Of the eight sects of good and evil, the Ghost King Sect and the Alchemy Cauldron Sect are the most complete.
Among them, the Ghost King Sect is world-famous for its ghost cultivation, and its exploration of the way of the soul far surpasses other sects.
The art of reincarnation is the top secret book of the Ghost King Sect. Unless the sect is destroyed and the end of the law comes, it is almost impossible for outsiders to see it.
This method puts people to death and comes back to life. It uses secret methods to tear the soul into pieces, but it can ensure that the original self is not lost. It can be forcibly integrated into the soul of a newborn unborn baby, and it can be tampered with and transformed into a new soul by relying on the huge memory and soul power.
"This involves the way of reincarnation, and the soul is too mysterious. Even the ancestor of Nascent Soul will have difficulty in getting it together."
Zhou Yi closed his eyes and sensed carefully that Jianmu had a vague connection with him, and could even sense some consciousness, such as the desire to create jade dew.
The source of the connection is the soul contract. When Yellow Ox tore his soul apart, he deliberately kept the soul contract intact and forced it into Jianmu's newborn consciousness. Over time, it became integrated and unable to escape.
Ever since he sensed that Jianmu had developed spiritual intelligence, Zhou Yi had been thinking about how to completely control Jianmu.
The innate spiritual roots take form, and not only are they capable of reaching the heavens, but they also possess heaven-shaking luck, which cannot be contaminated even if they are powerful and tyrannical.
Until he received the inheritance of Butian Sect from Xiao Tiezhu, which included an ancient weapon refining method, in which the souls of spiritual beasts were used to refine the magic weapon and become a pseudo-spiritual weapon with a hint of intelligence.
Zhou Yi spent hundreds of years to understand the secret technique of reincarnation and the method of weapon spirit, and finally he was able to integrate them and use them.
The movement of mana condenses into a series of mysterious restrictions, and is waved into the building. This is the method of identifying the owner of the spiritual weapon, and it can cultivate the consciousness of communicating with scalpers.
In this way, the scalper's probability of maintaining his identity is greatly increased, and he can have dual control of Jianmu.
A few years later.
Zhouyi finally finished refining the spiritual weapon and found the contract scroll from the Ten Thousand Volumes of Daozang. It recorded hundreds of ways to identify the master, involving essence, blood, blood, soul, and even the legendary cause and effect.
The methods of identifying the master of each door were used one after another, and the aura of the building trees shone brightly, with inscriptions and restrictions all over from the roots to the trunks.
"No matter what the origin of Jianmu is, Pindao spent hundreds of millions of lifespan to give birth to him. Even if he accepts his master, no one can take him away, not even God!"
…
A hundred years passed in a flash.
The tree has reached a height of six feet, and its trunk is as thick as an adult's arm. It stands in the center of the formation.
The ginseng doll carried the hoe and circled Jianmu several times, with a puzzled look on its face: "Chief Immortal, why doesn't Jianmu branch?"
"I don't even know."
Zhou Yi used the Jade Dew Jue to irrigate, and said with a smile: "Maybe it's not grown up yet? Anyway, you have a long life, just wait slowly."
The longevity limit of spiritual ginseng has never been recorded in the classics, but some people have discovered spiritual ginseng that has been used as medicine for thousands of years from ancient ruins.
Jianmu sensed a familiar aura, and a black and yellow divine light dropped down, sweeping away the jade dew of creation like a tongue.
Then a surging spiritual energy erupted, filling the underground space with a radius of a hundred feet, condensing into wisps of spiritual mist, rising to the sky, and then falling into drops of spiritual rain.
"Even without the Jade Dew of Creation, the spiritual energy emitted daily is enough to maintain one's cultivation."
"Every time the spiritual energy erupts, it can increase a little bit of mana after refining. Even if the amount is very small, it can break through the middle stage of the golden elixir after thousands of years!"
All the spiritual objects accumulated by Zhou Yi, except for the elixir seeds and some rare spiritual minerals, were all invested in building trees. Nowadays, it can be said that he is very poor.
Fortunately, Jianmu lived up to his expectations, and as he continued to mature, the aura he exuded increased exponentially.
The height of the ginseng doll is fixed at one foot. It has not grown in hundreds of years. Its limbs are white and fat, and its facial features are as delicate as a porcelain doll. It stares at Jianmu blankly and can't help but laugh out loud.
"No need to worry, I'm not in a hurry."
"Why don't you go to work quickly? Today we will cultivate two acres of spiritual land!"
Zhou Yi kicked the ginseng doll away, returned to the retreat stone room, and randomly extracted the scroll of Daozang ginseng.
"The method of refining the poison elixir is to mix the poison of ten thousand years of corpses with the filthy air of the earth's lungs, and then package it into a Qianyuan spirit elixir, which can poison the true king... tsk tsk, this alchemy genius is very much in line with Pindao's wishes!"
…
This day.
Zhou Yi took out the stick, shook it gently, and performed the small sky-cutting technique.
The lotus lands, everything is stable.
"Three hundred years have passed. There should be no monks in this world who are poor and unpredictable...perhaps, there will be no monks left."
Zhou Yi walked out of the retreat stone room, put away the Daozang bookshelf, and looked up ahead.
The land that stretches for more than a hundred feet has been cultivated into a spiritual field, and the ginseng doll is eating and waving a hoe. The blood vine demon followed behind, shaking its head and tail constantly, as if to cheer up.
The spiritual field is filled with exotic flowers and herbs, most of which have grown into seedlings only a few inches tall, while a few that have matured over thousands of years are already feet tall.
"It's time to go ashore!"
Zhou Yi came to Huang Niu's grave, took out a few ginseng roots to offer sacrifices, and burned several stacks of yellow paper.
Nowadays, yellow paper is the most accumulated in storage bags. After all, there are more and more tombs that need to be memorialized.
Then Zhou Yi pinched the Treasure Collection Technique with his hands, uprooted the two-foot-tall tree, quickly shrunk it to a few inches, opened his mouth and swallowed it in his belly for nourishment.
The ginseng doll came over with a hoe and asked: "Immortal chief, why doesn't this building tree branch?"
Zhou Yi stroked the green leaves and said like a child.
"Be good, Jianmu hasn't grown up yet, go and collect the elixir first!"
…
Chizhou.
Bordering the North Sea.
Zhou Yi stood in the sky, looking into the distance and seeing the boundless desert.
As far as the eye can see, there is no one around.
The strong wind swept past, and the long yellow sand was like waves, forming a strange and magnificent picture with the adjacent blue waves of the North Sea.
The sun was scorching hot, and a chill ran straight up my spine.
Zhou Yi followed the original sea map back. In just three hundred years, all the prosperous coastal cities at that time had turned into deserts.
"Those old immortals fought to the death. Could it be that they sacrificed blood to Chizhou?"
Riding the escaping light, he flew thousands of miles over the desert. All the ground changed was the shape of the dunes, until he saw the ruins of an abandoned city.
The yellow sand buried most of the city, with only a few sections of city walls exposed, and scattered towers and castles, proving that this place once had a prosperous past.
Zhouyi landed on the ancient city wall, and his spiritual consciousness swept in all directions and found many gold, silver and jade articles buried underground.
"There are corpses and belongings in every household. Apparently they died in an instant from an unstoppable natural disaster before they had time to escape!"
He waved his hand to pick out a relatively complete dead corpse from the sand, and carefully examined the cause of death. It was very similar to the blood sacrifice method recorded in the Taoist canon. Unfortunately, as time had passed, there were no traces of the spell.
Sighing, he continued to fly south.
A few days later.
Flying over thousands of miles of mountains, the ground turned from dark yellow to green, and finally we saw people.
Zhou Yi did not stop his flight, and continued to fly south until Yunzhou. Two days later, he saw a familiar city on the ground.
Qian Jing.
Chongrenfang.
Most bookstores in the capital are gathered here.
It's the year of the big exam, and scholars are coming and going on the street buying pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Zhou Yi's spiritual consciousness scanned the entire capital and found no aura of monks. He transformed into a young scholar and entered the shop.
"Shopkeeper, where are the books on national history?"
"Here."
The shopkeeper pointed to the corner on the right and said enthusiastically: "We have Mr. Yang Ming's Commentary on the Five Classics here. That is this year's examiner. It only costs twenty taels. Do you want to buy one volume, sir?"
Zhou Yi shook his head and walked directly to the national history bookshelf, scanning the books one by one with his spiritual consciousness.
"Since two hundred years ago, the country of Daqian has been declining day by day. Warlords in various places are fighting each other, and wars are everywhere..."
"After more than ten generations of emperors, some of them worked hard to govern, some were incompetent, and the territory was only one-tenth of what it was at its peak. There were many wars in the surrounding borders, and people occupied the state capital from time to time!"
Zhou Yi was not surprised by this. Without the help of monks, it would be difficult for the ordinary army to rule a continent.
Daqian's national destiny has been able to continue to this day entirely by relying on the ancestral capital. After all, the Li family has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people for thousands of years since the founding of the country.
"There is no record of Baiyun Temple in any books. Pindao remembers that this "Qian Ben Ji" was written three hundred years ago. The original book affirmed the achievements of Baiyun Temple and praised several real people as the pillars of the country!"
"Now, everything has been deleted..."
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, and his figure turned into nothingness and disappeared.
When he reappeared, he had arrived at Qinghuafang, where there was the Baiyun Temple covering an area of four to five acres, surrounded by the palaces of nobles and nobles of the imperial court.
Sutra Pavilion.
The old Taoist priest in charge of cleaning suddenly felt his soul heavy and fell asleep leaning against the bookshelf.
Zhou Yi's body shape manifested, and his spiritual consciousness scanned all the books, and soon found the "Biography of Xuan Ren". Looking through the contents, it turned out that there were records about the world of cultivating immortals.
"In the 932nd year of the Great Qian Dynasty, Taoist Master Xuanxiao fought in Chizhou for ten days and ten nights, and wiped out all life on the continent..."
Counting on my fingers, it was about two hundred years ago, and most of what I wrote after that was Taoist and secular affairs.
Zhou Yi stayed in the Scripture Collection Pavilion for a day and a night, read all the books in the collection, and left with an ugly face.
I also looked for a temple. In those days, when Taoism was the state religion, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple was built in Kyoto covering an area of more than ten acres. There was an endless stream of believers coming in and out, and the incense was very prosperous!
Zhou Yi read the Buddhist scriptures in the temple and his face became increasingly gloomy.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao suppressed the Nine Continents and Four Seas for 300 years, and it was not until there were no more monks in the world that he became a monk. He has made a great contribution to the human race!"
"Now the reputation is completely rotten. Poor Taoists such as enemies of Buddha and great demons have long expected it. Those bald donkeys poured dirty water on Daoist Xiao before he was alive. Now even Taoist sects call him heretics!"
"I can't save Daoist fellow Xiao's life, but I can't watch his name be slandered!"
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
The last chapter of this volume was written very slowly, and there is another chapter in the middle of the night.
I recommend this book: "The First Cause of All Realms"
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