ATPnovel Chapter 35 The Death of Biyun Boy
Chapter 35 The Death of Biyun Boy
Chentang Pass.
After returning from Sanxiao Island, Yun Zhongzi set up a quiet room atop this remote mountain. Outside the window, the sea of clouds surged, and he spent two whole days there, deducing and filling in any gaps in his calculations.
The good corpse was destroyed, the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl was stolen, and these twenty-four innate spiritual treasures fell into the hands of Zhunti. The Medicine Master died and was listed on the list.
The losses were heavy, but it wasn't all without gains.
The glimpse of "Dao" he gained in the Eight Views Palace was like a seed deeply buried in his sea of consciousness; whenever he entered meditation to deduce, he would experience in that glimpse the transformation of Qi into the Three Pure Ones, and it seemed there was an even higher version.
Before Lao Tzu became a saint, he had already severed the three corpses and then melted them into his own body to create this technique.
But what if the three corpses are destroyed? How can they be reunited? And what unusual things will happen after they are reunited?
That insight, however, remained separated by a thin layer of paper, impossible to pierce or see clearly.
He opened his eyes and sighed.
In the original story, Zhao Gongming roamed the world with twenty-four Dinghai Pearls. Now that Zhunti has taken those twenty-four pearls, how should we account for the karma if Zhao Gongming takes out twenty-four more when he reappears?
What troubled him even more was Lei Zhenzi.
The boy stayed on Sanxiao Island, and despite his best efforts to reason with him, Yunxiao shut him down with a single sentence: "With my master here, who dares to scheme against my disciple? Who dares to scheme against the grand-disciple of a sage?"
When the name of the Tongtian Sect Leader was mentioned, Yun Zhongzi could only shut up; but when the Investiture of the Gods calamity began, all the immortals of the Jie Sect were listed, and even the Tongtian Sect Leader himself could not protect his disciples, let alone Lei Zhenzi, a third-generation disciple.
In the original story, after the Investiture of the Gods, Jiang Ziya did not bestow a title upon Lei Zhenzi, but only ordered him to guard the Western Zhou for eight hundred years. After that, there were no further records. Now that Lei Zhenzi has become half a disciple of the Jie Sect, this cause and effect has added another variable.
He looked down at the two apricots in his hand.
The apricots are only the size of pigeon eggs, with a bluish-green color all over and faint wind and thunder patterns flowing on their skin.
A faint, exotic fragrance wafts from the apricot flesh, refreshing the mind and body.
It was the immortal apricot tree that Tongtian Jiaozhu gave to Yuanshi Tianzun as an apology for the incident of Jinling Shengmu causing a ruckus in Yuxu Palace.
As luck would have it, the immortal apricot tree had been growing on Kunlun Mountain for so many years without bearing fruit, but just two days ago, the White Crane Boy brought two immortal apricots, saying that they were a gift from the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.
These words startled Yun Zhongzi so much that his two corpses jumped.
Did Yuanshi Tianzun already know about Lei Zhenzi's matter? Did he tacitly approve of these two immortal apricots, or was there another meaning behind them?
Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Taiyi Zhenren's booming voice boomed through the door: "Junior brother! Junior brother! Come out and have some drinks! I've just acquired a jar of ten-thousand-year-old nectar!"
Nezha's voice followed closely behind: "Teacher! Open the door! Open the door!"
…………
a few days later.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Nezha swaggered in, his body radiating spiritual energy, clearly having just finished cultivating.
He moved closer to Yun Zhongzi and immediately set his sights on the two immortal apricots; the apricots' skin was covered with flowing wind and thunder patterns, and their exotic fragrance was irresistible, making his mouth water.
"Teacher, what kind of fruit is this? It smells so good!" Nezha reached out to take it.
Yun Zhongzi put the fairy apricot back into his sleeve and glanced at Nezha.
The child is now exquisitely beautiful, as lovely as a porcelain doll.
He suddenly recalled what Lei Zhenzi looked like after eating the immortal apricot in the original story: his face was as blue as indigo, his hair as red as cinnabar, and he had wings of wind and thunder growing from his sides. Although he gained supernatural powers, he turned from a handsome young man into a monster.
Although Lei Zhenzi is still quite the bandit, he's at least a handsome young man now. If he were to turn into that, given Yunxiao's extreme attraction to good looks, wouldn't she be ready to storm Mount Zhongnan with her Golden Dragon Scissors?
"Go! Go! Go."
Yun Zhongzi waved his hand dismissively.
"This item is of great use, how can I give it to you? If you're craving something sweet, go find your Master Taiyi; he has plenty of spiritual fruits."
Nezha pursed his lips.
He was already tired of Taiyi Zhenren's spiritual fruits. Every time that fat man came, he would bring a bag full of them, including fire dates, green peaches, and golden apricots. Even that flying pig had gotten three times fatter from eating them.
He muttered "stingy" in annoyance, walked out of the room, and wandered around the general's mansion in a depressed mood.
It was August, and the summer heat was intense.
Although Nezha had cultivated himself to the level of a celestial being and was not afraid of the cold or heat, he still disliked this sweltering heat.
He walked barefoot from the backyard to the frontyard, and from the frontyard to the city gate, and before he knew it, he had climbed the city gate tower of Chentang Pass.
The city gate tower is tall and offers a wide view.
The sea breeze blows from the East China Sea, carrying salty, fishy moisture, and feels cool on the face.
Nezha let out a long sigh of relief, found a spot on the edge of a battlement to sit down, swung his legs, and gazed at the distant horizon where the sea and sky met.
Just as he was enjoying himself, he turned around and his gaze fell on the weapon rack in the center of the city tower.
A bow lay horizontally on the shelf, with three arrows standing upright.
The bow has an ancient and simple design, made of an unknown material, and is dark gold in color. At each end of the bow tip is carved a golden dragon, baring its fangs and claws, lifelike and vivid.
The bowstring was as thick as a little finger, gleaming with a faint golden light, as if it were made from the sinews of some strange beast.
Three arrows were inserted side by side in the quiver, their arrowheads black and their fletchings engraved with fine runes.
The bow lay there quietly, and a chilling aura of killing intent emanated from it, making it difficult to breathe.
The Qiankun Bow, the Zhentian Arrow.
This is an ancient treasure forged by the Yellow Emperor during his great battle against Chiyou. After the world was pacified, it was passed down through generations and became the guardian treasure of Chentang Pass.
For many years, Chen Tang Pass has been protected from evil spirits.
Unfortunately, this treasure is extremely heavy, and even an ordinary celestial being might not be able to draw the bowstring. No one in Chentang Pass could use it, so it has been left on this city gate tower for many years, covered in dust.
Nezha did not recognize the treasure, but he immediately recognized its murderous aura, and his face lit up with joy.
He had long heard that there were divine weapons in Chentang Pass, but he had never seen them before; he stepped forward and reached out to grasp the bow.
He channeled his celestial magic power, and with a shake of his arms, he steadily lifted the Qiankun Bow.
He tried to pull the bowstring and was surprised to find that the bow was different from what he had heard, and was easy to handle.
Nezha's eyes darted around. Some time ago on Sanxiao Island, he was suppressed by Lei Zhenzi, whose combination of the Purple Lightning Hammer and the Golden Cudgel prevented him from getting close.
If one could learn to bend a bow and shoot an arrow, and shoot it from afar, no matter how fast that bandit boy was, could he be faster than an arrow?
Nezha was naturally audacious, and seeing that the bow and arrow could be drawn, he no longer cared about the rule that the treasure of the pass could not be touched without permission.
He was short, and normally he couldn't reach the bowstring when drawing the bow, so he supported the bow with his left foot, put his right foot on the ground, and pulled the string with both hands, managing to draw the Qiankun Bow to its full length.
He then drew another arrow from his quiver, nocked it, squinted one eye, and aimed towards the East China Sea.
He let go.
The Heaven-Shaking Arrow shot out, its tip tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
The runes on the arrow suddenly shone brightly, turning into a streak of light that vanished from sight in an instant.
Nezha stood on the city wall, shading his eyes with his hand as he looked out, only to see a tiny black dot flash by on the horizon.
"Oh no, I hope it didn't hit someone."
He quickly activated the Bewitching Immortal Array taught by Yun Zhongzi. Although he had only learned the basics, it was enough to conceal his presence as he searched.
But they found nothing and rushed off to find the Taiyi Zhenren to search for the divine artifact together.
Now, let's talk about that earth-shaking arrow.
This arrow, once shot, will surely slay demons and evil spirits, flying straight for a thousand miles.
The arrow's shaft bears a protective seal personally carved by the Yellow Emperor, allowing it to automatically target those burdened with heavy karma.
The arrow, with a sharp whistling sound, flew over Chentang Pass, skimmed across the East China Sea, and crossed numerous mountain ranges, traveling a full thousand miles westward until it finally exhausted its strength between some precipitous mountain ridges.
Just then, the runes on the arrow flashed, and the arrow suddenly changed direction, falling straight towards a cave in the mountains.
In front of the cave, a boy was gathering herbs when a thunderbolt pierced his throat, pinning him to the cliff face.
This is Skull Mountain, White Bone Cave; the boy is Biyun Boy, a disciple of the Stone Cliff Goddess.