Chapter 8: Obtaining the Heavenly Fate and Establishing the Great Dao (Part 2)

  Nanhu Laoxian, it is said that in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, he gave Zhang Jiao the three volumes of "Taiping Yizhi" heavenly book. The latter relied on this to cast talismans and save people, and recruited disciples. In the end, he led the mighty Yellow Turban Rebellion, thoroughly overthrowing the corrupt Eastern Han Dynasty, and opening the curtain for the era of "The Late Eastern Han Dynasty Divided into Three Kingdoms", which was passed down for thousands of years.

  Pure Yang True Man is Lü Dongbin, the ancestor of the Quanzhen School and the leader of the Eight Immortals. He achieved great success in his alchemical practice and his stories have been widely spread among the people.

  "I reckon he'll still be at the Qū Shí Pavilion tomorrow. You and I, master and disciple, will play a game of chess on the pavilion tomorrow, and let me take a closer look." The old Taoist instructed.

  Zhou Wenbo naturally did not know what happened thousands of miles away. After a group of fellow disciples got drunk, they staggered down from Qu Shi Ting and returned to the residence of Lin Shi at the foot of the mountain.

  When he returned, the sky was already near dusk, and the northwest wind blew cold. Zhou Wenbo bid farewell to several senior brothers with a hint of drunkenness, and after entering the house, he took off his outer clothes with the help of Hong Zhuang, and fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed.

  Third Brother Lin Yun drank the least, yet he was now sitting in front of his father, Lin He.

  Lin He held in his hand a paper with the neatly written "Qingyuan Chunxue" by Lin Yun.

  Two people sat opposite each other in silence, the dim yellow lamp under the gentle caress of the breeze, casting two shadows that stretched and shortened alternately.

  "Who would have thought that young people would have such great ambitions!" After a long time, Lin He finally stroked his beard and sighed, "Bring wine, let's have a big toast!"

  Just as the maid went to fetch wine, Lin He had already passed the thin paper in his hand over the flame of the oil lamp.

  In an instant, this thin paper has turned into flying ash.

  "Tell those few fellow disciples of yours, don't let this poem fall onto paper!" Lin He warned.

  He naturally trusted the character of his four disciples, and it was impossible for them to betray their fellow apprentices. However, he feared that they would be delighted with this excellent work and copy it onto paper, which would lead to disaster.

  "Go down."

  "Yes, father, I'm leaving." Lin Yu got up and walked out of the study, lifting the door curtain lightly as he passed by the doorway, then quickly putting it back down to keep the cold wind from entering the warm room.

  The next day was still a fine day. It's strange to say that although he got drunk yesterday, he didn't have a hangover, and Zhou Wenbo woke up before midnight. At this time, he could only continue to meditate and cultivate his spirit with his eyes closed.

  The sky is about to brighten up, Zhou Wenbo has already gotten up, having nothing to do, he simply walks around here and there, clearing his mind.

  Although it was an aimless wandering, however when Zhou Wenbo came to himself, Qu Shi Ting was already standing on the not far mountain top.

  Since you have come, make yourself at home.

  Thinking back to yesterday's gathering, Zhou Wenbo could only secretly sigh, not knowing what kind of impression his masterpiece would leave on several senior brothers, and whether the recruitment plan he had secretly planned would be beneficial or detrimental, which was unknown.

  Zhou Wenbo stepped up onto the last few steps of bluestone and walked into Qiu Shi Pavilion, only to find that there were already two guests inside.

  An old man with white hair and a youthful face, with an otherworldly air about him, had a wooden pin inserted in his hair knot, giving off an ethereal aura. Across from him sat a woman in white, extremely tall, with skin as pale as ice and bones as delicate as jade, exuding an aura of elegance that was overwhelming, reminiscent of Brigitte Lin's portrayal of Dongfang Bubai.

  The old man held the white chess pieces, and the woman held the black ones. The two of them were deeply engrossed in a fierce battle, with each move more intricate than the last, making it difficult to predict who would win. Unfortunately, Zhou Wenbo was completely clueless about Go, and didn't appreciate the beauty of watching the game.

  The old man's appearance gradually merged with Zhou Wenbo's impression of the immortal in his heart, as if a true immortal should be this kind of figure, but the fairy opposite him was not quite consistent with the traditional image of a fairy.

  Zhou Wenbo carefully observed, only to discover that this beauty should still be a maiden, no more than twenty years old. Just from the tender skin revealed by her wrist holding the chess piece and her youthful aura, it can be seen that this female immortal, over 1.7 meters tall, is probably still in her teens, unless the two people in front of him are truly divine beings.

  Zhou Wenbo currently recognizes this facet as a historical facet, and at most it may be a martial arts facet. If it's an immortal martial arts facet, that would be too ridiculous. Later on, if the old man accepts himself as a disciple and tells him that he is from the Kunlun certain gate, then it will truly be a divine unfolding.

  Just as Zhou Wenbo was lost in thought, the two chess players had already scrutinized him thoroughly. The old man had determined that the recent strange phenomenon must be related to this young man before his eyes.

  There was an unexpected premature death, and yet the heavenly court was full of talent and literary elegance. There were books with brilliant ideas, and there were military campaigns with a strong will to fight. There was the majesty of a powerful ruler, and the demeanor of a wise one. Yet, it's hard to know how to evaluate this.

  The old man had been cultivating in the mountains for many years, but he was concerned about the world. Since the Tang Dynasty's Huang Chao Uprising, he had traveled all over China for many years, observing the changes in the stars and searching for a true dragon that could bring peace to the chaotic world, but he had found nothing. Unexpectedly, today he finally found a python dragon here.

  The world is in great chaos, the various dragons are vying for the throne, only the true dragon son of heaven can rise from the chaotic world, slay all the other evil dragons and bring peace to the land.

  By the time Zhou Wenbo came back to his senses from his daydream, the two had already finished their game of chess and were smiling at each other.

  He hastily bowed and said: "I am rude, dare I ask the great name of the immortal?"

  If it's really a fairyland, who cares about this chaotic world? Go to the mountains to cultivate, wait until you've cultivated unparalleled magical powers, go up to the ninth heaven to catch the moon, and down to the five oceans to catch turtles. It's quite carefree. I reckon this old man is his own fairy fate, can't afford to miss it lightly.

  "Old Daoist Chen Bo, cultivating at Huashan Yuntai Temple, is just sitting in meditation to purify his mind. How dare he claim to be an immortal?" The old man smiled and replied.

  It turned out to be Old Ancestor Chen Boun!

  Zhou Wenbo had some understanding of Chen Bo, a famous Taoist figure from his past life. In one of his novels set in the early Northern Song Dynasty, this old Taoist appeared as a high-ranking official and gave the protagonist some advice. Who would have thought that today he would actually meet this earthly immortal with his own eyes? It was an incredible coincidence.

  However, according to historical records, this Chen Tuan ancestor was still in the Later Tang Dynasty's Changxing period in 933 AD and took part in the imperial examination, but did not pass as a jinshi. He then entered the mountains to practice Taoism, later learned from Sichuan about sleeping skills, received the hibernation method from the Five Dragons, socialized with Lu Dongbin and other cave immortals, and it is said that the Taiji yin-yang fish diagram was created by him.

  It was so sudden that it advanced by several decades, which made Zhou Wenbo unresponsive for the first time, but later thought that the plane he was in was not a real historical plane anyway, and Chen Bo's old ancestor was born a few decades earlier, and got Taoism a few decades earlier, there is nothing to complain about.

  "I have long heard of your great reputation, and I wanted to see you but couldn't. Today, I'm lucky enough to meet you, and I wish to bow down and become your disciple, enter the mountain to cultivate my Tao, and humbly ask you to accept me!"

  Zhou Wenbo quickly knelt down and kowtowed, this Chen Poyu old ancestor, no matter where he appeared, was a superior man, and must first hug his thigh before speaking.

  Unfortunately, Zhou Wenbo reacted extremely quickly but was unable to kneel on the ground.

  Lao Dao's hands were empty and suspended in mid-air, while Zhou Wenbo was left hanging awkwardly.