Since Zhang Yan was preparing to go into closed-door training, it might take a long time, so he wanted to take care of all the worldly matters.
He silently calculated the time. There were still five years before the next sect competition, but if he was right, there should not be many changes in the sect, so it did not matter whether he went or not.
Currently, no one in the younger generation of the sect could compete with the top ten disciples of his generation.
The aristocratic families were declining, but there were many talented people in the sect, such as Feng Ming, Mo Tianhua, and others. Although there was news that they had turned medicine into pills and condensed pills, they were still far behind them due to the lack of foundation.
Only Yue Chongyang was unfathomable, and no one knew his exact background. Although he was not a disciple of any Enlightened Abode Master, he had a divine object that chose its master.
Decades ago, he and Huang Fuzhou were known as the Twin Talents, and they had formed pills earlier than Zhang Yan.
However, this person was low-key and obsessed with cultivation. He was in closed-door training all year round and rarely showed his face. It seemed that he had no intention of fighting for a position.
As for Qinnan, she was like Liu Yanyi. Although she had reached the stage of Burning Acupoints, she had not turned medicine into pills and condensed pills. This was because Immortal Peng deliberately polished her foundation. Just Now, her progress had slowed down.
However, even if she could enter the Transforming Core realm in the next few years, she did not have many means to fight.
Zhang Yan had promised Immortal Peng that he would help Qinnan become one of the top ten disciples, but he did not have to be too hasty. His own strength was not enough. If he waited until he entered the Yuanying realm, then he would have a greater chance of success.
He pondered for a while, picked up a brush, and wrote a letter to the Shouming Palace.
Not long after, a letter came back. It was Immortal Peng's reply. He opened it, smiled, and put it aside.
Everything had been settled. When he was about to return to the small pot mirror to cultivate, he felt some changes in the formation. He carefully examined it, and his expression changed slightly. He waved his sleeves to open the restrictive formation and let in a talisman.
He received it and saw that it was a letter from the sect leader. He opened it in surprise and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "So it's about this matter. I still can't be idle."
Previously, the Sect Leader had told him that within thirty years, he would receive a disciple to inherit the Jade Shade Sect. Now, the time had come. Sect Leader Qin had calculated that that person was in the Gong Prefecture of the Great Wei State. Therefore, he only needed to receive that person as a disciple.
However, the content of the Sect Leader's letter was a little strange. Not only did he only give him a deadline of one month, he also clearly stated that he could not take the initiative to ask for the Sect Leader's help, and that the Sect Leader must come to him on his own. If the Sect Leader did not come by then, then he would have missed the opportunity.
Although Zhang Yan did not understand the deep meaning behind it, since the Sect Leader had passed down the decree, he had to go.
He instructed the mirror spirit to guard the cave house, then he got up and flew out of the cave house toward the southeast direction.
After traveling for more than ten days, he arrived at the Gong Prefecture of the Wei State. There were many hills and mountainous areas here, the scenery was beautiful, and there were lakes of different sizes scattered like stars in the sky.
He circled several times on top of the cloud, and after several calculations, he saw a village with crisscrossed paths. In order to avoid shocking the world, he descended the cloud in the middle of the mountain forest, walked out of the mountain path, and headed toward the village.
Just Now, when he entered the village, he heard the sound of dogs barking. He saw a group of dirty children throwing mud at each other, chasing and playing, and making a ruckus. The older ones were about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the younger ones were only seven or eight years old.
Among them, there was a teenager with thick eyebrows and dark skin. He was wrestling with several strong and sturdy teenagers of similar age. The rest of the older children were shouting and jeering at the side. This dark-skinned teenager had some courage, but he couldn't fight against so many people. After a while, he was beaten to the ground, and his hands and feet were held down, and he was shouting and yelling.
At this time, a young man wearing silk clothes came over, and he was only thirteen or fourteen years old. His skin was white, and there were two faint hairs at the corner of his mouth. There were two long attendants beside him, and he should be from a rich family in the countryside.
He only heard him say, "Song San Er, the day before yesterday you used feces to dirty my new clothes. Today I'll beat you up to teach you a lesson."
The dark-skinned teenager's face flushed red, but he was held down tightly, and couldn't get up.
The young man who looked like a young man learned from the adults, and after throwing down a few harsh words, he went away proudly.
Zhang Yan stood in the distance, and his eyes patrolled among them. He only looked for a while, but he couldn't see any of them who had the foundation of cultivation.
But if it was really so easy to find, the sect master probably wouldn't have set a time limit of one month.
But this didn't stump him. After thinking for a while, he looked at the dark-skinned teenager sitting on the ground, and he had a plan.
Zhang Yan walked up to him, and said with a smile, "You young man, I see that you have a strong body, how can you be bullied like this?"
The dark-skinned teenager suddenly saw an unfamiliar Daoist come over to talk to him, and was a little stunned. But seeing that Zhang Yan was friendly, he wasn't afraid, and argued, "Wang Sanlang and the others are shameless. With so many people against me, of course I can't beat them."
Zhang Yan shook his head, and said, "That's not necessarily true, numbers don't mean anything. Have you ever heard of a fierce general who can take on a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand in battle?"
The dark-skinned teenager had also heard of these strange legends and historical anecdotes from the down-and-out scholars in the countryside, and when he heard Zhang Yan talking about this, he immediately forgot about his pain, and said, "I've heard of it, I've heard of it. Master Daoist can't defeat me, and I heard from the teachers in the village that one of the founding ministers of Wei, there's a man called Zuo Gongchang, who has the courage to take on ten thousand men."
Zhang Yan smiled, and said, "That's the courage to take on ten thousand men."
"Yes, yes, cloth, cloth!" The teenager scratched the back of his head, and smiled embarrassedly.
Zhang Yan saw that he was stupid, and did not correct him, and only smiled, and said, "Then let me ask you, do you want to learn this technique?"
The teenager was stunned, and then he jumped up, and grabbed the corner of Zhang Yan's shirt, and shook it, and said urgently, "Master Daoist, teach me, Master Daoist, teach me."
Zhang Yan smiled, and said, "Come closer."
The dark-skinned teenager was anxious, and quickly moved his head closer, but Zhang Yan did not mind, and whispered a few incantations in his ear, and then patted the back of the teenager's head, and said, "Go."
The teenager couldn't help but shiver, and walked out of the field in a daze.
Zhang Yan looked at his back, and smiled, and then walked up the mountain with light steps.
Halfway up the mountain, he found a dilapidated Mountain God Temple, sat on a praying mat, and waited patiently.
When the dark-skinned teenager returned home, he couldn't help but think of the incantation that the Daoist said, and it was very strange. He had never read or learned to write, but Zhang Yan only said it once, and he remembered it in his heart. He couldn't forget it even if he wanted to, and he didn't need to understand it, the meaning was self-evident.
He followed the incantation, and after a night, he jumped down from his bed, and felt that his body was light and healthy, and his eyes and ears were sharp, and his body had endless strength.
In his joy, he excitedly ran out to find the Wang family's young master, and when he passed by a pond, he saw two water buffaloes blocking his way. His heart was moved, and he ran up to them, and pulled their horns. The water buffaloes mooed twice, and were dragged to the ground by him. This made him even more excited.
After running for less than a mile, he saw Wang Sanlang leading a group of teenagers there, shooting birds with slingshots. He shouted, and without saying anything, he rushed forward and made a move.
This time, he easily knocked over a dozen youths to the ground. Not a single one of them was his opponent, and Wang Sanlang was even pinned to the ground and given a good beating.
But the strange thing was, even though he hit them hard, no one was injured, and there weren't even any scratches.
It seemed like there was no enmity between these children playing around. Afterwards, Wang Sanlang asked, "Song San 'er, how did you learn all these skills in just one night?"
The dark-skinned teenager was honest and straightforward, and also had the temperament of a teenager, so he couldn't keep his mouth shut, and so he bragged about meeting Zhang Yan and teaching him.
Wang Sanlang secretly noted it down, and ordered his follower to find the whereabouts of the Taoist from yesterday.
Zhang Yan meditated in the Mountain Deity Temple for two days, and on the third day at noon, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door. He opened his eyes, and saw several servants in green robes and hats rushing in, all drenched in sweat, and panting non-stop. Behind them, another person walked in, and it was the young master that he saw the other day. When he came up the mountain, he was also panting with a red face.
When Wang Sanlang saw Zhang Yan, his eyes lit up, and came up to him, and respectfully bowed, saying, "Greetings, Taoist."
Then, he waved his hand, and the attendant behind him brought out two plates. On one plate was a box of candied plums, and on the other plate were several copper coins wrapped in red silk, as well as two privately minted silver ingots.
He stole a glance at Zhang Yan, and then bowed deeply, saying, "Please accept it, Taoist."
Zhang Yan looked at them a few times, and smiled, saying, "You're here to ask for the Dharma."
Wang Sanlang's face was full of surprise, and he nodded his head, saying, "Yes, yes."
Zhang Yan nodded, "That's easy, come closer."
Wang Sanlang hurriedly said, "Wait."
He looked at Zhang Yan with a burning gaze and said, "Daoist priest, I would like to ask a question. I wonder if Daoist priest has a way to last for a long time, and not just for two or three days."
The dark-skinned youth was excited for less than two days, but he found that the Qi in his body had unknowingly leaked out, and he no longer felt as strong as he was a few days ago. After that, no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember the incantation from that day.
Wang Sanlang's family had produced a High Scholar, and he was much more knowledgeable than the dark-skinned youth. He thought that the Taoist would not pass down Dao techniques for no reason, so he must be asking for something. If there was a Dharma that lasted for a few days, could there be a Dharma that lasted for a few months? Or even a few years, or even a few decades?
The more he thought about it, the more excited he was. He secretly despised Song San 'er for not being knowledgeable, and missed out on a master, so he went to consult the master of his family. After that, he found out about Zhang Yan's whereabouts, and came looking for him.
Zhang Yan responded with an 'oh', and said, "You're looking for a method that will not leak out Qi."
"Yes, yes, the Qi will leak out in less than two days, then what's the use of it?"
Wang Sanlang nodded his head repeatedly, his expression excited. From the Taoist's tone, it seemed that there was indeed such a method, then would he still need to study in the future? With this ability, he could join the military, and after killing a few Hu generals, he might be able to ask for a wife and children, and bring honor to his ancestors.
Zhang Yan thought for a while, and said, "That's easy, do you know the Earth Temple on the slope ten miles away?"
Wang Sanlang did not react, and said, "Earth Temple?"
The long attendant immediately came forward, and said, "Young master, that's the Bat King Temple."
Hearing the three words' Bat King Temple ', Wang Sanlang could not help but shiver.
That Bat King Temple was originally a Earth Temple, in the first year of the current dynasty, it was said that a Taoist brought hundreds of virgin boys and girls there to cultivate, saying that he was suppressing some demonic aura. As a result, in one night, a foul wind blew, and everyone, including the Taoist, disappeared. Since then, no one dared to go there anymore.
Even now, passersby could faintly hear the sound of a zither in the middle of the night, and it was said that there was a female spirit that appeared, eating and drinking human blood.
Wang Sanlang was a little frightened, and said, "Why did Taoist mention this ghost temple?"
Zhang Yan looked at them with a smile that was not a smile, and said, "From today onwards, every night at midnight, whoever comes to see me in this Bat King Temple, I will impart that method to that person."
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