The Police Called Me For The Filing, Revealing Me, A Master

Chapter 711: Kicking Over the Worldly Road with Two Feet, Carrying All the Worries of the Past and Moment with One Shoulder (1)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Su Yun had his own reasons for making this his next destination. Wang Chongyang had always been a controversial person in history because his life experiences could really be called bizarre.

Wang Chongyang was born in Shaanxi in 1112. Born into a prestigious family, he had been familiar with Confucian classics since he was young and had tried to enter the official path. But the Song Dynasty was poor and weak at that time. When the Jin soldiers went south, the people were not able to survive, let alone have any room to play.

Therefore, Wang Chongyang resolutely decided to abandon literature and pursue martial arts. What was even rarer was that he had quite some achievements on the path of the martial arts. The Jin people had once supported a regime known as Great Qi and opened up the martial arts examination system.

Wang Chongyang felt that he had found an opportunity to stand out, so he resolutely participated and won the championship in one go, claiming to be the number one in the world.

Unfortunately, this regime was later abolished. Wang Chongyang, who was still depressed in his fifties, could not help but sigh and lamented that he did not achieve anything even when he pursued the civil and martial paths.

After that, Wang Chongyang made a decision that no one expected at that time. He left his wife and entered the forest. He focused on asking, wanting to find an answer. A few years later, Wang Chongyang suddenly comprehended the Dao and became a monk. At that time, the people guessed that Wang Chongyang had encountered an immortal and was imparted an immortal technique. Only after obtaining the inheritance did he suddenly comprehend it.

However, in Su Yun’s opinion, there seemed to be something else. It was also because of this that he wanted to come here. It had to be known that ever since then, it was as if Wang Chongyang had a cheat. From then on, he walked on a completely different path.

He dug a tomb in Nanshi Village and named it the Tomb of the Living Dead. He had experienced great sorrow in his life and founded the Quanzhen Sect. The seven disciples he had taken in were also famous. Among them, Qiu Chuji was Quanzhen’s wife. This way, he would still be famous in the future.

Such a person’s life was filled with legends.

However, Su Yun had always been puzzled by these matters. Therefore, this trip to Chongyang Palace was also a necessary path for Su Yun to find the answer. Just as the two of them were walking along the mountain path towards Chaoyang Palace, Xu Jiajia looked at her phone in her spare time. After that, she seemed a little depressed.

In the face of Xu Jiajia’s question, Su Yun finally knew what Xu Jiajia was worried about. However, he did not care.

“There’s no need to care what the people on the Internet are saying. The path of cultivation is not acceptable to the public to begin with. The world changed very quickly, but the laws of cultivation were actually unchanging. If I can’t even save you, how can I save the world?”

Su Yun’s calm words entered Xu Jiajia’s ears, but she did not let go. She did not want to add to Su Yun’s worries, however. Therefore, she could only suppress these emotions in her heart and not show them.

Along the way, Su Yun almost never paid attention to the comments online. It was as if those things had nothing to do with him in Su Yun’s eyes. This did not mean that Su Yun had given up on everything. He was still pursuing the path of cultivation. Furthermore, because of Xu Jiajia, Su Yun had found a shortcut.

Xu Jiajia was naturally unaware of all of this and found it difficult to understand.

Su Yun did not explain further. He only wanted to break through to the current realm faster. As long as he reached the mysterious realm above the supernatural state, all the answers would be in front of him.

After bringing Xu Jiajia through this secluded path, the magnificent Chongyang Palace vaguely appeared in their vision.

Just like Wang Chongyang, this Chongyang Palace could only stand here after a few twists and turns. In the seventh year of Jin Shizong, Wang Chongyang set himself on fire. No one knew why.

The Seven Scions of Quanzhen hid Wang Chongyang’s remains in their old residence and built a Daoist temple on it. They wrote the words “Ancestral Court”. Then, Qiu Chuji changed the name to Chongyang Palace.

Although this Chongyang Palace was only a scenic spot for tourists from all directions to visit, during the Yuan Dynasty, the Chongyang Palace could be said to have been at its peak. It had a huge influence in the northern Daoist culture and was the top of the three ancestral courts of Quanzhen Sect.

When Ancestor Yuanshi was in power, the Chongyang Palace was even pardoned and bestowed with the Great Chongyang Longevity Palace. It enjoyed the title of the ancestral court of the world, the Quanzhen Holy Land.

After a few twists and turns, there were cultural relics that tourists could see now.

Su Yun and Xu Jiajia arrived at the door of the Chongyang Palace. In history, the Chongyang Palace used to be at its most glorious period. It occupied an area of 40 square kilometers. However, because of the war, the palace city gradually shrank, so the current Chongyang Palace only occupied 53 acres. Even so, this could not change the status of the Chongyang Palace in the Daoist culture.

Therefore, guests wearing the clothes of Daoist cultivators could be seen everywhere here. They piously burned incense outside the Chongyang Palace to worship the heavens. This was a special ceremony in Daoist culture. Su Yun and Xu Jiajia realized that they had arrived at the right time and had coincided with a few days of Daoist day.

Almost the entire Chongyang Palace was filled with Daoist cultivators. Only a few tourists who knew about it specially rushed over to see this spectacular ritual. In the huge incense cauldron, waves of green smoke shot into the clouds, as if they were connected to the world. The air was filled with a fragrance. This smell was different from Buddhist sandalwood. It was ground from seven grasses and seven flowers.

Therefore, in Daoism, this incense was also called the Seven Treasures Incense.