Sikong Zhao was dressed as a handyman, but his movements were not at all restrained. He looked up and down Wangjun Mountain in his eyes, feeling every inch of the land. His consciousness swept through the ground, but there was no trace of his ancestral veins.
The returning soul is so powerful that it can easily break through all kinds of cover-ups. If there is one, it should be discovered. He stroked his beard and pondered, a little doubtful whether the information Qi Huan gave to Wu Qu was accurate. He could not find the location of the ancestral vein. Why did Qi Huan conclude that the source of the ancestral vein was here?
Thinking like this, he discovered that there was a subtle fluctuation of divine power at the foot of the main peak, which would be difficult for ordinary people to detect.
Suspicious, Sikong Zhao chased after the fluctuations. He saw ancient trees forming a forest, and the coolness of the forest brushed his cheeks, as if falling into the deep stream of an icy lake. He looked around, but there was no shadow of the main peak. The world had changed.
He was happy and surprised, this was the divine way!
This mountain is really special, it’s not worth a visit in person!
Suddenly, he kicked something under his feet. He leaned over and dug through the grass to see that it was half a ruined stele, with an ancient sacred script written on it: Hongde Yuanzu... Open the door to recruit disciples... Test ...
The inscription on the inscription is a lot incomplete, but the main idea seems to be that Hongde Yuanzu is opening the door to recruit disciples, and those who pass will be eligible to join his sect.
Hongde Yuanzu, this should be the honorable name of an ancient god.
Sikong Zhao boasted that his heart was still as still as water, comparable to an ancient well, and he couldn't help but make ripples. His brows were filled with joy. It wasn't long before he was promoted to Poxu and joined Wu Qu. He accepted this mission purely to demonstrate his achievements. A veteran returning to the void worshiper stood firm in front of him. Unexpectedly, he picked up the treasure and encountered the inheritance of the divine path as soon as he came.
He braced himself with all his energy and continued to walk forward. Suddenly he smelled the aroma of wine. From this aroma, he knew that it was the best wine that he had never seen in his life. Just smelling the smell would make him faint. How could he challenge the return to the virtual world like this? Your endurance must be brewed with the treasures of heaven and earth.
He followed the aroma of the wine to find the source, and finally saw a cave in which several drunk monkeys were playing with wine jars, chattering and making trouble.
The wine jar was real, but the monkey was fake. He took the wine jar from the monkey's hand, took one sip and became drunk. He shook his head, stabilized his swaying body, and was about to drink, when a flash of light flashed in his mind. , and put down the wine jar again.
Zhizhi~
A monkey barked at him twice and jumped into the forest nimbly, with a small token hanging on its erect tail.
Sikong Zhao took a closer look and saw that there were divine inscriptions on the token made of unknown materials, which read: Disciple Order.
Sure enough, this jar of wine is a test!
He glanced at the wine jar reluctantly, fluttered his sleeves and chased the monkey. According to his speed, it was easy to chase a monkey, but this place was unusual. As he chased, there was no sign of the monkey.
Sikong Zhao was looking for traces of the monkey when a girl named Pinting came over and spread her palms, "Fellow Taoist, are you looking for this thing?"
Isn’t that the disciple token in my hand?
Sikong Zhao cautiously replied, "Exactly."
The woman approached with a smile and stretched out her hand to hand the token to him. Of course he wanted to take it, but the woman's feet stooped and she gracefully threw herself into his arms. The strange fragrance that seemed to be there or not was alluring.
The girl Pingting had a look on her face and said in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, it's Xiuer's bad manners."
Sikong Zhao was angry and funny. He was already in this Taoist realm, so why would he still care about beauty?
However, I heard that the ancient gods were very polite, and if he pushed her away rudely, he might miss the opportunity, so he asked in a friendly and caring manner, "It doesn't matter. Is your ankle in trouble?"
"It seems to be twisted."
The woman's face was forbearing, and she inadvertently showed a little bit of pain, looking very pitiful.
Sikong Zhao helped her sit on the stone next to her, "Then you can rest. Can you give me the token?"
The woman's eyes were as charming as silk, and she looked up at him with a hint of pleading, "I'm afraid, can you stay and chat with me?"
Sikong Zhao was particularly talkative at this time and said kindly, "What do you want to talk about?"
"How about we talk about the relationship between the Five Elements Element Sequence and Qimen Dunjia?"
"..." Sikong Zhao was surprised and asked again, "What?"
The woman shook her head and lamented, "How come today's little guys are so ignorant and ignorant, without any ink in their stomachs."
Her figure faded away, and Sikong Zhao reached out his hand anxiously, but only caught a wisp of green smoke, and said angrily, "How can I, a great master of martial arts, understand the sequence!"
Sikong Zhao was caught off guard and couldn't let it go for a long time. However, he had not been kicked out by Shenlu, so he would still have a chance.
The lush branches and leaves of the ancient trees blocked the sunlight, and it was difficult to discern the direction in the darkness. He returned to the ruined monument again and chose the opposite direction to the previous one.
The sound of gurgling water entered his ears. He followed the sound and saw a hot spring pool among the quiet mountains. The steam was steaming, and it was as small as a fairy mansion.
If you look closely, you can see a lazy figure leaning on the bank of the pool. Half of his body is in the water and half is exposed to the air. Every texture is perfect, as if he has been favored by the Creator.
Sikong Zhao looked at the handsome man and spoke proactively, "Excuse me, have you seen a token?"
"Is this it?" A mellow voice sounded in the half-covered clouds, and there was a splash of water. He raised his hand from the water, and his fingertips were clearly hooked on the disciple order, and there was still water dripping on it!
Sikong Zhao's heart was palpitating and he asked, "Can you give it to me?"
"Huh?" The man leaned on the bank of the pool and raised his elbows. The disciple's order was dangling at his fingertips, which made people's eyes widen. "What is the path you seek?"
Sikong Zhao was very calm and there was something going on!
He sat and narrated the Tao, his mouth blooming like a lotus flower, and recounted his life's insights one by one. The man listened without making any comments, but asked, "Would you like to enter my divine way and learn the supreme supernatural powers?"
Sikong Zhao was silent. He wanted the ancient god's treasure, but he never thought of giving up his current way.
"That's all, I thought you were destined to enter this place and I'll give you a chance to get the treasure."
Sikong Zhao followed his finger and looked over. The clouds and mist dispersed, revealing a piece of precious light. The auras of various spiritual creatures were intertwined together, which made him red-eyed. They were all rare treasures that could only be seen in ten thousand years. !
The real deal!
His breathing quickened, and the man said slowly, "The treasures here are not for you to use casually. You can only exchange them with your own luck, merit, cultivation, and opportunities."
Sikong Zhao rolled his eyes but did not take that step, "What is the supreme supernatural power?"
"Gong takes part in creation, seeks the source of one body, and creates great things with one's body."
Use yourself to create boundaries? !
Sikong Zhao cried and laughed. It was indeed a Shinto inheritance, or a creation inheritance from ancient times!
But he has already practiced martial arts, and the foundation of the Tao realm has been formed and cannot be changed. Do he have to find a way to reincarnate and cultivate again?
"May I ask, what are the requirements for practicing it?" he asked tentatively.
"How can it be practiced casually? Only those who can practice this creation method must first pass the disciple test and undergo thousands of years of assessment.
Sikong Zhao came back to his senses and was embarrassed, "Your Excellency, you can be so frank, is it because I am not qualified for this method?"
"You're not stupid either."
Sikong Zhao's mind fell back, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared.
He looked at those treasures attentively, but he didn't recognize many of them. He only sensed that they had extraordinary Taoism. Just taking out one of them would make them jealous! I want to chat with more like-minded people about "Di Shen Tong Jian", follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat, chat about life, and find close friends~
