Yizhou, Hanzhong.
When Lu Li arrived here, the place had not yet fallen, because Yizhou has always been a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.
There is a Taoist lineage here similar to the Yellow Turban Rebellion, called the Five Pecks of Rice Sect, which is also the predecessor of the Zhengyi School of Taoism.
However, the current Celestial Master of the Five Pecks of Rice sect is Zhang Lu, a warlord who controlled the Hanzhong area at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. He is said to be the tenth-generation descendant of Zhang Liang, the Marquis of Liu in the Western Han Dynasty, and the grandson of Zhang Daoling, the founder of the Celestial Masters sect.
"Is he another junior brother's junior?" Lu Li muttered to himself.
Lu Li couldn't understand why Zhang Liang, who was once a Taoist and always longed for a carefree life, would suddenly have so many descendants.
Lu Li walked on the streets of Hanzhong, his feelings complicated.
According to Guan Yu, they met Zuo Ci in Hanzhong. Could it be that Zuo Ci and Zhang Lu were also related?
Lai Fu once told himself that Zhang Liang's descendants should either go out and work for the benefit of the people if they were successful, or stay in that small mountain village and guard their three tombs if they were not.
However, based on age calculations, Zhang Lu should have been about the same age as Lai Fu at this time, or even a little younger.
In Hanzhong, there are many believers in the Five Pecks of Rice sect, and believers can be seen almost everywhere. They wear the sect's clothing and have smiles on their faces.
Lu Li frowned. In such a chaotic world, Hanzhong was able to maintain this atmosphere. It seemed that the Five Pecks of Rice Sect was indeed quite capable.
Following these followers, Lu Li unknowingly arrived outside a Taoist temple.
Lu Li looked up at the plaque, then stepped into the Taoist temple.
The Taoist temple was simple but clean and tidy. A group of believers knelt devoutly at the entrance of the main hall, chanting a strange scripture.
They seemed oblivious to Lu Li's arrival, all focused on the books in their hands, as if everything before them was irrelevant.
Lu Li scanned the area, finally fixing his gaze on the main hall.
An old man sat in the highest seat, wearing a white robe, with his back to Lu Li, his hands clasped together, motionless.
The person was in deep meditation, as if isolated from the world.
Lu Li sensed a strong internal energy fluctuation emanating from him. He was certain that this old man was no ordinary Taoist priest, but a true master of internal energy cultivation.
Lu Li glanced at the old man, and suddenly, the old man, who had his back to Lu Li, spoke up: "You've finally arrived."
Although Lu Li was surprised, he did not show any unusual reaction.
"Are you Zuo Ci?" Lu Li asked calmly.
The old man turned around, revealing a harmless appearance. He nodded and said, "That's right, it is I, the humble Taoist."
Lu Li looked at him, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. He hadn't expected Zuo Ci to admit it so readily.
"You know me?" Lu Li looked at him and asked indifferently.
"The founder of Black Ice Platform, who helped King Ying Zheng of Qin conquer the six kingdoms, naturally knew this." Zuo Ci nodded.
Lu Li's eyes widened immediately. This person actually knew him?
"You are an immortal who has lived for four hundred years!" Zuo Ci exclaimed, seemingly filled with emotion.
Among the three immortals of the late Han Dynasty, it is said that Zuo Ci was the one with the highest level of Taoist cultivation.
"Did you kill Leifu?" Lu Li remained silent for a long time before finally asking bluntly.
Upon hearing Lu Li's words, a smile flashed across Zuo Ci's face as he said, "So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"
Lu Li did not continue to ask questions, but slowly said, "If that's the case, then you will die."
His tone was very firm.
Zuo Ci smiled and said, "Can you kill me?"
Lu Li narrowed his eyes to slits and suddenly kicked Zuo Ci in the head with his right foot.
He was extremely fast, and Zuo Ci had no time to resist.
"Bang!"
With a loud thud, it crashed heavily to the ground.
But Lu Li was surprised to find that what had fallen to the ground was not Zuo Ci, but a statue.
Zuo Ci was still sitting on the same futon, smiling at him.
"Illusion?" Lu Li immediately thought to himself.
Lu Li did not linger, but flew directly towards Zuo Ci.
"Boom~"
A plume of smoke rose up, and the place where Zuo Ci was located exploded. There was no trace of Zuo Ci left.
Lu Li suddenly turned around, and all the devout believers in the Taoist temple had disappeared, turning into stone jars.
Lu Li realized that he had fallen under an illusion spell. How could Zuo Ci possess such a sophisticated illusion spell?
Even though he was a minor grandmaster, he still fell for the trick, which means that Zuo Ci's strength must also be at the minor grandmaster level. Otherwise, with Lu Li's powerful internal energy, the illusion would have almost no effect on him.
"Illusion Master, interesting!" Lu Li smiled, showing no sign of panic.
His state of mind had reached an extremely profound level, so this illusion was naturally no match for him.
Then, a series of explosions rang out inside the Taoist temple, and soon the entire temple was reduced to ruins.
Lu Li closed his eyes, and none of the terrifying explosions managed to harm him.
"A mere trick, yet you dare to show it off?" Lu Li opened his eyes, a look of disdain on his face, and then sped away into the distance.
......
In a quiet courtyard, an old man sat cross-legged, meditating.
"Master, I'm back! That kid has fallen for the trap and is trapped in the Taoist temple," a young man said.
The old man opened his eyes, slowly stood up, and looked at the young man with a smile.
The young man stood respectfully before him and said, "Master, you can rest assured, that boy is trapped inside the Taoist temple and can't get out."
“He wasn’t trapped, and he used you to catch up with us.” The old man was Zuo Ci, and he said calmly to the young man.
The young man was stunned. He shook his head in disbelief and said, "How could this be?"
The young man's face flushed red, and he lowered his head, unable to utter a single word.
Zuo Ci continued, "Now that you're here, why not show yourself?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man suddenly looked up and stared at the doorway.
A figure slowly descended from the doorway; it was Lu Li.
Upon seeing Lu Li, the young man's face showed shock.
"How...how did you find out?" The young man looked at Lu Li, his eyes filled with shock.
He thought his illusion was flawless, but he didn't expect that Lu Li would still see through it.
"Your illusion magic is indeed very strong. If I hadn't been paying attention, I would have definitely fallen for it."
This young man was no ordinary master; he almost tricked Lu Li, so he was indeed quite skilled.
"Then how did you find it?" the young man asked, puzzled.
"Even if the Five Pecks of Rice sect is thriving, how could ordinary followers wear such fine clothes?" Lu Li sneered.
Such a simple and unadorned reason left the young man speechless for a moment.
"Hahaha, as expected of the founder of the Black Ice Platform, I, Zuo Ci, greet Mr. Lu!"
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