Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Taoism in the world.

Divided by the north and south regions, there are Zhengyi Taoism and Quanzhen Taoism.

Zhengyi Taoism emphasizes talismans, while Quanzhen Taoism practices inner alchemy.

If we divide them according to theories, there have been five schools since ancient times: alchemy, talismans, accumulation of good deeds, classics, and divination.

In today's world, there are complete ancient methods that have been passed down for more than a thousand years, including Wudang, Longhu, Longmen, Laoshan, Maoshan, Tianshi, Lingbao, Ziyang...

But no matter North or South, Dan Fu, Dragon and Tiger or Wudang.

Going back two thousand years, they were all derived from the Tianshi Dao.

In other words, if we really count the cave atop Qingcheng Mountain, it is the ancestral home of Taoism in the world, not Longhu Mountain.

"Kunlun, go knock on the door."

"You must be polite and don't mess around."

Clearing his mind of distracting thoughts, Chen Yulou turned around and glanced at Kunlun, Yang Fang and the old foreigner.

Yang Fang is too young and has a gangster vibe. Although his personality has become much more stable since the death of his master Jin Suanpan, he is still a little immature.

But the old foreigner was a Semu after all, with blond hair and deep blue eyes. Even after thousands of years, the Zagrama people were almost the same as the Han people, but their bloodline and appearance could not be erased.

After all, it is a quiet Taoist place.

This is your first visit, so it’s better to be thoughtful.

Among the three, Kunlun is the most suitable.

"Yes, from the shopkeeper."

Nod and take orders.

Kunlun did not waste any time. In the sight of the group, he bypassed Laojun Pavilion, walked straight through the corridor bridge between the two cliffs, and arrived outside the stone gate of the cave.

At this moment, the night in the mountains is hazy and clouds are floating.

But one can still vaguely see a stone tablet standing outside the cave, with the words "Taiqing Xuanyuan" inscribed on it.

The pen moves like a dragon, and the Tao follows nature.

In those days, Zhang Daoling wrote 24 Taoist books on Heming Mountain and achieved great enlightenment. He then called himself Taiqing Xuanyuan, and claimed that he was personally descended by the Jade Emperor, who bestowed on him the Three Heavens Method, appointed him as the Heavenly Master, and asked him to preach the Tao throughout the world.

Now that I have seen the stone tablet, I realize that the rumors are indeed true.

The stone gate standing in the cave is actually no different from a fence. It can only keep out gentlemen. The cold wind outside the mountain howls and passes through the stone gate into the cave.

Deep inside, there is a dim green lamp, with flickering lights.

Kunlun took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, then pulled the copper ring on the stone door and knocked gently a few times.

Dangdang——

The clear sound of metal colliding with stone breaks the tranquility of the mountains.

A Taoist who was reading at a desk in the cave stood up subconsciously and opened the stone door.

"you are?"

Looking at the tall figure outside the door.

Xuan Zhen was slightly startled. He was sure that he had never seen this person before, and... Tianshi Cave did not accept incense, so there were few pilgrims coming.

Only occasionally will tourists from outside the mountain mistakenly enter this place.

But this is the first time I have seen it so late today.

"I met the Taoist."

"I am Kunlun, and I have come to visit you on the orders of my shopkeeper!"

Kunlun clasped his hands together and spoke in a loud and serious voice.

"Kunlun?"

"Who is your shopkeeper?"

Recall this name carefully.

Because of his identity as a member of the Feng family, he has been in the underworld for many years and has met countless people, but he seems to have never heard of this name. He also keenly caught the other person in his words.

Xuanzhen asked subconsciously.

"In reply to the Taoist, the shopkeeper Chen Yulou is the head of the Xiangyin Chen family and the general of Changsheng Mountain..."

Listen to him ask.

Kunlun still responded seriously, word by word.

only……

He hasn't finished a sentence yet.

Behind the door, Xuan Zhen, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, had a look that already stirred up a huge wave of shock.

Xiangyin Chenjia and Changsheng Mountain.

If he doesn't know the identity of the person just based on these two titles, all these years of wandering around in the martial arts world would have been in vain.

In today's tomb-robbing world.

The monks have long disappeared from the world, and the tomb raiders live in different places. As for the Taoist monks who move mountains, they still behave as usual, hiding their real names and disappearing without a trace, like a dragon that can't be seen from head to tail.

Only the Xiangling sect has not declined over the years, and has even risen rapidly in the turbulent times.

The three generations of the Chen family each had their own methods, worked hard to govern the country, and made great achievements.

Up to now, Xiangling has been in the hands of the Chen family, almost surpassing all previous generations. Not only does Changsheng Mountain gather many extraordinary people from all walks of life, but also countless experts from all over the world. The outlaws from thirteen provinces in the north and south are all under the jurisdiction of Changsheng Mountain.

It would be better to say that he was a warlord who controlled a certain area rather than a bandit.

after all……

From ancient times to the present, most of the people in Xiangling have become bandits. With the prestige of the Chen family, I am afraid that if they really raise their arms, they can gather an army of tens of thousands of people in a short time.

No matter which dynasty it is in, no one dares to underestimate such a force.

On the other hand, look at his Coffin Mountain lineage.

But now it is so withered and lonely.

By his generation, he could only adopt his son to his family in order to preserve the bloodline and not cut off the Feng family's incense.

The key is.

He couldn't figure out for the time being why the leader of the Xiangling gang came all the way from Xiangyin, climbed up Qingcheng Mountain in the middle of the night, and came to Tianshi Cave to look for him.

Although I don’t know how my identity was leaked.

But Changsheng Mountain is one of the thirty-six major mountains, and there are countless strange people on the mountain. It doesn't seem to be particularly difficult to unravel one's identity.

"I wonder...where is Manager Chen now?"

"It would be nice for me to see you, too."

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind one by one.

Xuanzhen's expression also changed continuously.

Finally, he let out a sigh of relief, forced himself to suppress the thoughts in his mind and asked.

It's a blessing, not a curse, but it's a curse that cannot be avoided.

After all, the sins committed by their ancestors cannot be avoided by simply hiding.

He just felt regretful that he had been busy for most of his life but had not yet found the entrance to the Earthly Immortal Village.

If I just leave like this.

How can I live up to my father’s last words before his death?

Once the corpse immortal is born, it will inevitably bring disaster to the world, causing countless deaths and injuries, and their Feng family will owe a great sin to the world.

"The shopkeeper is just outside the bridge."

"Waiting to meet the Taoist."

Kunlun did not notice the strangeness in his expression.

They just thought that it was just a group of people coming to the door in the middle of the night and disturbing the person's meditation.

Listen to him asking now.

Responded immediately.

"it is good."

"Please lead the way. I will go and ask Manager Chen to come up the mountain."

Hyunjin exhaled.

Now that things have come to this, just face it calmly.

After all, the Feng family was indeed at fault for this great hatred, even if they were forced to do so.

In that situation, if the ancestor Feng Wangli dared to show any sign of rejection, the Feng family would definitely be exterminated.

Now hundreds of years have passed.

It is understandable that they come to me.

Kunlun nodded, stepped aside half a step, then led the way, guiding Taoist Xuanzhen across the covered bridge.

Just a moment later.

Xuan Zhen saw from afar a group of four figures waiting at the bridgehead.

The leader was not very old, but he was very intelligent, with deep eyes, clear gaze, and a warm aura. He did not look like a man of the world at all, but rather like a hermit practicing Taoism in the mountains.

As for the people behind him.

Two of them were dressed as Taoists.

However, their appearance is obviously different from that of the Han people, and they look quite out of place.

but……

The moment when I could see clearly the two Taoists, one big and one small.

Xuan Zhen seemed to have thought of something, his pupils shrank slightly, his lips opened, and his face was full of disbelief.

Can meet the characteristics of both.

He couldn't think of a second possibility in the world except the Taoist who moved mountains.

So, the first person is the leader of this generation of Xiangling, Chen Yulou, the chief of Changsheng Mountain, and the other two are the descendants of the current mountain moving lineage?

I thought that the only people going up the mountain today were from the Xiangling sect.

Unexpectedly, even the Taoist monk who had always lived in seclusion came.

Think of this.

Xuanzhen felt even more bitter.

It seems that he will die here today.

But what virtue and ability did Feng Sibei have that he had to live in hiding for half his life, and when he was young he didn't dare to use Feng as his surname. After leaving two bloodlines for the Feng family, he even became a Taoist monk.

I just wanted to travel around the world without attracting the attention of the four sects.

But how could he have imagined that?

Even so, it's still useless.

"Xiangling Chen Yulou, nice to meet you, Brother Feng!"

Seeing him standing on the covered bridge in a daze with a complicated expression on his face, Chen Yulou could guess that he must have recognized him and his group.

There is no delay now.

He clasped his fists and smiled faintly.

Feng Sibei was wearing a green Taoist robe and had his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin. He was thin, with deeply sunken cheeks and slightly gray temples. He looked much older than his actual age.

If calculated according to the original timeline.

He went up the mountain in his middle age, and now almost ten years have passed.

That means at most around forty.

But now he looks to be about fifty years old.

Actually, he is only one generation older than him and Queqiao Shao, so they can be considered as the same generation in the martial arts world.

So it is not an exaggeration to call him brother.

only……

The key lies in the two words "Brother Feng".

Apparently, Chen Yulou went up the mountain to visit tonight not as the headmaster of Tianshi Cave, but as the last generation of Guanshan Taibao.

Feng Sibei is also a smart man and he figured out the difference in an instant.

The bitterness in his eyes became even stronger.

He bowed subconsciously, but just as he stretched out his hand, he came to his senses and clasped his hands together.

"Meet Master Chen."

From this moment on, he was no longer a Taoist priest in the mountains, but returned to the position of a member of the Feng family in the secular world.

“Brother Feng, you’re welcome!”

Chen Yulou waved his hand.

Feng Sibei looked at Partridge Whistle beside him and said lightly.

"I guess this person must be the leader of this generation of mountain movers."

"I am here."

Partridge Whistle nodded and said, "Banshan Partridge Whistle, nice to meet the Master of the Feng Family."

"I see you all are exhausted and must have come from far away. If you don't mind, please follow me into the cave to chat. I'm a little poor, so I can only offer you some simple tea and food."

We exchanged a few words briefly.

Feng Sibei's mood gradually calmed down.

For him, no matter what the result is, he can accept it. There are four sects and eight schools in the tomb-robbing world, and Guanshan Taibao is not necessarily inferior to Fa Qiu Mojin and Banshan Wuliang.

Now that they have come to our door.

Being hesitant and cautious will only put you at a disadvantage. It is better to be open and honest.

"Alright."

Although it is spring, the wind is still howling in the mountains, the temperature difference between day and night is huge, and even snow can be seen everywhere. It is freezing cold and not a place to talk.

Chen Yulou nodded.

He greeted a few people.

Following Feng Sibei, he crossed the corridor bridge, pushed the door and walked into the cave.

Compared with the ancient caves in Jianfu Palace, Tianshi Cave is inferior. There is no waterfall, only sweet springs, and the images of the sun and the moon are not particularly amazing.

It is top quality, but not top quality.

In fact, it is normal to think about it. After all, when Zhang Daoling came to Qingcheng Mountain from Heming Mountain, he could only be regarded as a younger generation. At that time, the mountain had already become the Taoist temple of Ning Feng Zhenjun, and there were countless people practicing.

With his status in the world.

It is not easy to find such a secluded cave.

In addition, over the past one or two thousand years, the Tianshi Dao became increasingly decadent and was almost completely integrated into the Zhengyi Dao. The Qingcheng Mountain heritage had no real successor.

There was only Taoist Xingya in charge of Jianfu Palace.

At least there are still several disciples who come here to practice.

In the Tianshi Cave, Xuanzhen was the only one guarding it.

It is no exaggeration to say that the inheritance has been broken.

After welcoming the few people into the cave, Feng Sibei went to the sweet spring to get a pot of water, and added a few pieces of charcoal into the fire pond. Soon, a fragrance of tea slowly spread.

While the tea is brewing.

Chen Yulou didn't rest either, and briefly introduced the next group of people to Feng Sibei.

However, when it came to Yang Fang, Feng Sibei couldn't hold it back after all.

It feels like seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

"Mojin?"

Originally, he was seen following everyone in silence, and seemed particularly curious about every place in the mountain.

Feng Sibei thought he was just a confidant of the Chen family.

There is a chivalrous spirit in his brows and a gangster-like aura all over his body.

But he couldn't imagine it.

This group of five people actually brought together the three factions of tomb raiding, mountain moving and mountain washing.

For a moment, he was even a little dazed.

In the tomb-robbing world, there are four major sects. Feng Sibei unexpectedly has the opportunity to meet the successors of three sects at once, and even two of them are the leaders of this generation.

"I've met senior."

Yang Fang clasped his hands together and said calmly.

In front of Chen Yulou and the others, he always treated himself as a junior. Now that they were treating him as peers, it was naturally inappropriate for him to call him Brother Feng.

"I wonder who Brother Yang Fang learned from?"

Although Feng Sibei has lived in seclusion in Qingcheng Mountain for many years, he is still very familiar with the world of tomb-robbing.

Back then, Zhang Sanlianzi carried three talismans by himself, and he suppressed the entire martial arts world.

Afterwards, he accepted four more disciples.

Yang Fang in front of him is so young, only about twenty years old, so he naturally cannot be one of the four people. He can only be the third generation of tomb raiders.

He even saw a tomb-grabbing talisman on Yang Fang's collar.

In other words, he definitely inherited the complete art of tomb raiding.

"I learned from Jin Suanpan."

"He is a disciple of Zhongmai."

Yang Fang was not surprised to see him reveal the whole thing. After all, the tomb-robbing world is so small that one would naturally be able to figure it out after being in the business for a long time.

"I see."

Feng Sibei nodded.

At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh secretly in my heart.

According to the rules of the tomb-touching sect, the talisman must always be carried with you, and when a person dies, the talisman will be passed on. Now that Yang Fang is carrying this tomb-touching talisman, it actually means that Jin Suanpan has passed away.

"The tea is ready. I'll pour some for you..."

When he came to his senses, he suddenly realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly turned around to get the teacup.

But the words had just fallen.

He was interrupted by Chen Yulou.

"There's no rush to drink tea, Brother Feng. Chen and his group came here uninvited tonight because they have something they want to clarify."

Hear the words.

Feng Sibei didn't know what he was thinking about. His eyes dimmed instantly and his expression became extremely unnatural, but he finally turned around.

"Please speak frankly, Mr. Chen."

"The ancestors of the Feng family have indeed committed too many sins. As a descendant of the Feng family, I will never shirk my responsibilities..."

Hear this.

Chen Yulou couldn't help but shook his head.

"Brother Feng is overthinking."

"We are not going up the mountain this time because of the hatred between us and your clan hundreds of years ago."

"That is……"

They were all ready to be killed.

Suddenly, he heard a hint of hope, and even Feng Sibei's dim eyes couldn't help but flash a gleam.

Even ants try to survive.

How could he be willing to die like this?

Facing his complicated face, Chen Yulou smiled faintly.

His tone was calm.

But it was like a bolt of lightning out of the blue.

"Brother Feng, don't you want to know... where the entrance to Dixian Village is?"