As the sun set, a young scholar hurried to the east of the village to visit Zhang Yan.
Hearing that there was a Daoist from outside the village looking for him, he did not dare to be negligent even though he did not understand the reason. One must know that Daoists in Nanliang Country were highly respected. If they came from a monastery, even the county magistrate would treat them with respect.
After stepping into the hall, he saw the old clan leader of the village accompanying him. He hurriedly went up to greet him before coming to greet Zhang Yan.
He bowed and said, "This student is Shi Yansuo. May I ask why Daoist wants to see me?"
Zhang Yan looked him up and down. He saw that his face was square, his eyes were bright, his forehead was high and wide, and he wore a scarf on his head. His scholarly robe was washed clean without a speck of dust. It was obvious that he had tidied himself up before coming here. Zhang Yan smiled and said, "I was entrusted by Daoist Shi Chang Geng before he died to bring you into the celestial sect to cultivate Xuan Shen Dao."
"Shi Chang Geng?" Shi Yansuo's face showed a blank expression.
He could not be blamed for not knowing. It was already a hundred years ago when Sir Shi left to seek Dao when he was young. There were very few women in the village who knew of him.
Before entering Mount Qing Cun, Shi Gong knew that he did not have long to live, so he was homesick. After revisiting the old place, he discovered that Shi Yan Suo had the aptitude to cultivate. Seeing that Shi Yan Suo was alone in the world and had no parents to support, he had the idea of taking him to cultivate. At that time, he only discussed this matter with the clan leader and did not mention it to Shi Yan Suo himself.
The clan leader coughed and said, "This Daoist priest is right. I also know about this matter. According to seniority, this old man is my uncle. He is very experienced in the Dao. This is definitely not wrong. Jiulang, the Daoist priest has also said that no one will force you on this matter. Whether you want to stay or leave, it's up to you."
Shi Yansuo hesitated for a year before replying carefully, "I got married two years ago. Now I have a wife and a concubine at home. I also have a pair of children to support. Although Daoist has good intentions, please forgive me for not being able to comply."
After saying this, he bowed deeply.
Zhang Yan didn't get angry. He just smiled and said, "If I is willing to get rid of that scourge for your village, are you willing to leave with I?"
The old chief's white eyebrows twitched. He stood up, somewhat losing his composure. He widened his eyes and looked at Zhang Yan, "Can the Taoist priest help us get rid of this monster?"
Half a year ago, there was a demon in the village. Some of the villagers' rice barns were emptied in one night, their livestock were eaten, and even their children went missing. At that time, the villagers invited the nearby Daoist priests to come and collect the demon, but none of them returned. After a few times, they gathered a lot of rice and went to invite the famous Hemp Palace a hundred miles away to collect the demon. But the Daoist priests accepted the rice, but did not know when they would arrive. They just said, "Wait." and sent them away.
This wait went on for several months. When they went to urge again, they were told that the Daoist priest who accepted the rice had long left and no one knew when he would return. At this time, the villagers no longer held any hope.
But the demon became more and more rampant in this half a year, causing them to suffer unspeakably. Women from other villages didn't dare to marry into the village. When the villagers went out, everyone they saw would hide far away, afraid that they would be tainted with bad luck. If it wasn't for the fact that they didn't want to part with the land here, the villagers would have long left.
Although the old chief had not seen Shi Yan use any Daoist techniques, this old man had lived for more than a hundred years and was still healthy. He walked like he was flying. How could an ordinary Daoist compare? Therefore, he guessed that Zhang Yan also had some Daoist skills.
When they were talking earlier, he had intentionally or unintentionally mentioned this matter. But Zhang Yan just smiled and didn't answer. Now that he suddenly heard that he had a relative, he admitted that he had the ability to get rid of the demon. Like a drowning man who found a life-saving straw, he didn't care whether he was telling the truth or not. He desperately used his eyes to signal Shi Yan Suo, obviously wanting him to agree.
Shi Yan Suo immediately hesitated. He had a wife and beautiful concubines at home, and he also had children to enjoy. He really couldn't bear to leave.
But he also knew that if the great danger in the village wasn't eliminated, he wouldn't be able to live on. He thought for a long time and suddenly raised his head to ask, "May I ask elder, if I go to that Daoist temple to cultivate, will I be able to return in the future?"
Zhang Yan smiled faintly and said, "I only came to guide Daoist Shi to return a favor to a friend. This is your family's fortune and has nothing to do with I. After you go, if you want to return, naturally no one will come to stop you.
The old chief watched anxiously. He tugged at his sparse beard and interrupted, "If that's the case, then Jiulang, you should agree. The matters in the village can't be delayed any longer. Your family's matters will be taken care of by the clan. It's not like you won't return."
The old chief was a person of virtue and virtue. Once he said this, Shi Yan Suo didn't dare to not agree. He stomped his feet and gritted his teeth, saying, "Fine, as long as elder can eliminate this demon, I am willing to follow elder."
Zhang Yan nodded and smiled, "This matter is easy."
He took out a few Talisman from his sleeve and handed them to Tian Kun, saying, "Disciple, take this Talisman and burn it in the four directions of the north, south, east, and west. Then bury it in the ground."
Tian Kun was a seven or eight year old child. He also had a playful heart. He immediately responded excitedly and ran out with the Talisman.
The old chief was puzzled. In the past, when Daoists came to eliminate demons, they would set up incense tables, offer offerings, burn talisman water, and gather the young and strong in the village. They would beat gongs and drums and shout in unison. They would take the black dog's blood and other filth and splash it everywhere. They had to make a ruckus. Zhang Yan's actions made him a little puzzled.
After an hour, they suddenly heard a commotion outside. The old chief was startled. Just as he was about to send someone to find out what was going on, he suddenly heard a "rumble". It was like a clap of thunder. The old chief and Shi Yan Suo's eardrums were ringing and it took a while for them to calm down.
At this moment, they seemed to vaguely hear many people shouting together, but they couldn't hear it clearly. Just as they were confused, the sound became louder and closer, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. A sturdy man rushed into the room and threw something he was carrying on his back to the ground. He shouted excitedly, "Uncle, this monster turned out to be a mouse that had turned into a spirit. It was hit by the drought thunder that the little Daoist buried just now, and now it's dead."
The old chief stood up shakily and went forward to take a look. He saw that the dead mouse on the ground was as big as a calf. Its grey fur was like a steel brush. Its red and thin claws were curled up into a ball. Black blood seeped out of its seven orifices. It could not be more dead.
After looking for a long time, he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly turned around to say thanks. However, he was suddenly startled. It turned out that there was no one behind him. Zhang Yan and Shi Yan Suo were long gone.
Half a month later, Dan Yang Mountain, North Star Sect's Zuo Jiang Hut.
In a beautiful pavilion, Elder Yan and Zhang Yan sat opposite each other. Beside them was a deep ravine that was as white as frost. Clouds would surge up from time to time, making people feel like they were on a cliff of glaciers.
Elder Yan picked up the wine cup on the table and smiled, "Fellow Daoist has succeeded in condensing his core. This is really worthy of celebration. This old man will drink to fellow Daoist."
Zhang Yan also picked up the jade cup and smiled, "Zhenren Yan, I will also congratulate you here."
After not seeing each other for 20 years, this Elder Yan had also stepped into the Yuanying Realm and could be called a Zhenren.
Originally, the Beichen Sect had the support of this old man. If there were no major changes in these 1,000 years, they would be able to hold on without worry. However, the Great Disaster Sword of Donghua Continent was about to rise. Whether or not they could escape would depend on what this old man did in the future.
Elder Yan finished the wine in his cup in one gulp. After putting it down, he cupped his hands and said, "My wife wrote a letter last year about the East Sea. I still have to thank fellow Daoist for saving me that day.
When Zhang Yan heard him mention Lu Meiniang, he knew that this was undoubtedly telling him that the Lu siblings had already come out of seclusion. He nodded and smiled, "Zhenren, there is no need to be so polite. Without your guidance, I would not have been able to find the Four Marquises Water that day."
Elder Yan laughed. He waved his sleeve and pointed down the cliff, saying, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, look. The sun rises and the moon sets. Plants and trees wither and flourish. Everything has its ups and downs. This is the law of the world. You and I are not people who are willing to be mediocre. If we work together, we might be able to create a new world."
If the Beichen Sect wanted to survive the great disaster, they could only rely on a ten-thousand-year-old sect like the Qincang School. Zhang Yan was undoubtedly the best way to build a relationship with the master and disciple of the Qincang School.
Back when Zhang Yan was still a Mystic Light Realm cultivator, Elder Yan already had high hopes for him and had made the first move.
Now that twenty years had passed, Zhang Yan had already succeeded in making medicine and pills. After returning to the sect, he would definitely be able to go one step further.
Yan Zhengting looked at Zhang Yan. He was sure that Zhang Yan would not refuse such good intentions. His own wife and brother-in-law wanted to borrow the abode of Heavenly Lake of Bright Nether to cultivate in order to break through to the next realm. This was undoubtedly a great debt of karma, and there was no stronger union of benefits than this.
Zhang Yan naturally understood this. However, even if Elder Yan did not have this intention, he would still think of a way to use Lu Meiniang's hand to rope this old man in.
He had a grotto-heaven in his hands. This was undoubtedly very hated and envied by others. Even if he did not fight for the position of the top ten disciples, someone would come knocking on his door sooner or later.
However, this matter was not as simple as it seemed. After all, he still had to cultivate and cultivate in order to increase his realm. He could not do everything by himself.
It had to be known that the top ten disciples of Qincang School all had the support of the sect behind them. If he wanted to move them, it was not as simple as defeating them on the surface. No matter if it was outside or inside the sect, he needed the help of allies. Elder Yan was an excellent choice. Now that the two of them were both on the rise, they could help each other.
Thus, he only pondered for a moment before saying with a smile, "What Enlightened Master said is exactly what I wanted."
Elder Yan relaxed. His eyes shone brightly as he solemnly raised his wine cup. Zhang Yan also raised his cup. The two of them faced each other from afar and drank the wine in their cups together.
After putting down their wine cups, the two of them looked at each other and laughed. They naturally had a tacit understanding.
Elder Yan stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I saw that the youth behind Fellow Daoist just now had a strong foundation. Could he be Fellow Daoist's disciple?
Zhang Yan nodded his head and said, "That's right. This is my second disciple."
Elder Yan sighed in admiration and said, "Fellow Daoist's disciples are indeed impressive."
Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "Reverend, you seem to be referring to something?"
Elder Yan thought for a moment and said, "Fellow Daoist has a disciple named Liu Yanyi?
Zhang Yan paused for a moment and said in a deep voice, "How did the name of my disciple enter the ears of Enlightened Master?"
Elder Yan sighed, "Ever since Fellow Daoist left, I have paid attention to the matters within Qincang School. This disciple of yours is really not bad. I heard that she reached the Mystic Light Realm five years ago, but without you as her master, she still suffered a lot."
Zhang Yan's eyes turned cold, and the temperature on the ice cliff seemed to suddenly drop by a few degrees.
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