Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 145 Today, the three demonic sects returned, and the Daoist master protected them!

"That's enough, there's no way out of this calamity; only people can save themselves."

Lu Qian shook his head, no longer looking at Zhang Lingyu kneeling opposite a corpse on the mountain path. "Fellow Daoist Ding, is your sword the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Male and Female Swords of Longhu Mountain?"

"I don't know, but my senior master taught me this."

Ding Shian held the Qingfeng sword in his arms, smiled and shook his head. Although his words were modest, they also confirmed the authenticity of the sword.

Legend has it that when the first Celestial Master Zhang Daoling was cultivating Taoism in Sichuan, various demons and monsters came to harass the people and obstruct his cultivation.

Laozi (the Supreme Lord Lao) gifted Zhang Daoling a pair of divine swords to help him slay demons, subdue monsters, and defeat various spirits and ghost kings.

The pair of divine swords are divided into male and female swords. Legend has it that the female sword is imprisoned in the Ghost-Dispelling Well of Crane Cry Mountain, while the male sword serves as a token passed down through generations of Celestial Masters.

Under the bright moonlight, the Demon-Slaying Sword gleamed, with the sun, moon, stars, and Taoist runes slowly flowing across its blade, giving it an extraordinary appearance.

Lu Qian nodded. The old Celestial Master handed over this [Celestial Master's Inheritance] to Ding Shian, and even used a Five Thunder Talisman to personally sharpen the divine sword just now, which shows how much he values ​​Ding Shian.

Moreover, the Celestial Master has three treasures: a sword, a seal, and a talisman. Now the sword has been given to Ding Shian. A sword is an instrument of authority.

The Old Celestial Master's actions may well have been intended to have Ding Shian wield the sword to uphold the dignity of Longhu Mountain and deter any treacherous individuals.

"I am increasingly looking forward to my debate with Fellow Daoist Ding."

Lu Qian smiled and nodded. "I'll go capture Gong Qing first and bring him back to the Lu family's camp."

As he spoke, he strode forward and walked toward Gong Qing, whose three corpses had been pulled out of the ground and who was unable to move.

"You dare to scheme against the Lü family? Your life won't be enough to pay for it."

A pale white Samadhi True Fire emanated from his hand, separating the thick Three Corpses from the other's body. He then lifted the unconscious Gong Qing and headed towards the Lü family's camp along the mountain path.

A former acting leader of the Quanxing sect ended up as the most inconspicuous menial disciple on Longhu Mountain.

Although the menial disciples were the least noticeable in the mountain gate and no one would delve into their past, Longhu Mountain still had a "negligence" to blame.

If the Celestial Master's Mansion were to investigate this matter thoroughly, this scandal would surely be blown out of proportion by those with ulterior motives, damaging the reputation of Longhu Mountain.

This is why the Celestial Master and Ding Shian released the person directly to the Lü family; this matter should not be handled by Longhu Mountain.

"I've had a very fruitful two days."

Before leaving, Lü Qian glanced at Tu Junfang's battlefield. Tu Junfang seemed like a dancer, moving among the Quanxing people. Under the moonlight, the evil and sacred aspects of his three-colored Taoist robes were even more contradictory yet unified.

The Three Corpse Poison permeated his battlefield, and the Quanxing demons who were infected fell to the ground, trapped in place by their own Three Corpse Poisons, as if they had woven a cocoon around themselves.

A dark sword light flashed, and Tu Junfang, wielding his three-foot-long Xuanfeng sword, reaped the spoils of war on the battlefield. This was the foundation for the Three Demon Sects to be rebuilt tomorrow!

"After being liberated, Fellow Daoist Tu has become much more carefree."

Lü Qian smiled, shook the Gong Qing in his hand, and continued walking towards the Lü family's camp under the moonlight.

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On the mountain path, Zhang Lingyu's white Taoist robe was stained red with the blood gushing from the corpse in front of him. He lowered his head and stared at the headless body in front of him.

The bright moonlight shone on the mountain path, draping the two people lying in the pool of blood in a dazzling silver veil.

"Junior Brother Ding... never mind..."

Zhang Lingyu's voice trembled as he hesitated, wanting to ask Ding Shian in front of him, but then a soft sigh made him swallow all his words back.

He tried to stand up from the pool of blood, his body trembling, but his legs wouldn't stop shaking, and he knelt back down.

He braced his hands on the ground, pressing them against the layer of blood that was almost dried, and used the strength in his hands to stand up again.

Swaying unsteadily, a white-haired Taoist priest covered in filth stood up on the mountain path in the clear moonlight, but his body was still trembling, and his back bent as if he was about to fall down again.

"Watch out!"

Ding Shian, holding his sword in one hand, reached out with the other to support Zhang Lingyu, who was about to fall again. "Senior Brother Lingyu, now that you've stood up, don't fall down again."

His calm voice came from above Zhang Lingyu's head, his eyes looking at the trembling Zhang Lingyu with indifferent expression.

"Thank you... thank you, Junior Brother Ding."

Zhang Lingyu lowered his head, not daring to look at Ding Shian's figure. He softly thanked him, his tone calm and unreadable, making it impossible to discern his true feelings.

He turned around and walked dejectedly down the mountain path, his steps unsteady and staggering, almost falling down several times.

Ding Shian stood still, backlit by the moonlight, watching Zhang Lingyu's departing figure. He neither uttered a sound nor made a move, simply watching him walk away in silence.

Emotional barriers arise from the heart, and they should also be overcome by the heart.

Now that his emotional ties have been severed, it is hoped that Zhang Lingyu can awaken from this broken emotional barrier, confront his own heart, and accept his past, so that he can better cultivate himself.

Whether Zhang Lingyu can achieve enlightenment is up to him.

The Celestial Master has nominally banished him from the mountain, where the mundane world is the most suitable place for Taoists to cultivate their minds and refine their spirits.

Moreover, the Celestial Master and Longhu Mountain are renowned, so there's no need to worry about Zhang Lingyu's safety.

The word "master" can mean both teacher and father.

The Celestial Master has done everything he could for Zhang Lingyu; the rest of the journey is up to Zhang Lingyu himself.

The path of spiritual practice, if not walked by oneself, is ultimately neither solid nor stable.

Ding Shian watched Zhang Lingyu's figure disappear down the mountain path. He shook his head and tapped the sword in his arms.

"This will also enhance my future sword cultivation techniques."

His eyes constantly shone with the flame of truth, and sparks of inspiration collided within them, continuously deducing his next path of spiritual practice.

With this thousand-year-old inherited artifact in hand, Ding Shian immediately thought of cultivation, truly living up to his reputation for obsession.

The Taoist tradition has a long history, and various techniques and methods have been passed down through generations.

The Celestial Master's Mansion is the leading Taoist institution with a thousand-year-old tradition, and its accumulated knowledge is vast and profound, enough for Ding Shian, a scholar well-versed in various schools of thought, to forge his own path in Taoism.

"This gate may appear to be one family, but it actually contains more than a hundred families."

Ding Shian sighed with satisfaction, then, carrying his sword, walked towards Tu Junfang's battlefield to help him finish off the enemy.

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At dawn, as the sun fully rose, the strange people who had come from all over gathered in the square behind the mountain. They whispered among themselves and looked at the center of the square.

In the square, a high platform made of human heads and corpses stands in the center, with the white bones and flesh resembling bricks and steel bars forming the platform.

On the high platform was a low stool made of skulls. Tu Junfang, dressed in a three-colored Taoist robe, wearing a crown and a wooden hairpin, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

He remained unmoved atop the eerie and terrifying tower of corpses, amidst the scrutiny and discussion of the crowd.

The mountain breeze in the early morning caressed his figure, only causing his robe sleeves and sashes to flutter, making the serene Taoist priest appear even more tranquil and natural.

"Were those truly the heads and corpses of the entire race?"

"It can't be faked. Everyone from Xiaozhan went up on stage to verify it: the Four Madmen, the Six Thieves, Zhou Shimian, the Grave Cryer..."

"Wow, is Tu Junfang serious this time?"

"The Celestial Master should... wait a moment, he'll come out."

As everyone watched the old celestial master's figure in the distance, they all fell silent, but the next moment their eyes widened in surprise.

A group of people slowly walked over from a distance. The other Ten Elders who had stood guard yesterday seemed to have become mere background figures. The three people at the front were dressed in Taoist attire, and their aura was extremely solemn.

Leading the group was the Old Celestial Master, who was wearing a yellow robe, a golden lotus crown, and holding a wooden clapper. He was walking in a square-step pattern.

Behind him, Lü Qian and Ding Shian walked side by side, both dressed unusually today.

Ding Shian was dressed in a red robe, with a black turban and a golden crown on his head. He carried the Demon-Slaying Sword on his back and held a small table in his hands. On the table were a jade seal and a golden-sealed document.

Lu Qian was dressed in a purple robe, wearing a Quanzhen Taoist hat and turban, carrying a peach wood sword on his back and holding a whisk in his hand.

The three men walked slowly from a distance, their faces solemn and dignified, their steps measured and unhurried, creating a solemn atmosphere.

The Three Demons Sect is a branch of Taoism. Now, it is shedding its former glory and re-establishing itself as a righteous sect, so its rituals naturally cannot be simple.

Of course, this is also the attitude of Taoism towards the people of the world.

The Three Demonic Sects have returned today, and the Taoist priest is saved!