Chapter 197: Taiqing leaves Kunlun Xuandu and meets Shouyang

When Master Tongtian waved his hand to let them go, Holy Mother Wu Dang stopped Duobao outside the palace and asked, "Big Brother, why did Master let us leave so quickly? Did something big happen that we haven't noticed yet?"

But Duobao was also very confused and shook his head, saying, "I don't know either. I only know that Second Uncle called Master away, and then the Jade Void Palace erupted with supreme power, as if there were frequent battles. Then a quiet aura was seen intervening. I think something happened between Second Uncle and Master, which made Master leave in anger."

Upon hearing this, the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother couldn't help but take a deep breath and said, "Could it be that it was because I ambushed the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect before that the two saints had a dispute? Why is Second Uncle-Master so petty?"

"Shh!"

The Golden Spirit Mother hurriedly covered the mouth of the Turtle Spirit Mother. Sanxiao and Zhao Gongming also looked around, fearing that the Turtle Spirit Mother's words would be leaked.

Seeing that there was no one around, the Golden Spirit Holy Mother breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Are you going to die? How dare you plot against two saints on Kunlun Mountain? If Master knew about this, would you still want to live?"

Only then did the Turtle Spirit Mother realize how offensive her words were.

She was the incarnation of a spirit turtle in a fairy pond on Mount Kunlun. After years of listening to the Three Pure Ones explaining the great truth, she finally realized the truth and got rid of her demon body. Out of gratitude to the Three Pure Ones, she went to worship them as her teacher.

It's a pity that Taiqing is indifferent and Yuqing is arrogant, and neither of them is willing to accept her as a disciple. Only the Shangqing lineage is willing to accept her. She did not disappoint the expectations and showed superb aptitude. In just ten thousand years, she achieved the Golden Immortal path.

Later, he was accepted as a direct disciple by Master Tongtian. Naturally, he was closer to Shangqing than the other two Qings. That's why he inadvertently said the words that made his master leave in anger.

But matters between saints can only be resolved by saints, and only the Hunyuan Golden Immortal can discuss them. If she dares to discuss and make up stories at will, she deserves to be struck to death.

Master Tongtian hated people who gossiped behind others' backs the most, so the Golden Spirit Mother just saved her life.

But some people were sad and some were happy. These people didn't understand why Master Tongtian wanted to leave Kunlun Mountain, but some of them were very happy.

Qiong Xiao cheered and said, "Why worry? We are just leaving Kunlun Mountain and heading to the West Sea. We are not going to the Demon Realm. Besides, we have our Master here. Even if we go to the Demon Realm, what can we do? I have wanted to go back to the Four Seas for a long time. I am so happy that I can go back now!"

Zhao Gongming, Yunxiao and Bixiao were more happy than sad, as the four of them were originally born on a fairy island overseas.

Zhao Gongming is the first pure breeze in the prehistoric world, and the three of them are the first white cloud, the first green cloud, and the first jade cloud in the prehistoric world. Originally, the three of them did not know each other and were only drifting at the ends of the earth. It was Zhao Gongming who blew them here and after years of companionship, they formed a deep friendship and became brothers and sisters.

Although they later followed Master Tongtian to Kunlun Mountain to practice, what they cared about most was still the overseas fairy island floating in the West Sea.

Now that I can go back, I am naturally very happy.

Bi Xiao also smiled and said, "My little sister has lived in the mountains for a long time, and I am afraid she must have been bored. Now that she has returned overseas, she must be very happy."

Qiong Xiao said angrily: "Sister, you are still talking about me. Aren't you also unbearable on Kunlun Mountain? You even specially found many fairy pools nearby. Now that you can finally return to the sea, I'm afraid you are much happier than me!"

Several girls giggled, and the other five disciples who were born on Mount Kunlun and had deep feelings for Mount Kunlun also smiled. After all, they were relocating as their sect, so they were not alone.

However, the Shangqing lineage is currently undergoing a massive relocation, which would take thousands of years to complete, and Taishang Laojun had already left Kunlun Mountain.

Compared to the Jiejiao which had tens of thousands of immortals coming to pay homage, the Renjiao had only two or three big cats and small cats, and the number of people was so sparse that it was almost unimaginable.

Apart from the leader Laozi, the Human Sect only has the disciple Xuandu, and two boys Jinjiao and Yinjiao, who were enlightened by Laozi using alchemy materials.

After just a little packing, the Taiqing lineage withdrew from Kunlun Mountain, and Xuandu followed Taishang Laojun to find a new place of practice.

"Master, we don't know what kind of dojo we should look for?"

Xuan Du asked.

Taishang Laojun seemed particularly relaxed and contented. He looked at the vast expanse of beautiful mountains and rivers and said with a smile, "Why bother to search for a certain kind of Taoist temple? Why don't we go our separate ways? Whoever finds the sacred mountain first can use that sacred mountain as a Taoist temple. How about that?"

Taishang Laojun, for once, felt a little playful. After all, he had left Kunlun Mountain and would surely enjoy infinite peace in the future. Besides, he was a saint, and wherever he went, there would be a sacred mountain and pure land. He no longer needed to use a sacred mountain to prove his greatness.

Although Master Xuandu was surprised that his usually indifferent master could act like a naughty boy, he still nodded in agreement and then walked towards the other side of Taishang Laojun.

It has been several decades since Master Xuandu left. He has been listening to the teachings of Laojun for many years. Although he has not practiced deliberately, he has the Tao of a celestial being, so he naturally does not take this little time to heart.

Although this celestial immortal's Taoism seems much weaker than those of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Orthodox Sect, not to mention the many demons and monsters in the Jie Sect, there are even many Daluo Golden Immortals, but the Great Master Xuandu was born in the human race, and is an acquired human, with poor aptitude. It was thanks to the teachings of Laojun that he could achieve the Taoism of a celestial immortal.

Fortunately, Laojun didn't care how strong his disciples were. Otherwise, with his ability to refine pills, he could easily turn Master Xuandu into a golden immortal with just a few pills. He cared more about his disciples' Dao heart than their cultivation. "You bold monster, you actually dared to kill someone!"

The great magician Xuandu saw from afar that a human tribe was being attacked by a group of evil birds. From time to time, he saw several humans being pecked to death by the evil birds and having their brains sucked out. He was furious and a spiritual cloud immediately appeared under his feet, heading towards the tribe.

He stretched out his hand and waved, and saw several Taiqing fairy thunders falling from the sky, immediately splitting dozens of demon birds into charcoal. However, compared with the black flock of demon birds, this was just a drop in the bucket.

As a result, Master Xuandu was targeted by those evil birds. The overwhelming number of evil birds immediately split into tens of thousands and came towards Master Xuandu. Among them, more than a dozen of the evil birds were particularly large in size, and they were obviously leaders.

"How dare you, a little fairy, disturb me while the dead bird tribe is eating. It just happened to fill my stomach!"

A pitch-black monster bird that was thousands of feet tall let out a strange cackling laugh, then opened its mouth and let out a shrill cry. Its voice was hoarse and sharp, as if an evil ghost from hell was slowly approaching the human world, filled with resentment and hatred, jealous of life, and wishing to turn all life into death, so that the heaven and earth would no longer exist.

"It's actually a Golden Immortal-level demon bird. No wonder it dares to kill so many people in the prehistoric world. But what you should never do is to feed on humans!"

Faced with this death-calling bird whose cultivation level was far higher than his, Master Xuandu remained fearless and a small red flag appeared in his hand.

This small flag was only one foot and seven inches in size, and it depicted all kinds of divine fires from the ancient times, all of which turned into blooming red lotuses. The great magician Xuandu waved it at the death-announcement bird, and countless flames emerged from the air, instantly burning the voice to oblivion. Moreover, lines of light green divine fires wove into a net, catching the death-announcement bird.

A medicinal fragrance wafted from the divine fire net. It was light and pleasant, but when the Death Bird smelled it, it suddenly felt weak all over, and its mind was blown away. It seemed completely unable to resist the power of the fragrance.

This is none other than the Southern Flame Flag, a treasure bestowed by the Jade Emperor to Master Xuandu to protect himself from any unexpected events.

After all, he is the only disciple of the Human Religion and also the eldest disciple, so Taishang Laojun has to be careful.

Seeing their leader being captured, the other demon bird leaders immediately flapped their wings and flew away, taking the dark flock of demon birds in the sky with them, fleeing in a flash, no longer daring to devour the human tribes below.

The great magician Xuandu snorted coldly, but did not object too much. The Southern Flame Flag was an innate spiritual treasure of the leader level. Even if there was a secret trick of the Jade Emperor inside, it would be difficult for him to overuse it. What's more, his purpose was to protect those tribes, not to kill the enemy.

Some of the remaining living people saw the immortals coming and driving away the evil birds, and they immediately ran over crying and shouting. The great magician Xuandu did not resist, but just comforted them and asked: "Do these evil birds often harass you?"

An old human shook his head and said sadly, "In the past few years, there were no demons coming here. They only appeared in recent years. Those demon birds don't come here often, but in addition to these demon birds, there are other demons that harass us. Our Shouyang tribe has already been decimated by these attacks. If the immortal hadn't come to our rescue today, I'm afraid we would have been extinct."

Master Xuandu frowned slightly and said, "Don't you want to migrate to a safe place?"

The old man was about to cry, unable to speak. A middle-aged man beside him said with a sad face, "Forgive us, Immortal. We don't want to move, but the wilderness is full of dangers. Where is a safe place? If I move there today, where should I move to tomorrow? Maybe other places are not as safe as the area near Shouyang Mountain."

Looking at this group of miserable human beings, Master Xuandu also felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

He was also born into the human race, so how could he not feel pity for these humans? But after all, he could only take care of things for a while, not for the whole life. The vastness of the ancient world was unimaginable, and the number of humans was countless. What's more, he had already become a disciple, so how could he go out to slay demons without the master's orders?

The old man asked with a hint of hope: "Will the immortal settle down nearby? The feng shui of Shouyang Mountain is very good. It was once the residence of a great god a few years ago, but that great god left Shouyang Mountain a long time ago. If the immortal lives here, no one will disturb him."

Master Xuandu's heart moved, and he seemed to have developed a great interest in Shouyang Mountain. He said, "Take me there to have a look."

The human elder was overjoyed and immediately gathered the rest of the humans together. It was obvious that the old man had a high status in the Shouyang tribe and was either the tribe leader or an elder.

The remaining humans gathered here sparsely, and there were only a few thousand of them. Great Master Xuandu sighed in his heart. With his magical powers and Taoism, he could naturally calculate at a glance that the Shouyang tribe should have had hundreds of thousands of people at its peak, but now there are only a few thousand. It was obvious that they were all eaten or killed by the monsters.

If he hadn't come to the rescue today, I'm afraid even these thousands would have been gone.

When the last Shouyang tribe member walked out, the old man said respectfully: "Please follow me, the Shouyang Mountain is just ahead."

Master Xuandu nodded and said, "Thank you very much, young friend."

He was not lying. The old man was only over 150 years old, but he had been practicing Taoism for nearly 3,000 years. Calling him a young friend was a compliment.

The old man even said he didn't dare. Great Master Xuandu took out a jade bottle and was about to share it with these people. After thinking about it, he only poured out a pill, crushed it, and cast a spell to turn it into a rain cloud. Then, traces of pill energy turned into spiritual rain and fell, which immediately recovered the injuries of these people, so that they would not die on the road.

It’s not that he felt sorry for the pills, but these humans were just mortals and could not withstand the medicinal power of a pill, so they could only turn into spiritual rain and fall down.

(End of this chapter)