Netherworld Chapter 81: The Only Life Pulse (8)
Shut up! Tao Tiansong scolded: Go and see how Junior Brother Du and those juniors are injured.
Several junior brothers hesitated for a while, and were severely scolded by Tao Tiansong. Then they looked at each other with hatred and turned around to check the injuries of everyone.
You have some strategic skills. Since you give in, I, the Qinling Emperor, am not an unreasonable person. I am sorry for offending you today. When you come to visit me in the future, I will treat you with good wine. Dong Balang said with a fist.
After that, he turned around and left quickly with everyone. Tao Tiansong stood there, staring at their backs, his fingers clenched and unclenched, and it was obvious that he was extremely unwilling.
I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. My junior brother and those juniors are injured and need to be sent back for treatment as soon as possible. I hope you can help me. Tao Tiansong looked at the old Taoist priest, whose face had returned to calm.
The old Taoist nodded, took me over with one hand, casually grabbed two juniors, and left Liukong Mountain using the shrinking technique.
He took a step forward, and when he stopped, he had returned to his only meridian.
The old Taoist priest placed the two juniors in front of the meeting hall, drew a spirit-gathering talisman for healing, and then did not ask any more questions.
Something happened at Liukong Mountain, and almost all of the Dusheng Cultivation Cultivators were mobilized. Now, besides the old Taoist priest and I, there are only the old lady and the little beauty left.
To prevent accidents, the two of them naturally stayed in the house. Seeing the two young men lying weakly on the ground, I couldn't help but feel scared. Their Taoist power was much stronger than mine, but they were hit hard by the other party and fell into a coma. If the old Taoist hadn't taken action in time, I would probably be worse off than them now.
Who are those people? They seem to be very powerful. I asked curiously.
The Qinling Imperial Vein, the old Taoist priest replied.
I know, they said that, but what is the Qinling Emperor Vein for? I was driven crazy by the Taoist's brief answer, so I asked.
The Qinling Mountains are the ancestral vein of the Central Plains and the largest dragon vein in the Central Plains. There are countless mountains in the area, but all the practitioners there only worship one vein, which is the Emperor's Vein.
Emperor Pulse? I repeated it, and it sounded very powerful, much better than the Five Elements Pulse or the Unique Pulse.
The so-called emperor is the emperor. The old Taoist priest said: The dragon veins of the world come from Kunlun, and the Qinling Mountains are the dragon in Kunlun. From ancient times to the present, it has been the place where the golden dragon was born. Qin King Ying Zheng, thanks to the dragon veins of Qinling Mountains, had the opportunity to unify the Central Plains and achieve the great cause of the emperor.
Therefore, all those who practice cultivation in Qinling Mountains claim to be of the Emperor's lineage.
I see... I thought there really was an emperor there.
The old Taoist said: Ancient texts record that the great gods Fuxi, Nuwa, Emperors Yan and Huang, Yao, Shun and Yu were all related to the Qinling Mountains. If we say that all things come from Kunlun, we can also say that human culture comes from the Qinling Mountains.
However, the great god Fuxi is regarded as the Eastern Heavenly Emperor. Perhaps this is also the reason why the Qinling lineage calls itself the Emperor's lineage.
Oh... to put it simply, all citizens in China must say they are Chinese. But we at least have a system and leaders, what about them? I asked again.
The Qinling Mountains are endless, like a giant dragon encircling the entire Central Plains. There are too many practitioners, so there is no system. The old Taoist said: Two thousand years ago, a person from the Qinling Mountains appeared, calling himself the Emperor of Heaven, and it is said that he caused a great shock. But then he disappeared for no reason, and since then the Qinling Mountains have no master . If you provoke the Qinling Mountains, it will be fine, but you must not humiliate them, otherwise you will suffer a great disaster.
How could I have the energy to provoke them? I said: But it sounds like the Qinling Mountains are pretty impressive, have you ever been there?
Been there.
What are you going there for?
The old Taoist looked at me and replied: Looking for trouble.
When he heard that someone was looking for trouble, Mr. Jiao immediately stuck his head out.
The old Taoist looked at the Jiao Ye who was constantly swaying with a golden tail tip, and suddenly said: Two thousand years ago, the Emperor of Heaven was said to have wanted to kill the immortals to make the elixir of immortality, but for some reason he suddenly disappeared. The practitioners a thousand years ago were much stronger than we are now. That era was the real practice, and sometimes we could hear about deeds related to the Tao. However, nowadays, myths have disappeared, and all kinds of secrets are almost unheard of. Alas... This world has really changed. The old Taoist suddenly sighed.
Maybe people have become smarter and know more, so they no longer think it is a myth, I argued.
In the past, Kuafu chased the sun, and Houyi shot the sun. This kind of strange scene must be true to be spread. The scene of ten suns rising at the same time is definitely not fabricated. The old Taoist said: In my Five Elements Pulse classics, it was recorded that a great turmoil occurred thousands of years ago. The bright moon was in the sky, but it was as bright as the day. Since then, the legend of immortals began to spread. After a period of time, something appeared, covering the sky and the sun. Since then, even the immortals disappeared. It’s a pity that my Five Elements Pulse was separated from the Five Classics and lost many precious classics, otherwise I would definitely know what happened in ancient times.
I nodded with deep emotion. According to the old Taoist priest, the Ba Suo lineage was no worse than the Five Elements. If the ancient books of Ba Suo were preserved, perhaps they would know more. But my father's fire burned countless books and turned my grandfather's body into ashes.
This is not only a loss for the Basuo lineage, but also a regret for people all over the world.
While they were talking, the people from Du Sheng Mai also rushed back.
Seeing the talismans glowing faintly on the two young men, Tao Tiansong bowed to the old Taoist priest and thanked him. He then shouted to the people who followed to carry the wounded into the hall.
You are busy today, we will discuss this matter next time, said the old Taoist priest.
Tao Tiansong did not refuse. He nodded slightly and pointed to the houses not far to the right of the lobby: Most of the houses there are empty. You can choose one to rest first and talk after you are done.
The old Taoist priest hummed and walked to the right. I always followed him, so I naturally followed him.
Du Shengmai's busy work naturally disturbed the old woman. She walked out of the small building and saw so many people injured. She couldn't help but exclaimed and walked quickly.
The old Taoist paused for a moment, then left quickly.
I vaguely guessed what he was thinking, so without saying anything, I trotted after him into the house over there.
"Take a rest. I'll hold the door for you." After entering the room, I said to the old Taoist priest.
You can't stop me if something happens, just sit aside and don't make any noise to disturb me, said the old Taoist priest.
Such direct words made me angry and embarrassed. I closed the door and sat on the chair, while the old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed and regulated his breathing.
He was really exhausted these days and became very thin.
Although he was always strong in front of others, that was just an appearance, to support the reputation of the Five Elements. But in front of me, he didn't need to pretend, because to me, he was both a teacher and a friend.
Our relationship has always been strange. If we were friends, we weren't that close. If we were master and apprentice, he only taught me some common sense about cultivation and told me various secrets. He had said before that he wanted to take me in as his apprentice, but it was half true and half false, which made it hard to understand. I had too many concerns, so I declined his proposal.
But after spending more time with him, I realized that although this old man spoke as if he was joking, if I really kowtowed and offered him tea, he would definitely teach me seriously and pass on to me everything about the Five Elements Pulse.
The old Taoist priest had sustained serious injuries in Mount Everest and had been suppressing the pain for such a long time.
Now that he finally had some time to rest, he naturally focused on healing his wounds.
Faint black and red gas emanated from the body, which had a fishy smell, like the gas of a bronze-armored corpse, but it was also mixed with other smells.
The dragon struggled to get its head out of the pocket, shook its head and looked at the old Taoist priest, and then saw me holding my nose and wrinkling my forehead. It swooshed up to my shoulder, rubbed its cold head against my cheek a few times, and then curled its tail and reached forward.
A faint golden light came in a fan shape, and the black and red air from the old Taoist was enveloped by the golden light and melted away. There were very few of these things similar to corpse qi. When the black air from the old Taoist was no longer floating, Mr. Jiao retracted the golden light and looked at me eagerly.
Facing its commendatory gaze, I simply reached out and grabbed its tail and held it in front of my eyes.
The golden color at the tip of the dragon's tail became darker and darker. It was not light, but real golden flesh and blood. Even the tiny scales looked like they were made of gold.
This kind of gold is not as deep as black, but it has a unique power. Just a small piece of the snake tail makes people feel inexplicably heavy, as if they are holding a weight of hundreds of kilograms.
The dragon was not happy with me lifting it up, so it curled up and climbed onto my hand, sticking out its tongue as if to protest. When I let it go, it used its tail to whip my fingers again and again.
I laughed out loud, but then I remembered that the Taoist priest had just said not to disturb him, so I quickly shut up. Then I laughed softly, and lifted Jiao Ye's chin with my left index finger: You little brat, you've become skilled after eating bone slices twice. Is that thing delicious?
The dragon tilted its head slightly, as if thinking about how to answer this question. After a while, it spit out two tongues, and suddenly bit my finger.
It was still that kind of numb feeling that was neither painful nor itchy. I pulled my hand out and pressed it down in the palm of my hand with one finger: Why are you biting me for no reason? Doesn’t this concern your daily life?
The dragon tried hard to get its head out from under my fingers, and then stretched its tail forward. It turned its little head to look at the golden tip of its tail, and then it spit out its tongue and shook its head. It looked like it was shaking its head.
Do you dislike the tail, or do the bone slices taste bad?
Mr. Jiao looked at his tail and then at me, tilted his head and thought for a long time, his little tail shaking back and forth.
I pinched its tail and said jokingly: If you think the tail is ugly, I can cut it off for you.
The dragon's tail stopped shaking immediately, and he pulled it back with a whoosh. Then he crawled along my arms and legs and went under the coffee table as if his butt was on fire.
I was just about to look for it, but I saw it staring with its round black eyes, timidly sticking half of its head out from the table. When it saw me looking at its tail, it immediately hid its head again.
I was so amused by it that I couldn't help laughing: Silly, I can still cut your tail, come here.
Mr. Jiao showed half of his head again. When he saw me stretching out my hand, he looked at me for a while with his tongue out, then slowly climbed up.
I put it in the palm of my hand, touching the smooth snake scales with one hand, while looking at the old Taoist.
The old Taoist priest seemed to have entered a critical moment. Although his face was calm , his breathing became obviously rapid, the skin on his face trembled slightly, and a few drops of sweat flowed from his forehead.
There was a strange blood red on his face, and even though I was two or three meters away, I could feel an amazing heat from him. Although Jiao Ye's living habits were not like those of a snake, he was still very resistant to high temperatures and went into my pocket along my arm.
At this moment, I heard a "puff" sound, turned around and saw that the old Taoist priest was spitting out blood.
