Chapter 96: Dreaming about the past life, getting drunk in this life
Two figures stood in the sky above the vast sea, staring at the end of the eastern sea without saying a word for a long time.
The tall and burly Lord of Donghai City frowned unwillingly: "Mr. Yang, could it be that Yuan Chaoyang has really stepped into the threshold of the heavenly realm?"
The old man also had a sad look on his face: "The specific realm is unknown. If we are both great masters and can get rid of us, our realm is obviously far better than you and me, even higher than the three saints in the Qingguo Temple!"
He added with a worried look on his face: "With the strength Yuan Chaoyang has shown, it may not be difficult to break through the barrier and enter the legendary fairy island."
"Is the mist really the enchantment of the fairy island?"
"There have been records, but I don't know the details."
The atmosphere was silent again.
In less than a moment, dozens of sword-wielding cloaks arrived. The leader, a middle-aged man, knelt on one knee on the flying sword: "General Yang Su is late, please be punished by the island master!"
All the cloaks behind him knelt down and flew their swords: "Island Master please punish me!"
Li Xiaozhong shook his robe and turned to look at a group of Zhonggan's subordinates: "Even if he comes here, he can't stay. What's the crime?"
Then he glanced in the direction of Qingguo: "The weather is probably going to change!"
He swung his sleeves and said energetically: "Go back to the island!"
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White mist rose over the vast expanse of sea, and giant ships were speeding in the mist. The horizon was vast, and the sky and the earth seemed to be shrouded in snow-white silk, covered in mist.
The giant ship seemed to have broken into a white ocean. The sky and the earth were completely white. There was no reference. The speed seemed to be thousands of miles away, but it seemed as if it had not moved an inch. Time and the giant ship seemed to be imprisoned at this moment, without beginning or end.
Zhao Zhengli did not have the ability of the Grand Master to protect his body with his true energy. The air was poured into his mouth and nose for a long time, and he was already mentally exhausted. His consciousness was blurred, and he glanced at the thick white mist from the corner of his eye. In an instant, he saw a series of phantoms. He saw the leading generals galloping and fighting. , I saw the tragic scene of despair being tortured by flesh and blood relatives, I saw the broken back of the glorious palace leaving alone with a long sword in a pool of blood, I saw the desolate figure looking out from the mountain, and I saw the gray robe sitting quietly on the futon in the secluded Taoist temple, like a withered pine tree Still motionless.
A series of fragmentary scenes all show the same figure. He is the general who is being attacked by thousands of troops. He is also the broken figure of the murderous murder case in the palace, the lonely figure who climbed up to a high place and looked out sadly, and finally left his mortal body behind and entered the Taoist temple.
What confuses Zhao Zhengli is that the person's face is unknown and his experience is unknown, but he has an extremely familiar illusion, and even feels the same sadness, which makes his heart feel inexplicably blocked.
"Boom~"
A bell rang out from the Taoist temple in the deep forest, and the lingering sound was faint and lingering. Zhao Zhengli completely lost consciousness and passed out.
Not being able to see the end of the thick fog, even Yuan Chaoyang felt depressed. No one knew the terrifying speed of the sailboat better than him. Fortunately, his Taoist mind was stable and was not affected by the illusion of fog.
In fact, it is not an illusion. This fog is called "Dream of the Past Life!"
Yuan Chaoyang could clearly feel that everyone on the ship was unconscious except him, and captured Zhao Zhengli's emotional fluctuations before he fell into coma.
I don’t know how long it took, when the white fog thinned, a group of mountains appeared at the end of the hazy field of vision, towering into the sky, surrounded by clouds. White cranes were vaguely visible spreading their wings among the auspicious clouds, and elk were running through the green pines and green forests.
There is an indescribable peace among the mountains, and the flowers, plants and trees are nothing special except for being lush and lush.
Yuan Chaoyang sighed long and long: "We're here!"
The sailboat landed in the shoal, and Yuan Chaoyang looked at the mountains in front of him. In the mist-shrouded place, there were vaguely visible eaves, brackets, palaces, and stilted lofts hanging on the cliffs.
Yuan Chaoyang stopped on the bow deck for a long time, and no one in the mountains noticed the intrusion. He crossed his legs on the spot, and his breathing was extremely smooth, which shows the abundance of spiritual energy in this place.
However, the moment he breathed out, a pair of eyes in the palace on top of the mountains suddenly opened.
The next moment, the man turned into a stream of light and appeared at the foot of the mountain. He was a young man with white hair and white beard. He stood in the air with a whisk in his hand, looking at the stranded sailboat that had broken in without permission, and the young man in white robe sitting cross-legged on the bow deck.
Yuan Chaoyang also noticed it, and opened his eyes to look at the other person through the air when he was falling like a stream of light.
The man wore a purple robe with stars, sun and moon, embroidered with auspicious clouds on the skirt, and his white hair, which was like silver threads, was tied in a high bun in his hands. He wore a hibiscus crown and a yellow-brown black scarf, which showed his aloof status.
Xiao is like this, and his face is as youthful as Qingcheng headmaster Feng Zifeng's, with white hair and white beard. He does not look old at all. His breathing is long and steady, his temperament is extraordinary, and air and dust cannot get within an inch of his body.
Yuan Chaoyang had a hunch that this person's realm was as unpredictable as his age.
There was a few feet between the two of them. The man shook the snow-white dust lightly and said with a friendly smile: "I am a poor Taoist priest from Donghua. How dare I ask where my friend is from?"
When Yuan Chaoyang saw that the other party had signed up, he stood up and bowed his head in return: "Yuan Chaoyang, a poor Taoist, came from the Qing Kingdom on the border of the West Sea! He rashly landed on the island to disturb the immortals' cultivation!"
Taoist Donghua waved his hand and replied: "We are both monks seeking immortality, but the places where we cultivate are different. How dare we call ourselves immortals? However, there have been several waves of guests on the island over the past hundreds of years, and Taoist friends like this forced their way in." It’s really rare to see those who come in. If you look carefully at the poor Taoist, you have strong blood and Taoist charm, so you must have half of your feet crossing the threshold of the land gods, right?”
Yuan Chaoyang gave in humbly: "It's just a small breakthrough after gaining some enlightenment, but it's far from the realm of heaven and man!"
The two of them couldn't see through each other's depth and were extremely polite. Taoist Donghua removed the troubling ribbon and introduced the topic: "With the realm of Taoist friends, if you come here looking for opportunities to break through, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. If there is really any immortality, , how can we practice the method of becoming an immortal? Aren’t the islands full of immortals?"
He added: "However, there are several extraordinary differences on the island. The first one that fellow Taoists must have experienced when they came here is the vast mist that surrounds the island for hundreds of feet. Some people say it is a formation, while others say it is a knot. Realm, both are right and wrong, because it also has another name, called "dream of past lives." The reason why fellow Taoists are not troubled by it is that the realm of Taoism is one, and the second is that fellow Taoists must have already understood the fate of their previous lives. "
After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment and tilted his white head of Furong Xuanguan slightly, looking at his face like Yuan Chaoyang on a flat lake, and then continued: "The second place is the rumored Zuixian Wine. This wine is not made by man, but is made from a stone in a tiankeng in the mountain. The milk bowl is formed by absorbing the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon over the years. A bowl is produced every three years, allowing the taster to dream of spring and autumn, and travel at night in this life."
"The third place, this island's spiritual energy is unusual and extremely abundant. My fellow Taoists have just felt it!"
Finally, he added: "Three extraordinary things, but the drunk immortal wine and the poor Taoist can't be the master. I hope my fellow Taoist will not be surprised. If I bring dozens of people on the ship to live temporarily, I can barely carve out a hilltop for my fellow Taoist to temporarily live in." For daily living and permanent residence, you still need to ask the mountain owner."
Yuan Chaoyang didn't expect that the owner of the island was someone else. Seeing him being so respectful, wouldn't the owner of the mountain be a land god? He didn't expect the other party to be so frank. He didn't hide it and said bluntly: "What a coincidence. Pindao came to the island rashly just for the drunken immortal wine from the sacred mountain. It's not for nothing. It's an exchange for something. I have to take some advantage. After all, I am short of money and can't come up with something comparable to Zuixianjiu. I hope fellow Taoist Donghua can help introduce the mountain master or convey it to me. I will definitely be grateful."
Taoist Donghua answered truthfully: "Unfortunately, the mountain master went to Penglai to discuss Taoism with Master Ziyang. He is expected to return in two days. How about staying here temporarily, fellow Taoist?"
Yuan Chaoyang glanced at the huge sailboat behind him and smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid it will disturb Guishen Mountain."
Donghua Taoist said a brief farewell and turned into a purple light and returned to the mountain to make arrangements. By then, everyone on the ship who had been unconscious gradually woke up. When they learned that this place was the legendary Yingzhou Sacred Mountain, everyone was shocked.
Even Zhao Zhengli, Li Zhanyi, and Yu Xiaowei, the three strong masters with stable minds, have not been able to calm down for a long time.
Li Zhanyi and Yu Xiaowei passed out soon after passing through the thick fog. They were unable to recall the fragmentary scenes of their past lives. Their minds quickly accepted the fact that they were on a fairy island. However, Zhao Zhengli was still immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.
The mortal old captain and the ship's crew woke up from a dream after a fast-speeding spaceship. It was as if they had drunk ten jars of strong wine. Vomiting, he mumbled a confession in his mouth, "Sins, sins, stained the sacred mountain, don't blame the immortals, don't blame the immortals."
Fortunately for Yang Guifen, Yuan Chaoyang took action in time to stabilize her mind, which prevented her from being unnecessarily eloquent.
In the mist-shrouded green mountains, there are two young men descending the mountain with swords. They are wearing blue shirts and three-purifying scarves that look like roofs, and their sleeves are filled with breeze.
This is a person who has achieved the first precepts after entering the Taoism. It is obvious that the Taoism is still shallow and he can fly in the air. This is because the flying sword has been warmed and nourished in their bodies by high-level Taoists and has become spiritual.
Just like the dozens of sword-wielding cloaked subordinates of the East China Sea City Lord earlier, they were also the sword fetuses that he and Yang Sili worked hard to cultivate in the bodies of dozens of soldiers.
This is raising the sword, which is divided into living raising and dead raising.
Living, psychic abilities grow together, people and swords are connected, and the sword and man become one. The sword originates from the heart and can be moved at will. The only drawback is that if the flying sword is broken, the person will suffer backlash.
He is dead and lacks spirituality, so naturally he cannot perform it skillfully. However, the broken flying sword also loses the equivalent backlash damage.
The two young men in blue shirts descending the mountain with their swords were like eagles soaring in the sky. They drew a smooth arc in the mountains and landed steadily on the shoal opposite the sailboat. Such dexterity was obviously to keep the swords alive.
Seeing this scene, many sailing crew members looked like they were meeting gods. They hurriedly knelt down and knelt down to worship. They were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.
However, after the "god" in their eyes landed on the ground, he bowed down and saluted respectfully to Master Yuan across the shallow sea: "Disciple Xuanqing, disciple Xuanming is polite. Master Donghua has given instructions to invite Immortal Yuan to the island."
Then he made a greeting in front of him: "Immortal Yuan please!"
Yuan Chaoyang smoothed down his white robe, glanced at the dozens of meters of shallow sea across the bank, hugged Yang Guifen's waist and jumped lightly onto the lower deck. The toes of his shoes skittered across the sea like a dragonfly, and he floated ashore along the waves without leaving a trace.
Amid everyone's curiosity, he had gone tens of meters in two or two steps. After landing smoothly, he spotted a stranded dead tree and kicked it towards the ship with the heel of his back foot. Zhao Zhengli, Yu Xiaowei and Li Zhanyi jumped up and took advantage of the waves. The buoyancy of the dead wood rose and fell ashore.
The two leading Taoist priests, Xuan Qing and Xuan Ming, naturally saw that the three of them were of good moral character, so they hurriedly bowed their hands and saluted, and the three of them returned the salute.
The swarthy, plump old captain and a group of crewmen didn't care about "showing off their skills". They jumped into the water up to their waists and did not forget to smile and wave to a group of "immortals" in the shoal.
These rough guys are obsessed with prostitution at the moment, and the gods are waiting for them. If word spreads, I don’t know how many others will envy them. Those people who have been sailing for a lifetime will never realize it. Even the heads of the Du family are not treated like this. Bar?
The "gods" on the shoal naturally didn't try to figure out what they were thinking. They probably thought it was because they took a few more breaths to get enough spiritual energy, and their excitement led to giggles.
A group of people went ashore, and Xuan Qing and Xuan Ming led the way to a bay and formally entered the island along the stone steps.
