Chapter 25: Immortal Feathered Man, Double-Pupil Tang Xian (Seeking Follow-Up Reading)

"Do you know about winged people?"

"What are winged people?"

Ai Xiru didn't dare to believe what Xu Xuan said. In his eyes, the Far East was just a remote corner of the world. The West was the center of the world, and the technology of the West far surpassed that of the Ming Dynasty.

When a person came here, there was no gospel left by God in this place.

"Chu Ci·Yuanyou": "Still the winged people in Danqiu, stay in the old hometown of immortality." Winged people are people with wings, that is, angels in your mouth. You can read ancient books or look at the patterns on ancient palaces."

Winged people include winged people holding festivals, winged people in Danding, winged people playing with tigers, and winged people playing with dragons, etc.

"If that's the case, it can't prove that the angels came from the East."

Xu Xuan said again:

"In ancient times, the White Emperor Shaohao was in charge of the West. He was also called the King of Birds, Shangbai, and used birds as officials. Most of these winged people were Shaohao's subordinates. As for why I said that angels came from the East, can you in the West become winged people by practicing on your own?"

"The so-called Yueshu and Gabriel are just people who have embarked on the path of practice. I am a qigong practitioner and also a member of the way of longevity."

This religion stole the name of the Shang God, making people mistakenly believe that God came from the West.

Therefore, it was able to spread quickly.

To be fair, if it was not translated into God, but replaced with some coconut god or Yishu God. Can it spread so fast now?

In this case, Xu Xuan did the opposite and used the gods of China to force their beliefs.

Laozi converted the Hu people and turned the Hu religion into the local religion, and then dumped it back.

Others couldn't help but believe that in the last days, the fact that he could have supernatural powers was the biggest proof.

No matter how much they boast, they are not as good as their own magical powers.

Controlling the Church is equivalent to controlling most of the West.

"Western White Emperor... white, feathered people..."

Ai Xiru muttered to himself, with a look of shattered faith.

Everything is too coincidental. The records of encountering feathered people here are much earlier than theirs. Shaohao, the king of birds, even controls the feathered people in the world.

Is Shaohao the master?

Shaohao is one of the ancestors of China, which means that China is the true descendant of God.

"Are you willing to become the Pope and set things right in the future?" At this time, Xu Xuan interrupted Ai Xiru's thinking.

Ai Xiru had no time to think, and knelt down to accept the order: "I am willing."

"You will be the leader of the White Emperor Sect in the future."

The two discussed for three hours.

Successfully localized the Hu Sect, the White Emperor Shaohao, and various bird officials, practitioners, etc.

Since the spread of this religion cannot be stopped, Xu Xuan can't kill all the people who believe in it. It's better to localize it and use the power here for his own use.

The next morning.

Everyone went to Yunlu Palace on Yuelu Mountain.

In the evening.

Yunlu Temple, Yunlu Palace.

The color of the mountain is evenly divided, and the river flows around.

The palace is located in Yuelu Mountain, and it is known as "going straight up Yunlu for three thousand feet to see the millions of families in Changsha".

There are pine and cypress trees planted around, and the morning mist is filled. The palace complex is looming, like a place for gods and men.

The highest building is called Wangxiang Tower.

The Taoists believe that the higher the building is, the closer to the gods, and the easier it is to practice.

On the rooftop platform, a middle-aged Taoist with a refined appearance holds a sword and uses various sword moves. His figure is as graceful as a crane.

A set of sword moves is used, and the breath is not disordered, and there is no sweat.

Pa Pa Pa... applause came from the side.

"Master Li has good kung fu."

An old man dressed as a Confucian scholar appeared here.

"I don't deserve it, it's just a way to keep healthy."

Li Jianxing put away his sword and sat down with Sun Bing to make tea.

Since Sun Bing was dismissed by Chongzhen, he has been practicing Taoism in the mountains.

Li Jianxing took a sip of the tea bowl and praised: "West Lake Longjing before the Qingming Festival, good stuff."

"Can the ancients really ascend to heaven?" Sun Bing suddenly asked.

"I believe that the ancients could become immortals. The reason why modern people can't is that they can't master the true practice." Li Jianxing smiled bitterly.

As the master of a temple, Li Jianxing really believes in Taoism.

He is also unwilling to cheat like other Taoists. When there are dignitaries seeking immortality, he also bluntly said that he does not know magic.

He will not falsely report his age and say that he is 95 instead of 45.

If it weren't for the great reputation of Yunlu Temple, they would have starved to death long ago.

Even so, Li Jianxing still has no regrets and is devoted to Taoism.

This is the persistence of the family for many years.

Fathers, grandfathers, and generations going back, they are still working hard.

Whoosh!

At this time, a strong wind blew, the clouds and mists were pushed aside, and the sky was visible.

At this time, Sun Bing accidentally caught a glimpse of a person in the clouds.

"This... there is a person!!"

Li Jianxing followed Sun Bing's gaze.

The rosy clouds were thousands of feet high, and the golden clouds were like dragons. Among them, there was a white-clothed god walking on the clouds. The evening rosy clouds seemed like the afterglow of the Dharma Ending Age.

Li Jianxing was not as excited as Sun Bing.

Even if he didn't achieve anything after years of cultivation, he still had the skills to nourish his qi.

Even so, his eyes were still slightly moist.

After years of searching for the way, I have proved that I am not on the wrong path. Cultivating the way is not the sweet talk of a liar or the fantasy of a madman.

The god landed on the platform. He looked young and had a fairy-like temperament.

If you can tell a person is extraordinary by his appearance.

You can look at the eyes, which are clean and bright; you can look at the teeth, which are neat and white; you can look at the body, which is smooth and natural; you can look at the breath, which is free of sweat and bad breath.

This is the pure and quiet body of the immortal.

"Greetings to the god!" Sun Bing bowed excitedly.

Li Jianxing stood up, bowed and said, "Li Jianxing, the ninth generation master of Yunlu Temple, greets the immortal. May I know what his name is?"

"Xu Xuan, the Heavenly Master of Chenzhou. Please stand up. I am not an immortal, but a qigong practitioner. This time I came here to borrow books."

Li Jianxing was about to say that he could join Yunlu Temple, but he changed his mind and gave up.

Xu Tianshi walked in the front. Even the first generation of the temple master did not have such magical powers. Not to mention taking disciples on behalf of ancestors, it was almost the same for his ancestors to be disciples.

"Tianshi, please check it out."

Li Jianxing had nothing to hide. In recent years, many dignitaries had borrowed books, and he let everyone look at them.

This time, a real god came, maybe he could get some advice.

Everyone was about to go down, and Sun Bing followed behind, probably wanting to get familiar with his face.

At this time, the Taoist priest came up from downstairs.

"There is a foreign monk who wants to see you."

"Ai Xiru, I came here with him." Xu Xuan roughly told what happened.

"So that's how it is. This foreign monk is quite predestined." Li Jianxing smiled.

Everyone gathered together, and Ai Xiru talked about the White Emperor Sect.

"Haha, I said that the Eastern Feathered People mostly overlap with the Western Angels. Your so-called Supreme Lord is just the White Emperor who controls the West. There are four more people like him in China."

Sun Bing laughed.

Even the Western monks who were full of heresy recognized Xu Tianshi as their master, and the two of them were more convinced of him.

A group of people came to the Sutra Library, and Li Jianxing introduced:

"My lineage is passed down from Quanzhen, but I don't abide by Quanzhen precepts. The ancestor is a disciple of Xie Ziran, a flying fairy in the Tang Dynasty."

Li Jianxing pointed to the mural on the wall.

The mural showed a picture of a woman ascending to heaven. What surprised Xu Xuan was that the woman had double pupils.

Xie Ziran was the only person who ascended to heaven in a hundred days according to official history, unofficial history, and notes and novels, and there were tens of thousands of witnesses.

But according to Xu Xuan's calculations, the spiritual energy disappeared as early as the pre-Qin period.

What's going on?

Xu Xuan read the classics for three days and three nights.

The main method of this temple is fake. Maybe it was real before, but too many things were added by later generations and tampered with randomly.

Only three methods and a book of alchemy knowledge were found. There is no need to fake this. Alchemy is more scientific like alchemy. Some phenomena of alchemy are not imagined by people.

There are also two water and fire spells, the northern clear water spell and the southern true fire spell.

"Maybe it can be used to make pills."

After that, Xu Xuan lived in Yunlu Temple.

As time passed, the Li family in the mirror world came to an end.