Chapter 10 Yixing Pavilion

Liang Yan stood up and bowed to the old monk.

"Thank you, Master, for protecting the Dharma."

The old monk nodded slightly, and then said seriously: "From now on, you and I can no longer be masters and disciples. I have introduced you to Yixing Pavilion. Although Yixing Pavilion is a major Confucian sect, its internal library also contains Buddhist techniques. The Dharma is enough for you to cultivate to the point of establishing the foundation. As for the path you take after that, it’s up to you.”

Liang Yan nodded silently, and the old monk added, "Come with me, and I will take you to see the person who will take you to Yixing Pavilion."

The young and old left the Piaoyun Inn and walked towards the top of the mountain. The mountain road was rugged, but the two of them were fast on their feet and reached the top of the mountain in a short time.

Liang Yan looked up and saw a vermilion mansion located in the middle of the mountain top. There were two people standing in front of the house, a man and a woman. The woman was wearing blue clothes and looked elegant; the man was wearing a blue Confucian robe and holding a hand in his hand. The folding fan belonged to the scholar Lin Fei who hosted the auction that night.

The two of them seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When they saw the old monk approaching, they stepped forward and said with fists in their hands, "I've seen you, senior!" Then they looked Liang Yan up and down, "Could this be the person that senior entrusted me with?"

"Yes, this little baby has a destiny with the poor monk and has spiritual roots. However, the poor monk is busy and cannot lead him to practice."

"Senior, don't worry. If senior hadn't healed me last time, I might have been in danger. Lin promises that he will definitely introduce this boy to the sect."

The old monk nodded and walked towards a corner. Liang Yan knew that he had something to tell him, so he followed closely.

The two of them arrived under a willow tree at the edge of the top of the mountain. The old monk said: "Your spiritual roots are mixed and your qualifications are too poor. After I leave, you must practice harder. It takes others one day, but you will have to work hard for ten days. Otherwise, you will have to work hard for ten days." The road to cultivation is unpredictable."

Liang Yan nodded silently.

The old monk then said: "I teach you the eight Dharma signs. You can only practice the first four signs now. The last four signs need to wait until you reach Juyuan or above. These eight signs are not only the signs of all living beings, but also the treasures of the Buddha. "Xiang, you have to practice diligently. If you can reach the state of 'Xiang comes from the heart' in the future, and you can still exert the magical effect of the Dharma without using the Dharma's posture, then you will be considered as a beginner."

Liang Yan saw that he was taking care of everything, every detail, and knew that the separation was coming, and his eyes were slightly moist.

Seeing his reluctance, the old monk smiled deliberately and said: "Young man, there is no need to be sad. As the saying goes, all banquets in the world come to an end. The old monk will introduce you to the door. Plant the Bodhi seeds today and hope to bloom a nine-grade lotus in the future!"

After saying that, he laughed and flew up the rosary beads in his hand, dragging the old monk into a golden light and disappearing into the sky.

Liang Yan watched the golden light disappear, dazed. There was a cough from behind. Looking back, Lin Fei had already walked over and said to him: "Your name is Liang Yan, right? You will rest here for the night. I will take you to the sect tomorrow morning."

"But it depends on the arrangements of the seniors."

"Well, our Yixing Pavilion is a major Confucian sect. If you join our sect, you must practice diligently and not neglect it. In addition, our sect's laws are strict, so I hope you will strictly abide by them."

Liang Yan said respectfully: "Junior, please keep this in mind."

Seeing that he was quite sensible, Lin Fei nodded with satisfaction and said, "Go find a private room inside and we'll set off early tomorrow morning."

Liang Yan chose a room in the corner and sat cross-legged to meditate that night, recalling the strange changes in Tianji Pearl last night.

"It seems that the strange idea that prompted me to buy the wooden fish at yesterday's auction should have come from this Tianji Pearl."

"At that time, the Tianji Pearl absorbed a ray of demonic energy from the demon, and four black spheres appeared around it. I could faintly see the word 'devil' lit up on one of them, but then it dimmed."

"It should be that Tianjizhu is not satisfied with this demon, so it only absorbed a ray of demonic energy, but it gave me such pure spiritual power in return, helping me to break through to the second level of Qi training. If I can hunt a more suitable demon, Isn’t that the head?”

Thinking of this, Liang Yan shook his head again. He was only at the second level of qi training, but he wanted to subdue the demon. He was lucky not to be swallowed as blood food. It was simply fantastic.

After Liang Yan calmed down, he took out Chen Chong, Xu Kun and others' storage bags and took stock of the loot. Among these people, Xu Kun was a physical cultivator, and he had few spiritual stones on his body. He did have some medicinal materials for tempering the physical body, but they were all cheap. On the contrary, Chen Chong and Tang Yan were rich, with a total of nearly 150 spiritual stones, and Chen Hu alone had more than 100 spiritual stones, plus what the old monk left for him, Liang Yan Now he has a net worth of more than 300 spiritual stones.

Liang Yan smiled and sorted the materials and utensils in the storage bag into categories. Just continue to sit cross-legged and meditate, consolidating the cultivation you just achieved.

One night passed, and at dawn the next day, a voice message rang in Liang Yan's mind:

"Hurry up and gather at the gate of the compound!"

Liang Yan stood up in a hurry, packed his things, put the storage bag on his waist, pushed the door open and walked towards the entrance of the compound.

There were already three people standing at the entrance of the hospital. In addition to the woman in blue and Lin Fei whom I saw yesterday, there was also a middle-aged man who was fat and dressed outside of an office worker.

When Lin Fei saw Liang Yan's arrival, he nodded slightly to him, then turned to the fat man and said, "The Cuishan Auction has been successfully held. The two of us are going back to the sect to resume our lives. I'll leave it to Fellow Daoist Wang to deal with the aftermath here."

The fat officer laughed and said, "This is my duty, and it should be so. Fellow Daoist Lin, please don't stay out of the house. It's better to return to the sect as soon as possible."

Lin Fei smiled and nodded, turned around and threw a turtle out of the storage bag. The turtle grew when it saw the wind, and in the blink of an eye it was three feet in diameter. It's almost the same as a small boat. Liang Yan looked closely and saw wood grain all over the turtle's body, and there was a "click" sound at the joints. It turned out to be a machine beast.

Lin Fei was the first to jump on the wooden turtle. The woman in blue smiled slightly and made a hand seal with her right hand. A breeze lifted Liang Yan and landed on the wooden turtle. Then she turned over and jumped on the wooden turtle.

The big turtle carried the three people into the air and galloped towards the west.

Yunping Mountain is located in the southwest of Zhao State. It is a towering mountain surrounded by white clouds.

On it, thousands of rocks compete with each other, thousands of valleys compete with streams, the vegetation is green, and the clouds are steaming and the clouds are shining. It is a rare beauty in the world.

Such a beautiful scenery, but not many tourists. According to nearby villagers, Yunping Mountain is covered in heavy fog from halfway up the mountainside, and ordinary people cannot distinguish things after entering it for a moment. Even if experienced hunters go up the mountain, they only dare to hunt at the foot of the mountainside.

Fortunately, people who go up the mountain can't tell the direction, but after going round and round, they always end up walking down the mountain inexplicably, without fear of their lives. Therefore, there are rumors that there are immortals living on Yunping Mountain, and mortals cannot approach them.

At this moment, a wooden boat was floating on a wide river in the mountains. There were three people standing on it. They were a man in Confucian robes, a beautiful woman in blue clothes, and a young man in black clothes. It was Liang Yan and his party.

The wooden boat was transformed from the wooden turtle that was the previous mechanism. Lin Fei, a man in Confucian robes, was standing in the middle of the wooden boat, casting spells to control the movement of the wooden boat. At this moment, something suddenly occurred to him, and he turned to Liang Yan and asked, "Are you curious why I stopped flying here and started sailing in a boat instead?"

Liang Yan scratched his head and smiled: "I really don't know."

Lin Fei said with a serious face: "Because our Yixing Pavilion is an authentic Confucian sect, the etiquette and laws within the sect are strict. This place is very close to the sect. All the disciples around the sect, as long as they have not broken through the foundation building and entered the Juyuan realm, will be Flying is prohibited to show respect for the sect.”

"In addition, there are ritual pavilions and law pavilions in the sect. After you enter the sect, you must first report to these two pavilions. Someone will teach you the rules. You must strictly abide by them. If you violate them, you will be severely punished!"

On the surface, Liang Yan nodded respectfully and said, "Disciple, I understand." However, he felt slightly bored in his heart.

In fact, he has a loose personality and is carefree, and the red tape of Confucianism is not to his liking. However, he knows that Lin Fei is trying to beat himself up, and he is under the roof. If he loses this opportunity, he may never have the opportunity to be an immortal again, and he can only Nodding yes.

When Lin Fei saw this, he nodded with satisfaction, ignored him, and focused on driving the canoe.

As they deepened deeper, the surrounding trees gradually became denser, and the river became wider and wider, with rapid and turbulent water flow. The wooden boat they were driving also began to rise and fall, like a leaf blown by the wind, and it might capsize at any time.

Liang Yan was confused. He heard Lin Fei say before that the sect was nearby, but now in the deep mountains and old forests, how could there be even half a building? Just when I was in shock and doubt, I suddenly saw the mighty water rushing down ahead, and I actually reached a natural waterfall.

Where the waterfall falls, white mist is steaming, and the sound of water is exciting. Even if you can't see the whole picture, you know it must be a majestic and magnificent hanging river. Liang Yan felt anxious and secretly cursed: "Should we just rush down like this?"

In a blink of an eye, the wooden boat arrived at the drop of the hanging river, and Lin Fei raised his hand to play a talisman. The talisman flew through the air and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Then the wooden boat, carrying three people, rushed towards the drop of the waterfall.

Liang Yan's heart rose in his throat, and suddenly a dazzling white light illuminated him, making him unable to see anything. He felt as if he was falling rapidly from mid-air, with nowhere to focus.

The white light came and went quickly. Liang Yan was still trembling with fear when he suddenly felt his feet hit the ground. The white light receded and he could open his eyes again.

At this time, there was no sound of majestic flowing water around him. He was in a winding river with a gentle flow, carrying the wooden boat forward slowly. There is a large lake in front of him, and there are many small rivers like his own around it. Like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, they slowly converge into the large lake in the middle.

Liang Yan looked behind him again. The river was meandering, but there was no shadow of the majestic waterfall just now. It's just that a large white mist appeared at the end of the river in the distance, and it was so vast and endless that there was no end in sight.

Liang Yan took a deep breath and knew that he had arrived at the Holy Land of the Immortal Family. Even though he had been witty and calm since he was young, he couldn't help but feel excited and excited at this moment.

The wooden boat carried the three people forward slowly, and soon they entered the large lake ahead. After walking for half a stick of incense, a broad and majestic valley mouth was revealed in front of everyone.

The valley is magnificent, with two sky-high rock pillars on the left and right, with dragons and phoenixes dancing on them, and two lines of large characters written on them. Liang Yan looked from afar,

I saw the words written on the mountain pillar on the left: "The stars on the chessboard are made from heaven. Who dares to play them?"

On the mountain pillar on the right is: "The earth is a pipa and the rain is a string, who can play it!".

There is also a huge stone exposed in the middle of the lake, facing the entrance of the valley, with the three characters "Yixing Pavilion" written on it.

Liang Yan wanted to take a closer look, but suddenly he felt that the characters on the pillars were jumping out of shape, as if they were about to leap out, and the turning points of the strokes were like sharp axes, which stung his eyes. He hurriedly closed his eyes, not daring to look again.

Lin Fei saw his appearance, smiled slightly, and said: "The poems on the mountain pillars were left by the founder of our sect, Yixing Zhenren. The master's chess formations and unparalleled splendor created the creation of our Yixing Pavilion. It has been passed down for thousands of years and will last forever. The rhyme of his writing is not something that a boy like you, who has just entered the Qi refining stage, can bear." He spoke with great joy, clearly showing great admiration for the sect.

"Thank you, senior, for the tip!" Liang Yan nodded in response.

During the conversation, the canoe had already reached the mouth of the valley. Lin Fei raised his head and said loudly: "Junior Lin Fei, his mission has been completed and he has returned to the sect. I respectfully ask the elders guarding the pavilion to let me go!"

Liang Yan looked up and saw two figures vaguely visible on the rocks at the entrance of the valley. However, they were too high up to see their faces clearly. He probably knew they were two young Confucian scholars, who seemed to be playing chess.

One of the Confucian scholars waved his hand downwards and said: "I know, Mr. Lin, you are really good at picking the time. You interrupted my train of thought. Go in!" After saying that, he waved his hand impatiently and shot out a yellow light, which shot towards In the middle of the valley mouth, there were faintly visible transparent ripples, as if something had been temporarily broken.

Lin Fei bowed respectfully again and said loudly: "Thank you, elder!" Then he led everyone ashore, collected the canoe, and the three of them walked into the valley.