MC Bookstore Chapter 103 Three Inches of the Human World, I Have Been Here, Zhang Wudang
Chapter 103 Three Inches of the Human World, I Have Been Here, Zhang Wudang
The Medicine Immortal Society is a cult composed of Gu practitioners.
The Gu Master is an evolved branch of the ancient [Witchcraft]. For a Gu Master, [Gu] is an extremely special existence, capable of communicating with heaven and earth, wielding divine power, and healing or harming people...
However, some Gu masters believe that everything in the world is made of Gu, so they yearn to control Gu in order to gain power that reaches the heavens and the earth.
The Medicine Immortal Society is such an organization. They have been active in the southern border region for a long time. After a long period of research, they have perfected their own theory, which is called the "Gu Body Saint Child".
Each creation of a Gu-body Saint Child requires gathering forty-nine exceptionally gifted infants and subjecting them to a closed and annihilating training process.
This erases the innate consciousness and acquired common sense of these infants as human beings, turning them into beings with only human bodies but no human nature.
These children, purer than a blank sheet of paper, are able to coexist harmoniously with the Gu, thus becoming the so-called "Gu-bodied Saint Children".
The probability of creating a Gu-body Saint Child is already extremely low, so the Medicine Immortal has been secretly stealing and abducting infants everywhere.
Although such crimes are concealed, if they are large enough, the company will naturally follow the clues and come knocking on the door.
Three years ago, the company mobilized personnel from several regions to encircle and annihilate the Yaoxian Society. Although they achieved remarkable success, some members still managed to escape.
The vast mountains and forests of southern Xinjiang were once the private domain of Gu Masters, a place that other sects could not and did not want to interfere with.
It's normal for the company to overlook something like this.
Moreover, Gu Masters are fanatical in their pursuit of Gu. As long as there are still people who covet the Gu-bodied Holy Child, the remnants will never be extinguished.
The Gu Master killed by Lü Qian was a remnant of the Medicine Immortal Society. Still harboring treacherous intentions, he took advantage of the calm before turning his attention to hidden places in Sichuan.
Lü Qian happened to encounter this sneaky thief while traveling, which is how he managed to make a gain.
"Never mind, let's notify the company first."
He took the child from the bamboo basket into his arms, and with a wave of his right hand, picked up the broken skull of the Gu Master, put it back in the bamboo basket, covered it, and then moved through the woods under the cover of night.
As night fell, Lü Qian arrived at a secluded company courier contact point, waiting for the handover.
The matter was of great importance, and the people in the Southwest region dared not neglect it. Those who remained at the liaison point went to the scene to clean up the mess.
After the handover was completed, Lü Qian continued his travels, observing the myriad phenomena of the world and feeling the stirrings of the heart.
Those children were saved because of his journey, and perhaps that is one of the meanings of his travels, and one of the meanings of his life.
I have been here, I have seen it, and I acted on my impulses.
Butterflies may be small, but they can stir up hurricanes; waves may be small, but they can create towering waves.
Thinking of this, Lü Qian suddenly felt enlightened, realizing that the world and the road beneath his feet were boundless, yet only a tiny square inch in size.
Vast and boundless, yet seemingly confined to a mere three inches.
"Hahaha......"
In the mountains and forests, Lü Qian suddenly laughed loudly, his right hand pointing with his sword, and the wooden sword on his back shot straight into the sky before falling rapidly back down.
The wooden sword, gleaming with golden light, danced through the mountains and forests, its movements complementing Lü Qian's simple and unadorned fist techniques.
"The human world is vast within three inches, yet the vast universe is small within."
"The world is boundless, but it reveals my true self."
"If this humble Taoist sees me, you may return to the mountain!"
As he spoke, he flipped and flew up, stepping on the wooden sword to face the swirling mountain wind, riding the wind on his sword.
Lu Qian stood on a flying sword, his Taoist robe billowing in the wind, his sash fluttering, exuding the air of a carefree sword immortal.
The flying sword darted and weaved in the sky, disappearing into the northern horizon in the blink of an eye.
……
On Longhu Mountain, the old Celestial Master, who was teaching Ding Shian, suddenly had a sudden inspiration.
"Stop, Shima An, that's enough for today. I have other matters to attend to."
As he spoke, an anxious look appeared on his face, and he vanished from the spot in a flash, as swiftly as a centenarian.
Ding Shian dispelled the golden light spell on his body and looked in the direction where the old celestial master had left with some doubt, but this doubt was quickly replaced by fervor.
He sought personal security and aspired to be the safest person. He had previously visited many schools and gained a great deal, but those masters were far inferior to the supreme master, the Old Celestial Master.
The old master brought him a completely new experience, not only in terms of cultivation level, but also in terms of cultivation experience and perspective.
Now his goal is no longer empty; he has a tangible objective ahead of him, which gives his efforts direction and transforms his own path.
The pinnacle? I will!
Ding Shian stared intently in the direction the old Celestial Master had left, then turned to search for Rong Shan.
This ninth disciple of the old Celestial Master specializes in cultivating life force and the Golden Light Mantra, making him arguably the best sparring partner on Mount Longhu.
On the road to the summit, one needs not only teachers and goals, but also companions to test one's cultivation.
……
Leaving aside Ding Shian's lofty ambitions, the old Celestial Master hurriedly returned to his small courtyard on the back mountain.
A dark shadow flashed by, and the courtyard gate and the door to the house were all tightly shut. The figure of the old celestial master suddenly appeared on the futon in the room.
He closed his eyes to meditate, and then suddenly opened them again.
His eyes, which were usually squinted into slits, were wide open, and a feeling of shock surged deep within them.
"Damn, these Quanzhen people are really bold! That's their patriarch, a true master!"
The old master stretched out his hand and began to calculate incessantly, various thoughts repeatedly unfolding in his mind as his fingers moved.
"Chongyang Palace, Chunyang Palace, Baiyun Temple, Jiuding Tiesha Mountain..."
As he chanted in a low voice, he deduced Lü Qian's trail backwards.
The old master's fingers moved rapidly, creating afterimages in his palms, but as time passed, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and the speed of his finger movements gradually slowed down until he stopped.
"Baiyun Temple... no, not that, it's... Wudang!"
With a thought, the old master revealed the results of his deductions.
Just as he was about to continue his deduction, his blood suddenly rushed to his head, and his cheeks flushed red.
"With so many layers of concealment, has that kid met the patriarch?"
The old master suppressed his surging blood and qi, immediately shook his hand and stopped calculating. His face was full of shock, but it quickly turned into a look of annoyance.
"Oh dear, why did I have to have an epiphany at this crucial moment? It's not far from my Longhu Mountain, what's wrong with taking a few more steps?"
"I'm also missing a patriarch, why don't you come and take a look?"
He covered his face, feeling extremely frustrated. "It's all over so easily, and they even went straight back to Wudang Mountain. They didn't even leave me a chance!"
"Those old friends of Quanzhen are really something, keeping things so well hidden. It's a good thing that I used to share everything with them whenever there was any news."
The old Celestial Master sat cross-legged on the futon, unable to contain his frustration, pounding his chest and stamping his feet in despair. His expression was as if he had missed out on millions, lamenting, "What a loss! What a loss!"
"No, I can't stand this. I have to find Zhou Meng to vent my anger."
He pulled out his phone from his pocket, quickly found Zhou Meng's contact information, and pressed the call button hard.
"Beep... Hello, the number you dialed is currently switched off..."