12dz Chapter 45 The Pure Void Moral True Lord Skillfully Accepts Disciples
Chapter 45 The Pure Void Moral True Lord Skillfully Accepts Disciples
Zhongnan Mountain, Yuzhu Cave.
Yun Zhongzi sat cross-legged on the stone couch, his eyes slightly closed.
After the good corpse was destroyed, he kept deducing the method of reunion.
Ordinary cultivators can sever their three corpses by simply nurturing them until they reach the Quasi-Saint stage, at which point they can merge the three corpses into their own body and attempt to comprehend the Great Dao.
However, what he cultivated was the top-level method of severing the three corpses, transforming one breath into three pure ones; the benevolent corpse is both an avatar and used for killing.
If someone else's three corpses are destroyed, at best their cultivation will be greatly damaged, their realm will plummet, and their immortal body will be harmed; at worst, they will die and their cultivation will be destroyed, or they will be reduced to a mortal body.
If it weren't for the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir that Taiyi Zhenren used to save his life, and the fact that he received Laozi's Silent Dao in the Eight Views Palace to cleanse his Niwan Palace, he would have already turned to ashes under the residual power of the Seven Treasures Tree.
Although he has survived by sheer luck, and even managed to break through the restrictions and improve his cultivation by chance, and even mastered the art of turning beans into soldiers, he can now share the same field of vision as a benevolent corpse, but he doesn't know why.
However, the benevolent corpse still had no clue.
At this moment, the immortal bean on the beam of the nine-room palace was transmitting scenes from the imperial court into his mind.
Yang Ren stubbornly argued with Di Xin, remaining unfazed even when nearly hit on the head by a bamboo slip. Wen Zhong and the others repeatedly bowed and pleaded for mercy, which Yun Zhongzi watched with great interest.
In the original story, Yang Ren was blinded and died with resentment because Daji framed Jiang Ziya and advised against building the Deer Terrace.
The corpse was taken away by the Pure Void Moral True Lord in the form of a Yellow Turban Warrior transforming into a gentle breeze. Two golden pills were placed in the eye sockets, and hands grew from the eye sockets, with eyes growing from the palms. They could look up at the heavens, down at the earth, and know all things in the human world.
Now that Daji has not entered the palace, and Emperor Xin remains wise, it is good that Yang Ren is a stubborn and upright official. Such a person should not have met such an end.
With a thought, he manipulated another magic bean and sent it flying toward Yang Ren's residence.
Chaoge, Yang Ren's residence.
The Pure Void Moral True Lord stood outside the imperial city, having waited for quite some time.
The faint, intermittent aura could never be pinpointed.
As he was frowning, he suddenly saw a middle-aged civil official stride out of the palace gate, followed by several young men.
This man has a square face, clear and solemn eyes, and an aura of righteousness.
The Pure Void Moral True Lord sensed something in his heart; this person was his second disciple, destined by Heaven.
Yang Ren followed silently without being aware of it.
Back home, after a simple meal, I grew angrier the more I thought about it.
Jiang Shang, an old man with white hair and a slender appearance, is not a candidate for governing the country, nor is he a candidate for choosing a long-lived person.
Grand Tutor Wen was also senile. A dignified disciple of the Xuanmen sect was completely fooled by an old Taoist priest from the mountains.
Yang Ren locked himself in his study, spread out bamboo slips, and began writing furiously at his desk.
The bamboo slips were filled with murderous intent:
Jiang Shang's origins are unknown, yet he was appointed Grand Master simply for burning a demon to death—this marked the beginning of political chaos; Wen Zhong, as Grand Tutor, vouched for a sorcerer—this was a failure of oversight; Your Majesty refused to heed loyal advice, repeatedly striking ministers on the head with bamboo slips—this was…
He paused for a moment, crossed out the words "this is a sign of a foolish ruler," and changed them to "this is because His Majesty has been bewitched by a sorcerer."
Outside the window, the Pure Void Moral True Lord took in the entire scene.
On the way here, he had already figured out the ins and outs from Yang Ren’s conversation with his colleagues. This Yang Ren had been arguing with the emperor in court every few days and had almost been beheaded several times, but was saved by Wen Zhong’s intercession.
With such a life-or-death struggle, it's no wonder that his sudden bursts of enthusiasm come and go.
Sensing something, I realized that this person was indeed an upright individual, which was why I was able to take on this calamity for him.
The Pure Void Moral True Lord sighed.
His original Taoist name was "Qingxu Zhenjun" and the words "Daode" were bestowed upon him by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, which shows the sage's expectations for his character.
Now, seeing a man of unwavering integrity and upright character, poised to unleash his life's learning and achieve great things, even someone who has cultivated Taoism for tens of thousands of years cannot help but feel a surge of joy.
Once Yang Ren falls asleep, he will use the Dreamlike Technique.
In his dream, the Pure Void Moral True Lord appeared before Yang Ren:
"I am the Pure and Moral True Lord of Ziyang Cave on Qingfeng Mountain."
Now that the immortals and gods are no longer visible, Yang Ren is naturally unaware of the name of the Chan Sect.
Furthermore, because of Jiang Ziya, he disliked alchemists and even felt that Jiang Ziya was playing tricks on him.
"I understand. What is it you wish to do?"
When Zhenjun saw this, he was also taken aback. Was this "disciple" always this hard?
"You spoke frankly in the Nine-Room Hall today, and Heaven was moved. Guided by Heaven, I have come to accept you as my disciple. Are you willing to become my master and learn my Daoist arts?"
"You, Jiang Shang, I am a high-ranking official of the Shang Dynasty, of noble birth. What ability do you have, a mere first-rank hermit cultivator from the mountains, who dares to demand my obeisance? Guards, guards..."
At this moment, Yang Ren felt even more strongly that this was the work of Jiang Ziya, because the two were so similar in their every move.
The True Lord never expected that Yang Ren would be so unreasonable, even calling him a hermit cultivator from the mountains? But does he think I am Jiang Ziya?
I felt both angry and helpless.
Although he was of high moral character, he also had a fiery temper. Otherwise, how could he have accumulated so many calamities that required his two disciples to face them?
"Hmph, this is ordained by fate, beyond our control..."
"Screw your fate! Becoming an official or cultivating immortality, I told you myself... umm..."
Before Yang Ren could finish speaking, the True Lord sealed him with a spell, rendering Yang Ren unable to speak in his dream.
The True Lord smiled and nodded gently:
"Very well. We cultivators should follow the way of Heaven. Today, I bestow upon you two Golden Elixirs, the Flying Lightning Spear (a spiritual treasure for those who cultivate after birth), and a scroll of the Jade Purity Cultivation Technique. I hope you will cultivate diligently."
After bestowing the treasures, the Pure Void Moral True Lord departed from the dream and returned to Green Peak Mountain, awaiting the day when Yang Ren would blossom and bear fruit.
As Zhenjun departed, Yang Ren suddenly awoke, his forehead covered in fine sweat, panting heavily, and filled with rage. He opened his mouth to curse, but found that he couldn't utter a sound.
After cursing for a while, I sat down on the edge of the bed, exhausted, and then I noticed two golden pills on my pillow.
Beside it stood a long spear, about twelve feet long, its entire body shimmering with electric light. It was neither gold nor iron, truly a fine treasure.
Could it be that what happened just now was truly the work of a high-ranking immortal cultivator, or was Jiang Ziya deceiving me?
Looking at the flying lightning spear again, its momentum was no less than that of Grand Tutor Wen's double whips, unlike what a hermit cultivator in the mountains could produce.
As soon as you pick up the Golden Elixir, the True Lord's voice naturally appears in your mind: "Place it within your eyes."
However, Yang Ren had a stubborn temper; you think I'd just let him go? No way. I saw Yang Ren place the golden pill on the table.
The golden elixir seemed to sense something and flew straight towards Yang Ren's eyes.
Startled, he instinctively dodged, but the golden pill landed directly on his forehead, took root, and instantly grew two small hands, each with an eye in its palm.
Startled, Yang Ren let out another "Awoo!" and even tried to pull the two little hands off, but he was in too much pain and had no choice but to give up and vent his anger on the flying electric gun.
These scenes, however, were all observed by the Immortal Beans hidden throughout Yang Ren's mansion.
The next day, the morning court session began.
Yang Ren wrapped his forehead several times to cover his two small hands, and went to the palace holding the memorial he had written the day before.
Yang Ren strode confidently into the Nine-Room Hall, his forehead wrapped in several thick layers of white cloth, revealing only his eyes and mouth.
The ministers all turned to look at him when they saw his appearance.
Emperor Xin sat upright on the dragon throne, took the memorial handed to him by Yang Ren, and his face grew darker and darker as he read it.
This Yang Ren, who criticized Jiang Ziya yesterday, is now attacking him as well.
He was about to explode when he looked up and saw Yang Ren's head wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and he swallowed back the angry shout that was about to come out.
"Dr. Yang."
Di Xin put down the memorial and looked Yang Ren up and down:
"What happened to your head? Did you bump into a pillar yesterday?"
Yang Ren opened his mouth, only managing to utter a few "ah ah woo woo" sounds. He pointed to his mouth and then to the white cloth on his head, his forehead veins throbbing with anxiety.
"Oh..." Di Xin drawled, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes:
"I understand. Doctor Yang has sores on his tongue and can't speak?"
Yang Ren's eyes widened, and he shook his head frantically.
"So... your tooth fell out?"