Immortality from Taming Elephant

Chapter 715: Chapter 316: Five-Day Discourse, Renown

Yunmeng Plain.

"You’re asking about the Han Family? It’s over there. In the early years, they were prominent figures here, but unfortunately, they had an unfilial descendant who neglected livelihood in favor of profound cultivation, ultimately offending someone they couldn’t handle. The place is said to be haunted year-round, so ordinary people don’t dare to go in. Otherwise, such a big house wouldn’t have collapsed."

The old man spoke while shaking his head, as if lamenting the Han Family of the past.

Xu Guang smiled, "Thank you, elder."

He walked towards the place the old man pointed to, which was already a ruin, a very large ruin.

This confirmed the old man’s words; the Han Family must have been quite influential in the area.

Xu Guang felt a sense of melancholy; he didn’t know the stories of Han Wangshan back then, but he guessed that everyone who grew to this point had their own story.

Han Wangshan never mentioned his family; his obsession was seeing fish fall onto lotus leaves, presumably indicating there was more behind his dedication to profound cultivation.

But with the building empty and no one left, Xu Guang didn’t want to dig into those stories; he was just here to take a look.

To satisfy his curiosity that struck on a whim.

As he entered the Han family’s former residence, most of the houses had collapsed from years of neglect, with only a few remaining intact.

Yin Qi gathered in the courtyard, under the moonlight of Yunmeng Plain, resembling waves of silver light or a coiled silver serpent swaying with the wind, casting silver rays.

This was not the domain of an Ancient God, and the rules hadn’t completely changed, so normally, a Fierce Ghost couldn’t be born. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

However, within the Han family estate, conditions and foundations for some ghostly entities had already emerged.

No wonder the old man said the place was haunted.

Suddenly, Xu Guang’s gaze fell on a relatively intact house, with many tiles fallen and the wooden door completely decayed, overgrown with moss.

He walked in.

At first glance, he saw a mirror.

It was just an ordinary bronze mirror, but Xu Guang found it somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Suddenly, he remembered; it wasn’t the mirror that was familiar, but the ornament beneath it that was very familiar.

Han Wangshan had one just like it before.

He was about to go over and take a closer look.

In the mirror, however, sudden changes appeared, with countless star and moon lights gathering.

It was as if it was reflecting another world.

In the intertwined moon and starlight, a young monk in a moon-white robe stood silently atop a mound, his handsome face almost otherworldly, his eyes clear as a child’s, yet containing the wisdom and compassion of seeing through worldly affairs.

His face, Xu Guang also found somewhat familiar.

Back in the days at Li Taizhou, there was a monk Yuanzhi from Xuankong Temple, who regarded Xu Guang as the Buddha’s Son of Xuankong Temple due to the presence of General Wei by Xu Guang’s side.

And beside Yuanzhi was a disciple named Hui Ming.

Who looked almost identical to the monk before him.

By this point, Xu Guang knew who the person was.

Yan Zhen?

But wasn’t he supposed to be suppressed under the Emperor Tower of the Ye Family?

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Yan Zhen put his hands together, nodding slightly, and performed a Buddhist salute towards Xu Guang.

As Xu Guang came back to his senses, he hurriedly mimicked the gesture, returning the salute.

The two had been spiritual companions for many years, ever since they met the Ancient Elephant in the ruined Wangdang Mountain, Yan Zhen’s name became well-known to Xu Guang, and Yan Zhen had, in many regards, helped Xu Guang significantly.

It was like finally meeting an old acquaintance in person after knowing them online for years.

Of course, Xu Guang didn’t think that seeing Hui Ming back then was truly meeting Yan Zhen.

"There’s no need for excessive courtesy, fellow Daoist. Meeting today was fortuitous."

Xu Guang smiled slightly, but his heart was not calm, as he pondered the connection between Yan Zhen and the Han family, as well as his connection with Wan Chuan State and even this Yunmeng Plain.

No other reason, except...

Yan Zhen seemed overwhelmingly terrifying.

Although he wasn’t manifesting his true form, he had an abyss-like, ocean-deep terror about him.

Zhuge Wuliang mentioned before that Yan Zhen hasn’t yet reached sainthood, meaning his cultivation level was only equivalent to a Martial Artist of the Second Rebirth or a Qi Refiner of the Fifth Realm.

But...

Even the strongest Second Rebirths Xu Guang had met so far, such as Yuanbo and Zhao Blood Armor, seemed inferior to Yan Zhen by far.

Even the Red Ghost Saint from the Sea Race who chased him above the vast sea didn’t possess this profound and enigmatic aura that Yan Zhen held.

It was terrifying.

"I’ve heard of the master’s name for a long time, and seeing you today, you look more Buddha-like than I imagined. The reincarnation of a Buddha would be no different."

Faced with Xu Guang’s obvious flattery, Yan Zhen smiled knowingly.

He was truly kind, like a perfect Buddha walking out of a storybook.

"Fellow Daoist, your foundations are deep, your blessings abundant. Over the years, I have many confusions in my cultivation. I wonder if fellow Daoist would be interested in discussing Dao with me? For your many doubts, I will answer them one by one."

Discuss Dao?

Me and you?

Xu Guang’s expression turned strange.

He couldn’t imagine what in his cultivation was worth catching Yan Zhen’s interest.

But since the invitation was extended, he naturally wouldn’t refuse.

"It is what I wish for, I dare not ask for more."

Yan Zhen gave a slight smile, draped in star and moonlight, slowly stepped out of the mirror.

Golden lotus bloomed from the ground, moonlight like pillars.

A great Bodhi Tree slowly grew behind him.

The two sat beneath the Bodhi Tree.

Yan Zhen sat cross-legged, looking relaxed and natural.

"May I ask, fellow Daoist, Qi Refiners practice Source Qi, what is Source Qi?"

Without waiting for Xu Guang to answer, he continued speaking softly.

"In cultivation, Qi Refining comes first. Source Qi is the bridge to the heavens, the guide to the rules.

But the vastness of heaven and earth, the strictness of the rules, for one with a tiny human body to attempt to harness the grand rules of heaven and earth, is like an ant carrying a mountain; at first, it may borrow strength, yet inevitably, it will reach its limits.