This mountain peak was the main peak of Wudang Mountain. The seventy-two peaks in the east, west, south, and north surrounded the main peak like lotus petals, presenting a bowing and worshipping posture.
Every time he finished cultivating, Chen Changsheng would sit cross-legged on the edge of the cliff and gaze at this wonder.
As the birthday of Wudang Sect's Perfected Zhang was approaching, there was an endless stream of devotees coming up the mountain to burn incense. Strangely enough, ever since Zhang Sanfeng founded the Wudang Sect on Wudang Mountain, the incense offerings had become more and more popular.
Even Shaolin Temple, which had been nurtured for a hundred years, was only so much!
Chen Changsheng had once used telekinesis to observe that Wudang stood in the northwest of the Central Plains, while the destiny of the world flowed from west to east, just like the rolling Yangtze River flowing into the sea. Even if Chen Changsheng had never practiced geomancy, just the spiritual energy of Wudang Mountain was already very impressive.
At this moment, many people from Wudang Mountain were shocked and looked up.
The sea of clouds on the seventy-two peaks boiled and finally swam toward the main peak like seventy-two white dragons.
Hundreds of yellow cranes flew around.
When the pilgrims who witnessed this scene saw this strange phenomenon, someone shouted that Zhenwu Great Emperor had appeared, and hundreds of fearful pilgrims knelt on the ground.
For the ordinary people in the world, if you talked to them about the classics of the saints, the mysterious morality, and the profound Buddhist Dharma, it would usually not be of much benefit. They would usually only like and fear things that were shallow, especially when the clouds above their heads were rolling and the Yellow River was roaring. Who would not be reverent?
Song Yuanqiao, who was at the edge of the cliff, felt his heart surging uncontrollably. He shouted,"Little junior brother, are you an immortal?”
"How should we explain this time?" Mo Shenggu muttered in shock. Ancient books couldn't explain it, and the martial arts world didn't have such martial arts. Was there really a way to surpass mortals in the world?”
The seventy-two peaks faced the top of the mountain, and the yellow crane circled the road.
Hundreds of pilgrims felt as if they were in a fairyland when they saw this scene. It was even more silent. In the vast Wudang Mountain, one could almost hear a pin drop.
"I have to trouble you for a few days. Can you help me go down the mountain?”
The Six Heroes of Wudang saw Chen Changsheng gently caress the feathers of a massive yellow crane.
Meanwhile, the yellow crane was still chirping on the spot.
Following that, it circled around the handsome young man, jumping for joy as if it was responding to him.
"Senior Brothers, tell Master that I will definitely rush back to celebrate his birthday.”
"I'm going."
The young man in a wide, long-sleeved Daoist robe tapped his toes and rode on the yellow crane, looking towards Jiangnan.
Huang He immediately flew out of the cliff and shuttled through the clouds.
"The great roc rises with the wind in one day, soaring up to ninety thousand li.”
Song Yuanqiao praised after a long while.
"If Little Junior Brother is as bright as the sun, you will definitely be invincible when you go and spread the name of Wudang.”
The yellow crane shuttled through the clouds and flew past the Han River in front of the mountain. Its momentum was vigorous as it rushed into the sea.
There were passing ships and pedestrians. It was unknown who saw the yellow crane for the first time. There seemed to be someone sitting on the crane's back.
Someone was there? There really was someone!
This news immediately spread like wildfire. Someone hurriedly walked out of the cabin and looked up. Indeed, they saw an immortal who looked like a Daoist riding a crane to the east.
The ship immediately exploded. When the yellow crane flew over their heads, everyone raised their heads in a daze. They did not dare to speak loudly for fear of startling the people in the sky.
……
The scenery in Jiangnan was good.
I know how much misty rain there is.
It was supposed to be a sunny afternoon in Qiantang River Town, but suddenly, a thick layer of dark clouds covered the sky.
It was as dark as evening.
Crash…
The heavy rain poured down, falling on the roof along the tiles, and soon formed a curtain of rain on the eaves.
A slender figure walked out of the storm unhurriedly. The wind and rain rolled around his body as if they were swallowed up in an instant.
Every step he took on the street was like a blooming water lotus.
This figure was wearing a wide, long-sleeved Daoist robe. There was a red sandalwood hairpin in his hair bun, and he could be said to be a jade tree.
In the wind and rain, people who were rushing or holding umbrellas would always stop when they passed by this person.
There were even some ladies who blushed when they saw him and even took the initiative to open an umbrella for him.
However, this person rejected his good intentions.
"Is this person a fool who would rather be in the rain?”
Someone muttered in his heart.
But what he did not see was that the moment the raindrops landed on Chen Changsheng's body, they would automatically bounce off as if they had landed on a lotus leaf, not touching even the slightest bit of it.
Suddenly, a few slaps sounded.
Water splashed everywhere as three old men in black cloth shoes sped down the street.
If any pedestrian stood in his way, he would push them away.
A few pedestrians on the road were cursing.
However, when he met the old man's fierce gaze, he did not dare to say anything. He could only suppress his curses in his heart.
Among the three, the old man in the middle had an unknown object wrapped in thick black canvas tied to his back.
It seemed that the things inside were very heavy. The old man was pressed down until his body was bent. Every ten steps, he would have to pant a few times.
If it wasn't for the heavy rain, one would definitely be able to see the thick sweat on his forehead.
"Stop!"
"How dare you steal from my Giant Whale Sect? You're courting death!”
……
The voice came from afar.
Some people couldn't hide their curiosity and opened a small window.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw it from afar.
More than 20 people were wearing the same green cloth short shirts and pants. They wore bamboo hats and had bone sabers hanging from their waists.
When someone saw this outfit, their heart pounded violently, and they were extremely afraid.
This was the Giant Whale Sect, one of the four great evil sects of the sea. They burned, killed, and robbed.
If they dared to offend them…
If it was light, they would lose their limbs, and if it was serious, they would sink into the sea on the spot!
For some reason, these three people had offended the Giant Whale Sect. Some people looked at the old man with sympathy.
It was better to meet the living King of Hell than to provoke the Giant Whale Sect!
"Quick, quick, quick. Someone will pick us up after we cross this street. Those in front, get lost!"
The old man on the left wiped his face and shouted.
"Get lost!"
The old man on the right walked in front and shouted. A young lady who was about to open an umbrella for the young man in Taoist robes was pushed away by him.
He flew directly onto the road. His forehead made contact with the road with a bang, and the oil-paper umbrella fell out of his hand.
Seeing such a brutal scene, the pedestrians on the road quickly made way for him out of fear.
However, the man in white was still unhurried.
His steps were very flat, as if every step he took was measured accurately.
The old man on the right was furious and slapped his palm forward.
"Third Brother." The old man in the middle saw something and hurriedly shouted, but he was a step too late.
The old man's hand was already slapping towards the young man.
Suddenly, a tyrannical aura emanated from the youth.
The old man saw the young man turn around and slap his palm. The air seemed to have been blown up in the air, emitting a thunderous boom.
The falling raindrops seemed to have stopped under the punch.
The old man was blasted three feet into the air and then fell three meters away like a kite with a broken string.
"Third Bro!" The other two elders roared, but they didn't dare to make a move.
That punch was terrifying!
"Your oil-paper umbrella."
Chen Changsheng acted as if he was alone. He lightly picked up the oilpaper umbrella and gently handed it to the woman on the ground.
The woman's eyes were filled with gratitude, and her heart was beating wildly.
However, Chen Changsheng did not linger on the woman. His snow-white eyes swept across the entire place, and finally landed on the old man carrying the black canvas.
"gyrfalcon, I've been waiting for you for a few days.”
Decheng's heart jumped.
He suddenly had an ominous premonition.
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