Liangzhou is located on the border of Daqing. There are many mountains and rivers in the territory, but there are no famous mountains or rivers. Few people practice cultivation here.
After all, three thousand miles north of Liangzhou is the Mingchuan Mountains, which stretches for tens of thousands of miles. Although there are many wild beasts and monsters in them, the place where spiritual energy gathers is far from comparable to Liangzhou.
Most of the monks who had some means would go to the Mingchuan Mountains to open caves.
It's just that Liangzhou is a big state after all, and there are monks who have opened caves here.
The Golden Bell Tower is one of them.
Jinzhong Tower is located in Jinzhong Mountain, 300 miles outside Ding'an County. As a local sect in Liangzhou, it has been established here for many years.
It's just that there is a formation covering the outside of the sect's station, and even if there are hunters who accidentally enter, the mountain people will probably come out after a few rounds. Therefore, although there are legends of immortals in Jinzhong Mountain, no one has actually found them.
"Ahem!"
Among the mountains, the sound of coughing came from a wooden building.
Changlin Taoist woke up from the retreat and walked out of the retreat.
He coughed every time he took a step, and at the same time, he coughed out a cloud of Yin Qi. By the time he walked out of the wooden building, he had coughed more than a hundred times, and his voice became a little hoarse.
"Master, are you okay?"
Outside the wooden building, the little Taoist boy Mingxin, who was sitting cross-legged on the lawn and studying Taoism, raised his head.
Looking at Taoist Changlin's pale but unshadowed face, he breathed a sigh of relief.
During the trip to the Yinsi Tavern, Taoist Chang Lin almost died in the underworld. He fled in embarrassment all the way and barely survived after taking all the secret elixirs from the Golden Bell Tower.
It took several months of training before I regained my strength.
"Is everything okay? It's serious!"
Changlin Taoist sighed sadly:
"The Netherworld is indeed not easy to break into. The few magical weapons left behind by the founder are all placed inside..."
His end was approaching, and although he had a chance to escape this trip to the underworld, he didn't have a few more years to live.
Moreover, most of the magic weapons left by the ancestors of the past generations are placed inside.
It can be said to be a blood loss.
And he still had a doubt in his mind.
That was because he was clearly about to be killed by the old ghost in the netherworld. Why did the old ghost suddenly retreat?
No, not retreat, but a mad escape.
It was like seeing the most terrifying sight in the world.
"As long as everything is fine, it's just Netherworld. It's better not to go there in the future."
The Taoist Mingxin sent out a Taoist book and comforted him.
He also had lingering fears.
That night, he was frightened when he saw Taoist Changlin who had escaped back. The old Taoist was so eroded by the evil spirit that he almost turned into a ghost.
"I want to go, but I have no choice."
Changlin Taoist took a few steps forward and squatted on the lawn with a sad look on his face.
Netherworld didn't just go there if he wanted to. He paid a huge price to ask Master Tianji to have a fortune telling, and then waited for many years before he found the Yinsi Tavern, a portal to Netherworld.
It didn't work out this time, and he couldn't go even if he wanted to.
Mingxin Taoist boy stopped talking.
At his age, he could not understand Taoist Changlin's fear of death. He could not understand the great terror between life and death.
"Forget it, people are destined to die, and practice is in heaven. Fruits cannot be forced."
Changlin Taoist no longer thought about anything else, glanced at Taoist Mingxin and said:
"After this, I will have about nine years left to live. During these nine years, I will teach you and me all the magic of the Golden Bell Tower. You need to learn it seriously."
"Master..."
Ming Xin Daotong's heart trembled, it was time to make arrangements for the funeral.
"I, the Golden Bell Tower, have never had many disciples. Before you, I had three disciples, but two of them died a long time ago. The rest, your three senior brothers, should be in Qingdu City..."
Taoist Changlin spoke slowly.
The Golden Bell Tower, or one of the few cultivation sects in the world, has a large open mountain gate.
One is that for any practitioner, his own practice is much more important than guiding his disciples, and the other is that it is not allowed.
Cultivation resources are limited and too many disciples will only divert the sect’s luck.
He only had four disciples in his life, and a few of them died. Of course, these are the direct disciples, the boys who made the medicine, the medicine-gathering boys, and some of the guardians.
Thousands of people were surrounding the two masters and apprentices for the maintenance of the Golden Bell Tower, the collection of herbs, and daily necessities.
"Third Senior Brother? I haven't heard you mention it?"
The little Taoist boy Ming Xin was a little surprised.
"It's useless to talk about evil obstacles. This beast was deceived by Tathagata Monastery and stole the nine furnaces left by the ancestor of our sect. Both of your senior brothers were killed by him!"
Taoist Changlin's face turned gloomy for a moment:
"You must remember that after this bastard entered Tathagata Court, he was called De Xing. When you see him in the future, you must be careful, and be careful again!"
"Virtue?"
Mingxin Taoist silently wrote down the name.
"There is no need to think about revenge. It is said that that beast has achieved his destiny, and you will not be his opponent."
Taoist Changlin waved his hands in disinterest:
"This time I feel sorry for you, my master, and I have lost all the magic weapons that should have been passed on to you. After I die, you can seal the mountain!
Relying on the formations in the nearby mountains, even a young Taoist disciple may not be able to attack you. If you practice carefully and quietly, there is no shortage of cultivation resources in the mountains. After you gather your life, it will not be too late to leave the mountain..."
"Teacher, master!"
Mingxin Taoist boy jumped up and his voice became a little sharp: "It's broken, it's broken!"
"Why are you so surprised? What's broken?"
Taoist Changlin frowned and turned to look.
With this opening, he suddenly jumped three feet high, his beard and hair spread out:
"Me, my formation!!!"
I saw that the clouds and fog surrounding the Golden Bell Tower suddenly began to disperse, and outside, dozens of mountains of different heights that were supposed to exist were all shaking at this moment!
boom!
Boom!
The mountain peaks shook, the earth cracked, and dust rolled and spread with the air waves.
"me......."
Taoist Chang Lin shook his body and let out a breath of filthy air: "You are so bold and evil, how dare you move my mountains and rivers and break my formation!"
All mountain-protecting formations are rooted in the veins of the earth, coinciding with the stars in the sky and the qi of heaven and earth.
His mountain-protecting formation at the Golden Bell Tower was no exception. If an idler wanted to break the formation, he would have to forcefully break it. It had to be a real person to break through it, but he had never seen anyone move the mountain directly.
So angry!
Changlin Taoist suddenly stepped into the sky, summoned his magic power and let out a thunderous roar!
"Don't stop yet!"
A roar, emptying and breaking the waves, actually suppressed the sound of the shaking mountains and rivers outside.
"who?"
Amidst the roar of the mountains, a middle-aged man dressed in the city god's costume looked up.
As soon as he saw Taoist Changlin, his expression changed slightly, and then he said:
"It turns out to be Taoist Changlin, the little god is polite here!"
As one of the few Taoist young masters in Liangzhou, he certainly would not fail to recognize him, and he was naturally prepared for this.
"City God?"
Sensing the scent of incense from the visitor, Changlin Taoist's anger subsided slightly, but his voice was still very cold: "Why did this City God move the mountains and rivers to break my formation?"
"Really, please be patient and don't be impatient."
The City God bowed, cupped his hands and said: "We came to move the mountains on the order of Sun City God, but we are not trying to offend the real person. We are shaking the mountains now, not to break the real person's formation, but to move a few of the peaks... ....”
While the city god was speaking, there were also city gods appearing on many other mountain peaks.
I'm afraid there are dozens of city gods.
Changlin Taoist just glanced at it and was shocked. What happened? There were so many city gods coming.
"If you want to move the mountain of poverty, you should say hello first, right?"
Taoist Changlin's tone softened slightly, but he refused to give in:
"It would be too much to move the mountain in front of my door without saying a word!"
He has been in Taoism for many years, and his magical power is combined with the Earthly Demon and the Heavenly Gang. The other city gods are no match for him. Although there are dozens of these city gods, if he really wants to attack, he can kill half of them and still retreat calmly.
After all, once these city gods leave the cities under their respective jurisdictions, their strength drops by more than half.
However, the power of the City God of the Yin Division is too great, and his lifespan is short, so he does not want to offend Tai Die.
The City God was stunned for a moment, then he cupped his hands and said, "I sent you a greeting card. Could it be that the real person didn't see it?"
"Master, Master!"
On the mountain, a little Taoist boy with a bright mind waved his prayer invitation in his hand.
"Um?"
Taoist Changlin glanced at the greeting card and his expression softened: "But I didn't see it. It's just that you want to move the mountain, but you can't break the illusion of my formation."
"Real people don't have to worry."
A city god smiled: "Although we are blessed by the incense of all people and supported by the underworld, it is impossible to move so many peaks. I am here to shake the earth just to take away three of the peaks. I will never destroy them." A real mountain guarding formation!"
It is more difficult to move mountains than to destroy them. Even Zhucheng Huang cannot move all the mountains.
"In this case, please do as you wish."
Changlin Taoist no longer stopped.
After all, his life span is approaching. If he offends these city gods, his disciple may not be able to bear the consequences.
But curiosity arose in my heart. Moving mountains is quite difficult. Even Zhucheng Huang has to pay a heavy price. Who would move mountains when they have nothing to do?
What do they want?
"Well, thank you so much for your accommodation!"
Many city gods raised their hands together and then roared at the same time:
"The mountains are moving and the earth is rolling. I obey the orders of the gods of the three mountains and nine mountains..."
"Move mountains!"
The aroma of incense between heaven and earth suddenly became intense, and it felt like I was in a temple filled with incense.
boom!
boom!
As the earth trembled and the mountains shook, three of the peaks suddenly rose from the ground and were enveloped by the power of incense drums blown by dozens of city gods.
The void rippled slightly, and the incense world rooted in the netherworld flashed, swallowing the three mountain peaks into it.
"So, farewell to the real person!"
Many city gods breathed a sigh of relief. Some of them were sweating profusely, but they looked relaxed.
Say goodbye to Taoist Changlin and leave.
As the city gods left one by one, Taoist Changlin became more and more curious. He immediately ordered his disciples to guard the mountain gate and not go out.
After a moment of slight sensation, it flew away through the air.
Walking in mid-air, Changlin Taoist became more and more frightened. In his feeling, there was the smell of incense everywhere in the world, and he could also detect the fluctuations of many mountains, rivers and earth veins.
There are probably far more than three mountains moved by these city gods.
"What is this for?"
Taoist Changlin was shocked and traced the path for thousands of miles along the many places where the earth's veins fluctuated.
Until night fell on the earth, he stopped in mid-air, looked into the distance, and his body suddenly shook:
"It's him?!"
