Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 562 - 276: Dragon Toad Treasure Qi! Dragon Tiger Daoist, Immortal Technique (Part 3)

"I don’t know why, suddenly accepting a closed-door disciple? The door is already closed, how can it be closed again? Transcendent Zhenren is truly impressive," Qi Dongqiang couldn’t help but say.

"Shut up, is Transcendent Zhenren someone you can speak about so recklessly?" Qi Delong admonished.

"Is Xia Weisheng very special?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

"Of course she’s special. She was taken as a disciple by Transcendent Zhenren at the age of twelve. Do you know how against the odds her fate is?" Qi Delong said in a deep voice.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Zhang Fan’s gaze became fixed, and he saw in the mountain recess not far ahead, a small temple uncovered among the grass and trees.

"It wasn’t here the last time we came...."

"Brother, it must have emerged just now due to the earthquake," Qi Dongqiang said in a deep voice.

"This is..." Zhang Fan pondered, as if he had guessed something.

"This is the shrine... the large tomb is just below it, originally a place for placing coffins," Qi Delong said gravely.

"Finally found it," Zhang Fan took a deep breath.

If Toad Treasure Mountain really nurtured a spirit embryo, it should be within this great tomb, which was occupied by that mysterious Daoist hundreds of years ago.

"Let’s go!"

The two exchanged a look and moved forward to the shrine with mutual understanding, pushing aside rocks and plants until they found the rusty large door.

This shrine was originally buried underground, and over time, the moss-covered rusty door was revealed.

Zhang Fan gave it a gentle push, and the loose door swung open, releasing a cold and earthy scent, mixed with a faint incense fragrance.

The shrine was not large, inside it resembled a Daoist temple, with a suspended coffin enshrined at the altar, flanked by bronze statues of cranes and pines, holding whale oil lamps that had never extinguished.

"That’s special lamp oil made from whale oil, a lamp can burn for hundreds of years without dying out," Qi Delong explained in a deep voice.

"Is that the Daoist’s coffin?" Zhang Fan looked up at the coffin, hanging mid-air with heavy chains, feeling an unusual sensation arise.

It was the first time he had seen a coffin positioned like this.

"That’s a false coffin, also a symbolic coffin... A suspended coffin symbolizes ascension to the Heavens, not touching the ground, with the hope of ascending..." Qi Delong explained in a deep voice.

In ancient times, Daoists would go into the mountains to cultivate, and many would establish suspended coffins after achieving transcendence, symbolizing their ascension to Immortality.

In Ba and Shu, there are still quite a few of such relics.

"Look..."

Qi Delong walked to the side, noticing wall paintings that were mottled and silent, with colors faded, many parts already peeling, and strange writings all around.

"What script is this?" Zhang Fan asked, perplexed.

"In ancient times, Daoists created special scripts to transmit teachings and techniques while preventing outsiders from understanding them. Only the direct lineage could understand it," Qi Delong glanced at it.

"Can you understand it?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Each family’s script differs, and this isn’t in the style of Laojun Mountain’s script, I can only understand two or three-tenths..."

Qi Delong shook his head and focused on the wall paintings, cross-referencing to decipher a few meanings.

The content of the painting was simple: a majestic mountain stood tall, with drifting incense, and a Daoist was bowing towards a skeletal, towering figure.

The figure’s proportions were extremely unbalanced, a shadow standing over the Daoist by a large margin.

"Immortal Technique?" Qi Delong examined it, his expression growing strange.

"Have you figured something out?" Zhang Fan inquired.

"The content of the painting seems to depict the life of that Daoist, who is also the owner of this tomb..." Qi Delong said gravely.

"He was a Daoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain..."

"Dragon Tiger Mountain!?" Zhang Fan’s eyebrows jumped.

"Indeed, this person was born three to four hundred years ago, cultivated for many years at Dragon Tiger Mountain, and during a visit down the mountain, encountered a master who taught him the technique for immortality..."

"What kind of master?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.

Dragon Tiger Mountain was already the ancestral court of the Daoist sect, the Immortal Realm, why would they need to learn from someone else?

Qi Delong’s gaze narrowed, looking at the text beside it, shaking his head.

"I don’t know, it only records the name of that master..."

"His name was..."

"Thousand-Year-Old Demon!"