ATPnovel Chapter 887 Immortal of Lishan
Chapter 887 Immortal of Lishan
Chapter 887 Immortal of Lishan
The star Antares was setting in the west, and the westerly winds were blowing hard.
The fierce wind, sharp as a knife, swept across the strange mountains of Guizhou, producing not the sound of wind, but a long, drawn-out wail. This was the sound of the fierce wind blowing through various mountain caves and crevices.
A sharp wind swept through the gaps between the jade shoots and green lotuses that rose from the ground. These lovely jade shoots and green lotuses seemed to transform into swords stuck upside down in the ground, their sharp winds chilling and making people feel uneasy.
Heavy, dark clouds pressed down, and the sky seemed within reach.
The people of Guizhou were in a state of panic, as this terrible weather had persisted for several days.
It's either shrouded in thick fog or pouring rain. Today, even larger hailstones, the size of eggs, are falling from the sky, leaving pedestrians with head wounds and serious injuries. If this is the case for people, one can only imagine the suffering of livestock, poultry, and crops.
Rumors had been circulating in the city for some time that the officials had disrespected the gods, angering them and causing them to punish the people.
Everyone knows that there are immortals living on Mount Li.
The old immortal was incredibly powerful, and his followers were as numerous as clouds. People seeking immortality, asking for elixirs and medicines, and praying to the gods for blessings practically wore out Mount Li.
Since the old immortal practiced Taoism on Mount Li, the mountain has grown from nothing to have temples built, golden statues sculpted, servants everywhere, and thousands of acres of Taoist fields—and of course, it has also become exceptionally efficacious.
It wasn't until the officials, disrespectful to the gods, sent people up the mountain to smash the Taoist temple that the statues of the gods were destroyed. If it weren't for the layers of obstruction by the believers, they probably would have smashed the statues of the gods.
The old immortal was furious and drove everyone down the mountain. From then on, these strange celestial phenomena began.
The officials claimed that unorthodox practices and magic were harmful, so they mustered their troops to storm the ruined temple on Lishan Mountain and cut down the mountain, but their path was blocked by mudslides along the way.
This is providence.
The old immortal did not appear in person; instead, two young disciples conveyed his decree: "Heaven's will is on my side. I will enter the cassia tree. Seven days later, purple clouds will fill the sky, and my wish will surely be fulfilled."
Today, only the third day, hail has already fallen from the sky, causing endless cries of pain.
The Lishan Mountain was brightly lit, and the old immortal was drinking with his disciples. One of his disciples flattered him, saying, "Master, you are all-powerful. With such divine power, you have no fear that the corrupt official will not submit."
The old immortal had gray hair and a gray beard, but looked young. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "There is a war in the north, and the court is too far away to reach us. The corrupt official is too busy to take care of himself and doesn't even think about his own future, but he comes to offend me. If I don't make him kowtow all the way to the palace gate, I will not let it go."
The disciples felt incredibly proud and honored, thinking how respected the city's governor was and how imposing the city's guards were, yet they were all like clay chickens and earthen dogs, defeated by the supernatural power.
Immediately, everyone echoed the sentiment, laughter rose and fell, and the entire Lishan Mountain was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
The old immortal, his face flushed from drinking, asked again, "Has my eldest son returned?"
The disciples replied, "Our eldest brother led his men to ambush outside Guizhou City, intending to cut off the corrupt official's access to reinforcements. He hasn't returned yet."
"Good, he's always been meticulous, I trust him to get things done." The old sage was even more pleased to have such a capable assistant to take care of things for him.
People raised their cups to drink, and the temple was filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and continuous laughter.
After the excitement subsided and the disciples dispersed, the old immortal was helped into his bedroom by his attendants. Before he could recover from the effects of the alcohol, he heard a soft laugh behind him.
"Old Feng, the trouble is over, yet you still have the appetite for drinking?"
The old immortal was startled and hurriedly staggered to his feet from the couch. Turning around, he saw an extremely beautiful woman sitting on his couch, both gorgeous and eerie, like a jade statue radiating a bluish light.
His expression became dazed for a moment, as memories flooded back like a tide.
"It's you!"
His face showed a mixture of surprise and delight, but the woman on the bed had a cold and hard expression, and was not the same person he remembered.
"No, you're not her." A look of utter despair appeared on his face.
Chun Wanyi knew perfectly well that this was the consequence of taking shortcuts to get through the test.
Demons use sensual pleasures to bewitch people. Passing the demonic test does not necessarily mean one can resist sensual pleasures, but failing the demonic test clearly means one has little ability to resist them.
Not only that, but the experience during the demonic test became the memory of Wushan Yunyu that he longed for day and night.
Despite knowing the truth, Chun Wanyi still felt nauseous.
She repeated, "Old Feng, your troubles are coming."
A purple lightning bolt, stretching for thousands of miles, streaked across the sky, casting a purple glow over the entire temple. A deafening thunderclap followed closely behind, shattering the old immortal's drunken state.
The thunder roared like a drumbeat.
As Gong Mengbi walked along the banks of the Li River, the sounds of the drum followed by the sounds of the water and wind created a harmonious and lively atmosphere, like a zither and flute playing together.
He looked at Lishan Mountain from a distance, looking up from below. The mountain was brightly lit, like a luminous pearl.
The luminous pearl is reflected in the Li River, like a pearl held in the mouth of a dragon, within easy reach.
Gong Mengbi was not in a hurry to pick this pearl. He looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds looming and piling up in layers, like a chaotic mountain range.
Gong Mengbi's gaze swept through the clouds, but he couldn't find the core of the treasure.
This was not the cloud energy summoned by divine powers and magic, but rather a cloud silk that had been refined over a long period of time. It is unknown how long it had been refined, or how much cloud energy had been incorporated, to manifest such divine power, stretching for thousands of miles without ceasing.
Wind, frost, rain, snow, thunder, and hail all arise from the heart and are moved by thought.
If used to harmonize moisture, gather rain clouds, and alleviate drought, it is a way to achieve benevolence. But if used to harm people, it is also extremely harmful.
Since it was originally a magical artifact crafted by someone else, the spell to control clouds and rain would not work. Either the artifact must be destroyed or taken away.
If it is broken, then one must deal with the uncontrolled rain clouds stretching for thousands of miles, and prevent the earth from turning into lakes and marshes. If it is collected, then one must have a magical artifact capable of containing such clouds.
Gong Mengbi happened to have a magical artifact that could capture rain clouds, which was just right to deal with this situation. He even understood that if he made a move at this moment, it might trigger a siege scene.
This battle is unavoidable, but it cannot be fought in this way.
Gong Mengbi's clothes swayed, and several wisps of smoke either turned into the wind and disappeared, or disappeared underground, or disappeared into the water, while he himself waited quietly on a low slope on the opposite bank of Lishan Mountain for the opportunity to come.
Late at night, an official, covered in sweat, arrived on horseback with two attendants.
The rain clouds were still there, and although there was no storm during the night, the continuous drizzle had soaked all three of them.
The official in the lead was dressed in plain clothes. He was not old, and his short mustache was wet with rain and hung dejectedly on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
Seeing him dismount and rush up the slope, the two officials in charge of his affairs quickly followed, dismounted, grabbed the reins, and called out after him, "Prefect, slow down!"
"It's dark and the roads are slippery from the rain, be careful not to fall!"
One man was left to guard the three horses. The more agile of the three horses caught up with them in a few steps and asked, "Why has the Prefect come to this desolate wilderness in the middle of the night?"
The prefect said, "I dreamt that my savior came."
"Savior? What savior?" The official was puzzled when his gaze suddenly sharpened.
In the desolate wilderness, a strange light peeked through the woods, revealing several shadowy figures.
This startled them so much that their hearts almost stopped and their breathing ceased.
Once their eyes adjusted to the strange light, they were able to see the figures within.
One of them was dressed in a red official robe with the shape of a dragon and python on it. He had a somewhat fierce appearance, with protruding eyes and a ringed mouth, and did not look like a human.
Several others were dressed in green and blue robes, their attire neat and tidy. Although they were in the style of official robes, they were different from ordinary official robes.
The inhuman figure in the crimson official robe bowed and said, "We are lowly deities, fortunate to be summoned by the immortal. We will obey any orders given."
Those in green and blue robes echoed the sentiment.
Opposite them was a celestial being, whose face was yet to be seen, only a shadow revealing a red robe and green garment, yet exuding an aura of an immortal about to ride the wind and depart.
The immortal said, “There are heretics on Mount Li who have entered the Dao to avoid the Heavenly Trial, but they do not understand the will of Heaven, do not cultivate virtue, and recklessly use the true methods to bring disaster to the world. I will fight them, and I need to use the mountains and rivers as shields and the Li River as blades. I am afraid of disturbing the venerable gods, so I ask to speak with them. However, to avoid disturbing them, I cannot let them pass.”
The man in the red official robes lowered his head and said, "How dare we obstruct the Immortal's subjugation of the heretical path? Lishui is willing to serve the Immortal."
The men in green and blue robes responded in kind, but instead announced the names of several mountains and lands outside Guizhou City.
The immortal reached out and took out a box of spiritual medicine, as if it contained a box of moonlight, and offered it to the gods.
The gods took their leave one after another, and the one in the red official robe was the last to leave. As he left, he looked in the direction of the prefect and said, "This humble god will take his leave now and will not disturb the immortal's hospitality."
After all the gods had left, the immortal turned around and said, "You two distinguished guests have arrived. Please come forward and have a chat."
The prefect and the official in charge of the marriage exchanged glances, then cautiously approached. As they drew closer to the strange light, they saw the true face of the immortal.
She was truly a celestial being, with a beautiful face and ethereal beauty. Her smiling gaze alone was enough to captivate anyone's heart.
The prefect stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Immortal, please save the people of Guizhou!"
Gong Mengbi reached out and helped him up, saying, "What brings you here, esteemed guest?"
The prefect said, "It was the City God of Guizhou who told us in a dream. The unorthodox path on Mount Li is dangerous, and even the City God avoids its sharp edge, only daring to secretly help us in a dream, which allowed us to arrive here safely and finally meet the immortals!"
Gong Mengbi said, "I originally intended to fight that heretic, but he also has others helping him. To win the battle, I need you to do something for me. This matter must be done by you personally."
"what's up?"
"Hold a prayer ceremony."