"Go celebrate first, no retreat is complete without celebration!"
Zhou Yi Dunguang fell into Moyun City, and in a flash he transformed into a handsome young man who began to inquire about everyone he met.
"Where can I listen to music?"
The pedestrian pointed to the southeast: "Hehuan Garden!"
"This name seems to have a lot of origins!"
Zhou Yi has visited eighty Goulan houses over the past thousand years. Names such as Chunfeng, Xiaoxiang, Yihong, Full Moon, etc. are all names that readers were asked to extract from the Four Books and Five Classics.
After all, those who listen to music on the hook are either literati or pretending to be literati. Ordinary people would not be willing to part with a few taels of silver to drink tea.
This is indeed the first time I heard such a straightforward name as Hehuanyuan.
"Be sure to go and see it for a long time."
When the light fell in the north of the city, Zhou Yi was not in a hurry and walked slowly over with his hands in his arms.
Time flies and things change.
The scenery of Moyun City is very different from that of the past. Because Shiwanda Mountain produces a large amount of wild ginseng and other precious medicines, it has attracted wealthy businessmen from Yunzhou countries, speaking loudly with different accents.
The people walking on the street are no longer dressed in linen and animal skins, and there are no longer monsters with bull-headed, tiger-headed and wolf-headed monsters. Instead, there are more clothes of various colors and textures.
There was a lot of people and it was so lively.
Zhou Yi stopped and walked, checking into shops from time to time, or strolling around in front of the stalls.
Listening to the gossips of the people, I learned that the city lord's palace relied on collecting transaction taxes from wealthy merchants to maintain the operation of Moyun City. As long as the hundred thousand mountains of precious medicine were not exhausted, this tax was many times higher than the agricultural tax.
After all, Moyun City is located in mountains and ravines. Even if it continues to be cultivated for hundreds of years, there will only be some plain fields around the city, which will not be enough to supply the city with food.
There is another reason. The people in the city all practice Qi and Blood martial arts, so the agricultural tax cannot be collected at all!
"So rich and happy, it seems like a paradise in the world."
Zhou Yi walked towards the center of the city and found that the shops on the left and right had slowly turned into wine shops, with a rich and fragrant wine.
Looking ahead, the whole street is filled with shops selling wine and alcohol.
The benches outside the wine shop were filled with drinkers dressed in various colors. There were young men in brocade clothes, and some with short legs. They were more stable and elegant, sitting upright, with their legs crossed casually and comfortably.
The sounds of guessing and drinking were heard one after another, and from time to time there were cheers. Someone must have drank the whole jar in one breath!
Zhou Yi does not distinguish between high and low people, but after living for a long time, it is inevitable that he will be affected by the rules of this world. When he saw such a scene, he immediately became interested.
He found an empty seat and sat down, called the waiter to serve wine, tipped a silver bean and asked.
"Man, are we all drinking like this?"
"Sir, you must be new to Moyun City and don't know the customs here."
The waiter skillfully put away the silver beans and explained with a smile: "We believe that there is no big or small in the wine. In other realms, there is hierarchy. As long as you are on the wine table, it is the same. This custom has been passed down for hundreds of years, even if it is the great elder Even though I’m here, I can’t put on airs.”
Zhou Yi heard this with interest and asked, "What is the origin of this custom?"
"Of course there is. Legend has it that five hundred years ago the mountains were full of man-eating monsters. The Golden God felt pity and built Moyun City to protect the people."
The waiter explained more to others, and said succinctly: "Because the Golden God likes fine wine, he often turns into a mortal to taste it, so the city lord's palace has ordered that the wine shop cannot treat anyone differently, so as not to neglect the god."
"This rule has been passed down for hundreds of years and has become a custom here, just like the Yunzhou people setting off firecrackers during the New Year."
“Fun and fun!”
Zhou Yi nodded with a smile, opened the wine jar and took a sniff. The taste was purer than it was hundreds of years ago.
Gudong Gudong drank a jar of wine cleanly, bought two more jars and put them in the storage bag. After that, he stopped at each wine shop for a while, tasted the wine and bought two jars.
Until the center of the city.
From a distance, I saw a bronze statue of three to four feet high, in a half-sitting posture. What was sitting was not a chair or a lotus platform, but a strong ox, with two horns coated with gold powder, shining brightly in the sunlight.
The black tiger lies at his feet, and the Prime Minister Turtle is waiting beside him. There is a golden eagle on his shoulders, with his wings spread out behind his back, ready to fly.
There are two rows of pillars in front of the statue that are engraved with mysterious textures. If you look closely, you will find words that are arranged in random order. They are chanted according to some mysterious rules. The tone is high and long, like murmuring or chanting.
at this time.
Under the guidance of the priest, a man and a woman were bowing three times and nine times to the statue of the god. After the ceremony was completed, they offered incense.
The priest announced that the man and woman were married under the witness of the Golden God, and they must be together forever in the future.
The tribesmen of both sides who were watching the ceremony nearby cheered loudly and sent blessings to the bride and groom. Among them, it seemed that the mother of the groom offered incense and asked the sacrifice to inform the Golden God to bless the bride to give birth to healthy children.
"The Golden God is willing to protect the world, but we can't be greedy!"
The priest asked, "I wonder whether I should choose to be as strong as an ox, as fierce as a tiger, as free as an eagle, or as long-lived as a tortoise?"
My mother was a devout believer in the God of Gold. She bowed to the sacrifice and said, "The God of Gold is above me. I don't want my grandson to be well-informed. I just want peace and longevity like a tortoise."
The priest nodded slightly and began to recite a long and high-spirited incantation, finally indicating that the Golden God had received the prayer.
"Well, Pindao did receive it."
Zhou Yi was listening not far away, and with a little finger, the spiritual light fell into the couple's body, and all the hidden diseases and hidden injuries disappeared and they became strong.
After the bride and groom left, the priest received several more believers to pray. Most of them prayed to the Golden God for protection and safety, some prayed to go into the mountains to find precious medicine, and even directly prayed for wealth.
In the eyes of the people of Moyun City, the Golden God is the god who rules over everything, and they come to ask for help no matter what.
Zhou Yi waited in line for less than half an hour, and finally it was his turn to step forward and place the prepared incense in the cauldron in front of the statue.
The priest observed Zhou Yi's clothes and said, "Are you a foreigner?"
Zhou Yi bowed to the statue of the god, cupped his hands and said, "Pindao comes from Qingzhou and travels all over the world. He heard the legend of the Golden God for the first time, and he came to worship with admiration."
"respect……"
The priest's eyes narrowed slightly and he said: "So it seems that fellow Taoist has a long heritage and knows what happened hundreds of years ago?"
Zhou Yi nodded and said: "I have heard a little bit that it is rare for the demon clan to protect the human race!"
"Don't say this to others. If you get beaten, you will be kicked out of the city."
The priest said: "The Golden God is no longer a demon clan, but the totem of Moyun City, just like the immortal god enshrined by the Taoist sect and the Bodhisattva worshiped by the Buddhist sect."
Zhou Yi asked again: "May I ask why gold is the name of the god?"
The priest said: "Jin is the surname of God, named Yi, which is the origin of everything in Moyun City."
"Thanks for the advice!"
Zhou Yi didn't ask too much. There were many people behind him, waiting in line to worship.
Leave the center of the city.
Looking back at the majestic bronze statue, the traces left by wind, frost, rain and snow appear to be more ancient and vicissitudes, and Zhou Yi can't help but feel emotional.
"A poor Taoist can actually become a totem, receiving prayers and worship from all people!"
"It's time to celebrate!"
Until Hehuan Garden.
Zhou Yi arrived at the boundary and observed for a moment to confirm that he had been there before.
After the war between good and evil began, many monks came to Moyun City to take refuge. Among them was a real man named Lu Lin who taught the dual cultivation method to fox and snake demons, and earned a lot of spiritual stones for mutual benefit.
Hundreds of years have passed, Master Lu has long since died, but his inheritance has not been cut off.
After several expansions, Moyun City has changed from its original appearance. Zhou Yi didn't notice it at the beginning, but now he sees some familiar traces, and he still doesn't know the origin of Hehuan Garden.
"After living a long life, there are old friends everywhere!"
When the madam saw Zhou Yi hesitating at the entrance of the alley, he thought it was the young master who was thin-skinned, so he twisted his waist and came over.
"Sir, please come inside!"
The old bustard held Zhou Yi's arm familiarly, with a broad mind and a soft voice: "Young Master, will you be the first to come to Moyun City? We are not ordinary girls here. They are all proficient in the method of dual cultivation. Not only are they not weak, but they can also strengthen their bodies. "
Zhou Yi said: "But the secret technique of Taoism?"
"Young master is not an ordinary person, he has seen a lot."
The old bustard said proudly: "Our place has been inherited for five to six hundred years. It is both Goulan and the martial arts sect Hehuan Sect. As long as the young master has enough money and stays for one or two years, his internal strength will be greatly improved."
"Then stay for two years."
Zhou Yi only felt that the world was strange. The dual cultivation method passed down by Lu Laodao at that time actually evolved into a martial arts sect.
…
There are many things in this world that Zhou Yi cannot see, some will take care of them, and some will not, but there is only one enemy.
Dragon King.
"I'm so short-sighted!"
Zhou Yi chose the mountain to the north of Bibo Pond for retreat. It originally had no name, but now it is Kunlun Mountain.
After the ancestral line was severed, the Dragon King sacrificed his blood to the demon clan in an attempt to avoid the catastrophe of the end of the law.
The inheritance of the human race relies on classics and books, while the demon race relies on bloodline to return to the ancestors. As long as the bloodline traces back far enough, the inheritance of the ancient demon gods will automatically emerge.
The Dragon King and other four demon kings have pure and ancient blood, and they know a lot about ancient things. After the drastic changes in the world, they immediately ordered the demons to collect resources, gather in Bibo Pond, kill them all, and make blood sacrifices to themselves.
Zhou Yi chose to cultivate in Shiwan Mountain this time because he had the intention of digging up graves and digging out the old dragon from his self-proclaimed self.
I learned from Xiao Tiezhu that after proclaiming himself, he banned all external and internal reactions, and even his thoughts and consciousness did not exist, just like a cold and stubborn stone. Therefore, the spell cannot be interrupted by itself, and it can only end when the energy is exhausted. Even the caster does not know how many years later.
Xiao Tiezhu once used secret methods to search for self-proclaimed old monsters, but unfortunately all of them disappeared, hiding in no corner and eking out an existence.
Zhou Yi arranged the forbidden formation according to the appearance of Baiyun Peak, opened his mouth and spat out the building wood and landed in the center, exuding rich spiritual energy, which began to nourish the land and turn it into a spiritual field.
"I'm so suffocated."
The ginseng doll jumped out of the beast-controlling bag, looked at the rugged mountains, and said with a sigh: "We have to continue to cultivate wasteland again!"
"Go and plant the elixir quickly. Do you still want to become an immortal?"
Zhouyi built the Taoist temple and pavilion, and ordered the ginseng doll to work hard, and then turned into a escaping light and flew to the blue wave pool.
The old dragon has lived for thousands of years, and with his thoughts on the city, he probably would not bury himself in the Bibo Pond. However, in order to prevent this guy from playing in the dark, Zhou Yi planned to explore the old site of the Dragon Palace.
Even if no traces of the old dragon are found, it is possible to find several things related to the old dragon, and then deduce them step by step through divination.
Escape into the water.
Zhou Yi once visited the Dragon Palace and soon saw the ruins of the Dragon Palace following the direction.
After hundreds of years of water erosion, only a few pillars of the glorious palace remain, the collapsed houses are covered with water plants, and fish and shrimps crawl through the gaps.
Wander underwater and look at the remaining walls, stone pillars, palaces, etc.
The scene of the banquet at the Dragon Palace is still before my eyes. In a blink of an eye, times have changed drastically, and only a few ruins of the famous Dragon Palace are left.
"No matter how tyrannical Ren was during his lifetime, he will never live forever. In the end, he will be just a handful of loess!"
Zhou Yi witnessed the Dragon Palace becoming a ruin with his own eyes. He was deeply touched by this and constantly reflected on how careful he must be.
The spiritual consciousness covers a radius of more than ten miles, and after several trips back and forth to the Dragon Palace, no strange objects were found. A lot of gold and jade jewelry were unearthed from the ruins, but they were only palace decorations and could not be used to predict the Dragon King.
The method of divination is affected by strength. Zhou Yi uses the golden elixir to search for the Nascent Soul, which is only possible if he has something close to his body.
"Pindao has plenty of time. In a hundred or a thousand years, he will eventually be able to find where the old dragon buried himself!"
Closed since then.
Chant sutras every day and gain enlightenment.
After more than ten years of hustle and bustle, Zhouyi has returned to quietness.
The path of spiritual practice must be relaxed and relaxed, and you must grasp the tightness and tightness by yourself to avoid boredom or laziness.
Zhou Yi sometimes envied Lingshen Doll, who was simple in nature and never had the concept of sorrow. He could be said to have the highest purity of heart in cultivating Taoism.
The ginseng doll was spinning around Jianmu, mumbling words, with a red tail following behind it.
The wood has been ripened to a height of three feet, and the top of the ginseng doll cannot be seen even if it raises its head. Unfortunately, it is straight and there is no sign of sprouting or branching.
"The spiritual energy is a bit richer than before. Judging from this, it won't take a thousand years to break through to the middle stage."
Several years passed in the blink of an eye.
This day.
The weather is clear and clear.
Zhou Yi finished his practice and felt a little depressed, so he did not comprehend the Taoist canon and turned into an escaping light and flew to the edge of the blue wave pool.
Take out the fishing rod from the storage bag and slowly start fishing.
The sky in the mountains is unpredictable, and in an instant the dark clouds close up, a gust of wind blows, and drizzle falls.
Zhou Yi sat by the lake and watched the vast mist.
Wind and water are wonderful images!
At this time.
"Pull up the sails... hang up the sails... have a good wind and a smooth sailing..."
A burst of rough singing came, and a figure was seen in the wind and rain, holding the boat from far to near.
The voice penetrated the cracked gold and stone, and the breath was long and powerful.
Zhou Yi helplessly looked at the scared fish, his eyes flickered, and he looked at the figure on the boat. He turned out to be a white-haired old man. He was only wearing shorts in the wind and rain, and his limbs were as strong as bronze.
The old man approached the lake, and when his pole hit the water, he rose into the air and landed firmly next to Zhou Yi.
"Old man Jin Jing, I have met fellow Taoist."
Zhou Yi was wearing a cyan Taoist robe. The style was from hundreds of years ago. In the eyes of others, he looked very ancient. He could not be dampened despite the wind and rain. He must be a Taoist master with great internal skills.
"Zhu Gang, a poor man, would like to temporarily stay in your place. I hope Elder Jin will give me permission."
Zhou Yi had long heard of the name of Jin Jing, the contemporary great elder of Moyun City, who was conferred the title of King of Zhennan during the Qing Dynasty.
The Jin surname is the most prominent surname in Moyun City. He has been in power for generations. He never thought that the dignified elder was actually dressed as a poor fisherman.
"These 100,000 mountains don't belong to anyone. The Taoist priest doesn't need to tell the old man."
Jin Jing squatted on the shore, looked at the straight fishhook in the lake, with a grain of rice on the tip, and said with a smile: "We have been fishing all our lives and have never seen a straight hook. Could the Taoist priest be imitating some sage?"
"Pindao is forming a good relationship and waiting for the fish to repay the favor."
When Zhou Yi was talking, the fish that Jin Jing had just scared away couldn't help but be tempted by Lingmi and ran back.
He opened his mouth and swallowed the spiritual rice into his belly. His tail swung and he disappeared from sight.
Zhou Yi flicked his finger and threaded the spiritual rice grains on the hook. In a moment, a fish swam over, swallowed the bait and disappeared.
Jin Jing found it interesting, so he squatted by the lake to watch the fishing, and asked casually: "Why did the Taoist come to practice in this barren mountain?"
Zhou Yi said: "I am a poor man who loves antiquities. I read through the classics and learned that there was once a dragon palace here, so I came to look for traces of the real dragon."
Jin Jing raised his eyebrows and hummed: "There are no real dragons, but there are many demons and monsters."
The human race in Moyun City was oppressed by the demon race, which was recorded in many ancient books, and they did not have any favorable impressions of the Bibotan dragon race.
Zhou Yi asked back: "Why did Elder Jin come to this barren mountain to fish?"
"What's so strange about this? This is what the old man has been learning since he was a child."
Jin Jing said helplessly: "Since my cousin came to the throne, Moyun City has become increasingly prosperous. Everyone learns silk fabrics, chess, tea, and the Four Books and Five Classics. The old man only likes farming and hunting, and there is no reason to stop him, so he simply hides in the mountains. "
Zhou Yi asked: "Elder Jin thinks this is a bad thing?"
"It's neither good nor bad. You can't force everyone to suffer."
Jin Jing sighed: "It's just that Moyun City can be independent from the world only because all the people practice martial arts. Once you fall into glory and wealth, how can you think about sharpening your energy and blood!"
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, no wonder this old man could condense Qi and blood, which was just one of his talents. Jin Jing's nature does not like the secular world, which coincides with the practice of mysticism, which is also an important reason.
"The Qing Kingdom is powerful in Yunzhou. With the relationship of Emperor Taishi, no one dares to provoke Moyun City."
"The old man has never read a book and doesn't understand the twists and turns. I have heard that Mr. Shu talks about history, and I just feel that it is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others."
Jin Jing said helplessly: "Besides, my cousin has been a little... not sober in recent years!"
Zhou Yi nodded and added spiritual rice to the fishhook.
"Yeah, not sober."
