Chapter 292: The Yuanling turns into a butterfly and flies away
After the skillful treatment of Patriarch Wuwei and a few days of recuperation, Chi Yanzi was finally able to walk, but he still needed a few more days of recuperation before he could recover.
However, even if he recovers physically, he will probably not be able to use force for some time.
In the previous battle with Bai Wuchang, Chi Yanzi was determined to die, so he did not leave himself any room. Now that his internal organs were injured, his spiritual veins were damaged, and his cultivation was severely damaged, he might not be able to use all his magic within three to five years.
Fortunately, I haven't taken the Spirit Gathering Pill that Lingxiang gave me before. If I spend more time recuperating in a place with abundant spiritual energy, I will be able to recover to my former state.
Zhao Wuyang's luck was not so good. He didn't even bother to figure out if it was because the dosage of Lingxiang's Huimeng Pill was too strong, and he has been sleeping until now and hasn't woken up yet.
Of course, Lingxiang would never admit that the problem was with her. She just mumbled something like, "Maybe Wuyang was too young to take such a dosage of medicine," and she wouldn't allow anyone else to say anything else.
However, since the matter here has been settled and the disciples have had enough time for training, Zhenren Chengxin suggested that it is time to return to Yuanqing Sect.
The old ancestor Wuwei was dispensable, as if he was just out for fun. Every day he either went fishing by the stream or told stories to his disciples, just like a storyteller. However, his face was full of mature manners, and he even deliberately imitated the demeanor of storytellers, which was very funny.
This also made Banxia relax.
Banxia originally thought that Patriarch Wuwei, as the founder of Yuanqing, must have a stern face, but she didn't expect that he would play together with these young people. It was really unexpected.
However, Patriarch Wuwei specifically asked Banxia for the Wenwang Bagua, stared at the pattern imprinted by Yun Zhongjun for a long time with a solemn expression, and then carefully looked at the identical pattern given by the old mountain god on her arm. Then he had a helpless expression, said something like "everything is determined by fate", and said nothing more.
This made Banxia confused, but Patriarch Wuwei was unwilling to say more, so she had to give up.
Liu Xia, who had gone out to buy medicine, finally came back. These days, Liu Xia would come to Banxia from time to time, either to boil water and cook together, or to sit together in the morning to regulate their breathing. He also said that they were fellow disciples helping each other.
What kind of help is this?
Liu Xia is a young official in the governor's mansion. He has never touched onion juice and may not even be able to tell the difference between onion and garlic. It's good enough that he doesn't make trouble for himself!
Banxia complained while boiling medicine with Lingxiang. Seeing Lingxiang putting floating wheat and other hot things into the medicine jar, she couldn't help but ask about her previous doubts.
Lingxiang explained it to her carefully.
It turns out that there are many types of fever. Everything needs to be balanced. For example, Long Qi, although he was hot all over, he was sweating coldly and shivering all over. This was a symptom of evil cold entering the body and internal qi sinking. Naturally, he needed a warming and cold-dispelling prescription.
After listening to Lingxiang's words, although Banxia didn't quite understand, she understood a truth: everything needs balance, and only by being impartial can it last long.
This was what Master Donghui had said to her before, but she was so absorbed in the art of talismans at the time that she did not delve into it further for a while.
Long Qi has been much quieter these days, not as noisy as before. It's not that he suddenly changed his temper, but he just couldn't understand what the old ancestor Wuwei said to him before.
What does "don't wait for the next life" mean? How can living a good life be related to the next life?
Long Qi always felt uneasy, and he suddenly thought of the dream he had when he was injured and unconscious.
Could it be related to the spiritual incense?
Impossible! The ancestor is Lingxiang's grandfather, he will never watch Lingxiang fall into danger.
But what does that mean? Looking at Lingxiang who was talking and laughing with Banxia, Long Qi shook his head.
Anyway, Lingxiang is right beside me, and I have the ancestor to protect me, so nothing will go wrong.
Xinyi and Hanyang have been close recently, perhaps because of the battle with Wolf Head, they have a tacit understanding with each other, and have experienced life and death together, so they feel close.
Cheng Xin Zhenren looked at the young people in the yard and suddenly felt that if life was like this, it would be really good. Just as he was watching all this with a smile on his face, the Wuwei Patriarch floated out from behind him.
"These disciples have really good character and talent, and their future is promising! The Yuanqing sect is on the rise, and with them, it will surely prosper in the future."
Zhenren Chengxin was caught off guard by the sudden appearance and voice of Patriarch Wuwei. He was startled and was about to salute, but was stopped by Wuwei.
"You brothers have taken good care of Yuan Qing, and your master's teachings to you are worthy. This is very good, and I can rest assured now."
When Master Chengxin heard what was said, he felt that there was something else behind what Patriarch Wuwei said. After a little thought, he understood what was said and was immediately shocked.
“Grandmaster, you…”
Patriarch Wuwei raised his hand and said, "Don't be sad, it's time. The only thing I can't let go of now is Lingxiang. You brothers have taught her well, but she is a "forbearing" person. I'm afraid you don't know a lot of her thoughts. As a senior brother, you have to give her more advice."
Zhenren Chengxin bowed calmly and said yes.
"This day will come eventually. After a few days, your brothers will know about it. I am afraid that after I leave, some villains will come looking for me. A seven-year illness requires three years of treatment with moxa. Remember not to dig a well when you are choking, or seek medical treatment when you are dying."
As Patriarch Wuwei gave these instructions, his body gradually became transparent. In a short moment, it turned into dots of fluorescent light, shaped like butterflies, floating towards the east.
It turned out to be the original spirit of the ancestor Wuwei.
Zhenren Chengxin had a solemn expression on his face and bowed towards the east, which was the direction of the Yuanqing School.
"Grandpa is gone." Lingxiang appeared from behind Master Chengxin and said calmly.
"Yes, let's go." Master Chengxin also looked calm.
At this time, in the Wuji Hall, the Shangqing Zhenren, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and said with a sigh, "The time has come."
At this moment, the entire Jiuque Mountain began to shake, and along with the shaking, there was a sound of explosion. This movement was so earth-shaking that the disciples who were meditating in Youyuan Hall were terrified. Someone shouted "Earthquake!" and all the disciples rushed out in a hurry.
As soon as he ran to the courtyard, he saw that the originally continuous mountains were missing a mountain for no reason. The head master and a group of elders were all standing on the Wangxian Terrace, staring into the distance motionlessly.
It was at this moment that a strong wind suddenly blew up in the clear sky. Groups of black clouds suddenly formed like waves of the sea, surging and gathering. Teng snakes swam among them, and the blue and purple colors merged, roaring non-stop.
Just as the disciples were wondering, the lightning bolts suddenly gathered together. Looking carefully, they saw that there was actually a person hanging in the air.
It's a thunder tribulation!
(End of this chapter)
