At night, it was raining cats and dogs.
Five Taoists wearing bamboo hats walked along the muddy mountain path, but each of them had a layer of white light floating around them. When the rain came, it was all repelled. When they walked, their footsteps were extremely fast. Their silhouettes could be seen from afar, but in the blink of an eye, they were already near.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, the silhouette of an ancient temple appeared.
One of the Taoists looked up and pointed, "Eldest senior brother, there's a temple here."
Another person said, "Eldest senior brother, we've been trekking in the wilderness for more than a hundred days. It's rare to have a temple here. Why don't we go in and rest and meditate?"
The person who was addressed as eldest senior brother looked up and said in a deep voice, "Okay."
The five of them walked along the mountain path, and in just a few flashes, they arrived in front of the temple.
Everyone looked at it. The steps here were smooth, without any moss, weeds, or withered leaves. The eaves and tiles were clean, and it was obvious that people often cleaned it. It didn't look like a temple in a barren mountain.
The leading Taoist said, "Be careful."
The other four people responded. They were all cultivators, and they had seen all kinds of strange things. Even with the abnormality in front of them, they were still calm.
The leading Taoist tried to ask a few questions, but no one responded. So he went up to the temple door and looked around. Seeing that there was nothing strange inside, he walked in.
Everyone looked around. The temple was quite big, and it was divided into two halls. The bricks and pillars were clean. The front hall was empty, and there were more than ten praying mats on the left and right. The back hall was covered by a curtain, and there was an offering table. There was no statue on it, only a dozen tablets.
A Taoist entered the back hall and looked around. He turned back and said, "Eldest senior brother, the back hall enshrines the tablets of the Daoist Master. It seems like it's a temple set up by our fellow cultivators."
The leading Taoist said with a serious expression, "So it's a place to enshrine the Daoist Master. As cultivators, since we're passing by, we have to pay our respects."
The five of them entered the back hall and were about to burn incense to pay their respects. But when one of them glanced at the other tablets, his expression changed, and he said, "Senior brother, there's something wrong with the tablets below."
The leader of the Daoists took a closer look and frowned.
If it was a proper altar, then there should be the Daoist Master enshrining the Daoist Master, and then there should be the Creator Yuan Zun.
But because the realms were different, the offerings were also different. Other than the tablets of the Daoist Master, the Daoist Master, and the Daoist Master enshrined the tablets.
This was where the Yu Huan Heavens used to be, and the person they were worshiping was Fu Qingming, the Human Dao Yuan Venerate. However, they couldn't understand the honorific name worshiped here. If they stared at it for a long time, they would feel dizzy. This undoubtedly meant that this Yuan Venerate was a demon.
A Taoist said with and and said, and a and and on and on, and said, and said, "Taoist and a Daist Master.
He took a few steps forward and was about to take the tablets away. Suddenly, someone coughed and said, "You guys, you can't touch the tablets above."
Everyone was shocked. They turned around and saw an old man had appeared there. He was less than three feet tall, and his snow-white beard dragged on the ground. He held a wooden crutch in his hand.
The Taoist put his hand on the hilt of his sword and said with hatred, "Monster!"
The leading Taoist pressed his hand down and said, "Wait."
The other party appeared without a sound. It was obvious that his cultivation was higher than theirs, and they didn't know if he had help. Slaying demons needed to be done at the right time. It was not wise to act rashly.
Besides, the other party's intentions were unknown, so they had to get to the bottom of it before they acted.
He cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist. I'm Jiang Jiao, and these are my junior brothers from the same sect. We're all disciples of White Han Sword Sect. We're on our way to the Sword Conference of Lesser Clear Sect, and we're passing by this place. If we've disturbed you, please don't blame us."
When the old man heard the name of Lesser Clear Sect mentioned, he also revealed a look of respect. Even though it was only the Lesser Clear Sect, and there were only a dozen or so of them, they were all disciples sent from their own sect. None of them were to be trifled with.
He said, "So it's a fellow Daoist from White Han Sword Sect. I'm Qing Lingweng, and I've gained the trust of my clansmen, so I've become the guardian of this temple."
As he spoke, he cupped his hands and paused for a moment, then continued, "I've also heard about this Sword Conference, but seeing that your Daoist actions aren't simple, it shouldn't be difficult for you to fly there. Why don't you fly there?"
Jiang Jiao said, "That has nothing to do with you, Fellow Daoist."
The swordsmanship of White Han Sword Sect was about using the sword with devotion, and treating the sword with sincerity. This trip to the Sword Conference was precisely to use the path of sincerity. As long as they completed this path, their Qi and spirit would be elevated to a whole new level, and this would be very beneficial for them to discuss swordsmanship with their fellow Daoists.
Qing Lingweng said, "I don't have the mood to bother too much with the matters of your esteemed sect, but this place is the place where my clansmen worship, and it's usually very quiet. Occasionally, when fellow Daoists pass by to rest, we won't chase them away, but you want to destroy the memorial tablet that I worship? What's the logic behind this?"
The tall and sturdy Daoist from before laughed coldly, took a step forward, and said, "How can the memorial tablet of the Dao Master be worshipped by demons and devils? Isn't this disrespect to the Dao Master? "
The old man chuckled, and said, "These words don't make sense. Let me ask you, under the Heavenly Dao, all living beings are equal, so why is it that you cultivators of the Human Dao can worship him, but we can't?"
Another Daoist said in a deep voice, "If you want to worship the demon Yuan Zun, we'll naturally ignore you. The Dao Master achieved Dao as a human, and has nothing to do with you demons and devils."
Qing Lingweng shook his head, and said, "That's not right. The Dao Master is clearly not a human, so why do you say that he is a human?
The tall and sturdy Daoist said angrily, "Nonsense!"
Jiang Jiao took a deep breath, and reached for his sword, and said, "Fellow Daoist, are you going to debate with us here today? Then forgive me, we can only discuss Dao with swords. "
Is the Dao Master a human, or is he not?
This seemed like a simple question, but it was very important to the Human Dao and the demons and devils.
The Dao Master was the Great Dao, and at the same time, he was the human side of the Great Dao. However, whether this' human 'was a human, and which side he stood on, was something that had to be clarified.
If the Dao Master was a person of the Human Dao, then it meant that the demons and devils would never be able to rise again. However, if the Dao Master was not a human, then the Human Dao had no advantage.
Especially now that there was a rumor that the Human Dao would decline in the next era, and the demons and devils would replace it, the cultivators of the Human Dao had to maintain this status.
Here, the Human Dao had an advantage, because the Dao Master was originally the Great Virtue of the Human Dao, and he became the Supreme Dao Master after expelling the spirit of creation.
In order to win back, the demons and devils thought that the Dao Master was the Dao, and he saw all living beings as equal, and he had no likes or dislikes. Even if the real situation was not like this, they had to think so, and there was some truth to this.
All of this was because under the Great Dao, all living beings were the same. However, once the Great Dao manifested as a human, and they had their own emotions, they might be biased, and the situation would be very different.
Even though this was only a guess, both sides had to fight for this status. Otherwise, if even the Heavenly Dao did not approve of you, then what was the point of cultivating? He would not be able to overcome the barrier of his state of mind.
Zhang Yan had recognized this problem before he became a Daolord. If the path he took back then was completely according to the Great Dao, then he himself would be the puppet of the Great Dao, and he would not be able to act on his own. It was just that after he appeared, the Great Dao made up for the variable, but in reality, he was still bound by the Great Dao.
Therefore, the path he chose was the path of transcendence. The Great Dao was merely a stepping stone for him to improve, a temporary place to stay, and when the time came, he would abandon it and leave.
Jiang Jiao knew that this was a matter that could not be resolved through debate. In the end, he would still have to use force to resolve it. He thought to himself, 'Looks like I'll have to vent my energy and spirit in the Sword Discussion Meet first here.'
However, just as he was about to draw his sword, Qing Lingweng's expression changed, and he turned into a wisp of smoke and fled. In the next moment, a Sword Qi swept across the sky, and sliced the entire temple in half.
Jiang Jiao unconsciously took two steps away from the sword mark, and a shocked expression appeared on his face. He could sense that this sword did not slash the temple, but the entire mountain under his feet. Now, the entire mountain had been sliced open by this sword.
There was a flash of light outside, and then a Daoist with a cold expression walked in. He glanced at Jiang Jiao and the others, and said, "Are you from Baihan Sword Sect?"
Jiang Jiao cupped his fist and said, "Yes, I am. May I ask for Fellow Daoist's name?"
The Daoist returned the greeting, and said, "I am Shi Han of Shaoqing Sect. The Sect Master has foreseen that there will be obstacles on your way, so he specially ordered me to come and receive you."
A wisp of smoke rose up, and Qing Lingweng appeared once again. He appeared with an unpleasant expression on his face. He looked at the sacrificial table, and discovered that the tablet of Yuan Zun had already been sliced in half. He pointed at Shi Han, and said with extreme shock and anger, "How dare you destroy Yuan Zun's tablet?"
Shi Han's expression did not change, and he said indifferently, "So what if I've sliced it? If that Yuan Zun you speak of is not satisfied, then feel free to come to my Shaoqing Sect. "
He turned his head around, and said to Jiang Jiao and the others, "Fellow Daoists, please follow me." After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.
The tall and sturdy Daoist suddenly pointed at Qing Lingweng, and said, "Fellow Daoist, are we just going to ignore that demon?"
Shi Han did not pay any attention to him, and his feet did not stop. In a flash, he had already walked out.
The tall and sturdy Daoist still wanted to say something, but Jiang Jiao patted his shoulder, shook his head, and said, "This demon is already dead." As he spoke, he led the others out.
Qing Lingweng watched the crowd leave, and he did not move an inch. After a moment, a sword mark appeared between his brows, and his whole body crumbled into dust. He was the incarnation of the mountain spirit, and Just Now, a sword had already cut off his root, and there was no longer any chance of survival.
Jiang Jiao came outside, and saw Shi Han standing there. He said, "I have already removed the obstacles for you. Since your sect has its own rules, you may proceed on your own."
At this moment, the tall and sturdy Daoist suddenly took a step forward, and cupped his hands together, "Fellow Daoist Shi, Just Now, I believe you have heard our conversation with that demon. Regarding whether the Daoist Master is a human or not, what do you think?"
Shi Han said indifferently, "Demons and other races, everyone has the right to punish them. If he has a different opinion from me, I can just kill him with my sword. There is no need to talk so much with him."
The tall and sturdy Daoist frowned, and said, "How can logic be debated like this?"
Shi Han glanced at him, and said, "Logic? The sword in our hands is the logic, and the heart is inside, not outside. Don't seek for yourself, but talk about the Heavenly Dao, isn't that laughable? There is still a long way to go, take care of yourselves! " As he finished speaking, a sword ray soared into the sky, flashed once in the sky, and disappeared.
Jiang Jiao realized that the rain had stopped, and he looked at the boundless sky, and said firmly, "Fellow Junior Brothers, let's go. There is still a long way to go, and it is waiting for me to go."
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