Qing Yun mountain range towered over the central plains, in the shade of the mountain was the great river 'Hong Chuan', on the mountain was the strategic city 'HeYang City', holding the throat of the world, its geographical location was extremely important.

Qing Yun Hill stretched for hundreds of miles, the peaks rising and falling, the highest had seven peaks, towering into the clouds, usually only white clouds could be seen circling the waist of the mountain, the true appearance of the peak could not be seen. Qing Yun Hill was covered with dense forests, waterfalls, strange rocks, rare birds and strange beasts, everywhere, the scenery was dangerous and strange, famous in the world.

But even more famous, was the cultivation sect on this mountain – Qing Yun sect.

Qing Yun sect had a long history, established for more than two thousand years, the current leader of the good and evil sects. It was said that the founder of the sect was a Jianghu fortune teller, half of his life was destitute, depressed and unable to achieve his ambitions. When he was forty-nine years old, he wandered the world and passed by Qing Yun Hill, at one glance he could tell that this mountain was a wonderful place, gathering the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth, it was an excellent place. He immediately climbed the mountain, ate the wind and drank the dew, cultivating and refining the way, not long after, in a secret cave deep in Qing Yun Hill, he found a nameless ancient scroll, it recorded all kinds of magical techniques, difficult and obscure, but it had endless uses and great power.

The fortune teller had this fortuitous encounter and concentrated on his cultivation. In a flash, twenty years passed, he had some small achievements, after a few Jianghu storms, although he could not dominate the world, he became a hero of a region. On Qing Yun Hill, he established a sect, called it: Qing Yun. Because of this, the ancient scroll recorded, was close to Taoism, he dressed as a Taoist, called himself 'Qing Yun Zi', later generations of disciples respectfully called him 'Qing Yun Zhenren'.

Qing Yun Zi lived for three hundred and sixty-seven years, he took in ten disciples, before he died, he exhorted, "Half of my life, I have studied physiognomy, especially in Fengshui. This Qing Yun Hill is a rare spiritual place, our Qing Yun sect occupies this mountain, in the future we will definitely prosper, you must not give it up. Remember, remember! "

At that time the ten disciples all nodded, deeply believing, Qing Yun Zi then passed away. Unexpectedly in the next hundred years, not knowing if it was the will of the heavens, or because Qing Yun Zi's physiognomy was not good, not only did Qing Yun sect not prosper, it instead declined day by day.

Of the ten disciples, two died young, four died in the Jianghu, one was crippled, and one went missing, leaving only two disciples. Fifty years passed like this, Qing Yun Hill within a hundred miles radius experienced an unprecedented natural disaster and earthquake, mountain torrents erupted, the earth shook and the mountains swayed, there were countless deaths and injuries, another branch was actually terminated. As for the only remaining heir, he was limited by his aptitude, his abilities were meager, and he was no longer as glorious as Qing Yun Zi was in the past. Instead, because of that ancient scroll, he attracted external enemies to fight over it. After a few bloody battles, if it wasn't for the few powerful magical weapons that Qing Yun Zi left behind, Qing Yun Sect would have already been destroyed.

This situation continued for a full four hundred years, and Jadeon Sect did not improve at all. It could almost be described as' struggling at death '. In the end, they were even bullied to their doorstep. Among the seven peaks of Azure Sky, other than the main peak, Tongtian Peak, the other six peaks were occupied by foreign enemies. Among them, there were also bandits who used it as a stronghold to plunder and run amok. Those who didn't know had many misunderstandings, thought that Qing Yun Sect had fallen to such a state. Although the Qing Yun disciples tried to defend themselves, and had the heart to kill the enemy to clear their name, but they were powerless, pitiful and lamentable. Thinking about it now, that was really the most miserable period of Qing Yun Sect.

It wasn't until 1300 years ago that the situation changed.

Probably Qing Yun Zi's physiognomy finally showed its power, or maybe Heaven was tired and no longer teased Qing Yun Sect. At this time, from the eleventh generation of Qing Yun Sect, there was actually a stunning and outstanding figure, a peerless figure who led the group — — Taoist Qing Ye. Qing Ye's surname was Ye, he was originally a poor scholar. His innate talent was outstanding, but he tried many times but failed. Later by chance, he was accepted as the last disciple of Qing Yun Sect's tenth generation Sect Leader Wu Fangzi at the age of only twenty-two.

After Qing Ye entered the sect, in just a year, he comprehended all the sword skills that Wu Fangzi passed on to him, and stood at the top among the disciples. Another year passed, even Wu Fangzi could only rely on his profound cultivation to barely be on par with him. Wu Fangzi was surprised and delighted, he resolutely took out the ancient scroll passed down by the founder and passed it to Qing Ye to study it himself. Qing Ye then went into seclusion in the "Illusory Moon Cave" at the back of TongTian Peak. This seclusion lasted for thirteen years before he came out.

It was said that when he came out of seclusion, it was the night of the full moon. That night, the cold moon hung high, the entire TongTian Peak of Qing Yun Hill was as bright as day. Suddenly a violent wind blew, there was a long dragon's roar coming from the back of the mountain, the sound shook hundreds of miles, everyone who heard it changed their countenance. Later, there was a faint purple auspicious light, shot up to the sky, a loud sound, the Illusory Moon Cave suddenly opened, Qing Ye's hair and beard were all white, a smile on his face, a clear light around his body, he slowly walked out. Everyone was shocked, thinking that he had become an immortal.

After that, Qing Ye officially became a monk, using his surname as Ye, taking the word "Qing" from Qing Yun, hence his name Qing Ye. That day he smiled and bid farewell to his master Wu Fangzi, said, "Master please wait for a moment, disciple is going out to do something, I will be back in a day."

Everyone did not understand, a day and night later, Qing Ye returned on his sword, the enemies of the six peaks of Qing Yun Hill were all killed. Priest Qing Ye's skills were strong, his methods ruthless, in a moment his name shook the world, Qing Yun Hill's reputation flourished.

Another year passed, Wu Fangzi was about to pass the sect leader position to Qing Ye, he himself went to cultivate, no longer caring about the trifling matters of the sect. After Qing Ye took over, he worked hard, vigorously helped his fellow sect members, strictly selected his successor, in addition to what he comprehended from the nameless ancient scroll, he had an unfathomable power. Qing Yun Sect from then on flourished, within fifty years, it was already the pillar of the Good Faction, and after two hundred years, it was already the leader of the various Good Faction sects.

Qing Ye Zhenren passed away at the age of five hundred and fifty, he was strict in taking in disciples all his life, only teaching seven people, hence Qing Yun Seven Peaks were divided into seven people, so that the seven branches could pass on the incense. Among which the main sect resided in the main peak, TongTian Peak, Qing Yun Monastery, was the center of the sect.

Until today, Qing Yun Sect had close to a thousand disciples, the number of skilled people were as many as the clouds, its prestige was illustrious, together with "Tian Yin Temple", "FenXiang Valley", they were listed as the three great sects. And the current fifteenth generation sect leader, Reverend DaoXuan, his skills were profound, extraordinary and holy, even more so a first class exceptional figure.

At the foot of Qing Yun Hill, about fifty miles northwest from the big city "HeYang", there was a small village called "Grasstemple Village". Here lived forty odd families, the folk customs simple and honest, the villagers mostly went up the hill to gather firewood and handed it over to Qing Yun Sect in exchange for some taels of silver. Usually the villagers saw Qing Yun disciples coming and going, with miraculous abilities, they worshipped Qing Yun Sect, thinking that they were celestials. And Qing Yun Sect had always taken care of the surrounding people, treated the villagers here quite well.

This day, the sky was gloomy, dark clouds hung low, making one feel suffocated.

Looking from Grasstemple Village, that lofty Qing Yun Hill pierced straight into the horizon, strange peaks and strange rocks, indistinctly carrying a trace of malevolence.

Just that, the villagers had lived here for generations, they had seen this scene countless of times, they did not care, not to mention the ignorant children.

"Brat, where are you going?" A scolding, with a bit of laughter, came from the mouth of a half-grown child, he looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with delicate features, leading four or five boys and girls, chasing another child in front of them. The child in front was two years younger than him, also a bit shorter, his face was full of smile, running forward, turning his head and making a face.

"Shaw Danon, if you have the guts then stop!" The child behind shouted loudly.

The child in front called Shaw Danon spat, said while running: "You think I am an idiot!" Then he ran even faster.

Running all the way, the children gradually came to the broken Grasstemple Temple at the east of the village. From the outside, the small Grasstemple Temple was very old, no one knew how many storms it had experienced.

Shaw Danon was the first to rush in, unexpectedly, accidentally tripped by the door, plopped and fell. The children behind him were overjoyed. They rushed forward and pressed him under their bodies. The handsome boy had a smug look on his face. He laughed and said, "I caught you. Now you have nothing to say, right?"

But Shaw Danon rolled his eyes, said: "Not counted, not counted, you plotted against me, how can it count?"

The boy was surprised, asked: "When did I plot against you?"

Shaw Danon said: "Baye, you dare to say that you did not put this door here?"

The child called Baye said loudly: "There is no such thing!"

Shaw Danon pursed his lips, tilted his head, determined not to surrender, not to give in. Baye's anger rose, one hand strangled his neck, said angrily: "You said if you catch me, you will admit defeat, do you not give in?"

Shaw Danon ignored him.

Baye's face was red, his hand tightened, said loudly: "Do you not give in?"

Shaw Danon's throat was strangled, breathing gradually became difficult, slowly his face began to turn red, but he was very stubborn at such a young age, he did not say a word.

Baye became more and more angry, the strength of his hand increased, his mouth repeated: "Do you not give in, do you not give in, do you not give in?"

At this time, the other children saw something was wrong, they quietly retreated, leaving only these two ignorant children, for the sake of the fight, let their own extreme temper, persisted with each other like this.

Seeing a disaster was about to happen, suddenly there was a Buddhist voice in the depths of the temple, someone said: "Amitabha, quickly stop."

A skinny hand, stretched out two fingers, flicked on Baye's hands. Baye's body shook like he was struck by lightning, his hands naturally loosened.

Shaw Danon breathed heavily, obviously holding it in. They were startled, came back to their senses, remembered the scene just now, looked at each other, both were more and more afraid.

Lin JingYu said, "Xiao Fan, I am sorry. I don't know why … … "

Shaw Danon shook his head, his breathing gradually steadied, said: "It's okay. Hey, who are you? "

The children followed his eyes and saw in the temple, there was an old monk, his face full of wrinkles, wearing an old kasaya, his whole body dirty. In his hand, there was a string of green jade beads, crystal clear, dazzling, emitting a faint green light. What was strange was that among the dozen or so pearls of the same size, there was a dull, dark purple pearl that was neither jade nor stone.