Chapter 287: Bu Yue

Chapter 287: Bu Yue

After leaving the Ghost Pass and entering Zhongzhou, not far away was the summer palace built by Empress Mingkong, where the Zhongzhou Daoist Palace was located.

The Ghost Kingdom and the Ghost Pass were actually located between Qinzhou Daoist Mansion and Zhongzhou Daoist Mansion. Further extending the distance, the Ghost Kingdom and the Ghost Pass were also located between the Chongyang Palace of Immortality in Difei Mountain and the Wanxiang Daoist Palace in Longmen Prefecture.

This was located within the core territory of the Daoist Order. That was why Feng Bo felt desperate and chose to kill Qi Xuansu in Xijing Prefecture. After all, that was his best option. In Xijing Prefecture, Feng Bo only had to face the Qinzhou Daoist Mansion and the Wuxu Palace, as opposed to Beimang Mountain, where Feng Bo would have to face countless forces from the Daoist Order.

For Qi Xuansu, Zhongzhou was regarded as his second hometown because this was where the Wanxiang Daoist Palace was located, where he spent his childhood and youth.

Qi Xuansu was an orphan, so he did not know where his original hometown was. Perhaps the Wanxiang Daoist Palace would have records of his birth, but he wondered if these files were kept after so many years. Even if the Wanxiang Daoist Palace had this information, not just anyone had the clearance to retrieve it.

In fact, Qi Xuansu was not obsessed with his origins because of the environment in which he grew up.

If Qi Xuansu had grown up on the streets and seen families walking around, he would have been an outlier without parents. If so, he would have asked himself who gave birth to and abandoned him.

However, Qi Xuansu was adopted by the Wanxiang Daoist Palace, where the children were all orphans. They were all the same kind, so no one would ask about another person’s origins. They regarded the Wanxiang Daoist Palace as their home, the strict Daoist teachers as their fathers, and the Daoist nuns taking care of their daily lives as their mothers. Everything seemed natural.

The Daoist master and apprentice relationship was akin to that of a parent and child. So those from the Wanxiang Daoist Palace who were lucky to be chosen by their masters would convert to their master’s sect. Otherwise, most would choose to go to the Quanzhen Sect, as it was one of the three sects that did not focus on family background and had the most ordained monks.

If Qi Xuansu had not followed his master Qi Haoran to join the Zhengyi sect, he would probably have joined the Quanzhen Sect.

Many people’s obsessions were actually rooted in their childhood. Qi Xuansu’s real obsession was to return to the Daoist Order, not just because of Zhang Yuelu but also because he felt a sense of belonging there. The Daoist Order was his home.

In the past, even though Qi Xuansu was a lone traveler, he still had his identity as a seventh-rank Daoist priest. No matter where he went, he could openly take out his Daoist certificate. He was more like a wanderer who traveled far away from home. With his seventh-rank Daoist priest identity, Qi Xuansu could still go back to the Daoist Order whenever he wanted to.

Now that Qi Xuansu was supposedly dead, he could not use his Daoist identity anymore. He felt like an orphan who had been kicked out. These were two completely different situations and feelings.

This type of situation was alarming for the Imperial Court because there were so many Daoist disciples who were born and raised in the Daoist community. Most also died as Daoists. Thus, they only recognized the Daoist Order as their authority because that was where they found a sense of belonging.

Although the Daoist Order and the Imperial Court cooperated seamlessly and were sometimes considered one integrated entity, there were inevitable conflicts that arose. These two behemoths were like a married couple—one of them was bound to call the shots. That was why the Imperial Court would inevitably take the opportunity to intervene in the competition for the Daoist Grand Master.

Qi Xuansu did not delve so deeply into politics. All he wanted to do was arrive in Longmen Prefecture as soon as possible and glance at the Wanxiang Daoist Palace that held the memories of his childhood and youth.

He came to the gate of the Summer Palace and saw many Daoist priests coming in and out, with formidable Spirit Guards in full armor and holding sharp weapons lined up on both sides of the main entrance.

The grade horse nodded and flashed its teeth, as if it were smiling in agreement.

“What about Wei Wugui?” Qi Xuansu said, “You can have the same name as me.”

The horse shook its head, clearly disapproving of it.

Qi Xuansu thought to himself and muttered, “My other name is Xuansu. But it doesn’t seem appropriate for a horse, because the character, Xuan, holds too much meaning for the Daoist Order and the Imperial Court.”

Hearing this, the horse scratched the ground slowly with its front hoof, feeling a little uneasy. This horse was indeed smart and shrewd, probably due to its past experiences since it was old.

“Hmm, what about Radish?” Qi Xuansu was throwing out random names he could think of.

The grade horse stamped its hooves three times in protest, expressing its dissatisfaction.

Qi Xuansu tried again. “Grape?”

The horse shook its head again. He did not want to be named after fruit or vegetables!

Qi Xuansu still did not give up. “Oh, I have a friend from the Western Continent who taught me some of his language. Do you want a Western name? I think Arthur mentioned an interesting name called Torrent.”

The horse rolled its eyes. It would have reared up if Qi Xuansu had been riding on its back so that Qi Xuansu would fall off.

This was the first time Qi Xuansu saw such a human-like expression on a horse.

“Fine. A horse from the Great Xuan Dynasty doesn’t need a Western name.” Qi Xuansu had to appease his horse and continued racking his brain for suitable names.

Qi Xuansu suddenly thought of his own pseudonym from the Qingping Society, Gold-Plated Knife. It was meant to remind him of his huge debt.

Qi Xuansu tested the waters. “Let’s try some of the names from ancient poems, then. Ba Gui, Ding Er, San Tai, Tian Xiang, Liu Chou, Jiu Ri, Chu Sai, Ta Yue, Bu Yue, Jin Yan...I didn’t make these up. What do you think?”

The horse did not object this time and nodded repeatedly.

Qi Xuansu smiled. “You really are picky. Alright, I’ll choose one among them. I think Bu Yue is most suitable since you’ve walked with me through the Ghost Kingdom. After all, Bu means walk, and Yue means the moon, which is the symbol of yin energy. What do you think?”

The horse nickered as if to say, “Finally, a name that I like!”