Lee Xian, Cultivator of Guyon

The Temple of Ancestors and Truth

Xian finally arrived at the gate of the ancestral temple hidden within the fish-like hill. The gate was large and majestic, made of wood filled with intricate carvings. An ancient and holy aura was felt around him, making Xian feel astonished and humble.

The villagers had told him that this temple was a place where their ancestors practiced their cultivation diligently. This is a place that was consecrated and maintained neatly by previous generations. Xian was honored to visit this place and learn more about his family history.

He stepped through the gate and into the temple. Inside, he found himself inside a large and spacious hall. The walls were decorated with murals depicting the lives of their ancestors and great achievements in cultivation.

In the center of the hall, there was a beautiful stone altar with a pair of burning candles, creating a gentle light. Xian honoured the altar gently and prayed to his family ancestors, asking for guidance and wisdom.

However, his gaze was immediately drawn to a large stone tablet located on the temple wall. The tablet looked old and filled with unfamiliar writings. He felt that there was something special about the tablet, and he stepped closer to read it.

"Of course, there is so much I have to learn here" Xian whispered to himself as he looked at the writings on the tablet. He tried to understand its meaning, but it seemed like the writings were a long-lost language.

As he tried to touch the tablet with his fingertips, something unexpected happened. A rumbling sound echoed throughout the temple, and the lights on the ceiling glittered as if they were alive. Xian was surprised and jumped back.

However, when he took a closer look, he realized that he had activated an elaborate trap mechanism in the temple. On the temple walls, he saw several secret grooves and tools that resembled archery tools directed at him.

"Ah, no!" he shouted as the arrows began to slide towards him. He jumped there and there, dodging the arrows with the nimble movements he learned during his training. However, as he moved, he accidentally stepped on some rocks that produced a music-like sound. This turned the solemn atmosphere into full of laughter, and Xian smiled widely as he danced among the arrows shot towards him.

The villagers always taught him to see happiness in every situation, and now he applies that lesson in a cheerful way. He continued to dance, circling, and even pretended to be a living puppet as he dodged the arrows.

The funny show made the entire temple laugh and clap. Along with the laughter of the villagers in his heart, Xian continued dancing, dodging arrows, and turning a serious situation into an entertaining show.

After a while, when the trap mechanism finally stopped, Xian finished his dance and heaved a sigh of relief. He felt happy to have overcome this obstacle with high spirits and laughter.

He looked back at the stone tablet located on the temple wall. Now, under the glittering lights, the writings on the tablet felt like they were talking to him. And as he read them with wiser eyes, he began to understand the meaning of the story.

His family history, the struggles of their ancestors in overcoming obstacles and achieving high-level cultivation, were all beautifully recorded on that stone tablet. Xian felt connected to his ancestors and felt inspired by their dedication. He knows that he has a responsibility to safeguard his family's legacy and respect what they have achieved.

With a hopeful heart, Xian continued his research on the stone tablet, ready to uncover more about his family history and take further steps in his journey as a cultivator.

After uncovering his family's history and gaining new knowledge of his ancestors inside a hidden ancestral temple, Xian returns to the fish village with a joyful heart. His return journey was through the same forest he had passed a few days ago, but his feelings were very different. He felt closer to his family roots and had greater confidence in his cultivation journey.

When he arrived at the village, the villagers greeted him with open arms. They wanted to know what he found in the ancestral temple and how his journey took place. Xian happily shared stories about the stone tablet and knowledge of his remarkable family history.

"You won't believe how beautiful the temple is" Xian said, eyes twinkling. "And now, I feel closer to our ancestors than ever before. They had made an incredible journey in their cultivation."

The villagers listened attentively, hanging on to every word that came out of Xian's mouth. They feel proud and grateful for the discovery he made and the desire to share it with them.

Hearing stories about the ancestral temple and the discovery of Xian, the villagers began to talk to each other. Some recalled the stories their parents had told about the family ancestors, while others began to feel inspired and wanted to start their own cultivation journey.

Suddenly, an old villager with a long white mustache stood in front of the crowd. "Brothers," he said in a deep voice, "it may be time for us to celebrate Xian's extraordinary discovery."

The crowd agreed with the boisterous, and the idea of holding a big fish festival soon arose. The festival will be a way to celebrate Xian's discovery and also an opportunity for villagers to unite in happiness and unity.

As time went on, the big fish festival arrived. The village is filled with music, dancing, and laughter. The tables are filled with a variety of fish dishes, from grilled to stir-fried, with a variety of delicious spices and sauces.

Xian sat in the middle of a long table filled with delicious fish dishes. He tasted every dish carefully, looking for the most delicious and authentic flavors. The villagers sat around him, waiting with their hearts pounding as Xian gave his assessment.

"The taste of this fish is amazing," Xian said with a wide smile. "But I have to give the highest points to this dish!" She points to a dish served by a housewife who has long been famous for her special fish dishes.

Applaus and boisterous cheers were heard as the winner was announced. The housewife smiled happily as she received the award from Xian. It is a moment of happiness and pride for the villagers, and this great fish festival will be a tradition that they will continue for generations.

When night fell and the sky above the village darkened, the villagers gathered under the stars, surrounded by glittering lantern lights. They sing songs and tell their family stories, celebrate their roots and honor their ancestors.

Xian sat in their midst, feeling like part of a warm and loving extended family. He knew that his cultivation journey was not over yet, but he also knew that he had found a house in this fish village. With a grateful heart, he pondered about all that he had learned and all that was still waiting for him in the bright future.

Xian sat down on the bank of the river flowing quietly, letting his mind drift freely. He mused about this incredible journey, about the discovery of the ancestral temple, and about how all this had changed him.

A gentle sunlight shone on his face, creating a golden glint on the surface of the sparkling water. The surrounding nature is so peaceful, with the sound of water ripples and the singing of birds that it becomes the perfect backdrop for reflection.

"Beautiful jiang," said a villager who walked over to Xian. "How do you feel after discovering the truth about your ancestors?"

Xian smiled at the villagers. "This was an amazing experience. I feel more connected to my family ancestors and better prepared to continue on my cultivation journey. But there's so much I have to learn and achieve."

The villagers nodded with understanding. "The journey of cultivation is a journey of a lifetime. But you have given us a wonderful gift by sharing your knowledge and with this great fish festival."

Xian felt warm hearing those words. He mused about how he had become part of this community, how they had embraced him sincerely and how they had supported each other.

While he was still in a deep mood, something unexpected happened. A huge fish suddenly jumped from the water, hovering in the air before landing right above Xian's head. The water from the river splashed out in all directions, creating a refreshing splash of water.

Xian was shocked and shocked by this incident, and so were the villagers who watched from afar. However, when they saw Xian's shocked facial expression, they couldn't help but laugh.

Cheerful laughter rang out all over the riverbank as Xian stood with the fish still covering his head. He stroked the fish's head gently and laughed to himself. "This is a unique way to close this incredible journey" he said.

The villagers finally approached Xian with a joke and a pat on the shoulder. They know that this moment is a memory that they will cherish forever.

Night fell, and the sky above the fish village darkened with stars shining brightly. The villagers gathered around the huge bonfire, looking at the sparkling light and feeling warm. They sang folk songs and told stories about their ancestors.

Xian sat among them, feeling deep gratitude. He pondered about how he had found the real family in this village, how they had shared their history and heritage with him, and how he had given something of value to them as well.

"Thank you, fish village," Xian said in a soft voice. "You are my family now, and I promise to continue to maintain this relationship."

The villagers smiled and nodded, feeling happy to have Xian as part of their community. They knew that the future would bring more adventure and travel for Xian, but they also knew that he would always have a comfortable and warm place to go home.

The night continued with laughter and stories, and as Xian lay under the stars with the villagers, he felt happy and calm. His journey may not have been completed, but he knew that he had found a true home and family in this fish village. And with a hopeful heart, he pondered about all the adventures that still await him in the bright future.