At noon, it started to drizzle, and the entire Taihu Lake was shrouded in layers of hazy fog, adding a bit of beauty.
"Bang Bang..."
Irregular tapping continued to come from the island, destroying some of the beauty.
In a forest, Cao Yi was making a coffin with a hammer, nails, and saw.
The physical bodies of Ren Qing, Cui Wenzi and others have not been properly settled, and now they are floating in the sea of qi, which is really outrageous.
Cao Yi could have directly used mana to make a coffin.
But that would not look dignified enough.
After all, these people were victims of his preaching.
"Bang Bang..."
The sound rang all afternoon and all afternoon.
Eight coffins were finally ready.
Put together, paired with the dense forest and the gloomy dim sky, it gives people the eerie feeling of a zombie movie from the 1980s.
"Taoist Priest, why are there eight coffins?"
Xiaotian, Ginseng King, Nine-Headed Bird, and Little Snow Ape all came over.
It was King Ginseng who spoke.
"One for each person"
Cao Yi said flatly.
The Nine-Headed Bird and Little Snow Ape were okay, Xiaotian, and King Shen immediately showed unlucky expressions. They felt that this was like a curse on them.
Cao Yi didn't say any more nonsense. He took Ren Qing, Cui Wenzi, and Xu Keming out of the sea of qi, put them in one by one, and sorted out each of their clothes.
"Why did Xu Daozhang's injury suddenly worsen?"
King Shen looked puzzled.
Cao Yi looked at Xu Keming, who was lying quietly in the coffin, with a gloomy expression, "I underestimated the water monster clone. It planted a chronic poison specifically targeting the soul in Keming's sea of consciousness."
"Damn water monster clone"
King Shen cursed.
Cao Yi said nothing more and closed the three coffins one by one and nailed them shut.
"When will they recover?"
King Shen asked again.
Cao Yi shook his head, "I don't know, maybe after a poor man becomes an immortal"
"I hope the Taoist priest will become an immortal soon"
King Ginseng looked expectant.
Cao Yi smiled and put all eight coffins in with a thought.
Back at the Taoist temple, the three kings were doing their own thing.
The nine-headed bird followed Cao Yi into the shrine.
"What's your business?"
Cao Yi looked at the nine-headed bird strangely.
This person rarely enters the shrine.
"What about the demon fire space?"
The nine-headed bird looked uncertain.
“Isn’t that matter forgotten?”
Cao Yi looked strange.
In the demon fire space, both he and the Nine-Headed Bird were bewitched by the Pure Lotus Demon Fire and saw each other's thoughts.
He wanted to take the nine-headed bird as his mount.
The nine-headed bird regarded him as a tool to help him practice.
It can be said that everyone has his own agenda.
"I will no longer have any bad thoughts towards you, and you should also not have any ideas about me."
The nine-headed bird said firmly.
"Can"
Cao Yi was happy to use the Nine-Headed Bird as a thug.
"It's empty talk. Give me a token. It must be something personal."
The nine-headed bird stretched out its overly white hand.
Something personal!
Cao Yi looked at himself. Apart from the Taoist robe and hairpin, there was nothing close to his body.
The nine-headed bird also noticed this and changed his words: "Give me your origami"
"What origami?"
Cao Yi was a little confused by Jiu-headed Bird's words.
"That green origami book"
The nine-headed bird said and gestured about its size.
Cao Yi suddenly realized that the nine-headed bird was talking about the bankbook given by the master.
After hesitating for a moment, Cao Yi took out the bankbook stored in Qi Hai.
"This thing is one of the most important things the master left me."
Cao Yi explained.
The nine-headed bird's eyes lit up, "Then it can be used as a token."
"Take it, don't lose it"
Cao Yi gave the bankbook to the nine-headed bird.
The moment he put away the nine-headed bird, for some reason, Cao Yi had the illusion of handing over his private money.
"This king is gone"
The nine-headed bird just left as soon as it could, and disappeared in a flash.
"Hey, where is your token?"
Cao Yi asked.
But there is still the shadow of the nine-headed bird.
It had been raining for a long time, but the moon appeared as usual at night. The moonlight poured on the lake like silver, making the lake sparkle.
Cao Yi sat cross-legged on the lake alone, practicing the Black Emperor Water Emperor Fist technique.
I don’t know if he’s cultivating the Red Emperor’s Fire Emperor Qi so well in Fighting to Break the World.
The practice of Black Emperor Water Emperor Fist was not going well.
After practicing for more than an hour, Cao Yi had no choice but to practice Qingdi Muhuang Gong instead.
Fire assists wood energy, and the practice is surprisingly smooth.
In a blink of an eye, the night passed.
Early the next morning, Lei Yunteng came.
Cao Yi followed Lei Yunteng on an early morning flight, then changed planes and arrived at Wulu City, the largest city in the northwest.
Then drive to the edge of the Taklimakan Desert.
Lei Yunteng was going to visit a power plant of Yumin Energy Company that he wanted to acquire.
The road was not very good, so we were delayed a lot. When we arrived at a place called Baisha Township, it was already dark.
Lei Yunteng spent some money and the group moved into the home of a man named Liang.
After everyone fell asleep, Cao Yi, who planned to find a place to practice, walked out quietly.
In a moment, he left Baisha Township and headed west, and soon he showed a look of emotion.
Before I started practicing Taoism, I always read news about how amazing the greening in China was, but I had never seen it with my own eyes.
Today I actually saw it, a highway green belt more than a thousand miles long and a hundred miles wide, passing through the Taklimakan Desert, the tenth desert in the world.
It is not an exaggeration to say it is a super project.
Soon, Cao Yi came to Qiaokatage Mountain (also known as Red and White Mountain) with an altitude of 1,413 meters in the hinterland of Taklimakan, where the wind was howling.
Sit down cross-legged and practice the Qingdi Muhuang Kung Fu.
Cultivation of Taoism is different from cultivation of immortality. What is important is not blindly asking for things.
Cao Yi was operating the technique, and with every breath he took, the woody spiritual energy continued to emit. Gradually, wild grasses, low shrubs, cacti, aloe vera, tamarisk, golden amber, poplar euphratica, etc. grew on the ground.
At midnight, a hundred miles away, a not very strong sandstorm passed by.
Unknowingly, Cao Yi was shocked by his energy.
The sandstorm changed direction.
In the desert, sandstorms are common.
Cao Yi didn't take it to heart.
At dawn, Cao Yi opened his eyes.
As far as the eye can see, in addition to the vast sky, there is the boundless Taklimakan Desert.
That is, surrounded by Populus euphratica trees, the Hotan River stretches far away.
Under the morning sunshine, the Hotan River is like a light-colored ribbon spread in the yellow desert, spectacular and beautiful.
"Um"
Cao Yi looked in the direction of Baisha Township.
There is a strong sandstorm heading towards Baisha Township.
Could it be that sandstorm at night?
Cao Yi frowned and disappeared instantly.
Baisha Township, Liang Family.
Yunteng, who was sitting on the chair, heard that a sandstorm was coming, and his face turned dark, "What's going on? Didn't the news say there is no sandstorm?"
"I find it strange too, but things in the desert can never be measured with common sense."
A very old man walked in and said with a smile.
"Lao Liang"
Lei Yunteng stood up immediately.
This old man is not a simple man. His name is Liang Yutian. He has been planting trees for seventy years and is a living fossil of afforestation in the northwest.
