How does it feel to watch a celebration in your honor?
Zhou Yi only felt that it was very mysterious.
He was an expert from the Taoist sect invited by the city lord, so he was sitting at the VIP table, watching his statue being worshiped by all the people.
In the city square, in front of the golden statue.
The Great Elder Jin Jing wore an animal skin robe, offered incense with a solemn expression, sacrificed five animals, knelt down to pray, and recited sacrificial inscriptions...
Kneeling behind them were thousands of people from Moyun City, dressed in linen and leather clothes with feathers on their heads, like uncivilized savages in the mountains.
After Jin Jing finished reciting the sacrificial inscription, his energy and blood circulated in his Dantian, and his long and long voice could be heard for miles.
"Blessed by the Golden God!"
"Golden God's blessing——"
"Golden God's blessing——"
The sound was like thunder soaring into the sky, and they kowtowed three times and bowed nine times in unison.
The sound of animal skin drums came from all directions, no rhythm required, just beating hard, deafening. The drumsticks are polished from some kind of animal bone. Due to the long years of use, they are polished as smooth as jade.
Zhou Yi scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and recognized that the drum heads and drumsticks were made of thunder demons. Even though the spiritual energy had dissipated, there was still some power left.
The worshipers in the square scattered around, and a dozen figures wearing tiger, leopard and jackal hoods fell down, waving their weapons and howling wildly.
The drum beat became more and more intense, and suddenly a shrill trumpet sound sounded.
Jin Jing had already changed his clothes, and with golden wings tied behind his back, he suddenly descended from the sky in a flash, and with a few waves of palm wind, he flew away the man dressed as a monster.
There were dozens more monster figures, tightly surrounding Jin Jing in the center. Seeing the critical situation, scalpers, turtle prime ministers, golden eagles, and black tigers flew in from all directions, and joined forces with the Golden God to defeat the monsters.
The overall plot is very simple, telling the story of the Golden God protecting the human race and constantly defeating demons.
The hearty and exquisite fighting, the thrilling sound of gongs and drums, and the lively festive atmosphere made everyone cheer, both from the people of Moyun City and from outsiders.
"I am becoming history and making history!"
Zhou Yi murmured to himself, and suddenly felt a deep loneliness, out of place in the bustling world, and isolated from the world.
Before the world of immortality was destroyed, loneliness was just loneliness. Now it is the loneliness of walking alone.
"Invincible loneliness is worse than penance! There is no one in this world who can talk to you. It's like talking to a chicken to a duck, or playing the piano to a cow. You will gradually become silent and don't want to talk anymore."
At this time.
Jin Jing had finished dancing, put on his animal skin robe, came to the banquet, and came over with a wine glass.
"Taoist Master Zhu, this old man must preside over the celebration. There are many neglects."
"It doesn't matter."
Zhou Yi raised his glass and said, "This wine is at least hundreds of years old and worth thousands of gold, but the poor man took advantage of it."
"This wine is not simple. In those days, the Golden God often came to the world, and every household devoted their energy to brewing it."
Jin Jing said with a smile: "The city lord's palace holds a wine competition every year, and selects a hundred jars of the best wines, which are sealed underground to this day. Only during celebrations, a few jars are taken out for distinguished guests to taste."
"No wonder..."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly: "It smells familiar."
When Jin Jing heard this, he didn't think much about it. He thought that with Zhu Gang's status, fine wines that were hundreds of years old were rare but not impossible to drink.
The two talked again and agreed to go fishing a few days later, and Jin Jing went to entertain other distinguished guests. The most important of them was the envoy from the Qing Kingdom, headed by the Third Prince, who respectfully called Jin Jing the Seventh Uncle.
The previous great elder was Qin Zheng's grandfather and Jin Jing's grandfather. The two families were related by blood for only three generations and had a close relationship.
The sacrifice is over and the banquet begins.
There were not many people at the VIP table, and Zhou Yi, a young Taoist priest, was very eye-catching. However, those present were not ordinary people, either warriors with strong minds, or officials with deep knowledge of the city. They were filled with doubts in their hearts and smiles on their faces.
On the left and right sides of Zhou Yi were two men in animal skins. According to Jin Jing, they were two village masters who took shelter in Moyun City.
After the spiritual energy was exhausted and the demon clan disappeared, the human race practiced Qi and blood martial arts. The beasts in the hundreds of thousands of mountains were no match, and many villages gradually appeared.
I don’t know whether it was a deliberate arrangement, but the two village leaders next to Zhou Yi turned out to be not pure martial arts barbarians. They were quite proficient in literature and advocating reading, and they could chat with Zhou Yi a few words about Taoism.
Three or five jars of wine were poured into the stomach, and the atmosphere was warm as the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.
The prince Qin Xiao came over, raised his glass and said, "I have met Taoist Zhu, junior Qin Xiao. I heard that my seventh uncle talked about your beast-taming Xuanqi, so I came here specifically to ask for advice."
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "There is no mystery at all. It is just an ancient beast taming technique. It has been modified and modified to be driven by the inner energy."
Today's martial arts practitioners usually refer to the methods of cultivating immortals and refining qi as ancient methods. Some ancient methods have been eliminated due to the times, and some have evolved and been integrated into martial arts, such as the dual cultivation methods of the Hehuan Sect.
Qin Xiao's eyes brightened. Many people knew the mysteries of ancient methods, but few could innovate.
"I don't know which Taoist temple I grew up in? I often listen to Master Xuansu's lectures at Baiyun Temple and have a lot of understanding of Taoist classics."
Zhouyi said: "The poor Taoist is not from Jiuzhou. The secrets of the sect are passed down from the East China Sea. I have heard the name of Baiyun Temple for a long time, and I will definitely come to discuss the Tao in the future."
"East China Sea!"
Qin Xiao looked surprised and said: "My father ordered the navy to build hundreds of giant ships many years ago, led by Zhenren Xu, to search for the fairy islands in the East China Sea. I wonder if you have a chart?"
"Going across the East China Sea?"
When Zhou Yi first heard the news, he suddenly thought of Qin Zheng, the tyrant who was rumored to have gone crazy, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"A small push by a poor Taoist caused huge waves in history! In the future, you must be careful when doing things, and you can't just follow your temper..."
In any matter, caution can be circumvented. This has been a habit for thousands of years and will continue to be maintained in the future.
Zhou Yi asked rhetorically: "According to the records of Pindao's ancestors, Baiyun Temple originated from the East China Sea. Should there be sea charts in its inherited classics?"
"The Taoist Master actually knew about this matter, and the inheritance is indeed profound."
Qin Xiao explained: "Baiyun Temple colluded with Buddhism, compiled apocryphal scriptures, and denied the identity of Xuanxiao Taojun's ancestor. When his father learned about this while traveling in Kunlun Wonderland while dreaming, he destroyed all the apocryphal scriptures. During this period, he burned many inherited classics and sea charts. And therefore destroyed.”
"I see."
Zhou Yi took out a piece of animal skin paper from his sleeve and said: "The Pindao Patriarch has great respect for Taoist Master Xuanxiao. Your Majesty, please take this sea map as you are pure and pure."
"This junior will report to my father and ask for credit for the Taoist priest."
Qin Xiao bowed and took the animal skin paper, without opening it to read it, but handed it directly to the chamberlain.
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and reminded: "The East China Sea is already barren. How can there be any elixir at this time?"
Qin Xiao's eyes flashed with disappointment, he shook his head slightly and did not comment on the matter. Emperor Taishi conquered most of the Qing Kingdom's territory, and his personal force and prestige were as high as mountains and abyss. Even if he has been unpopular with the people in recent years, it is not the prince's fault!
When the banquet ended, it was already evening.
After the guests had almost left, Zhou Yi stood up to say goodbye, never expecting Jin Jing to say anything to persuade him to stay.
"The Taoist Master often says that he likes ancient objects, so why not stay here for one night? Tomorrow we will go to the Jin Clan's treasure house to have a look. If there are any objects that catch our eyes, we will give them to the Taoist Master."
"Um?"
After Zhou Yi thought for a moment, he understood the cause and effect, which was probably because of the sea chart. Thinking further, Qin Xiao will definitely be rewarded for presenting the sea map to Emperor Taishi.
"You old man, you tell poor Taoists every day that you are too lazy to care about the world, why do you still get involved in such things?"
"The Taoist master has a clear mind, and he really can't hide it."
Jin Jing said helplessly: "No matter how bored the old man is, he can't cut off the blood relationship. Since his surname is Jin, he can't avoid it. The only choice is to get closer to whomever."
Zhou Yi has seen this kind of thing too much and reminded: "The Jin family is already a king with a different surname. There is no way to get in. It should be independent from the outside world."
"This is not our decision. My cousin is no longer the same person as before, and there is no need to rely on Moyun City anymore."
Jin Jingwu sighed and said: "Even if I have the first country in Yunzhou, my cousin is not satisfied. I wrote a letter a few days ago, trying to merge Moyun City into Qingguo to rule Shiwan Mountain."
Zhou Yi did not continue to ask why he supported Qin Xiao. He must have made a deal in private and said doubtfully.
"I heard that Moyun City tried its best to support it, and His Majesty just ascended to the position of crown prince. Is there any reason for this?"
"More than just trying his best? My grandfather fought with the old immortal from Qingguo for three days and three nights, and both of them died of exhaustion!"
Jin Jing said: "My cousin accidentally got the Martial Ancestor Original, which records the creation of Qi and Blood Martial Arts from scratch, and the Golden God's guidance to the Martial Ancestor. It is the supreme treasure of Moyun City!"
Hundreds of years have passed, and the Golden God has become the belief and inheritance of Moyun City. The Martial Ancestor was originally equivalent to the relic left by the god in the world.
"I see."
Zhou Yi was a little embarrassed. He didn't know about the belief in the Golden God at that time, and he just wanted to use Qin Zheng's hand to return the original.
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The next day.
The treasure house is located in the ancestral home of the Jin family.
The main hall made of long bluestones has experienced hundreds of years of wind and rain, and looks a bit vicissitudes of life.
Jin Jing opened the door and saw rows of shelves and piles of iron boxes behind them.
"The Taoist priest of ordinary gold and silver looks down upon me, and the old man can't compare to me in terms of inheritance. I can only repay you with these ancient objects."
Jin Jing said: "Moyun City has no history. These objects were picked up by the clansmen from the Shiwan Mountain. Some of them may be mysterious in appearance or very old, so they are kept here for collection."
"Then you're welcome, poor Taoist."
Zhou Yi checked each wooden frame one by one. In fact, his spiritual consciousness swept across the hall, and all the ancient objects came into his mind.
Pottery bottles with strange patterns, shimmering jade, animal bones of unknown origin, bronzes with simple shapes... They are indeed ancient objects, but 99% of them are worthless, and Zhou Yi quickly passed by.
Until a slap of dust and scales appeared in my mind.
There are cloud patterns on the surface of the scales, which are neatly aligned, as if they were carved by later generations.
"Could it be..."
Zhou Yi walked around seemingly casually. After a while, he went to the corner to dispose of the shelves, picked up the scales and observed them carefully, recalling the contrast between the reverse scales he had seen in the Dragon Palace Treasure House.
The shape and size are exactly the same, but the dragon power is missing.
Zhou Yi pinched it lightly with his fingers, but there was no change in the scales, which were harder than gold and iron.
"It should be the dragon's reverse scale. What an unexpected gain! One hundred thousand mountain dragon clans all originate from Bibo Pond. Even if this reverse scale does not belong to the Dragon Emperor, the two are still connected by blood."
"There are many bloodline spells in the demonic path, and there are also bloodline searching and divination in the righteous path. The origin of bloodline is not weaker than that of things with aura."
"Pindao has taken a big step towards revenge!"
Zhou Yi put away the dragon scales, scanned the treasure house with his consciousness, and found no other useful objects. He came to the door and said to Jin Jing.
"This thing is related to Pindao. It has taken advantage of fellow Taoist Jin, and it can't be compared with a mere sea chart."
As he said this, he groped around from his cuffs and found a few grains of rice in his hand. They were as white as jade and had half-inch-sized tips on both ends.
"When Pindao was farming on a daily basis, he discovered that several rice plants had mutated and the seeds they produced were different from ordinary ones. Fellow Taoist Jin also likes to farm, so these seeds are considered as thanks and can be cultivated on the mountain!"
