Chapter 181 Junior Brother, Have You Thought It Through?

Yang Ling closed his eyes and concentrated, immersing himself in the profound meaning of the Hehuazi Dafa, trying to find the key to entry from this complex and profound method.

However, as time passed, his consciousness drifted in this boundless ocean of methods, but he could not touch the initial clue.

He frowned, and a trace of frustration arose in his heart.

Perhaps because of his insufficient realm of Taoism, the Hehuazi Dafa seemed extremely profound, like a towering treasure mountain.

He could only wander at the foot of the mountain, looking at the treasures all over the mountain and sighing secretly.

Yang Ling took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He knew that it would not be a one-day job to cultivate the Hehuazi Dafa. It took not only time, but also a deep understanding of Taoism.

His eyes fell on the system panel, and the string of numbers - free attribute points + 1000 - sparkled in his eyes.

Without any hesitation, Yang Ling decisively invested all his free attribute points in the attribute of [Enlightenment].

As the points continued to increase, Yang Ling felt as if his consciousness was being enhanced by an invisible force, and his perception became more acute.

His [Enlightenment] attribute soared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon reached an astonishing height of nearly 3,000 points.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to feel every bit of the power of the laws flowing between heaven and earth, and countless mysterious Dao rhymes became clear in his perception.

The profound and profound Hehuazi Dafa was no longer separated by the vast white fog as before, but began to slowly unveil its mysterious veil.

Hope was rekindled in Yang Ling's heart.

Although he still had not mastered Hehuazi Dafa, he knew that whether he continued to improve his realm or improve his enlightenment, these two were the paths to the supreme method.

Yang Ling closed his eyes again, and the mysteries of Hehuazi Dafa echoed in his heart word by word.

He knew that it would not be long before he would be able to control this supreme method.

In the days that followed, Yang Ling was still busy.

Every morning, he sat in the charity hall and clinic in Chaoge, treating patients and dispensing medicine for the people, continuing to do good deeds and earning rewards; in the afternoon, he accompanied his wife and daughter to stroll around.

At night, he returned to the study, entered the world in the painting, and continued to comprehend the Dharma of Transformation and Freedom. Every time he immersed himself in it, he could feel that his understanding of this method had gone a step further.

Although the progress was slow, Yang Ling was not anxious.

The more difficult it was, the more it showed the power and profundity of this supreme method.

That morning, as soon as he arrived at the clinic, a shopkeeper of Yang's shop came to ask for an audience, saying that several ministers of the court wanted to meet the owner behind the Yang's business.

Yang Ling asked the reason, and the shopkeeper said that the court probably wanted to ask us to borrow things and food. Now there are rebels in the east and north of Dashang, and the court is in urgent need of supplies.

He pondered for a moment, then whispered: "Go tell those ministers that Yang's business is short of supplies these days and is unable to provide additional assistance."

The shopkeeper couldn't help but show worry on his face when he heard such an answer, and whispered: "Boss, these ministers are all here on behalf of the court. If we refuse them like this, I'm afraid it will anger the court!

When the court blames us, our Yang's business will be ruined."

The shopkeeper was an old man brought up by Yang Ling. He watched Yang's business grow from one or two stores to its current scale. He already had a deep affection for it and his thoughts were all for the business.

Yang Ling smiled slightly and said calmly: "Don't worry, I have my own plan for this matter. The court is not a monolithic entity.

Besides, our Yang's business has always acted in an open and aboveboard manner and has never done anything wrong. It is not easy for the court to deal with us."

The shopkeeper was a little worried when he heard Yang Ling's confident words, but he also knew that Yang Ling always made decisions decisively and never changed his mind easily.

He could only sigh and nodded: "Since the boss has an idea, I will do it now."

After the shopkeeper left, Yang Ling's eyes became sharp.

He knew that the reason why these court ministers came to him must be related to some interests.

From the beginning, Yang Ling did not want Yang's business to be involved in the disputes in the court, so he kept a certain distance from the ministers in the court and controlled the situation through carrot and stick methods.

Many ministers in the court have benefited from Yang's business, and they also have a share of the annual dividends.

As the saying goes, a sedan chair is carried by everyone, and no one will refuse a good thing that comes to their door.

Moreover, some powerful ministers in the court knew that the owner of Yang's business was not simple, especially those ministers who had seen Yang Ling break into the palace and kill the nine-tailed fox, and they knew how powerful he was.

Yang Ling often walked around Chaoge City, and his whereabouts had long been known by the ministers in the court, but no one dared to provoke him.

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An ordinary black carriage slowly moved on the streets of Chaoge. The shops on both sides of the street were bustling, and the crowds were like shuttles jumping on a loom, one after another.

Jiang Ziya sat in the carriage, frowning, and repeatedly calculating the recent expenses of the charity hall in his mind.

Suddenly, his mind moved, as if an inexplicable feeling caught his attention. He gently lifted the curtain and looked at the street scene outside the window.

In the bustling crowd, an old Taoist with a cane and a kind face was looking at this book.

The old Taoist was wearing a green Taoist robe, with a ruddy complexion, a broad bald head, and exuding an extraordinary temperament.

Senior Brother?

Jiang Ziya was shocked and recognized at a glance that the old Taoist was his senior brother Nan Ji Xian Weng who had been taking good care of him since he went to Kunlun Mountain!

He didn't have time to think about why Nan Ji Xian Weng appeared here, and hurriedly said to the driver: "Stop, I have something important to do."

The driver responded, and the carriage slowly stopped.

Jiang Ziya hurriedly got off the car and walked quickly towards the place where Nan Ji Xian Weng was.

However, when he passed through the crowd and came to the place where Nan Ji Xian Weng had just stood, the other party had disappeared.

Jiang Ziya looked around, but didn't even see the shadow of Nan Ji Xian Weng.

People on the street were still in a hurry, and no one noticed the existence of the old Taoist just now, as if he had never appeared.

Jiang Ziya stood in the middle of the street, full of doubts and loss in his heart. Didn't the South Pole Immortal come here suddenly to find him?

At this time, a white-clothed boy with a delicate figure walked towards him, bowed respectfully, and said, "Uncle Master, Master has been waiting for a long time in Qingsong Mountain outside the city. Please follow me quickly."

Jiang Ziya's eyes lit up. The white-clothed boy was the familiar White Crane Boy, who was the disciple of the South Pole Immortal and also the Taoist boy serving in the Yuxu Palace, who had been responsible for delivering information and various trivial matters.

He felt relieved. It seemed that the eldest brother was indeed looking for him, but because there were too many people in the city and the turbid air was heavy, he asked him to meet outside the city.

Thinking of this, he immediately followed the White Crane Boy, and the two walked out of the city one after the other.

Although there were people coming and going on the street, in Jiang Ziya's eyes, they all became blurred shadows in the background.

The figures of the two gradually became hazy, as if they were integrated into the wind. With one step, the distance of thousands of feet was instantly shortened to a few feet away. This is exactly the magical power of Xuanmen - shrinking the earth into an inch.

With just a few steps, the street scene changed rapidly, and the city walls, fields, and streams flashed before their eyes.

Not long after, the two had arrived at Qingsong Mountain outside the city.

Here, the green trees are shady, the mountain breeze is refreshing, and the streams are gurgling, which is in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle in the city, giving people a sense of tranquility away from the hustle and bustle.

Jiang Ziya looked around and saw tall pine trees on the hillside, clear streams in the valley, and mottled mosses on several rocks, which looked simple and natural.

His mood also calmed down.

The white crane boy pointed to a path in front: "Uncle, please go this way."

Jiang Ziya nodded, followed the boy, and meandered up along the path.

The mountain road was winding, birds were singing, and the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows.

They soon reached a platform on the mountainside.

The view here was wide, and the entire Chaoge City could be seen from afar. The outline of the city was looming in the distance, like an ink painting.

The South Pole Immortal, wearing a green Taoist robe, stood quietly on the edge of the platform with his back to them, holding a long cane in his hand, as if staring into the distance.

Jiang Ziya took a few steps forward and shouted respectfully: "Greetings, Senior Brother!"

The South Pole Immortal slowly turned around, with a warm smile on his face, his eyes were like a deep pool, making people involuntarily intoxicated.

"Ziya, you are here."

The South Pole Immortal's voice was gentle, and he looked at Jiang Ziya with a smile. He stretched out his hand and gently flicked it, and a stone table and two cushions appeared in front of him.

There was a pot of clear tea on the stone table, and the steaming hot air slowly rose in the air, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Come, first try the new tea from the old tea tree under the Qilin Cliff."

Jiang Ziya's heart warmed up when he heard this, as if he remembered the time when he carried water and watered the pine trees in Kunlun Mountain.

At that time, he often sat with Nanji Xianweng to drink tea and asked him about the difficulties he encountered in practicing Taoism.

Nanji Xianweng always patiently explained to him.

It's a pity that his talent is too poor, otherwise with such a Daluo Jinxian's personal guidance, any ordinary person would have become an immortal long ago!

The two of them sat quietly on the platform on the mountainside. For a moment, everything around them seemed to become quiet. Only the mountain breeze blew gently, bringing bursts of pine waves, like the sound of nature.

Jiang Ziya gently picked up the teacup, his fingers trembled slightly, the tea fragrance was refreshing, but his mind was not on the tea fragrance.

He knew very well that Nanji Xianweng was a high-ranking Daluo Jinxian, and he would not come to Chaoge for no reason. There must be something important.

He took a sip of tea, and the fragrance of the tea filled his mouth, as if it could wash away the distracting thoughts in his mind and calm his mind.

Putting down the cup, he raised his head, with a trace of uneasiness in his eyes: "Big Brother, do you have any instructions for me?"

The South Pole Immortal looked at Jiang Ziya and shook his head gently: "I just passed by Xiqi, and I thought of you, so I wanted to go and see you.

I never thought that you were not in Xiqi, so I spent a few days looking for you. Now that I see you are safe and sound, I feel relieved."

Hearing this, Jiang Ziya was moved and a little guilty.

He lowered his head, his voice was a little hoarse: "Big Brother, I didn't go to Xiqi, and violated the will of the master..."

The South Pole Immortal raised his hand to stop Jiang Ziya's words, and the smile on his face faded a little, becoming serious.

He looked at Jiang Ziya solemnly and asked in a deep voice: "I know that you are devoted to Taoism. Although your talent is mediocre, your heart to Taoism is more determined than most people... But have you really thought it through?

Give up the wealth and honor that your master has arranged for you, and take a rugged path with little hope... Junior brother, are you really sure you want to do this?"

Jiang Ziya's lips moved slightly, but he did not answer immediately.

There was a trace of confusion and struggle in his eyes.

The South Pole Immortal continued: "It's very simple for you to become an immortal. Just swallow an elixir and you can ascend to heaven and live forever!

But even if you force yourself to become an immortal, there will still be three disasters and nine calamities after becoming an immortal. How should you deal with it?"

These words hit Jiang Ziya's heart like a heavy hammer. His body trembled slightly, lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and his face became ugly.

He knew that what Nanji Xianweng said was the truth. The road to becoming an immortal was full of difficulties. The three disasters and nine calamities were even more insurmountable. They could make the immortals below the Golden Immortal disappear in an instant!

Jiang Ziya was silent for a long time, and finally raised his head slowly, looking at Nanji Xianweng firmly, with a low and powerful voice: "Big Brother, I know the road to becoming an immortal is difficult, but I am willing to try. Even if I have to trek on a road full of thorns, I will not retreat."

Nanji Xianweng looked at him, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

He knew Jiang Ziya's character. Once he made a decision, even if the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, it would be difficult to shake his will.

"Okay, since you have made up your mind, I won't say any more." Nanji Xianweng said, stood up, leaned on his cane, walked slowly to Jiang Ziya's side, and whispered: "But you have to remember that the worldly road you are walking now is not only about tempering your mind, but the most important thing is your choice!

I will report your thoughts to Master, but I don't know what the result will be... Prepare yourself."

Jiang Ziya felt warm in his heart when he heard this. He stood up and bowed deeply, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Nanji Xianweng nodded slightly, and then his eyes turned to the distant Chaoge City again, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he turned around again and looked at Jiang Ziya with a sharp gaze: "Ziya, I have another thing to ask you."

Jiang Ziya's heart tightened, and he immediately listened attentively.

Nan Ji Xian Weng slowly said: "I just saw you coming out of Yang's business in Chaoge City. Are you very close to Yang Ling, who was taught by that person?"

"...Yes."

Jiang Ziya hesitated for a moment, but still nodded truthfully, telling him that he was now managing the business, charity hall, etc. for Yang Ling.

Nan Ji Xian Weng nodded thoughtfully, looking at Jiang Ziya, hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to ask something but held back, and then he said goodbye and left.

Jiang Ziya watched him ride the crane transformed by the white crane boy straight into the sky, sighed slightly, and became more uneasy.

He didn't know how the high and mighty saint master would deal with him... would he expel him from the sect for not respecting the master's orders, or force him to go to Xiqi?

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