Seeking Revenge on the River
With the help of a talisman personally given by Tao Zhenren, Zhang Yan escaped from the bottom of the sea.
There was only a ray of golden light on this trip. Even if there were cultivators in the sea who accidentally saw him, they would only think that he was some powerful cultivator passing by and would retreat far away. In just a few days, he had returned to the Donghua Continent.
However, he was completely protected by the talisman, so he had no idea where he would be going in the Donghua Continent.
At this moment, he stood in the air and looked around. The mountains and rivers within a thousand miles were all in his eyes. After looking for a while, he could already tell that he was in the Donghua Continent, but he didn't know where exactly he was.
He rode on a ray of light and followed the river inland. In less than an hour, he saw a big city in the distance. Then, he pressed down the cloud and landed in a forest. He walked along the mountain path, and not long after, he met a traveling merchant on a donkey. He walked up to him and asked for directions.
The merchant saw that he was dressed like a Daoist and was very friendly. He pointed at the foot of the mountain and said, "Look at where this Daoist is coming from. Are you from Taizhou? Look, after passing that boundary stone, go east along the river for another fifty miles, and you will reach the city of Linzhou under the rule of Kangcheng Commandery. "
Zhang Yan was born into a family of officials in the Wei Dynasty, and he had read geography before. When he heard this, he knew that he was in the territory of the Great Liang Dynasty.
"Linzhou of Kangcheng Commandery?"
He thought about it and couldn't help but smile. The reason why he came here was probably not without reason. If he was not wrong, it should be the deliberate arrangement of that Tao Zhenren.
Tao Zhenren once told him that there was a Daoist temple outside of Kangcheng Commandery of the Liang Dynasty called Baofeng Temple. When the temple master was young, he ate a spiritual herb by mistake and almost lost his life. Fortunately, Tao Zhenren passed by and saved him. He even took him in as a registered disciple. Counting the days, it had been more than a hundred years since then.
Now that the Clear Feather Sect was established overseas, and Zhang Yan was also a guest elder in the sect, Tao Zhenren probably wanted to use him to test this person to see if he could be accepted into the inner sect and strengthen the Clear Feather Sect.
Zhang Yan understood this and smiled faintly. After bidding farewell to the woodcutter, he was about to get up and fly away when he suddenly had a sudden impulse, as if there was something he was worried about here. He was slightly surprised and hurriedly made a divination with his fingers. He couldn't help but smile, "So there's a karma that hasn't been settled, and it's going to be settled here today."
He shook his hand, and a small python rolled out of his sleeve. "Zhang Pan, a Daoist Boy.
The small python rolled on the ground and transformed into an ugly Daoist child. It stood up and said in a muffled voice, "Master, do you like my transformation?"
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Although he is a little ugly, he still looks like a child."
Zhang Pan hung his head dejectedly, "This lowly one's aptitude is lacking and cannot be trained. Please punish me, Master."
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "If your aptitude isn't good, then you need to cultivate diligently. It's already very rare for you to be able to refine your body to the size you want in ten years. There's no need to belittle yourself. Come with me."
The two of them walked out of the forest and headed towards a river crossing.
At this time, it was already dusk. The mountains and waters on the river reflected the rosy glow of the rosy clouds. The fishing boat sang in the evening, and a small boat wandered amidst the light of the water.
Zhang Yan brought Zhang Pan to the riverbank and stood still. Gazing at the faraway mountains in the twilight, he could faintly see a ball of spiritual energy permeating through the air. He thought to himself, That must be where Baofeng Temple is located.
At this time, there was a boat not far from the riverbank, and someone was secretly sizing him up.
This person was a young married woman in her thirties wearing a light yellow robe. Her eyebrows were lightly swept, and her eyes were bright and kind. She held her stomach lightly and lifted a gap in the curtain. She said to a man at the front of the boat, "Husband, look at this Daoist Priest. His bearing and bearing are all extraordinary. I'm afraid he came from some big Daoist Academy. Since there's no ferry now, why don't we invite him up to ride with us?"
The man was wearing a robe and looked like a scholar. When he heard this, he frowned and said, "Wife, haven't you caused enough trouble for us because of that Daoist Ma? Why did you still provoke a Daoist? "
When the young married woman heard this, she seemed to be touched. She sighed faintly and said, "Husband is right. It's this servant who has implicated husband."
The young scholar saw that the young married woman's eyes were slightly red and she was about to cry. He was immediately at a loss and said in a panic, "Don't cry, don't cry. I'll do as my wife says, I'll do as my wife says."
He ordered the boatman to pull the boat to the riverbank. The boatman immediately agreed readily, "Alright. Master, please sit down. I'll pull to the riverbank now."
The Wu royal family of the Liang dynasty was similar to the Wei dynasty. The entire country worshipped Daoism. All Daoist Priests in the world did not have to pay taxes or pay taxes. They could travel the world with just an imperial edict and did not have to pay respect to officials. Therefore, if there were Daoists on a regular ferry, the patrolling tyrants would not dare to come up and extort money. Even the most vicious bandits and mountain thieves were afraid of attracting trouble and would not have any ideas on Daoists. Therefore, this boatman was also very willing.
When the boat pulled to the riverbank, the young scholar bowed to Zhang Yan and said loudly, "Is this Daoist Priest looking for a ferry? Why don't you come with me? "
Zhang Yan had just performed another divination on the river, he was sure that the cause and effect was on this couple; thereupon he did not decline; he smiled and nodded his head. Waving his sleeve, he did not seem to make any movement, but he was already standing firmly on the boat. Zhang Pan did not lag behind him even half a step, he stood steadily behind him.
The young scholar originally saw that Zhang Yan and the Daoist boy were still over a hundred feet away. Suddenly, his vision blurred and the two of them were already in front of him. He was surprised and thought, "My wife is right. This Daoist seems to have some cultivation."
In this world, all the Daoists who came from the Daoist Academies would more or less know some spells of chanting talismans to exorcise evil. He had heard his wife talk about it before so he did not find it too strange. He bowed and said, "I am Chen Jishi. How should I address Daoist Priest?"
Zhang Yan bowed and said, "My surname is Zhang."
Chen Jishi said dryly, "So it is Daoist Priest Zhang."
He was not good with words and had never liked Daoists. Therefore, after saying a few words, he did not continue.
His wife saw this and shook her head. She ordered a maid to open the boat's curtain and stood out. She bowed to Zhang Yan and said, "Your servant greets Daoist Priest Zhang. I wonder if Daoist Priest is going to visit Daoist or travel?"
She did not come from an ordinary family and did not care about common courtesy. Chen Jishi saw her come out and had a helpless expression on his face. He said to Zhang Yan, "This is my wife."
Zhang Yan looked at Mrs. Chen and saw that she was full of energy, her eyes were full of spirit, and her voice was clear and bright. He knew that she must have trained in Qi, and her belly was moist, as if she was pregnant. He immediately knew what was going on. He said, "There is a Daoist temple on this mountain called Baofeng Temple. There is a Daoist there who has some relationship with me. I am going to visit him."
Mrs. Chen's eyes lit up and said, "What a coincidence. My uncle used to cultivate in Baofeng Temple. I wonder which Daoist Priest Zhang knows? Who knows, maybe I know him too. "
Zhang Yan looked at her and said, "His name is Lu Tianying. I wonder if Mrs. Chen has heard of him?"
Mrs. Chen frowned and suddenly exclaimed, "Daoist Priest is talking about Master Lu, Old Celestial Master Lu?"
Zhang Yan nodded and smiled, "If the name is correct, it must be him."
Mrs. Chen hesitated and said, "From what I know, Old Celestial Master Lu has lived for more than two hundred years. He has not left the mountain for more than fifty years. I wonder how Daoist Priest Zhang should address this old celestial master?"
Zhang Yan smiled faintly and said, "If he calls me Junior Brother when we meet, it will be an advantage for him."
The maidservant, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but burst into laughter when she heard this.
Chen Jishi was displeased and said, "Qiao 'er, what's so funny?"
Qiao 'er was not afraid of him and said, "This Daoist Priest is not even twenty years old but he became brothers with Daoren who is more than two hundred years old. He even said that the Old Celestial Master took advantage of him. Master might not find it funny, but I do."
Chen Jishi also felt that this matter was unimaginable but he could not understand the mysteries of Taoism. Thus, he simply shook his head and did not say anything.
On the other hand, Mrs. Chen did not dare to look down on Zhang Yan. She lived at the foot of Baofeng Mountain when she was young and had seen many extraordinary people with her uncle. She scolded, "Qiao 'er, don't talk nonsense. Daoist Priest Zhang's background is not something you can guess!"
Qiao 'er was not convinced. She only muttered but did not dare to refute.
Although Mrs. Chen felt that Zhang Yan's words were unbelievable, she could see that he was not a swindling Daoist. Just as she was about to apologize, she suddenly saw a colorful boat on the river. From a few hundred feet away, she could faintly hear the sound of flute and jade board. She could not help but change her expression.
Chen Jishi saw this and was also shocked. He said, "Oh no, it's that Daoist Ma. How did he know that we are going to pass by here today? Oh no, oh no! "
He stamped his feet as he said this.
Qiao 'er saw this and her face was filled with fear. Her whole body was trembling.
Mrs. Chen was silent for a moment and sighed, "I'm afraid we can't avoid this today. It's a pity that the baby in my stomach has not even been born and will have to accompany mother to the underworld."
She then bowed to Zhang Yan and said apologetically, "It's just that I have implicated Daoist Zhang. I feel very bad."
Zhang Yan said with a dull expression, "Mrs. Chen, what is the background of this Daoist Ma?"
Mrs. Chen sighed and said, "That Daoist Ma received the teachings of a strange person in his early years. He created a sinister spell that can take lives. Twenty years ago, my uncle could not stand it and fought with him. In the end, he injured him with a sword. My uncle saw that it was not easy for him to cultivate, so he let him go. He only took an instrument from him as compensation and hoped that he would turn over a new leaf. All these years, nothing happened. But a few days ago, this person heard that my uncle had passed away and came to seek revenge. I was hoping to avoid this person, but who knew …"
She shook her head and obviously did not have much hope.
On the colorful boat sat a Daoist with white hair and a white beard. He looked like an immortal but his eyes were malicious and flickering.
A servant beside him pulled up his sleeves and scolded, "That bitch still wants to escape. She doesn't know that Elder Ancestor has supernatural powers. He only needs to pinch his fingers to know her movements."
Daoren had his eyes closed and did not move. Now, he opened his eyes and said, "That day, Old Devil Cheng slashed me with a sword and took away the Soul Gathering Bell that was passed down from my master. Now that he is dead, the bell must be with his niece. Daoren, how can I let her go!"
He looked up at the sky and saw that the sun had set. He laughed and said, "It's time to start the spell."
The servant was quick-witted and immediately brought out an incense burner and placed it on the incense burner respectfully.
Daoren coughed and stood up. He placed three incense sticks on the incense burner and then took out a stack of talisman paper and placed it on the table. He took out his magic sword and walked in mysterious steps while chanting. Finally, he pointed his magic sword and a black gas rushed up to the sky. It turned into the head of a ferocious ghost and pounced towards the boat.
When the servant Qiao 'er saw it, she immediately screamed in fear. The boatman also looked stunned.
Chen Jishi was only a scholar and had never seen such a ferocious ghost. He was so scared that his legs trembled. If he did not hold onto the side of the boat, he would have fallen off the boat.
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