Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

"Rumble!"

The volcano erupted, and the earth shook.

The mouth of the valley collapsed, blocking the exit. Rain poured down, accumulating in the valley, forming a huge barrier lake.

Time passed, vitality flourished, and greenery covered the mountains. In the dense forest, wild beasts roared.

One day, a trickle of water emerged from the cracks in the rocks and flowed down the mountain. The barren land gradually became moist, and the earth gradually put on a green coat.

Unbeknownst to when, a group of savages walked out of the mountains, cultivated fields, planted crops, built houses, and gathered into villages.

The land prospered, and towns were scattered like stars.

……

Zhang Yuanjing seemed to have a dream, dreaming of this seemingly ordinary but meaningful scene, a thousand years, ten thousand years, passed in the blink of an eye.

Where he stood was beside a mountain stream. The stream was shallow, and fish could be seen swimming. They saw Zhang Yuanjing and were not afraid, still playing and frolicking among the rocks.

This place seemed familiar.

He turned around and looked downstream, and there was indeed a village, with cooking smoke curling up, a scene of mountain dwelling at dusk.

It was not exactly the same as the mountain village where he lived in his childhood memories. However, Zhang Yuanjing could not suppress the excitement in his heart and strode down the mountain.

He wanted to walk faster, but he couldn't mobilize a trace of magic power at all. However, his body still maintained its original strength, and he walked like flying on the rugged mountain path.

About half an hour later, he descended to a dam halfway up the mountain, where the village was built.

The mountain stream had become a small river here, and more than twenty wooden and stone houses were tightly clustered on both sides of the river.

On both sides of the houses, there was cultivated land, planted with crops.

"You're back, my dear!" A young woman in her twenties greeted him from afar, with tears on her face and red eyes, and said in a tone that was both reproachful and happy, "I thought you really wanted to go into the mountains to cultivate and didn't want me anymore!"

Zhang Yuanjing looked at this strong, dark-skinned, and ordinary-looking young woman in astonishment, and couldn't remember who she was or who he was.

"My dear, what's wrong with you! Could it be, could it be that you didn't find the immortal master and encountered the Yellow Devil?" The woman was frightened when she saw Zhang Yuanjing's distraught appearance and asked loudly.

Zhang Yuanjing muttered: "What immortal master? Where is there an immortal master? Who am I? Where is this? Who are you?"

He didn't actually want to ask these questions, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he unconsciously blurted out these questions.

The woman immediately shouted: "Mother, mother, come quickly! Yin Lang has gone mad!"

Relying on the outermost house, the side wooden door "bang" opened from the inside, and a fifty-year-old woman walked over quickly.

She grabbed Zhang Yuanjing's right hand, her old yellow face full of worry: "Child, come home with mother. Where are there immortals in the mountains? They are all evil things pretending to be ghosts. You've been gone for more than half a month, and Mei'er has been washing her face with tears all day long. If it weren't for your mother stopping her, she would have gone into the mountains to find you."

She dragged Zhang Yuanjing, babbling in her mouth, sometimes blaming him for abandoning his parents, wife, and children to seek some illusory immortal path, and sometimes talking about how there was not much rain this year, and the harvest would be affected, asking him to work at home with peace of mind and take care of the crops.

Zhang Yuanjing wanted to break free from her and leave this place.

However, as soon as this thought arose, he felt that it was inappropriate, as if he would encounter great danger, so he simply let the old woman pull him into the house.

The house was not big, the middle was the living room, and there were bedrooms on both sides. Inside the living room, there were also the east kitchen and the utility room.

On the simple wooden chair in the living room, sat an old man in his fifties, with a wrinkled face, black and red, teasing a half-year-old baby.

When the baby saw Zhang Yuanjing, his big eyes immediately lit up, and he stretched out two round arms, babbling in his mouth, asking him to hug him.

Zhang Yuanjing stepped forward, picked up the baby, and lifted him up. The baby immediately giggled.

The old man looked at Zhang Yuanjing, smiled, didn't say a word, and got up and went to the east kitchen.

"Guo'er missed his father! Look how happy you are." The young woman showed a gentle smile and reached out to scratch the child's bulging cheeks.

Zhang Yuanjing had learned his lesson from before and stopped talking. However, none of the family felt strange, they just talked to him and didn't ask him to answer.

In this way, he lived here. Every day, he worked with the old man and the young woman, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.

Zhang Yuanjing gradually forgot many things, only the Bi hexagram and the hexagram image were always clearly engraved in his mind.

One afternoon, he was resting in the living room. Guo'er rushed in from outside and shouted: "Father, an immortal master is here, an immortal master is here! You go and see!"

Zhang Yuanjing was a little confused and didn't know what an immortal master was. However, he still went out with Guo'er immediately, because he suddenly felt in his heart that this matter was very important.

Walking more than ten feet into the village, he saw a large circle of people gathered by the small river, near the old village chief's big locust tree.

Taking a closer look, he saw a middle-aged man with a square face and long eyes standing in the crowd, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a colorful round stone in his hand. The stone rotated on its own, occasionally shining a ray of light on the microscopic crowd.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy asked: "Taoist priest, Taoist priest, that light just shone on me, can I cultivate immortality?"

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head expressionlessly: "Only one ray of light is far from enough. Even if you barely go to practice, it is a waste of time."

Another young man in his twenties asked: "Taoist priest, what about me? There are two rays of light."

The middle-aged Taoist showed a shallow smile: "Barely satisfactory. If you are willing to abandon your wife and children and follow me into the deep mountains to practice, you can achieve some success."

The young man hesitated for a moment and said: "Allow me to go back and discuss it with my family."

The middle-aged Taoist's expression turned cold and said: "Since you have no Dao heart, then you have no缘 with me."

Zhang Yuanjing looked at this person and only felt very familiar. He thought about it, but he couldn't call out his name.

At this time, the colorful round stone in the Taoist's hand suddenly shot out a light and shone on him.

Zhang Yuanjing was blinded by the strong light and immediately closed his eyes, raising his arms to block his eyes.

The surrounding people exclaimed: "Five lights shining together, five lights shining together! Yin Dalang is amazing, amazing!"

Zhang Yuanjing was shocked and immediately felt a inexplicable danger descending. He squinted at the Taoist priest through his arm.

But he saw the Taoist staring at him, with fierceness clearly hidden in his eyes.

"This poor Taoist has traveled over mountains and ridges, searching all over this壶中世界, and finally found you. Let's go, come back to the mountain with me!"

A powerful binding force descended from the sky, tying Zhang Yuanjing tightly.

He looked down and saw a jade belt, emitting a faint white light. No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

The onlookers scattered as if their butts were burned by fire, shouting "The immortal master is taking people away!", jumping and running away.

Only Guo'er, the kid, tightly grabbed Zhang Yuanjing's lapel with his right hand, crying and shouting: "Don't take my father away! Don't take him! Wuwuwu!"