Where to celebrate, of course it’s the old place.
Chunfeng Tower.
Love becomes kinder as we age!
It doesn't matter if the girls are ugly, the important thing is to miss the past and recall the atmosphere of the old days.
"Once the old dragon dies, there will be no relatives or enemies in the world. He will be lonely and lonely, walking alone. The only person accompanying me from beginning to end is a hook fence!"
Zhou Yi sighed slightly. In the blink of an eye, he had not returned to Qingguo for more than sixty years, and a mortal life had passed.
It was learned from the soul search by the eminent monk that Taishi Emperor was old and frail, and became more and more obsessed with seeking immortality. He was still dissatisfied with the construction of Kunlun Palace, so he started building large-scale construction according to the regulations of the thirty-six heavens as described in the Taoist scriptures.
Corrupt officials are rampant and refugees are everywhere.
This does not affect the liveliness of Chunfeng Tower. It is not a place for ordinary people, and it is already full before nightfall.
Private room on the second floor.
Zhou Yi is surrounded by red and greenery, with several red lip marks on his face and neck, and his Taoist robe exudes a rich smell of powder.
Since Emperor Taishi destroyed Buddhism, Taoist priests have a high status in the Yunzhou countries, and because they can't help but have sex with women, they can eat wine and get married, so many scholars who have failed repeatedly spent money to buy a Taoist ultimatum.
Put on a Taoist robe and write a few articles on cultivating immortality and refining elixirs. If it catches His Majesty's eye, you will be able to rise to prominence!
The girl on the left is named Zhenming. She has slender eyebrows, a broad mind, and a soft and charming voice.
"Master Tao, you have been treating Chunfeng Tower as your home for the past half month. How can you still recite sutras and gain enlightenment?"
"This poor Taoist is practicing Taoism."
Zhou Yi said: "Celebrate a lot and stay humane!"
The girl on the right pursed her lips and chuckled, fed Zhou Yi grapes, and said with a smile: "Then the Taoist Master will stay for a few more years, so that he can cultivate Yin and Yang, and maybe he can become an immortal."
"Yuanyuan is pretty good. She even knows how to practice dual cultivation."
Zhou Yi counted with his fingers, shook his head and said: "The people I'm waiting for are almost here, I have to go and see them tonight."
After saying that, he waved to the madam and called her over.
"Master Taoist, what are your orders?" The old madam twisted her waist and came over, smiling so hard that she couldn't keep her eyes open. This Taoist master was extremely generous, giving away tens of thousands of taels of silver in just half a month.
The top girls in the building take turns taking care of you, making sure you are satisfied.
"Let's change the tune today..."
Zhou Yi asked: "Is there anyone who can sing "The Legend of God"?"
The Madam looked puzzled. She was also a popular courtesan back then and was proficient in playing, playing and singing, but this was the first time she heard this title.
"Master Dao, let's..."
Zhou Yi took out a large stack of banknotes from his sleeves and stuffed them into the old bustard's arms.
"Pindao will pay for all the drinks in the room today!"
"Yes, there must be."
The old madam squeezed the thickness of the banknote and estimated that it would be two to thirty thousand taels less. He nodded and agreed: "Even if there are no girls in the building who can sing, let's put down the shame and go outside to invite someone to sing!"
About half an hour.
There was a new person on the stage. Instead of the lithe girl, there was an old musician with white hair and beard.
The old musician sat cross-legged on the floor with his piano across his knees.
Zhengzhengzheng!
"...A drop of bitter wine is a volume of history!"
The musician's voice was like the explosion of gold and stone, long and desolate, incompatible with the world of fireworks, and directly poured into the ears of the guests, who turned their heads to look at the stage.
Seeing the satisfied look on Zhou Yi's face, the old bustard hurriedly came over to express his gratitude: "Master Tao, we sent people to more than a dozen cities and towns, and finally found someone who can sing this song."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly and asked: "You are so profound in internal energy that you are willing to lower your body and sing. Do you know the origin of this?"
The boss said respectfully: "I heard that he is a member of the Jianghu family. His name is Xianyinmen. He is famous for his music!"
"Xianyin, what a good name!"
Zhou Yi took out a stack of banknotes, then put them back and replaced them with a pill bottle.
"reward!"
…
Midnight.
Zhou Yi walked out of Chunfeng Tower. There was a strong wind and snow outside, and the ground was covered with three or four inches of snow.
Zhizhizhi——
The footsteps stepped on the snow, and two lines of marks extended straight towards the imperial city.
"Help……"
A weak voice came from the darkness at the corner of the street, the footsteps paused, and a wave of aura fell down to help him regain his health.
Walking through the streets and alleys, you will hear cries for help or catch a glimpse of dead bodies.
Zhou Yi lowered his eyes. At first, he went over to express concern, but after seeing more, he just waved to help.
Yin Shi.
The palace gates of the imperial city were closed tightly, and the soldiers on duty wore black armor and stood upright in the wind and snow.
Emperor Taishi established his country with military exploits. He once led an invincible army and knew clearly that the foundation of his rule was the army. Therefore, after decades of plundering Yunzhou, he still did not forget to strengthen the court's armaments.
Zhou Yi strolled to the palace gate. The soldiers on duty seemed to have disappeared and walked directly through the gate to Kunlun Palace.
It's quiet at night.
The palace was brightly lit, and shadowy figures were reflected on the window paper, like whispers or conspiracies.
"When was the last time you came to the palace? Oh, Pindao has never been here!"
Zhou Yi remained in awe of the palace. According to the routine in the storybook, there was probably an old monster hiding in it.
Five hundred years after the end of the Dharma, Zhou Yi has become the oldest old monster. It is inevitable that he will be curious when he comes to the palace for the first time. He wanders around the palace one by one and compares it with the scenic spots he visited several times in his previous life.
During this period, I walked into Shangyang Palace and deliberately sat on the dragon chair. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a camera to take photos.
Walk around and around to Kunlun Palace.
A series of powerful figures with Qi and blood, either overt or covert, the defense is impenetrable.
Zhou Yi cast an invisibility spell, stepped half a foot off the ground, and walked in swaggeringly. The first thing that caught his eye was the spiritual field carved from gold and jade.
"Qin Zheng has a good memory, but unfortunately the scenery remains the same, but the people have changed!"
After passing through the spiritual field and pavilion and entering the Taoist temple, Qin Zheng's old and weak voice came from the house.
"I'm dreaming again!"
Emperor Taishi was wearing a large purple Taoist robe, covered with a brocade quilt with Bagua Yin and Yang diagrams, lying on a jade bed, and murmured: "I dreamed of Kunlun Mountain, immortals, spiritual ginseng, Jianmu..."
Qin Xiao knelt in front of the couch and said with concern: "My son heard that there is a true Buddha coming to the world in the west, and has sent people to search for it. Father, please take care of your health. It is difficult to live forever with Taoist elixirs. Maybe Buddhism can?"
"Cough cough cough!"
Emperor Taishi coughed violently several times, and when he gasped, his face seemed to be stained with gold powder, shining in the candlelight.
"There is no real Buddha in the world. It must be a trick of the Buddhist sect! But you can also contact the Buddhist sect. When you ascend the throne as emperor in the future, the first thing you will do is to exalt the Buddha and destroy the Tao. Now the Baiyun Temple has become unstoppable."
"Remember your father's teachings."
Qin Xiao pondered for a moment and said worriedly: "Those canonized immortals in Baiyunguan have deep-rooted influence in the court and among the people. My sons are trying to take charge of the six ministries and have repeatedly stumbled in secret. Can Father give the order..."
Taishi Emperor stopped him: "There is no need to say this anymore. When I was in Kunlun Mountain, I promised the immortals to promote Taoism!"
Qin Xiao's face showed bitterness. As the Taifu said, his father had gone crazy and was completely trapped in a demonic barrier.
"Everyone in the world thinks I'm crazy!"
Emperor Taishi lived for a hundred and twenty years, fighting against the prince, his father, Da Gan, and Buddhism. It can be said that he spent most of his life in struggle. You can tell what he was thinking just by looking at his son's expression.
"The truth is that I am the only one who is awake. There really is Kunlun and there are real immortals in the world!"
Taishi Emperor spoke more and more weakly, trying to use the qi and blood in his Dantian to stimulate his potential vitality, but what emerged was a mixture of gold, silver, lead and mercury, and his breath was on the verge of death in an instant.
"My son, I believe, father, please take care of yourself!"
Seeing this scene, Qin Xiao was so frightened that he agreed repeatedly.
"After my son ascends the throne, he will not give up searching for Kunlun, and his descendants will not give up until he finds the true immortal!"
"good."
Emperor Taishi didn't care how sincere his son was. In his current state, he couldn't care about his affairs. His only role was to suppress the court and buy time for Qin Xiao to take charge of power.
Even if there is only one breath left, as long as he is still alive, the Qingguo court will not be in chaos.
Qi and blood gradually calmed down, and the blood pill condensed and suppressed the poison in the internal organs, no longer eroding Taishi Emperor's vitality.
"Go down, I want to rest!"
"My son, please retire."
Qin Xiao exited the house and ordered the servants on duty to pay attention to His Majesty's physical condition at all times. If something went wrong, don't make it public. Without announcing the funeral secretly, he first summoned the imperial army to block the palace.
In the house.
Taishi Emperor's eyes were slightly closed, and scenes appeared in front of his eyes, all filled with memories of his cultivation in Kunlun Mountain.
Among them, Zhenren Zhou's appearance became more and more clear, as if he was standing in front of him. Even though he was old and frail and riddled with poison, the instinct of a strong martial artist instantly awakened Taishi Emperor.
"who?"
Zhou Yi looked at Qin Zheng, who was in his dying years, and did not cast any spells to treat him, and said slowly.
"We haven't seen each other for a hundred years, has Master Qin forgotten about Pindao?"
"Real person!"
Emperor Taishi finally saw clearly that the person standing in front of the bed was Zhenren Zhou. He struggled to get up and pay homage, but his limbs were weak and he was out of breath at the slightest movement.
Zhou Yi said: "The life of a layman is not long, so don't waste more time."
Emperor Taishi stopped moving after hearing the words. Seeing that Master Zhou's appearance had not changed at all, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes: "Is Master Zhou here to pick up his disciples to practice in Kunlun Mountain?"
"no!"
Zhou Yi shook his head and said: "I have forgotten you for a long time, but I came out of seclusion and heard what you did, and I felt guilty to take a look."
Taishi Emperor said sadly: "Why do you feel guilty?"
"When you entered Kunlun by mistake, I shouldn't have taught you martial arts."
Zhou Yi sighed: "For the sake of convenience, I tried to use your hand to clear my junior brother's name. I never wanted to make you obsessed with the immortal way and would not hesitate to poison the common people."
"The real person is right, but I can't control it."
Emperor Taishi said: "The word "immortality" is like an inner demon, controlling the body and soul. Every night at night, I repent for the evil deeds I have done, but during the day I can't help but act recklessly!"
Zhou Yi nodded slightly and said, "After today, the inner demons will disappear."
"Am I going to die now?"
Emperor Taishi coughed violently several times and asked: "After my disciple has done all his evil deeds, he will go to the eighteenth level of hell and be tortured after death. On his deathbed, can I ask the Master for one thing?"
Zhou Yi frowned slightly: "Say."
"I know the sin very well, so I passed it on to my third son, Qin Xiao, because he has a gentle nature and must be a benevolent king."
Emperor Taishi said: "However, there are too many treacherous and sycophants in the court, and they collude with demons to bring trouble to the people. After my death, there will definitely be chaos. Qin Xiao's methods of doing things are too upright, and it is difficult to resist the tricks of ghosts and monsters. Please protect me from the real person."
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and did not agree directly.
"Pindao will observe secretly for some time."
"Thank you, Master."
Emperor Taishi looked happy and felt relieved. The blood pill could not suppress the poison, and it followed the qi and blood throughout his body.
"I hold the throne, ride the dragon chariot, and ascend to Kunlun..."
After a few breaths he died.
Zhou Yi gently caressed Qin Zheng's eyelids and helped him close his eyes.
"I need to take this as a warning, my strength is overwhelming, I should be more cautious when doing things, a little willfulness will lead to hundreds of years of suffering in the mortal world!"
…
The ninety-seventh year of Taishi.
The emperor died in Kunlun Palace, and Prince Qin Xiao came to the throne.
During the national mourning period, a blood cloud first appeared in the sky over Xianjing, and then an earth dragon turned over, killing and injuring thousands of people.
The real person from Baiyun Temple made a prediction and then publicized it among the people. This was a warning from heaven to the Qing Dynasty. Prince Qin Xiao was the reincarnation of an evil dragon and conflicted with the fate of the country!
All officials in the court used this as an excuse to force Qin Xiao to abdicate in favor of someone worthy of his throne. Only by making the late emperor's youngest son the emperor could the country's destiny be ensured.
One month later.
Thousands of Taoist soldiers attacked the imperial palace, and they cooperated inside and outside to break into Shangyang Palace. They were all wiped out by thunder from the sky.
The next day.
All the real people in Baiyunguan became immortals and ascended to heaven with their allies in the DPRK and China before leaving. The opposition was leaderless and it was difficult to force Qin Xiao to abdicate.
After the New Year, it was changed to Jiading.
…
Northern Xinjiang.
Snake coils around the mountain.
Zhou Yi lowered his light, randomly selected an unknown mountain peak, and arranged a formation to prohibit him from cultivating here.
The ginseng doll carried the hoe and curled her lips and said, "Xianzhang, can we stop moving all the time?"
Every time I change the world to practice, I have to reclaim the spiritual field and transplant the elixir. It takes at least two or three years of hard work for the little arms and legs of the spiritual ginseng doll.
"We won't be moving for a while."
Zhou Yi agreed: "This place is deserted. The nearest city is less than a thousand miles away. No one will disturb our repair. From now on, poor Taoists will rarely go to celebrate. We will go once every fifty, no, twenty... five years!"
"hehe."
The little eyes of the ginseng doll rolled up, obviously in disbelief.
Zhou Yi felt quite guilty, and scolded him with a stern look: "You are getting more courageous, why don't you go farming!"
After blasting away the spiritual ginseng doll, Zhou Yi walked around Jianmu several times and penetrated the tree trunk with his spiritual consciousness. A ray of ignorant consciousness was touched, and feedback came back with a joyful emotion, which was a little familiar and a little strange.
"Don't worry Niu'er, Pindao will ripen Jianmu earlier so that you can have complete consciousness."
Jianmu has grown extremely slowly, and is now less than four feet tall. It is still in an embryonic state, and is not enough to develop spiritual intelligence.
Huang Niu's soul was affected by this, and only a weak consciousness remained.
This is also an opportunity for scalpers. The remnant soul merges into Jianmu's weak spiritual consciousness and revives as Jianmu grows. Really mature Jianmu, not to mention the golden elixir soul of the scalper, it would be difficult for the demon saint to take it away!
"Prime Minister Turtle and those three guys don't know what's going on."
When Zhou Yi was cultivating near Bibo Pond, he often went out to check for traces of the Four Spirits Temple, but he found nothing.
The huge ancient ruins disappeared without a trace, as if they were not in the same space as Jiuzhou.
"This is also a good thing. With the help of the inheritance of the temple, we can avoid the end of the world. Otherwise, we will be trapped in a small place like Kunlun Mountain. It will be difficult to break through the realm for hundreds of years, and we can only watch and wait for death day by day!"
The disappearance of the Four Spirits Temple made it difficult for Zhou Yi not to have doubts.
"It is rumored that the Four Spirits Temple was established by the Demon Saint, and its realm is equivalent to the return of the human race. Based on this inference, is there really an old monster from the human race who claims to be a certain ruin in the world?"
"It seems that you must be careful when going out in the future, and avoid using large-scale spells to show your holiness in front of others. Your aura is too conspicuous!"
…
Taoist temple.
Retreat room.
Zhou Yi sat cross-legged and took out the Dragon King's relic, a transparent orb from the storage bag.
After slaying the Dragon King in the depths of the Western Sea, he deliberately left a stone tablet on the deserted island with the words "Zhenjun Xuanyi killed the dragon here" and buried a volume of top immortal cultivation techniques under the stone tablet.
In the future, if the spiritual energy recovers, if a monk passes by the deserted island, he will be able to inherit the skills.
"It will definitely be a new opportunity at that time. Maybe the world of cultivating immortals will be called ancient, and what Pindao left behind will also be ancient techniques!"
Zhouyi satisfied his evil taste, and his spiritual consciousness carefully explored the orb, and found that it was completely indestructible.
"I have been studying the Disha ban for hundreds of years, but I have never found a suitable spiritual object to refine the magic weapon. This bead belongs to Pindao!"
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