Chapter 348 Zhenwu Dangmo Tianzun

Wei Yuan sat cross-legged atop the old turtle, already faintly sensing the formation of a great karma. The ripples of yin and yang began to spread once more. Even with the Xuanhei Zhuoshi Flag suppressing them, it was completely impossible to stop now. That violent state was almost like a tsunami.

Wei Yuan gazed at the continuously surging ripples of yin and yang before him—

He fell into contemplation.

Why? Why does just quietly staying in the mountains lead to the creation of so much karma?

This isn't scientific.

Nor is it mystical.

Accompanying the increase in karma, this avatar of Wei Yuan would become more powerful. Simultaneously, it would become more conspicuous and easily detected by that great yin-yang tribulation.

It was probably that Wei Yuan had clearly already left the Sea of Yin and Yang, and because he was transformed from a wisp of divine thought, he was extremely weak in the judgment of the inanimate Sea of Yin and Yang. The impact of the yin-yang laws he received was minimal, almost at an entertainment level.

But now, with more karma, this avatar's strength was increasing, making it more conspicuous within the Sea of Yin and Yang. This led to a constant surge in the yin-yang ripples falling down. Wei Yuan rubbed his brow, looking at the yin-yang laws before him—

If he were submerged, this body of his would probably turn into yin and yang qi on the spot. He himself would return to the Sea of Yin and Yang, directly facing the tribulation. He didn't want to be soaking in the yin-yang tribulation while waiting for the Eight Immortals.

Unfortunately, the speed of the yin-yang tribulation's ripples was already too fast for even the turtle-snake to swallow.

And Wei Yuan didn't plan to raise any more exotic beasts.

Each additional exotic beast meant an additional share of karma.

Each additional share of karma would cause the number of yin-yang law ripples surging over to increase again.

A zero-sum game, with no day of peace.

Wei Yuan glanced at the yin and yang qi remaining in the void, then shook his head, deciding to ignore it.

He casually took a bean and cast a Yellow Turban Warrior Protection Curse.

He handed the Xuanhei Zhuoshi Flag to the Yellow Turban Warrior to hold, using it to suppress the yin-yang ripples now rippling around. Then, he freed up both hands to unravel the yin-yang laws before him, instead of leisurely using only one finger as before.

Raising his hand, he shattered another stream of yin-yang qi, causing the law ripples transformed into a soaring dragon to collapse into yin and yang qi. The turtle-snake no longer had the strength to swallow them, so they had to let these two strands of yin and yang qi fall. Perhaps it was because he had been doing this for too long, that Wei Yuan had almost become skilled at dismantling yin and yang qi. He no longer had the headache he had when he first encountered it.

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Down the mountain—

It was only autumn now. A great autumn rain had fallen a few days ago, and the trees all over the mountain had dropped a thick layer of bitter leaves, sticking to the mud. It was already quite difficult to walk on the flat ground, let alone climb the mountain. People would slip and fall with every step, covered in cuts and bruises, in a sorry state.

But today, someone was still climbing the mountain.

One of them, dressed in Daoist attire, not only didn't find it hard, but was also in high spirits, reciting aloud, "With bamboo staff and straw sandals, I travel better than on horseback. Whom do I fear? Let me live my life in a misty rain." This was a famous verse by Su University Scholar from a hundred years ago, and it was quite fitting for this moment.

However, the soldier leading the way was miserable.

Building a temple for the turtle-snake in the mountains was already considered a heretical and evil sacrifice in the eyes of those scholar-officials. Fortunately, they had manifested and solved the local epidemic, which saved these soldiers who built the temple from a beating.

But, but who knew if the general had a brain cramp or something.

He actually treated this matter as an auspicious sign of the Great Song Dynasty and sent it to the higher-ups.

What was deadly was that the general made a boast, and the emperor took it seriously.

What was even more deadly was that after the emperor took it seriously, he actually sent someone to investigate it.

This made these soldiers a little numb.

They knew their own affairs.

How could there be any Xuanwu? Xuanwu had a turtle's body and a snake's tail, but the exotic beast they had seen before was two, not to mention that the general, in order to brag, also said that Xuanwu had cultivated for thousands of years and had already transformed into a human form.

Oh mother, how bitter!

But where could they find a True Warrior in human form to come back?!

Seeing that the mistake that was originally just building a shrine in the army was about to head straight for the ridiculously large matter of deceiving the emperor, the man leading the way felt a chill down his back. He immediately said with a dry smile, "Daoist priest, I think we should come back another time, right?"

"There was a big storm in the mountains a few days ago."

"I think this True Warrior Lord doesn't want to show his face."

"Besides, isn't this divine auspicious sign real?"

The Daoist priest smiled and glanced at the soldier, smiling and saying, "The official's order is for me to see this True Warrior and then sculpt a statue for him. What, does this one have any thoughts about the official's order? It's okay, speak them."

The brave soldier's scalp went numb, and he repeatedly said that he wouldn't dare.

The Daoist priest swept the horsetail whisk in his hand and draped it over his arm. Although he looked young, like someone who had been pampered, his footsteps were even stronger than those of the brave soldiers who trained every day. He himself was a member of the Zhang family, a young cultivator on Dragon Tiger Mountain, who should have been wearing purple robes.

Every day, he tasted tea and discussed Dao on Dragon Tiger Mountain, and associated with dignitaries and elegant scholars.

He observed the purple qi coming from the east and looked at the myriad phenomena of the stars, how carefree and comfortable.

The reason for coming down the mountain was only because the Divine Firmament Sect was now valued by the court.

This time, he came here not only on official orders.

It also involved the dispute between the Divine Firmament Sect and the Dragon Tiger Mountain's Daoist orthodoxy, to see who was the leader of the Daoist gate in the present world. Dragon Tiger Mountain had existed since the Han Dynasty, and now only the Divine Firmament Sect still relied on its previous foundation to be able to check and balance Dragon Tiger Mountain.

As for the others, although there were many schools of Daoism, such as Weiming, and the Quanzhen sect that was thriving in the north, they were not worth mentioning.

This time, he was only here to complete the official's order. If he could do it well enough, he could establish a Daoist temple here and then use this merit to both support Dragon Tiger Mountain and accumulate external merit. When he returned to the mountain, he might be able to see the position of Dragon Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master.

His plans were very deep, but he didn't show it on his face. He just smiled and said:

"However, if you can't find it, you can't blame you."

"During the Tang Dynasty, there was *Youyang Zazu*, which said: 'During the Taihe period, Zhu Daoshi traveled to Mount Lu and saw a coiled snake like a pile of brocade between the stream stones, which suddenly turned into a giant turtle. He asked the mountain old man, who said it was Xuanwu manifested.'"

"This place was a watery place in ancient times, and it is more than a thousand miles away from Mount Lu."

"If Xuanwu is not here, it seems understandable, but although I am like this, the official may not be."

The Daoist priest spoke with a smile.

But the brave soldier leading the way felt his scalp go numb, knowing that this young Daoist priest had probably guessed the truth. The other side said that he didn't care, but the official might not, wasn't this meaning… as long as he found a 'True Warrior God' who could cope with the errand?

Since he was sent to lead the way, he was naturally a resourceful oil-slick soldier.

After all, even the general who boasted didn't expect that he would just brag, so why did the official believe it?! Not only did he believe it, but he even sent someone down?! If he were replaced by someone with a piece of iron in his head, he would probably explain everything in a few words, and then he would probably have to explain it too.

However, although he heard the Daoist priest's implication, where could he find a decent-looking person in this wilderness who could be regarded as a True Warrior?

Although this brave soldier was resourceful, he was still in the barracks, and he didn't know that the Daoist priest meant that he could fabricate one. He led him around in this mountain seriously, but it had just rained heavily a few days ago. In the middle of the mountain, the rain rose again, and the two found a place to shelter from the rain.

When the sun set, they encountered another violent storm!

The rain poured down like water columns, surging and terrifying, detonating the mountain torrents. The flood swept away dead branches, fallen leaves, and mountain rocks, crashing down like an earth dragon. The brave soldier stepped on empty ground and was almost washed away by the flood.

The young Daoist priest moved his hand, and the horsetail whisk swept out violently, acting as a soft weapon like a grappling hook.

He directly hooked the soldier's wrist and pulled him back with force. The brave soldier, who was over forty years old and had a stubble, cursed a few Jin Dynasty swear words. After careful questioning, he found out that this brave soldier had originally broken through the Jin people's defense line with Xin Qiji more than twenty years ago and returned to the Han people.

At that time, he was young and high-spirited, and fifty people dared to charge into an army of fifty thousand.

Now, although Lord Xin has returned, he is not important, but is suppressed.

Even the warriors who followed Xin Qiji in those years were all old. However, the rain splashed on his face, making him a clever man, and he had a few of the sharp and brave spirits of those years at the critical moment of life and death. However, bravery was useless in the face of such a natural disaster. His knife could cut off the head of the Jin people, but it could not cut open this water flow.

He immediately looked at the young Daoist priest with a few pleading looks and said, "Daoist priest, is there any way?"

The Daoist priest just smiled bitterly. Not to mention that this young Daoist priest was a Qi practitioner, even those Daoist priests with higher qualifications could only sigh in the face of such power of heaven and earth.

The young Daoist priest, who should have been able to wear purple robes because of his ancestral foundation, looked at his embarrassed appearance.

"It's a pity, I'm afraid I'm going to die here with the strong man today."

The brave soldier gritted his teeth and hesitated for a while, but he still refused to speak.

He knew that his two friends were extremely powerful and could help them cross this disaster, but once they saved people, the true appearance of these two would inevitably attract the covetousness of those court nobles and purple-robed Daoist dignitaries. Besides, that was not Xuanwu, but two big monsters.

If Dragon Tiger Mountain knew…

The brave soldier refused to speak. At this time, the mountain rain turned into a mountain torrent, knocking down pieces of stone. In the midst of the crashing sound, the turbid yellow torrent mixed with gravel and trees with sharp ends, and poured down towards them like a divine power.

"Bad!"

"My life is over!"

The two faces turned pale suddenly.

Along with the roaring sound, the torrent like the power of the gods fell, but suddenly it was torn apart in the next moment. Then a huge black snake slowly stood up, and the turbid yellow water fell from the gaps in the staggered scales like a waterfall. Each scale was like a huge bluestone, showing a turbid yellow and bloody beauty under the setting sun. In the pupils, there was actually a faint glow of starlight.

The giant snake roared, and the mountain flood was actually calmed down. Suddenly, the golden light was great, and a flag rose into the sky. The thick cloud layer covering thousands of miles spread out layer by layer, and the thousands of miles of cloud qi dissipated in one day. On this day, the young Daoist priest widened his eyes and saw a Daoist priest standing on the head of the giant snake.

The Daoist priest murmured to himself: "True Warrior… the Great Emperor?"

The soldiers under the mountain finally managed to climb up the mountain and find the two.

After this day, this direct descendant of Dragon Tiger Mountain never returned to Dragon Tiger Mountain again. He built a Daoist temple here and truly began to practice. This place also became the place where the True Warrior Great Emperor was first enshrined.

This matter was spread to Lin'an City, and it was amazing. Literati and poets wrote it into books for this purpose, which was passed down to later generations.

*Yunlu Man Chao*, written by Zhao Yanwei of the Southern Song Dynasty, said: "Xuanwu was originally the god of the north, and he avoided the taboo and changed it to True Warrior. Later, the Liquan Temple was built, and the turtle and snake were obtained. The Daoist priests thought that True Warrior had manifested. From then on, the worship became more strict. His painted image has disheveled hair, black clothes, holds a sword, steps on a turtle and a snake, and the follower holds a black flag."

That is why he is the True Warrior Demon Subduing Heavenly Venerable, the earliest record.

ps: Today's first update………