that there was a trace of dark red blood on the blade of the sword, which stained his hand and seeped into his skin.

The mountain ghost ran wildly down the mountain, but suddenly slowed down.

Then I saw a mountain ghost running up from the foot of the mountain. It was even bigger in size and had two figures on its back.

"Get out of the way quickly!"

Wang Peng was startled and quickly scolded the mountain ghost and kicked it.

The mountain ghost moved to the side of the road and crawled down.

Wang Peng lowered his head, extremely respectful, not daring to breathe.

The mountain ghost came rushing over, with the two people on its back chatting and laughing, as if no one was around.

But suddenly, one of them took another look...

Junyao!

"Hey, what a strong luck!"

With a cry of surprise, the mountain ghost stopped.

The two people on his back revealed their true identities: two middle-aged people, a man and a woman.

The middle-aged woman, dressed in a Yin-Yang robe, stared at Jun Yao with burning eyes as if she had found a treasure.

"Junior sister, if I'm not mistaken, she has the fate of 'Seven Stars Lonely Evil'!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest next to him showed a look of surprise on his face, and said, "Looking at the strength of her luck, I'm afraid she has survived three death calamities."

The middle-aged woman nodded and said, "What a miracle! It's incredible! Logically, she should have died a long time ago!"

The two of them chatted with each other, jumped off the ghost's back, and waved, "Little girl, come down."

Junyao glanced at Fang Zhixing and ignored him.

Wang Peng was horrified and shouted, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go down to meet the two elders!"

Junyao remained indifferent.

Wang Peng became anxious, stood up, and reached out to grab Junyao.

Bang! A foot suddenly kicked over!

Wang Peng’s eyes blurred and he didn’t see anything clearly before he was kicked down and fell flat on his face.

Fang Zhixing seemed not to have moved. He glanced at the middle-aged man and woman and sighed.

"Go down."

He jumped down first, followed closely by Junyao and Xigou.

The middle-aged woman glanced at Wang Peng and asked with a smile: "Who are you?"

Fang Zhixing showed the white jade pendant and said briefly: "The outer sect member An Baopu, she is my sister Junyao."

The middle-aged woman's eyes flashed, and she laughed and said, "The jade tablet has not been consecrated yet. You haven't kowtowed to the statue of the ancestor yet, right?"

"Consecration..."

Fang Zhixing was slightly stunned, then he glanced at Wang Peng, with great disgust emerging in the depths of his pupils.

Obviously, worshiping the statue of the ancestor god can consecrate the jade plaque and thus gain some benefits.

But Wang Peng...

The middle-aged woman vaguely understood everything and said with a smile: "I am Elder Qi Huanzhen of Qinglong Peak, and this is Elder Zang Wengong."

Fang Zhixing stood with his hands behind his back and asked, "You two stopped my sister, what do you have to say?"

At this moment, Wang Peng climbed up and spit out the mud in his mouth, then he saw Fang Zhixing standing in front of the two elders, calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant. He was completely dumbfounded.

Qi Huanzhen said slowly: "Your sister's fate is very unique. She may face a life-or-death catastrophe at any time. Did you know that?"

Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows and asked, "What is fate?"

Qi Huanzhen said: "Mingge is the destiny of a person. For example, if a person's destiny belongs to water, it is best to live near water, otherwise he may encounter unexpected events."

Fang Zhixing found what he heard mysterious and a bit superstitious.

Xigou couldn't help but complain: "The Taoist stuff is so damn hard to understand."

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, then asked, "What do you think my fate is?"

Qi Huanzhen's eyes fixed and his breathing became stagnant.

She tilted her head and whispered, "Brother Zang, take a look."

Duke Zang Wen's expression became solemn and he clasped his hands together.

In an instant, a light condensed between his eyebrows and transformed into a Dharma eye. The light was sacred and extremely majestic.

The Dharma Eye stared straight at Fang Zhixing, and after a while, it went out.

Duke Zang Wen's face was solemn, his brows were twisted into a knot, and he shook his head at Qi Huanzhen.

Qi Huanzhen took a deep breath and said, "Your fate is even more peculiar. It should be a rare 'dark fate' that is unpredictable and unobservable."

Fang Zhixing smiled and did not pursue the matter further. He only asked, "Then where does my sister's fate, such a great catastrophe of life and death, come from?"

Qi Huanzhen continued: "No matter where she is, she will always encounter life-threatening situations. We can see that she has encountered three major disasters, and each time someone died because of her!"

Junyao thought for a moment and said softly, "When I was a child, I was attacked by a wild beast and my brother died to protect me. Since then, my parents have hated me and sold me to a human trafficker. Then I met you..."

(End of this chapter)