Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and continued to ask.
"With your cultivation, why are you hiding among the common people?"
"The devil's methods are cruel, and he has repeatedly sacrificed blood to mortals, disrupting the sect's rear."
Lingchen said: "Pindao was originally from Xuzhou, and he has some feelings for his hometown, so he took charge of the garrison to protect the mortals in Hengcheng from being killed by the devil."
Zhou Yi nodded in approval and asked: "Are there sect monks stationed in all cities?"
"Senior should know that monks have been in the mortal world for a long time and their cultivation has declined instead of advancing, so few people are willing to take on this task."
Lingchen explained: "In the big city of the state capital, the sect dispatched real people to distribute a large number of spirit stones, spirit gathering formations, etc., while the small towns were handed over to casual cultivators to garrison. Those demonic real people and true kings have names and titles, but few can come to Yun. There is chaos in the continent, and the invaders are mostly inconspicuous little devils."
"It's really a total war..."
Zhou Yi lowered his eyes, now is indeed a good opportunity to obtain inheritance.
If you want to succeed in the righteous way and completely destroy the evil way, you must give up all kinds of rewards to recruit casual cultivators.
After the defeat of the demonic path, a large number of inheritances will also be lost, becoming the nourishment for the newly established small sect to gain a foothold.
"However, the demonic way has been passed down for countless years. How can it be destroyed so easily? The counterattack before death must be fierce. Maybe the legendary God-Transforming Heavenly Lord will take action. The ancestor of Yuanying can destroy thousands of miles. If he encounters a fight with the Heavenly Lord, it is estimated that he will not be able to escape. !”
Zhou Yi thought carefully and suppressed the idea of getting involved in the sword fight between good and evil.
Inheritance will happen sooner or later, but there is only one life. Passive disasters are unavoidable, how can you rush to danger proactively?
The core idea of being firm and cautious remains unwavering. Instead of rushing to Jizhou to fight the devil, it is better to watch and wait from a distance.
Wait for the sword fight between good and evil to end!
When the devil's secrets are revealed, he will be completely defeated!
Wait until the world of immortality returns to stability again!
At that time, if you go out and fight with the wind, or join a newly established sect and become an ancestor, you can safely obtain the inheritance.
"The golden elixir of a small sect is the top one. If the person who founded the sect is slowly beaten to death, doesn't it mean that he has great power? The foundation they have worked hard to build and the inheritance they have captured will easily fall into the hands of a poor Taoist!"
Zhou Yi's mind was spinning, and his future plans became clearer. Time was finally on his side.
Seeing that his senior was silent, Lingchen boldly asked, "What do you think, senior? In recent years, many overseas monks have come to Jiuzhou to slay demons. Maybe there are Taoist friends you are familiar with."
"Yes, Pindao was invited by fellow Taoists."
Zhou Yi dealt with it casually, but he had an idea in his heart. All he had planned just now was just a place to cultivate.
Shiwandashan dared not go back for the time being. War was raging in Jiuzhou, so overseas became the only option.
According to records in the classics, spiritual veins are rare overseas, so the various spiritual minerals and elixirs are far less abundant than those in Jiuzhou. However, since someone has been promoted to True Lord, it means that at least there are enough spiritual veins to maintain cultivation in the golden elixir stage.
"The thinking in the past was narrow. We can obviously survive the death of the ancestors of overseas sects and successfully take over everything in the sect!"
"What is lacking overseas is spiritual objects for cultivation, not the inheritance of skills."
Zhou Yi thought about this, waved his hand, left the bottle of elixir, and left in the form of light.
Lingchen looked at the elixir in his hand and wondered why there was such a particular True Lord in the world.
…
Qian Jing.
As Daqian's territory expanded, the capital also grew larger.
The Li royal family is known as the number one cultivating immortal family in Yunzhou. Hundreds of casual cultivators under their command used earth magic to bulldoze the original city wall overnight and built a nine-foot high-tech city wall fifty miles away.
The monks mastered the five elements of magic and laid down their skin to carry out infrastructure construction at a speed faster than that of large machinery.
For example, the Earth Splitting Technique can break down the hills blocking the road, turn the mud into stone to avoid laying a foundation, and then use the Earth Wall Technique to erect a wall, and then turn the mud into stone to become a city wall made entirely of bluestone.
Such methods shocked the people, and later there were legends about immortals descending to earth to help Daqian.
This morning, it was misty.
The soldiers on duty at the west gate were checking the people entering the city one by one when they saw a young Taoist approaching, riding a ox with its head and horns cut off, lining up behind them.
The soldiers quickly drove other people to make way, came to Zhou Yi, bowed and said.
"Master Dao, please come first!"
"Huh? Why don't I have to queue?"
Zhou Yi's spiritual consciousness swept over and confirmed that the soldier was not a monk, with a look of doubt on his face.
Hearing this, the soldier bent even lower and explained: "Master Taoist, you have been in the mountains for a long time and don't know the secular world. Taoism has long been the state religion and is respected by all people. Your Majesty has repeatedly issued edicts, and all Taoists must be treated kindly. I don't dare to let you do this." queue."
"I see."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, patted the horns of the bull, and the bull entered the city unhurriedly.
Early in the morning.
On the street, which is more than ten feet wide, there are people driving cars and walking people carrying burdens, and there is an endless flow of pedestrians. There are many shops on both sides of the street, and there are groups of customers in teahouses and taverns, speaking in obviously different accents, telling interesting stories about recent days.
Zhou Yi walked slowly on the street, looking at the busy pedestrians coming and going, as if he had returned hundreds of years ago.
Passing by a breakfast vendor, Zhou Yi bought a bowl of tofu and fried dough sticks and ate them while riding on the back of an ox.
"Compared to the hard work in the mountains, the worldly world seems to be more fun!"
Due to the experience of entering the city gate, Zhou Yi cast a concealment spell, and the people around him turned a blind eye to the young Taoist priest.
Traveling in the world of mortals, yet independent from the world.
It's approaching noon.
Finally arrived at the destination, the courtyard that used to be in Shenjing was not demolished.
The neighborhood is no longer a slum, but a wealthy area with red walls and green tiles, leaving only a dilapidated courtyard, with wooden doors that have decayed and crumbled over hundreds of years.
"Qianjing has expanded a few times, and our area has become an inner-ring location, and its value has increased!"
Zhou Yi restrained his weird thoughts and pushed the door gently. There was a creak and the door broke into two pieces.
Meow meow! Chat!
The movement frightened the guests in the courtyard. Two figures, one black and one white, jumped up the courtyard wall, and a dozen birds flew away in the air.
Zhou Yi took out the spirit wood from the storage bag, cut it into a secure door, used magic to repair the courtyard wall neatly, and waved away the fallen leaves in the courtyard. The furniture in the house has turned into rotten wood, so there is no need to sleep at all, just to clean up the dust, cobwebs and the like.
In a short time, the courtyard took on a new look.
He took out the stone tables and benches commonly used in the world of immortality, placed them under the grape vines, boiled water and made a pot of spiritual tea.
"There are probably only two people in Qianjing who recognize Pindao."
Zhou Yi's eyes sparkled as he looked at the jujube trees and grape vines. Five or six hundred years later, there were still a few living branches.
The breeze blows and the branches sway, as if they are calling in response.
At this time.
A small head stuck out from the wall, with its hair in a bun. It seemed to smell the scent of spiritual tea, and it couldn't help but make a swallowing sound.
Zhou Yi raised his glass with a smile and said, "Come here, I'll treat you to a drink."
The boy had a clear mind and sensed that Zhou Yi was not a bad guy. He climbed up the wall and grabbed the branch of the old jujube tree, followed it to the main trunk and slipped into the courtyard.
Due to his short stature, he could only kneel down on the stone bench and couldn't wait to take a sip of the spiritual tea before asking.
"Who are you? Where do you come from?"
"Coming from far, far away..."
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