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The Qingyun Mountains are towering, the tiger occupies the Central Plains, there is a big river "Hongchuan" in the shade of the mountain, and the mountain is the important town "Heyang City", which chokes the throat of the world, and the geographical location is very important.
Qingyun Mountain is continuous for hundreds of miles, with undulating peaks and mountains, the highest of which is seven peaks, towering into the clouds. On weekdays, only white clouds surround the mountainside, and I don't know the true appearance of the top of the mountain. Qingyun Mountain is densely forested, with waterfalls and strange rocks, rare animals and exotic beasts. There are many, and the scenery is secluded and dangerous, and the world is famous.
It's just that the more famous one is the self-cultivation sect on this mountain - Qingyun Sect.
The Qingyun lineage has a long history, and it has been founded for more than 2,000 years, and it is the first of the two realms of good and evil today. It is said that the founder of the school was originally a master of rivers and lakes, half of his life was down and out, and he was depressed. At the age of forty-nine, he traveled around the world, passing by Qingyun Mountain, and at a glance, he could see that the mountain was beautiful and gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It was a perfect place. Immediately, he climbed the mountain, drank the dew in the wind, and cultivated the Tao. Not long after, he got an unnamed ancient scroll in a secret cave in the depths of Qingyun Mountain, uploading all kinds of magic techniques.
After 20 years, he had achieved some success, but he had gone out. Although he could not dominate the world alone, he had become the hero of one side. So on Qingyun Mountain, he established a sect and called it Qingyun. Therefore, according to the ancient scrolls, he was close to Taoism, and he dressed up as a Taoist, calling himself "Qingyun Zi", and later generations of children would be honored as "Qingyun Zhenren".
Qingyun Zishou was three hundred and sixty-seven years old, and he had ten disciples in front of him. Before he died, he warned: "I have been teaching and learning for half my life, and I have been all about physiognomy, especially good at feng shui. This Qingyun Mountain is a rare spiritual place in the world. I have this mountain in my Qingyun school, and I will definitely prosper in the future. You must never give up. Remember, remember!"
At that time, the ten disciples nodded their heads one after another, convinced that Qingyunzi had died suddenly. Unexpectedly, in the next hundred years, not only did Qingyunzi not develop, but he saw a decline.
Of the ten disciples, two died prematurely, four died in the Vendetta duel, the remaining one was crippled, and the other was missing, and only two lineages were passed down. After fifty years, Qingyun Mountain had an unprecedented natural disaster earthquake in a hundred miles, flash floods broke out, the ground shook, and countless casualties were lost.
This situation lasted for a full four hundred years, and Qingyun Sect did not improve, which could almost be described as "surviving". In the end, he was even bullied to the door of his house. Among the Seven Qingyun Peaks, except for the main peak, Tongtian Peak, the other six were occupied by foreign enemies, including robbers and bandits, who used it as a stronghold, looted everywhere, and committed lawlessness. Many people who don't know have misunderstandings, thinking that Qingyun Sect has degenerated like this. Although Qingyun's disciples have made many excuses and wanted to kill the enemy to clear their names, they are powerless and pitiful. I remember that it was really the most miserable period of time for Qingyun's lineage.
Only 1,300 years ago did the situation change.
Perhaps Qingyunzi's physiognomy had finally appeared, or perhaps Heaven was tired and stopped playing tricks on Qingyunmen. At this time, from the eleventh generation of Qingyunmen, a peerless figure with stunning talent and a well-known leader, Daoist Qingye, emerged. Qingyunzi's original surname was Ye, originally a poor scholar, talented and intelligent, but he failed many times.
After entering the sect, in just one year, he had fully comprehended all the sword techniques and spells passed by Wu Fangzi, and he was the best among the disciples. After another year, even Wu Fangzi could only reluctantly draw with his deep cultivation. Wu Fangzi was both surprised and happy, and he decisively took out the ancient scroll handed down by his ancestor and passed it on to Qingye to participate in the auspicious. Qingye then closed in the "Fantasy Moon Cave" on the mountain behind Tongtian Peak. This level was thirteen years before he broke out.
It is said that when he broke through the barrier, it was the night of the full moon. That night, the cold moon hung high, and the entire Qingyun Mountain Tongtian Peak was like day. Suddenly, the wind was strong, and there was a long roar of dragons in the back mountain, which shocked for hundreds of miles, and the listeners changed their colors. Afterwards, there was a lavender auspicious light, soaring into the sky, and with a loud bang, the Huanyue Cave abode suddenly opened, the green leaves had white hair, a smile on their faces, and they walked out slowly. Everyone was shocked and thought they had become immortals.
Afterwards, Qingye officially became a monk, taking the family's surname Ye and taking the word "Qing" from Qingyun, hence his name Qingye. He laughed at his teacher's lack of a recipe that day and said, "Master, wait a moment, disciple goes out to do something, and will be back in a day."
Everyone didn't know why, but after a day and a night, Qingye returned with a sword, and the foreign enemies of the Six Peaks of Qingyun Mountain had already been killed. The strength of the Taoist method of Qingye and the ruthlessness of his methods made him famous all over the world for a while, and the momentum of Qingyun Sect was prosperous.
After another year, Wu Fang Zi was about to pass on the position of head to Qingye, and he went to repair himself, no longer taking care of the trivial matters in the sect. After Qingye took power, he made great efforts to help his fellow disciples, strictly selected his successors, and he learned from the nameless ancient scroll that he had the power of gods and ghosts. Qingyun Sect has flourished since then, and within fifty years, it has been a pillar of the right path, and after two hundred years, it has led the various sects of the right path.
Qingye Zhenren passed away at the age of 750. He was strict in accepting apprentices throughout his life, and only passed on seven people. He then divided the Seven Peaks of Qingyun into seven people, so that the seven veins could spread incense together. Among them, Changmen lived in the Qingyun Temple of Tongtian Peak, the main peak, and was the center of gravity of a school.
As of today, there are nearly a thousand disciples under the Qingyun Sect. They are masters like clouds and have a prominent reputation. They are listed alongside "Tianyin Temple" and "Burning Incense Valley" as the three major sects in the world.
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At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, there is a small village called "Caomiao Village" in the northwest 50 miles away from the big city "Heyang". There are more than 40 families living here, and the folk are simple. Most of the villagers go up the mountain to collect firewood and hand it over to Qingyun Gate in exchange for some silver taels. On weekdays, the villagers often see Qingyun disciples coming and going high and high, and they are as magical as s*******r, and they worship Qingyun Sect very much, thinking that they have won the immortal family. And Qingyun Sect has always taken care of the people around it and treated the villagers here quite well.
On this day, the sky was overcast, and the dark clouds were hanging low, making people feel breathless.
Looking from Caomiao Village, the towering Qingyun Mountain pierced straight into the sky, and the strange peaks and rocks were faintly ferocious.
It's just that the villagers have lived here for generations, and they have seen this scene countless times. They don't care, let alone ignorant children.
"Brat, where are you running to?" He shouted and scolded, with a bit of a smile, coming from the mouth of a half-grown child. He looked about ten years old, with a handsome expression, leading four or five boys and girls, chasing another child in front. The child in front was two years younger than him, and he was shorter. At this moment, his face was full of smiles, and he ran forward with all his strength, and he even turned back and made a grimace.
"Zhang Xiaofan, stop if you have the guts!" The child behind shouted loudly.
The child named Zhang Xiaofan in front of him said "bah" and ran: "You think I'm an i***t!" After saying that, he ran faster.
All the way, these children gradually ran close to the dilapidated grass temple at the east end of the village. From the outside, this small grass temple looked dilapidated, and I don't know how many people have experienced ups and downs.
Zhang Xiaofan was the first to rush in, but unexpectedly, he was thrown by the door and fell. The children behind him were overjoyed and swarmed him, pressing him under him. The delicate boy had a beautiful face and said with a smile, "I caught you, now you have nothing to say?"
Who knew that Zhang Xiaofan rolled his eyes strangely and said, "It doesn't count, you plotted against me, how can it count?"
The boy was taken aback and asked curiously, "When did I plot against you?"
Zhang Xiaofan said, "Okay, you Lin Jingyu, you dare to say that you didn't put this door panel here?"
The child named Lin Jingyu said loudly, "How can this be!"
Zhang Xiaofan pursed his lips, tilted his head, and looked determined not to surrender or give in. Lin Jingyu was angry from the heart, grabbed his neck with one hand, and said angrily, "If you agree to grab it, you will admit defeat. Are you convinced?"
Zhang Xiaofan ignored it.
Lin Jingyu's face turned red, and he said loudly with force in his hands, "Are you convinced?"
Zhang Xiaofan's windpipe was strangled by him, and his breathing gradually became difficult, and his face slowly began to turn red, but at a young age, he was extremely stubborn and kept silent.
Lin Jingyu was getting more and more angry, and the strength in his hands was getting stronger and stronger. He said in a stack of voices, "Are you convinced, are you convinced, are you convinced?"
At this time, the other children saw that they were wrong, and they all quietly shrank back, leaving only these two ignorant children. For the sake of the battle of will, they insisted on each other due to their extreme temperaments.
Seeing a catastrophe unprovoked, he suddenly heard a Buddhist call deep in the grass temple, and someone said, "Amitabha Buddha, stop quickly."
A thin palm came out of the air, stretched out two fingers, and flicked on Lin Jingyu's hands. Lin Jingyu felt like he was shocked by electricity, and his hands naturally loosened.
Zhang Xiaofan gasped heavily, apparently holding back. The two of them were stunned in the local area, came back to their senses, and remembered the scene just now. Looking at each other, they were more and more afraid of each other.
Lin Jingyu was stunned and said, "Xiaofan, I'm sorry. I don't know how..."
Zhang Xiaofan shook his head, his breathing gradually stabilized, and said, "It's okay. Hey, who are you?"
The children followed his gaze and saw an old monk standing in the temple. His face was wrinkled, his clothes were worn out, and his whole body was dirty. He only held a string of jasper rosary beads in his hands, which were crystal clear and dazzling, emitting a faint blue light. Strangely, among the dozen or so blue jade rosary beads of the same size, there was also a round bead that was not jade or stone, dark purple in color, and dull.
