Chapter 130 A Painting

Wei Yuan was sitting in the mountains. He now knew the reason for the outrageous karma that had befallen him. After all, the Longhu Mountain Taoist surnamed Zhang had already built a Taoist temple in this mountain, the Zhenwu Temple, and the statue enshrined inside pointed directly at him.

Wei Yuan once made a magic seal to take a look.

The Turtle and Snake Generals stood on either side, while the Zhenwu in the middle, black Taoist robes, barefoot, draped in Dharma, holding a sword, with a yellow turban warrior holding a black flag behind him, made Wei Yuan feel extremely complicated.

It wasn't that he didn't want to wear shoes, it was just that he had been here for too long, and his shoes had been shattered by the impact of Yin and Yang energies. Even his wooden hairpin had rotted away, but this had become the reason why the Zhenwu statue did not adhere to external forms.

But this karma had already been established.

The highest position of the Northern God of Taoism. Wei Yuan had collected the Northern Xuanwu in the future and had also given him the talisman of the North Pole True Martial Emperor in the Taoist talisman system to use, but he had not expected that the source of this title was also himself.

Truly, the cause of all fruits.

Once the result is achieved, I am the cause.

It's just that this time the karma was a bit big and a bit fierce. The surrounding Yin-Yang ripples had been broken down and dispersed into countless pure Yin-Yang primordial energies. The black giant snake clung to the branches of the old tree. Its body had expanded to at least several times its original size. Its eyes were white, and it kept opening its mouth to breathe.

And the old turtle was no longer lying under Wei Yuan as a mount.

At this moment, it was lying on its back on the ground, and its shell was faintly bulging.

Even though they had been absorbing the essence of Yin and Yang since they were young, and now after decades of effort and cultivation, these two strange beasts could no longer continue to devour it. Otherwise, they would only end up with their bellies bursting and dying from the Yin and Yang energies they had swallowed.

So now Wei Yuan was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, surrounded by extremely pure Yin and Yang energies that had been broken down, swirling and whistling. It was indeed extremely mysterious. Wei Yuan originally didn't care, but after a long time, the Yin and Yang energies that he had broken down showed signs of reassembling. Wei Yuan had no choice but to find a way to solve these things.

All things are constructed of Yin and Yang energies.

That is to say, they are woven according to certain specific orders and rules.

To prevent it from returning to its original rules, there was only one method, and that was to give it brand-new rules and order. Wei Yuan pondered for a long time and tried to weave the Yin and Yang energies together using a method of repulsion, but it caused a rather large explosion.

It made the entire mountain shake non-stop, and Wei Yuan also saw the Yin and Yang energies in his hands directly annihilate, making his clone quite embarrassed. Wei Yuan laughed loudly, but he had found something interesting in this long, monotonous meditation.

So, he disassembled it while reassembling and weaving it, wanting to use the fundamental essence of Yin and Yang to construct and weave rules outside the Great Dao of Yin and Yang. This extremely absurd thing was actually being explored by him little by little in the peculiar situation he was in, and he had found some of the principles and possibilities. ....Now, the old turtle and the old snake watched as the Yin and Yang energy laws changed and weaved in the hands of the black-robed Taoist.

It faintly transformed into the appearance of a picture scroll. Although it was far from being completed, and he didn't know what use it would be after it was completed, the two of them could already vaguely feel that although this thing was woven from Yin and Yang energies, it did not follow the path of Yin and Yang energies, but it faintly conformed to the Great Dao.

It was truly mysterious and unfathomable.

During this process, Zhang Ruosu once sent him a message using a secret method.

Wang Chongyang had also founded the foundation of Quanzhen, breaking the mystery of the womb. Wang Chongyang and Lu Chunyang had since returned to one person, and then ascended and left, passing on the Taoism of Quanzhen to his disciples. He himself, along with the Eight Immortals, went to the coast of the East Sea to cultivate together, hoping that the time to cross the sea would come as soon as possible.

When the Eight Immortals sent the message, each of them left a message for Wei Yuan.

The power of the Eight Immortals was united into one, and naturally, there were many changes and phenomena.

After reading the letter, Wei Yuan told them that they could cross the sea, and he himself stayed and kept the acquired Eight Trigrams Qi represented by the Eight Immortals. After thinking about it, he held it in his hand, and it would be a waste to throw it away.

He threw it to the turtle and snake, but they didn't eat it either.

So, he simply wove it into the Yin-Yang picture scroll. In the place where the original Mingyang energies were swirling and intertwined, he left traces of the Eight Trigrams around the Taiji, and then opened up the changing trajectory between Yin-Yang and the Eight Trigrams, making its aura more and more mellow and harmonious.

Time passed day after day like this.

Because the Yin and Yang energies would directly collapse and return to their original state if he didn't pay attention to them.

Therefore, when he was weaving this Yin and Yang energy, he simply incorporated the karma energy into it. Anyway, these karma were inexplicably appearing here, so it would be okay to reduce some of them. Moreover, weaving karma into Yin and Yang had even more wonderful uses. It was just that one day, when Wei Yuan was deconstructing concepts, he suddenly felt something in his heart.

Black hair raised his head and looked into the distance.

The turtle and snake could already speak, and they were quite human. The snake's tongue flicked out, and it said,

"Heavenly Venerable, did you see something?"

Wei Yuan looked at the half-woven scroll in his hand and said with emotion: "I used the karma accumulated in this era to weave this magic weapon, but just now, I discovered that one of the karmas is about to break."

"The karma is about to break?"

The Turtle and Snake Generals looked at each other, and a sense of confusion appeared in their eyes.

Wei Yuan waved his right sleeve, allowing the Taiji Diagram that was being woven and refined to fly into his sleeve. He said with disappointment: "Karma is a line, from them to me. Since it is broken, then it means an old friend is about to die."

"After all, it can be considered a karma, and although it brought me a lot of trouble at the beginning, it provided a lot of help later. I should go and meet him."

As the Yin and Yang ripples were deconstructed, refined, and reversed by Wei Yuan and woven into the scroll in his hand.

Wei Yuan was less and less disturbed by the Yin and Yang ripples, and he no longer had to stay here. Although he still couldn't do too many other things, it wasn't impossible to take a short trip and then solve the accumulated Yin and Yang law impacts in one go when he came back. ...The giant snake, which was as huge as a dragon, spat out its tongue and asked:

"Does Heavenly Venerable know who it is? Where is it?"

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Although I don't know, how difficult is it?"

With a tap of his fingers, golden ripples naturally appeared in the void, linking this place and the other side through karma, and then deconstructing the space with the changes of Yin and Yang. The Turtle and Snake Generals saw a huge golden bridge appear in the void, emitting an extremely rich aura of karma and Yin and Yang ripples.

Causing the void to vibrate greatly.

Layers of ripples rippled in the space.

Then, the Taoist with disheveled hair and black clothes ordered: "You two wait here, I will go and return."

The Turtle and Snake Generals responded, watching Wei Yuan step onto the huge golden bridge.

Then, the golden bridge shook violently, the streamers changed unpredictably, and the rosy clouds and auspicious energy rose up, further setting off the Taoist who stepped on it as not an ordinary person. This was just the manifestation and application of the karma path. During these long years of deconstructing Yin and Yang, Wei Yuan's realm had not improved particularly much.

However, he had indeed realized quite a few methods in the art of skillful maneuvering.

Wei Yuan walked out step by step. When the karma dissipated, he had already arrived in a city. In front of him was a somewhat dilapidated courtyard. He looked up and could see an old tree spreading out. It was early spring, and the harsh winter had just passed. Most of the leaves had withered and fallen, giving off a sense of decay.

Wei Yuan's appearance changed at will, surrounded by karma.

Taoist robes and straw sandals, carrying some wine and meat in his hand, only carrying a trace of karma on his body was enough to make anyone feel that they had seen this Taoist before, or occasionally seen him when relatives and friends met, or perhaps at a temple fair or in a restaurant.

He glanced at it from afar.

In short, he was not a stranger, but it was impossible to say in detail who this person was.

The Taoist knocked on the door, startling the sparrows in the old tree.

After a while, someone came to knock on the door, and because of the bit of karma on Wei Yuan's body, he was regarded as a friend of the old man in the courtyard, so he was invited in. Wei Yuan saw the old man to whom this courtyard belonged. He was an old man with unabated heroism in his eyebrows, his beard and hair drooping, but he was dressed in the manner of a literati.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes and saw the plaque above the room inside.

"Jiaxuan Residence..."

The one who goes by Jiaxuan, there is only one person.

Xin Qiji.

So it was him.

The already old Xin Qiji looked at the 'old friend' in front of him. Because of the karma, he only regarded him as a comrade who had fought side by side in the past. Even though he was old, he still ordered wine and meat to be bought and sat under the old tree to drink and chat idly.

When the wine was at its peak, Wei Yuan brought up the past and said:

"I didn't expect that Jiaxuan would reach such a state."

"How high-spirited you were when you were young."

The old Xin Qiji laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, high-spirited? Indeed."

"At that time, you and I were both young, and the blood in our bodies was still hot. The horses were fast, the swords were sharp, and it was as if we had inexhaustible strength. When we climbed high and looked far, we always felt that we were the ones who could spur the horses and save the country from danger. My adoptive father taught me immortal swordsmanship and gave me Marshal Yue's posthumous writings on military tactics." "When I was young, I thought that my literary talent and martial arts were invincible in the world, and I was arrogant and conceited."

"I only felt that writing lyrics was the best in the world, and killing enemies on horseback was also the best in the world, and taking back the old country was just a matter of turning my hand."

"But, but how did we get old..."

The old man talked about the past and didn't know that he was already in tears.

A meal of wine and food, hearty and unrestrained.

Wei Yuan looked at Xin Qiji, and a stream of Yin and Yang energy flowed into the old man's body.

Extending his life by seven years.

Then he picked up a glass of wine, faced the old man who was drunk and unconscious, and said softly: "I salute your lyrics, I salute your ambition, I salute your Geng Chui Luo, Xing Ru Yu, and I also salute your Zui Li Tiao Deng Kan Jian, Meng Hui Chui Jiao Lian Ying." He stood up and saw that the wisp of karma had finally broken. He smiled freely, turned and left.

Xin Qiji woke up in the evening, drank a bowl of sobering soup, and saw the lyrics he had written after getting drunk.

He was about to pick up a pen and write it to someone, but he didn't know why, he couldn't always remember who the person who drank and talked with him today was. The original owner of this courtyard quite believed in the Huang-Lao School. Looking up, he could see the Taoist Three Purities enshrined, Yuanshi Heavenly Venerable. Xin Qiji smiled freely and stopped thinking about it.

He just wrote down the pen————"A Guest Speaks Freely About Fame and Fortune, Therefore He Reminisces About the Things of His Youth and Makes a Playful Work."

In his prime, the flags and banners embraced ten thousand men, and the brocade eaves cavalry crossed the river for the first time.

Yan soldiers, silver Hu Lu at night, Han arrows flying towards Jin Pugu in the morning.

Remembering the past, sighing at today, the spring breeze does not dye the white whiskers.

The old man stroked the last line of words, and suddenly recalled what his adoptive father, who was like an immortal, had said to him when he was young, and gave him General Yue Fei's military book, The Strategy of Pacifying Rong, with sincere words: "Do not fail the Great Song." Although he was drunk, he exerted a little force in his palm and murmured to himself: "Adoptive father..."

"Youan has not failed the Great Song."

"But why has the Great Song failed the common people..."

As the words fell, the emotions reached the depths. Looking at the copper mirror, his temples were already white, and he realized the pain of Liu Xuande's grief that his thigh flesh had grown back, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

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Wei Yuan left this place, but he did not immediately return to the mountain.

Instead, he slowly walked in the contemporary era. Moreover, every step he took was accompanied by the erosion of Yin and Yang energy and ripple laws, so he simply walked while slowly deconstructing these laws. He didn't know how long had passed, the royal aura of the Central Plains gradually withered, and he had already walked to the foot of the original mountain.

There was a Taoist temple halfway up the mountain. In the Taoist temple, an old Taoist priest was telling stories to a little Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest was already very old.

His hair was white, and he no longer had the high spirits he had when he first came here.

Sitting in a rattan chair, swaying back and forth.

"This mountain used to have a big flood in the past. There is a spring below. It was the place where the Turtle and Snake Generals first showed their spirits. Drinking a sip can cure diseases and strengthen the body. The snake is huge, and the turtle seems to be able to collapse this mountain. There is a Taoist on the turtle, with disheveled hair, black clothes, holding a sword, stepping on the turtle and snake, and the follower holds a black flag."

"If you don't listen, hehe, he will catch you."

In the deep mountain Taoist temple, the old Taoist priest slowly told stories, but the child in front of him was not afraid. He just chopped wood slowly, calmly and motionless. Although he was still young, he already had a few qualities like Yuan Chun Yue Zhi, but the childishness between his eyebrows could show his age. ....Dang dang dang————

Guests came to the Taoist temple.

The incense was blown away in all directions.

The very old Taoist priest raised his head and saw a young Taoist priest at the door, wearing a black robe, but no longer wearing his hair down. However, his eyebrows were extremely familiar, and there was no change from decades ago. The lips of this old Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, who should have been wearing a purple robe, suddenly trembled. He stood up tremblingly and said:

"You, it's you... Have you come down the mountain?"

Wei Yuan saw that the aura on the body of this old Taoist priest, who was the first to build a Taoist temple, was already very weak.

The old Taoist priest respectfully offered incense to him, and then bowed down.

Wei Yuan looked at him and said regretfully: "You are going to die."

The old Taoist priest respectfully bowed and replied: "Taoists should know the destiny. There is nothing to be afraid of death, but what is to be feared is not knowing what death is. But although I am dying, I have a request, and I hope you can listen to it..." He pulled over the little Taoist priest who was only five or six years old and said:

"Now the world is in turmoil. This is an orphan I saw when I came down the mountain."

"Mountain bandits entered the village, and then there were bandit-suppressing soldiers. His parents are already dead. I adopted him. I have not married and have no children. I am sorry for the ancestors of Longhu Mountain."

"But what my Taoist sect needs are fellow practitioners, not blood inheritance. I gave him my surname, ending the karma with blood. Now I am about to go down the mountain, and I hope you can accept him."

Wei Yuan said: "Go down the mountain, what are you going to do?"

The old Taoist priest replied: "People on the mountain go down the mountain to experience tribulation."

"What I have cultivated cannot be buried in the deep mountains."

Wei Yuan looked at him deeply, and suddenly remembered that among the Taoist Yin soldiers who followed Bai Qi into the Great Wilderness back then, there seemed to be such a Taoist who personally experienced the disaster of war, so he nodded. The Taoist laughed and cupped his hands, entrusting the child to Wei Yuan. A day later, he went down the mountain with his sword.

Wei Yuan pulled the little Taoist priest and said, "Your surname is Zhang?"

"What's your name?"

The little Taoist priest said: "Master, my name is Junbao."

He raised his head, looked at the black-haired Taoist priest, and looked at the turtle and snake coiling on the mountain.

"Zhang Junbao."

Today's second chapter............

Zhang Junbao, named Sanfeng.

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