1585 gazing at the air

ime, she asked me to come look at this house because she was reported and threatened with trouble, leaving her feeling uneasy.She had been frightened by Jiang Qiyun before, and began to believe that t...In Feng Shui, gazing at qi is considered to be observing the celestial and earthly energy fields, taking "form" to a higher level.

To put it simply, there is also the art of fortune-telling based on one's Qi. What we commonly call "Qi運" refers to a person's fortune and misfortune, their good or bad luck.

Previously, Jiang Qiyun showed me the qi field he had seen. It was a very magical place in front of Qingyudao Temple on the main mountain. Lingxuzi Daochang said that place was called "Closed-Door Observation."

This temple has a long history. Lingxuzi, the Daoist master, said that there was a much smaller Daoist temple here before Qingyudao Temple. However, this temple had several characteristics: it was unknown and even “unworthy of its name.”

The reason the name doesn't live up to reality is that this Taoist temple, at some point in time, stopped accepting incense offerings, teaching and passing on its doctrines, and even closed its doors.

This has long since lost its lineage and popularity, falling into disrepair. However, at some point, someone always came forward with money and effort to repair it.

After the founding of the nation, this Taoist temple has always been under the jurisdiction of Qingyudao Temple, but it is actually separated by two or three hills.

There are some unwritten rules within the circle that cannot be explained to management. The successive heads of Qingyu Dao Guan, based on the principles of respecting fellow practitioners and history, privately forbid disciples from entering and do their best to reduce the public's curiosity about this secluded place.

Externally claiming to be the former residence of a building at Qingyu Taoist Temple on the front mountain, after the new site was built, it closed its doors and no longer welcomed guests.

Over time, people in this region grew accustomed to the old stories. No one lived longer than Qingyu Taoist Temple, so no one could verify the truth. Curiosity about it had lessened considerably.

Generally, everyone, including the young Taoists from Qingyu Guan, called this place "those houses in the front mountain" and had no idea it was called "Closed Door Observation." Why did this fashionable beauty call it "Closed Door Observation" so naturally

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"This is our destination for today's adventure, everyone knows, we can't say anything here... those things... otherwise, we'll be silenced. Old friends all understand what I'm talking about, just enjoy the view."

“Here, I received a private message from a fan who said this place has a history and is worth making a whole episode about. If we don’t finish it today, we'll continue next time, okay~!”

"Hey, I told you not to give gifts, why are you still sending things! We're not short on money, we just want you guys to have some thrilling excitement, a rush is all it takes."

The woman became more and more at ease, her words began to flow freely, like a machine gun, relentlessly pouring out from her prepared text.

You're right, it was a reading script. Not only did the fat guy have to carry things, adjust the lights, act as the narrator, provide background ambiance, be an assistant, but he also had to be a human podium. He held a pre-written script, crouched in front of the woman, lifted it above his head so she could read from it without being noticed.

“This is an old place, abandoned for eighty or ninety years, I haven't seen any people along the way up the mountain just now, and it's so cold here... The temperature dropped too quickly, right” The woman rubbed her arms, seemingly really shivering from the cold.

This is perfectly normal. As my brother and I travel the world, a bulletproof vest is one of our essential items.

Folds easily, takes up little space, waterproof and quick-drying, windproof, and with reflective strips, it's really practical.

Moreover, the places we go to are often where yin energy gathers and cold wind chills to the bone. How could we possibly withstand it in short sleeves and shorts

The mountains were already cold at night, but here a sinister chill permeated the air. As darkness fell, a bone-chilling cold crept in.

"Guys, check out this path! It's overgrown with weeds, hasn't been walked on in ages, but the dude who DM'd me said it leads to the secret entrance of the Closed Gate Observation. All you have to do is find a stele for the land temple…Let's go check it out."

The woman kept rambling and making a fuss, but she didn't try to find the way. Instead, she thanked various "fans" on her phone and flirted with them.

Instead, it was that chubby man who was busy running around. He rummaged through the bushes for a long time and said in an exaggerated voiceover: "This must be it! Wow, these grasses are as tall as people! Can we really walk through this!"

Perhaps due to the show's effect, I have some doubts whether such a small road really exists.

I looked up at Jiang Qiyun, he watched with cold eyes as if watching a play. Seeing the two really walk into the thicket without a way out, he frowned slightly.

The key to the lock on the closed door is now in my hands.

Lingxuzi, the old Taoist priest, suspected that the problem lay within the observatory. To avoid scaring the snake, he attached this key to the bottom of the wooden box I had received with tape.

When I opened the lid, I saw it, but I didn't make a sound. I quietly took the key and went down the mountain.

No matter what sect or school of thought, there must be followers. Even monks cannot sever ties with the secular world. Even if they don't seek incense and fire, they still aim to save the world and help people.

But this closed-door observation from the beginning was very strange. What's the point of building an observatory if you don't have any goals

The origins of Lingxuzi Daochang are unknown. He never delved into his past, adhering to ancestral teachings. However, he said that perhaps the previous generation's master had glimpsed something and had a vague idea.

This view seems to have a history of several hundred years, but after being repaired many times by later generations, it is difficult to say exactly when it was built.

Without incense, without fame, throughout history there have been a few itinerant Taoist priests who briefly stopped by, only to lock the door and leave without a trace of where they went.

With the passage of time, this place has been forgotten, just like an ordinary dilapidated hut in the mountains.

The path that Ling Xuzi, the old Taoist priest, showed us was to follow the old stone path down into the valley and then circle around the two hills in front of the mountain, arriving at the front of the secluded hermitage.

And it even had a side door lock key—the front door was just for show.

But this group of men and women, they actually claimed to know the secret path

Is it really just hype

"Shall we go take a look" I asked Jiang Qiyun.

Jiang Qiyun looked at the lights that had already disappeared into the bushes, pondered for a moment and said: "You follow me, I'll still go ahead."

"Why" I was taken aback.

"The road ahead is filled with a palpable sense of resentment. Doors, by their very nature, carry an aura of directionality. I'm going to take a look at what's unusual about the main entrance." Jiang Qiyun murmured softly, "Don't worry, I won't stray too far from you."

“I’m not worried…” I denied it outright.

Jiang Qiyun waved his hand, a wisp of faint, ethereal light from his sleeve transformed into his silhouette, following behind me.

A chill ran down my spine, making me instinctively pull my neck in.

Jiang Qiyun curled his lips into a smile: "Learned from Bai Wu Chang, all the demons and ghosts in the world will scatter upon seeing it... Go quickly, don't get lost, we will hold a closed-door meeting to discuss."

This distance, Jiang Qiyun turned around and arrived, I'm not afraid of anything either.

Traveling the Jianghu, are you still afraid of walking at night

However, a shadowy figure followed me closely, and I felt like a test-taker being intently watched by their teacher.

Fearing they might make a mistake.

I ducked into the bushes, carefully trying not to make too much noise.

The man and woman in front couldn't see anyone, they could only hear the sound of talking and see the light from the fill lamps.

The woman was quite focused, holding her phone and taking a selfie from top to bottom. It was unclear whether she was filming the scenery or her chest.

But the light from that phone acted like a tour guide's flag, guiding me and keeping me on track while maintaining distance.

I walked for several minutes, one step deep and one step shallow, but I almost lost my way. They hadn't reached their "destination" yet.

"Oh, crap!" Suddenly the lights went out in front of them. There were a few muffled thuds, sounding like the plump man had fallen over, taking his equipment with him.

"What are you doing! You can't even walk on the road!" the woman scolded sharply.

"Damn it, there's something here, tripped me!" the fat man roared in pain.

The woman had no choice but to temporarily mute her phone and go pull that fat guy.

"Uh...this, isn't this the stone tablet from the land temple" The woman whispered, her voice laced with surprise.

Land temple

I muttered a secret spell, reciting the precious incantation — out. Last time, if it wasn't for Qingluan sneaking out to save her, she would have been in danger of losing her life. In the end, Qingluan went to plead with Quan Heng, and Quan Heng helped plead for...