UGB Chapter 70 The Flow of Wind
Chapter 70 The Flow of Wind
The two walked out of Cuiyun Temple.
The Rakshasa woman asked, "Is the mountain god going to Mount Ling to find a powerful backer?"
Zhong Xuan nodded: "Although there are other ways, since some people in Lingshan have already noticed the changes here, we have to take the initiative and go see what's going on in Lingshan."
The Rakshasa woman didn't say anything more, thinking that after returning, she would also need to cultivate in seclusion in her cave for a while.
Spending this time with Zhong Xuan, I not only listened to the subsequent Taoist scriptures on the balance of the five elements, but also benefited greatly.
Moreover, when Zhong Xuan was sorting out the systems of Taoism, Buddhism, and other cultivation methods, he not only did not avoid her, but even took the initiative to discuss and exchange ideas with her, incorporating some of Zhong Xuan's unique insights.
This was also very rewarding for Rakshasa.
It is precisely because I need to go into seclusion for a period of time to process this.
Not long after.
The two found a blue ox leisurely lying in the sun on the grass outside the pavilion.
Upon seeing the newcomer, the green ox leisurely chewed on some grass and said, "What's wrong? You don't seem to exude any ghostly aura, nor are you astraling during the day... Since the cultivation of the Ghost Immortal path recently taught to you hasn't shown any progress, what's the matter?"
As it spoke, it flicked its tail, slapping it onto the grass beside it with a soft thud.
It turns out that Qingniu has been the main instructor all this time.
Most of the cultivation methods that Zhong Xuan obtained came from this.
Even though Abbot Jingchen and Abbess Jingyuan used their respective networks and influence, and Zhong Xuan's public lectures and guidance attracted the curiosity of cultivators, he acquired dozens or even hundreds of different cultivation methods.
Upon closer examination, most of these methods are incomplete or fragmented.
There are only a handful of truly inherited manuals that can directly lead to the Golden Immortal realm, and even Zhong Xuan only has a rudimentary understanding of the system and has only roughly mastered the basics.
It's just that others share it for discussion, seeking advice and mutual benefit; naturally, they wouldn't tell Zhong Xuan, this stranger, all their true skills and abilities.
But Qingniu is truly knowledgeable and experienced.
After confirming that Zhong Xuan's comprehension and talent were indeed monstrous in many fields, Qingniu became curious and gave him several cultivation methods in succession.
These are all unorthodox methods, but at least one can cultivate them to the Five Elements Gathering or the Human Immortal realm, which is quite remarkable.
For Qingniu, these things were like a bowl of rice from an ordinary family being given to alms-begging monks and Taoists—not particularly valuable—and he taught them to Zhong Xuan for free.
It was merely out of the blue ox's own curiosity and satisfaction.
But for ordinary people, it is a method to become an immortal.
And then came many more.
Even the "Corpse Puppet Path" method, which Qingniu had some knowledge of, was taught to Zhong Xuan without any hesitation, including some of the more basic principles.
The ox's origins made it look down on these minor paths.
Even now.
After hearing Zhong Xuan's farewell and invitation,
The blue ox shook its head.
"Just as you said, it's all about fate, whether it brings us together or separates us."
A breeze began to stir beneath its hooves, and the breeze blew out the shape of the grass.
"I've seen plenty of people with your exceptional talent in my life, and they're all practically cut from the same cloth... You may all look different on the surface."
The wind and clouds gathered beneath the ox's feet, forming a vast expanse of white clouds.
"But deep down they are all extremely proud, and in the end they are all ambitious to forge their own path, wanting to learn from the three Buddhas of the Western Paradise and establish their own school... At the very least, they want to be like Zhenyuan Daxian and become a carefree earth immortal ancestor, refusing to bow their heads."
The blue ox stood on white clouds, which gently lifted it up, leaving behind a final, hearty laugh.
"So let's part ways here. Although I still have the Dharma here, I can't give it to you anymore. Not only that, but you will also have to repay this debt of more than twenty days in the future."
The blue ox quickly moved away.
Zhong Xuan, who was below, suddenly asked curiously, "Brother Niu! If I need to find you in the future, where should I go?"
The green ox's voice drifted down from afar: "Golden Gourd Mountain, I've heard there's gold there! It's where my destiny lies."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Xuan narrowed his eyes and finally smiled.
It really is that one!
It was definitely the blue ox being ridden backwards.
Just then.
The Rakshasa woman chuckled softly, covering her mouth, "Zhong Lang, you've been made a fool of."
Her laughter emanated from behind her veil, soft and gentle like a breeze through the forest. Her beautiful eyes curved slightly, shining even brighter than the sunlight overhead.
Compared to the initial unfamiliarity, the title "Young Master" has changed over time, and now it's "Zhong Lang."
The Rakshasa woman felt as if the two had known each other for a long time, and their conversations were no longer distant; they were also somewhat reluctant to part.
Some of the initial feelings have taken root in these ordinary days.
Zhong Xuan turned his head to look.
Even through the veil, one could vaguely see a delicate face smiling brightly and cleanly behind it.
Zhong Xuan smiled and nodded, then turned around, waved his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and walked leisurely, saying, "He thinks I might be a possibility. If he really didn't think I could make it on that path, he probably wouldn't hesitate to make a joke."
As he spoke, his steps were slow and steady, the blades of grass bending and bouncing slightly under his feet, and the white cloud carrying the blue ox on the distant horizon had turned into a tiny white shadow.
Rakshasa followed half a step behind him, her gaze shifting from Yunying to Zhong Xuan's shoulders and back, her lips silently pursing beneath her veil.
Half a day later.
Zhong Xuan and Rakshasa returned to the vicinity of the tea stall from before.
It's that same fork in the road again.
The difference this time is that a young man was already waiting.
The difference was that the other party didn't greet me warmly.
Instead, he picked up a gleaming axe and walked towards the two of them.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Without saying a word, he swung his axe at the target.
At the same time, the tiger demon Junzhi and Wukong on the mountaintop were riding the wind to come over, but the former was the first to smell the scent and come to greet them.
It was only because, over the past period of time, this tiger demon had gone down the mountain several times to help complete the "mountain god incense offering task" in Jisaguo, and thus got to know the human form and developed a good impression of it.
After all, even she is not immune to being partially misled by appearances.
While young people in human form are generally more appealing, the incarnation of a mountain god who has been around for centuries is more likely to earn respect and awe.
……
When the mountain wind swirls in from the mountain path of Cuiyun Mountain.
Zhong Xuan took that step, stepping outside the mountain path.
Nearby, several mortals gathering herbs and wild monsters basking in the sun among the rocks all witnessed the mountain god's incarnation slip and fall off the cliff.
suicide?
They were surprised, curious, and frightened; some even wanted to help.
But as soon as they got closer, they suddenly saw that things had changed.
The mountain god suddenly leaped out from between the two cliffs and the road below.
She was like a leaf lifted by the wind, twirling in mid-air and drifting away with the strong westward wind.
The herb gatherers gaped in astonishment, and the wild monsters began to squeak and howl.
They had seen some people fly on the wind, and they had also seen monsters riding the clouds.
But this feeling...
They just felt that the feeling in front of them was different.
This new mountain god, who has gradually gained fame in Cuiyun Mountain over the past month, seems to have not used any magic power at all.
But Zhong Xuan could no longer hear.
He is experiencing something completely new.
This mountain god incarnation was created with the body of a human immortal, making it far more powerful than his innate foundation-building human body.
The container is large enough and the structure is sturdy enough to support the manifestation of even more profound Taoist techniques.
It's not impossible to do it in human form, but it takes some effort, unlike this incarnation, which is almost an instinctive response.
In an instant, the world seemed to flip upside down in his perception.
Everything seemed to have lost its original fixed shape at the same time.
The sky is no longer just empty and desolate, and the white clouds are no longer clumps of solidified cotton wool.
Around, in all directions, up and down, in the mountains, forests, trees, wilderness, villages, and even further away, in the presence of pedestrians, birds, and beasts.
Everything in his eyes was rapidly disassembled and reassembled.
It's like peeling away the layers of a complete garment.
From then on, every single thread was clearly visible, and the direction of every strand was crystal clear.
Even a clever bluebird flew past him not far away.
It is no longer a complete bird; its wings and feathers have been twisted into another form on a special level, like an outline woven from layers of silk threads.
Zhong Xuan's entire world was like the world under a microscope in his previous life.
A seemingly ordinary stone, viewed from a different perspective, is no longer a stone, but a collection of countless molecules and atoms vibrating and flowing, arranged and breathing in some ancient order.
Zhong Xuan now views it from the perspective of the Qi Illumination Method.
The universe is composed of countless, endless streams of vital energy.
They flow and intertwine eternally, thread by thread.
They come into contact with each other and constantly dissipate and transform.
They often end up being reborn in another place.
The wind all around was one of the more noticeable types.
Multiple thin, long strands of silk intertwined to form thick, pale blue energy that stretched across the azure sky to the west of Cuiyun Mountain.
Wind, fire, water, and earth—this has been true since ancient times.
Only those who have attained enlightenment... can control it.
Zhong Xuan suddenly realized that his thoughts seemed to transcend time and resonate with the ancient sages.
And so I lay there in the wind, peaceful and joyful.
At first, it was just like a person lying on the water, drifting freely with the current.
The wind will naturally carry his body through the air.
Whether it's a strong wind or a gentle breeze.
As long as the total wind force is sufficient, he can use it to move forward.
He didn't deliberately learn any magical abilities to control the wind, although he had subconsciously learned many technical details from the tiger demon Junzhi and the gray monkey Fenglisheng and applied them to the present.
Zhong Xuan never shied away from these things; he took everything he could.
I took it, disassembled it, and refined it into my own.
Just then, a flock of bluebirds suddenly appeared nearby.
The lead bird tilted its head and looked at the human, its wings slightly adjusting their angle in the wind to maintain its gliding posture.
It has probably lived for more than ten years and has never seen such a thing in this sky before!
It had no wings, no feathers, and lay sprawled out in the raging wind high in the sky, looking completely at ease.
The Bluebird leader has developed a nascent spirituality, but is not yet wise.
It had seen powerful humans and monsters that could fly and ride the clouds, but it had never seen a human that looked like... a cloud.
It chirped twice to its companion, as if to say, "What is that thing?"
Several bluebirds nearby chirped along, some out of curiosity, some out of wariness, and some simply out of curiosity.
One of the bolder ones even deliberately glided over the human's head, its wingtip almost grazing the hair bun.
Zhong Xuan ignored them.
His mind was brimming with a flood of inspiration.
All the knowledge gained from investigating things in my past life is now flowing out like a floodgate has been opened.
Water has undercurrents, ocean currents exist beneath the surface, and the flow of the entire ocean depends on the power of planetary rotation, as well as the tidal forces pulled by the moon from afar.
It was a magnificent force of celestial phenomena that was being sheared.
These immense forces create terrifying undercurrents on the seabed, bringing the entire ocean to life and constantly surging, thereby sustaining even more marine life and truly making it a living ecosystem.
So... what about the wind?
Is the wind merely these pale blue wisps on the surface?
Zhong Xuan answered his own question: Of course not.
So, with a thought, he began to delve deeper into the observation of Qi.
The scene before my eyes immediately changed.
Within those pale blue, thick air currents, a deeper blue, and even more rapid and fierce core gradually emerged.
It's like another river submerged beneath the surface.
plume.
He recalled this similar concept.
If we don't continue to float on the water.
Instead, if you dive down and plunge into that faster underground river...
As soon as Zhong Xuan had the thought, his body responded accordingly.
He sank into the deeper blue aura.
The speed suddenly increased!
He seemed to have truly merged into a stream with an ordinary flow, becoming an undercurrent that surged faster beneath.
In the blink of an eye, several meters.
The next breath, tens of meters.
In the next breath, his figure was already a hundred meters away!
So fast!
Zhong Xuan's eyes widened, and even his human form couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, making the Rakshasa goddess beside him look strange.
Near the incarnation, the flock of bluebirds initially didn't react.
Only the leader blinked, suddenly noticing that the human flying while lying down had sped up, and quickly flapped its wings to catch up, reacting quite swiftly.
As soon as it chased, the others followed suit.
Seven or eight bluebirds flapped their wings frantically, trying to dart forward in the wind.
But Zhong Xuan continued to speed up.
His figure grew smaller and smaller, farther and farther away, like a black dot swept away by the wind, soon leaving only a blurry outline, until even the outline merged into the azure sky.
The bluebirds couldn't catch up.
They gradually stopped, swirling in the wind, panting as they gazed in the direction that had disappeared.
The lead bird hovered motionless in mid-air, its wings still flapping unconsciously.
Suddenly, it seemed to remember something.
It slowly and tentatively moved closer to the path Zhong Xuan had just left behind.
This airflow still had some lingering energy; it was deeper and faster than the wind elsewhere, like a boat that had just passed beneath the surface of a great river, with the ripples still churning at its stern.
The bluebird plunged headfirst into the remaining mark.
The wings were suddenly lifted by a force.
Its entire body involuntarily lurched forward a considerable distance.
"grumble?!"
It hurriedly steadied itself, turned around, and its eyes shone with an alarming brightness.
The rest of their companions were still in a daze.
It chirped and chattered, its voice urgent and rapid, its wings gesturing frantically as if to say:
Stop standing there like idiots! Try this! This one! This gust of wind he left behind!
The bluebirds looked at each other in bewilderment.
After a while, one by one, they carefully slid into the disappearing trail, and then suddenly accelerated considerably.
so amazing!
They're faster than they usually follow behind their companions!
The wind is still blowing west.
But in this sky, there are now a few more bluebirds learning to fly, albeit crookedly, and a little mountain god who has already gone far away.
At the same time, several figures on the ground watched from afar as the Cuiyun Mountain God, whom they could not catch up with, immediately split up and acted separately.