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A long, long time ago, there was an emperor known as Eastern Emperor Taiyi. (In fact, the Golden Crow is a descendant of another Great Sun Golden Crow, Di Jun, but since there is no character named Di Jun in this book's setting, they have been merged into one.) He had ten children, all uniquely referred to as the Golden Crows, also known as the Suns!
The world cannot do without the sunlight, so the ten suns took turns shining in the sky. However, one day, someone suggested that since the weather was nice, they should go out for a picnic together.
The other suns eagerly agreed; they had been wanting to go out for a while. So, the ten suns held hands and set off for their outing.
Meanwhile, on Earth, there was a skilled archer named Hou Yi who practiced his archery. One day, he stood atop a mountain, gazing at the sky. With nothing to shoot at, he wondered how far he could shoot. So he drew his bow towards the sky.
Down below, people were panicking as arrows rained down from above; many were nearly hit.
After finishing his farming work, Hou Yi looked up at the sky again and thought to himself that there should be some target to shoot at. Just then, he saw the ten suns coming together in the sky.
Normally, only one sun would appear at a time; suddenly having all ten suns out raised the temperature dramatically! The earth instantly felt like a furnace.
Half of the people below perished from the heat.
Seeing this, Hou Yi realized something had to be done; it was too tragic for the village below. He had inadvertently caused half of them to die and now they were being cooked alive.
Determined to avenge the villagers, Hou Yi drew his bow and shot down one sun after another until only one remained.
Of course, from that moment on, the remaining sun did not have it easy; it used to take turns resting with the others but since then, it never got a break.
This is the story of Yi Shoots Down Nine Suns and how Hou Yi managed to shoot down nine of them in succession.
However, I never expected that I would actually see one of those nine fallen suns!
Hou Yi Shoots the Suns must have happened long before ancient times. How many years has it been since this Golden Crow fell? And that flame must be what is known as Sun True Fire. However, its original master has been dead for countless years; it's no wonder its intensity has diminished.
However, there was still fire burning on the Golden Crow, which should be the authentic Sun True Fire.
"How did the body of the Golden Crow end up here? Could it be that Hou Yi's place for Hao Yi Shoots the Suns was in Xi'an?" I muttered to myself. This is a bit ridiculous, isn't it? The site of Hao Yi Shoots the Suns is in Shanxi? Then isn't Hou Yi's favorite food Roujiamo?
"Back then, during Hao Yi Shoots the Suns, he actually only shot down eight Golden Crows." Just as I was lost in thought, an aged voice sounded behind me.
Why does this voice sound somewhat familiar? It feels like I've heard it somewhere before. I turned around and saw a familiar figure.
"Senior? Why are you here?"
The newcomer was dressed in a Daoist robe, with disheveled hair, hands clasped behind his back, and a very thin figure, resembling a Middle-Aged Taoist. Oh right, the most important point is that this Daoist is blind!
Isn't this the same Middle-Aged Taoist who had previously gifted me the ability to control the Dry Earth Branch Formation? I thought he had passed away three years ago; I didn't expect him to still be alive. Oh right, his disheveled appearance must be because of me, after all, his Ebony Hairpin is still in my possession.
"Senior, how did you end up here?" I cautiously cupped my hands and asked. This is an old senior who has practiced for many years; I must show some respect.
"No need to be polite," the Middle-Aged Taoist waved his hand and said, "Just call me Dao Brother. I'm merely a few years older than you. I no longer dare to call myself a senior."
A few years older? Old man, don't say it like that; with your appearance, few would doubt that you are from my grandfather's generation.
"Alright then, Dao Brother," I still couldn't naturally address this old man as a brother. "You seem to know the details about this corpse; could you tell us about it?"
"It's fine to talk," the Middle-Aged Taoist replied. "However, this place is not suitable for conversation. How about this, follow me."
With that, the Middle-Aged Taoist waved his Daoist robe and pulled me and others into his robe.
I felt a darkness before my eyes and when I could see again, I found myself in a Daoist temple.
Inside the Daoist temple, there were only three statues, which appeared to be representations of the Three Pure Ones. In front of the statues were three incense sticks and an oil lamp. The entire temple looked very shabby, yet I had no intention of examining it closely, even though it lacked tables and chairs.
A mysterious aura floated throughout the temple, making one feel refreshed and at ease. This feeling was something I had only experienced in the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave! Just based on this, I was certain that this Old Daoist was definitely not an ordinary person!
"I prefer tranquility; if I seem neglectful in any way, please forgive me," a faint figure slowly appeared before the altar—it was the Middle-Aged Taoist.
The Middle-Aged Taoist did not intend to speak directly but stood respectfully before the statues of the Three Pure Ones, performing a deep bow while muttering something under his breath. However, his voice was too soft for me to clearly hear what he was saying.
After a while, the Middle-Aged Taoist pressed his hands lightly and slowly exhaled a breath of impurity.
"It’s an old habit of mine," the Middle-Aged Taoist explained. "Being too close to Yang Fire makes the fire poison within my body restless. Please excuse me."
"No problem," I replied politely. "Then may I ask Dao Brother for some guidance?"
I still found it difficult to smoothly call him Dao Brother.
"There's no rush," the Middle-Aged Taoist said leisurely as he made space for me. "Come, Yin, Daoist Friend, you should first offer incense to the Three Pure Ones."
Offering incense? That makes sense; it must be a custom. So I would do it. Although I rarely worshipped deities, there was reason enough to pay respects to the Three Pure Ones.
"What about me?" Shaoming asked from the side.
"You don't need to," the Middle-Aged Taoist changed his tone, which could even be described as stern.
Shaoming stepped back in grievance and fell silent.
I picked up the three incense sticks from the altar but realized there was nothing on the table to light them with.
"Use your Dao Fire to light this incense," a thought crossed my mind, and I naturally used the Azure Lotus Flame to ignite the Three Incense Sticks.
I respectfully offered the incense to the incense burner, and just as I was about to insert the Incense into the burner, a sudden surge of celestial energy drilled into my Dantian from the top of my head.
However, I did not feel much panic. Celestial energy is a good thing; why rush? Perhaps this is a gift from the Three Pure Ones!
After finishing with the incense, I took two steps back to make room for the Middle-Aged Taoist, eager to hear his insights about the Golden Crow.
The Middle-Aged Taoist pointed at my feet, and a Meditation Cushion appeared beneath me. Without hesitation, I sat down. Shaoming naturally stood behind me, looking like a well-behaved child.
It seemed that Shaoming was startled by the Middle-Aged Taoist's sudden sternness earlier.
"Before we discuss the Golden Crow, let me introduce myself," said the Middle-Aged Taoist. "My surname is Jiang, and I am a descendant of Jiang Taigong."
Jiang Taigong? That should be Jiang Ziya, who was deified, right? But what does this have to do with the Golden Crow?
"You are in the Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs; I was one of its founders," the Middle-Aged Taoist stated bluntly.
"You were supposed to be the representative of the court, responsible for communication between realms. However, since you later became associated with the Underworld, it seems they intend to cultivate you in a different direction."
"Initially, Uncle Xing was in touch with me, but later I became puzzled. Perhaps it was because I seemed suitable for Exorcism that I caught the attention of people from the Underworld?"
"The Underworld's interest in you likely relates to an impending event," the Middle-Aged Taoist glanced at me but did not elaborate. "However, remember this: those from the Underworld do not have good intentions; you must remain vigilant."
"Understood," I replied.
"Next, let me tell you about the Demon Tomb," the Middle-Aged Taoist cleared his throat and began.
"To start this, you need to know about a person, and that person's name is Ghost Fangzi."
"Ghost Fangzi, he is both the First Great Villain and the First Great Benefactor."
"He is an Evil Cultivator, the largest one since the establishment of the Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs," the Middle-Aged Taoist said. "My eyes were destroyed by his hands."
"Back then, we even summoned the Demigod Buddha to finally suppress Ghost Fangzi beneath the Sea of Blood. However, ironically, due to certain considerations, we did not completely eliminate Ghost Fangzi."
"So, many years later, Ghost Fangzi finally escaped from the Sea of Blood and returned to the human world."
"His purpose is not only against us righteous cultivators but also against Evil Cultivators."
"Such repetition?" I asked in surprise.
"If you understand this person named Ghost Fangzi, you will not be surprised by his choices," the Middle-Aged Taoist said calmly. "In fact, all these past events can be described as a coincidence."
"Back then, Ghost Fangzi and I had a good relationship, but unfortunately, fate played its tricks!"
As the Middle-Aged Taoist spoke, his tone grew heavier.
"When I first met Ghost Fangzi, he was a few years older than me. He was a monk, while I was a Taoist."
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