Chapter I Wind and Thunder Sect
Cangyang County, Fengleishan.
March in the north of the Yangtze River is the chilly spring season.
As the saying goes, if the mountain is not high, there will be immortals. Although Fengleishan is not a famous mountain, it is famous for Fengleizong.
Even though Fenglei Sect is just an unorthodox immortal sect, for millions of ordinary people in Cangyang County, Fenglei Mountain is a veritable immortal holy land.
On weekdays, the villagers who live hundreds of miles around dare not approach the Wind Thunder Sect for fear of disturbing the Immortal Qingxiu, but today something strange happened.
A young man dressed in filial piety knelt straightly in front of the mountain gate of Fenglei Sect. Maybe he knelt for too long, pale and trembling, but his eyes were still firm, and his waist and legs were as straight as a long gun.
"Go away!"
A green robed friar with a long sword on his waist pointed at the young man and angrily scolded him, "Wu Na young man, this is the holy land of the immortal family. How can you mess around? Don't you go away with that unlucky thing?" He pointed to a thin coffin behind the young man. The lid of the coffin was open, emitting a pungent smell of blood.
After the thin coffin, there were dozens of villagers with filial piety cloth wrapped around their heads, looking like they were trembling.
One of the sturdy villagers hurried to the boy's side and said in a low voice, "Come on, Zhou Chun, you've been kneeling all day and all night, feeling filial to heaven and earth. Your grandpa is alive in heaven and should be pleased."
Young Zhou Chun didn't move.
"Uncle Six, don't worry about it. I have my own discretion."
"Since you call me Uncle Six, I have to take care of this matter. You know this is the place where the Immortal Family practices. How can you let your mischief go? As the old saying goes, it's safe to be buried. Your grandfather has stopped his coffin for two days. According to the custom of Cangyang County, he should be buried tomorrow. If you delay the time of burial, you will become an unfilial son?" Uncle Six said with a straight face.
Zhou Chun pursed his mouth and said, "If my grandfather doesn't close his eyes one day, I won't be buried one day."
"You!"
Six uncles said angrily, "I can't explain to you. It's not easy for you to ask your grandpa to close his eyes. I'll go and help him close his eyes."
With that, he was about to walk to the coffin, but Zhou Chun hissed:
"I don't think anyone dares to touch it!"
Zhou Chun suddenly got up, and his eyes were extremely fierce. Six uncles were so frightened that they stepped back half a step, and then backed down with an iron face.
The middle-aged friar of the Wind and Thunder Sect was even more furious.
"I told you to go away!"
He suddenly kicked Zhou Chun on the shoulder, but felt as if he had kicked on a wall, which made his feet ache. He staggered back two steps and almost sat down in the mud.
The middle-aged monk was stunned.
Although he was a humble man of practice and a worker disciple of the Wind Thunder Sect, even a cow could kick him down. The boy seemed to be doing nothing, which made him angry.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the sixth uncle quickly greeted him again, with a fawning smile on his face, and could not help bowing: "God calms down his anger. This child has been born with divine power since he was young. He never intended to collide with God. Please don't follow him."
"Get lost!"
The middle-aged friar did not care about Uncle Six. He grabbed the long sword at his waist and stabbed Zhou Chun. Six uncles and the villagers were scared to death, but Zhou Chun was still motionless. No one knew what he was thinking.
At this time, a roar came from inside the mountain gate.
"Stop!"
It happened that an old man with a noble character walked out of the mountain gate with a group of friars from the Fenglei Sect.
"I have seen the master." The middle-aged monk, who was extremely arrogant in front of the ordinary people, immediately showed his elder's face and bowed to one side.
Master Fenglei looked at Zhou Chun carefully and said with a smile, "Your name is Zhou Chun?"
Zhou Chun shouts yes.
The leader of Fenglei Clan smiled and nodded his head, "I already know about you. It was the silver dragon in Bailong Bay that bit your grandfather to death. Do you want Fenglei Clan to take the lead and avenge your grandfather?"
"Yes."
Zhou Chun said solemnly, "If the patriarch can help me get revenge, Zhou Chun is willing to repay the patriarch's great kindness all his life."
"What does Fenglei Sect want from cattle and horses?"
The leader of Fenglei Clan first laughed, and then looked deeply at Zhou Chun and said, "My Fenglei Clan doesn't want cattle and horses. You are born with divine power. Let me see your talent. If you can make it, how about I clean up the silver dragon for you? It's just a piece of cake." He first said a big word, thinking that he would pacify the naked son first, and as for the silver dragon, we can talk about it later.
Master Feng Lei stroked Zhou Chun's heavenly spirit and silently transported Zhenyuan.
"Unexpectedly, it's a waste body. Go!" In a twinkling, the old face of the Wind Thunder Sect Leader sank down, abruptly withdrew his hand and walked away.
"Master!" Zhou Chun was surprised, but saw the Wind and Thunder Master's head did not turn back and said coldly: "When the world was born, there was always a third of the natural gas in the ancestral orifices, but your ancestral orifices were unique, empty and chaotic, and there was no possibility of cultivation."
"I don't want to practice. I just want the patriarch to wipe out the evil dragon and kill all the people!" Zhou Chun couldn't stop kowtowing and his forehead was bleeding.
Six uncles and others were also touched. Dozens of villagers fell down on their knees and prayed.
Master Feng Lei frowned and turned around.
It is impossible for him to provoke the evil dragon, but if it spreads, it will be bad for the reputation of Fenglei Sect. After a little meditation, he said solemnly, "You are right. It is indeed our duty to kill demons. But if I want to eradicate the evil dragon, I need to spend ten years refining a magic weapon to kill demons. Once ten years arrive, the silver dragon will be the day of its death."
Zhou Chun was stunned, and was about to speak, when he saw the Wind Thunder Sect Leader said coldly, "Don't say more. I'm going to refine the demon killing magic tool now. Don't bother me again for ten years."
Then the master of Fenglei walked away with a group of friars, and the mountain gate was closed immediately. No more half of the friars could be seen.
Zhou Chun was stunned, and a trace of blood flowed from his forehead into the corner of his lips, full of bitterness.
Six uncles came to hold Zhou Chun up and sighed, "Son, forget it. Since the patriarch has promised you, the evil dragon will live for ten more years, and you will avenge your grandfather."
Zhou Chun tightly closed his lips and said in a cruel voice, "People say that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but I don't agree with them. As long as I think that the evil dragon is still alive one day, I can eat well and sleep well, and my heart will be wrung. What's more, ten years is more than 3600 days. How can I bear the pain of being stabbed by a knife?"
He turned around and directly carried the thin coffin on his shoulder. The thin coffin was at least 200 jin, but it looked as light as dead leaves on Zhou Chun.
Zhou Chun carried the thin coffin and walked down the mountain without looking back.
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In the Wind and Thunder Sect.
Seeing that Zhou Chun and the villagers had left, a friar ran to the Wind Thunder Master and said, "Master, the boy has finally left."
The Master of Wind Thunder nodded gloomily and said, "I thought I found a treasure, but it was useless. It's really unlucky."
The friar then said, "Why did you make an appointment with that guy for ten years just now? It's just a mole..."
The leader of Fenglei Clan said coldly: "In the eyes of all people, can't our Fenglei Clan even have a face? Although ten years is just a blink of an eye for us immortal cultivators, how many ten years are there for ordinary people? By then, this guy will have already married and had children, so he won't have such absurd obsession anymore."
With these words, the Master of Wind Thunder brushed away.
A group of friars of the Wind Thunder Sect kept nodding, secretly praising the master for his easy calculation, and sent the boy away with a word dragging formula.
However, the Wind Thunder Sect Leader did not realize that what he had just said had fallen into the ears of another person.
There was an old man standing on the top of the mountain gate.
The man was tall but skinny, wearing a loose, dirty black gown. That old face has been reduced to skin and bone, but it is quite strange. The forehead is protruding, the eye sockets are deep, and the eyes are yellow, like two golden pills.
The old man looked at many friars of Fenglei Sect, smiled scornfully, and suddenly disappeared.
