Zhangshan.
Daheng faces the far east and is named after camphor trees.
The mountain god is a thousand-year-old tree demon whose body grows on the mountainside. Dozens of people hug the thick giant tree, and has been worshiped by the mountain people for generations.
After being born with spiritual wisdom, he is naturally close to the human race, and because of his long lifespan, he rarely casts spells to harvest incense.
This day.
The tree demon came down from the mountain to satisfy the prayers of the believers and directed Zhang San to dig out the gold and silver buried by the bandits under a certain tree on the mountain.
He also gave spiritual fruit and cured Li Si's father from his serious illness.
This is the daily life of a normal god, plain and trivial, but also accumulating merit bit by bit.
"Counting the days, the Ganoderma lucidum plant on the top of the mountain is almost mature. Go and have a look. Don't let the mountain spirits and wild monsters swallow it."
The tree demon was walking in the forest, the rocks flattened out on their own, and the thorns gave way. As they were about to reach the top of the mountain, suddenly a transparent barrier of invisible material blocked the way.
"Is this a formation restriction?"
Trying to reach out and touch it, ripples appeared in the void, and the mountain forest scene ahead twisted and changed.
"What a brilliant illusion formation. This mountain god lives on the mountainside and he doesn't even notice it at all!"
The tree demon frowned slightly. Such a formation achievement was extraordinary. The anger in his heart had no choice but to dissipate. Just as he was thinking about how to visit his new neighbor, he suddenly sensed the terrifying pressure coming on him.
Boom!
Thunder exploded, and the blue sky turned into dark clouds in an instant.
Endless spiritual energy from heaven and earth swarmed in, turning into mist and rainwater in an extremely rich form, blending into the dark clouds, and the thunder became more and more deafening.
"Heavenly tribulation?"
The tree demon once survived the Little Four Nine Heavenly Tribulation, and the dark clouds were no more than a hundred miles in radius, which was more than a hundred times smaller than what they saw now.
"There are monks on Mount Zhang to overcome the calamity of Ning Ying!"
Thinking of this, the tree demon showed an envious look on his face, and immediately flew down the mountain with the escaping light.
On the way, I saw mountain people hunting and chopping firewood. I waved my hands to protect them from the thunder and disaster. When I reached the foot of the mountain, the entire Zhangshan Mountain area had turned into darkness.
The only light was the roaring thunder and lightning.
"How can this guy survive the tribulation in the wild?"
The Dryad has seen and heard of the Nascent Soul Ancestors, all of whom have been surviving tribulations in caves that have been in operation for hundreds of years, fearing that they will be wiped out by thunder.
The calamity cloud condensed for about an hour.
The sky has turned into a sea of thunder, with hundreds of thunder dragons flying through the clouds. The power contained in each one is no less powerful than the Nascent Soul spell.
At this time.
Several more rays of light flew from a distance.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, do you know which senior is the one who overcame the tribulation?"
Of the forty-nine heavenly tribulations, only one out of ten can survive successfully. Even so, it is not wrong to be called a senior first.
The tree demon recognized the person coming from nearby Tianxiang County. Disgust flashed in his eyes. Due to his identity as the official god of the imperial court, he had to respond: "I don't even recognize him, he must be a senior from outside."
Tianxiang Tutu's mind was spinning, and he guessed how credible this statement was.
The other mountain gods, He Bo, had a rather cold relationship with the tree demons, and they just stayed in the distance to communicate with each other.
Immortals such as tree demons who do not harvest incense are a minority in the Daheng Dynasty and even the Dongsheng Divine Continent, and are excluded from the circle by most of the mountain gods Hebo.
While everyone was talking, the thunder tribulation had already fallen.
The first level was hundreds of thunder dragons, whose roars spread hundreds of miles and thundered on the top of the mountain.
Buzz!
Overlapping formations restrict the manifestation, and Yin Yang and Five Elements are colorful streams of light. It is hard to count how many layers there are just by eyesight. They are more complicated and vast than the sect-protecting formation.
"This does not look like a hasty formation. I am going to Chiming Mansion to perform my duties. There are not so many formations in the City God's Temple!"
Tianxiang Tutu glanced at the tree demon and thought that the person who would overcome the tribulation must be related to it, but he had to wait for the result of the thunder tribulation first, and each would have its own way of dealing with success or failure.
The tree demon did not explain, but watched the thunder bombardment formations one after another. No matter how many layers were broken, new formations would come on top.
The monks talked about the thunder calamity that changed their faces, but they were able to survive several levels with ease.
As the power of the thunder tribulation continued to grow stronger, the tree demon and others could no longer withstand the pressure and had no choice but to fall to the ground and watch.
Half a day later.
The ninth level of thunder tribulation fell, and the entire mountain top was shrouded in thunder, like an endless sea of thunder, repeatedly washing away the formation restrictions, which seemed to be endless.
"open!"
A clear voice came from the formation.
Immediately, thousands of sword lights rose into the sky and struck in the middle of the calamity cloud. The thunder calamity, which was already at the end of its powerful crossbow, shattered.
The clouds of calamity dissipated, and fairy light descended from the sky.
"Can you still survive the tribulation like this?"
The tree demon exclaimed, and looked back to see that Tianxiang Land and other gods and wild gods had already escaped.
…
Mountain top.
The formation is in the middle.
Zhou Yi sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
After the thunder tribulation is over, what follows is the inner demon tribulation. The Nascent Soul is formed by the fusion of soul and mana.
Condensation is accompanied by inner demons, which is also the most common disaster for monks. Faced with the all-pervasive inner demons that originate from the heart, even if the Taoist heart is as iron as stone, it will not help.
Zhou Yi took out the Ningying Spiritual Object and swallowed three kinds of it in succession.
They are pure spiritual souls, rare treasures that can resist external evil. It is a blessing for ordinary monks to get one of them.
Then tens of thousands of wish power beads were sprinkled out, tinkling, dong dong, scattered around, and the incense concentration technique was used to unblock the seal. The rich incense wish power turned into gray smoke, wrapping the Book of Changes in it.
Suddenly, the scene in front of him changed.
Deafening music and dazzling laser lights.
Zhou Yi's eyes were confused. He rubbed his temples to relieve his headache. He looked at the girl in his arms and tried to ask.
"Are you Xuanxuan?"
"Oh, I hate it, I'm Yingying!"
The girl's cooing voice made Zhou Yi very uncomfortable. He looked up and saw familiar and unfamiliar faces.
Suddenly I realized that it was at the project celebration party!
At this time, Xiao Li from the project team came over to make a toast. It was basically the leader who did whatever he wanted. Zhou Yi took a sip and felt that the taste was so bad that he almost vomited.
"Is this wine too bad?"
Zhou Yi glanced at the wine bottle. It seemed to be his favorite brand. Why did he suddenly feel that it was particularly unpleasant to drink?
The celebrations will continue.
After singing and drinking, we went to bed with Xuanxuan, Yingying or Lulu in our arms.
Early the next morning.
After getting up, Zhou Yi habitually goes to work, holds meetings, and works overtime. When he comes home from get off work, he is too tired to move and lies in bed playing mobile games.
Simulate cultivating immortality.
I have reached the full level in half a year. After surviving the ninth heavenly tribulation, I can choose Dao Fruit.
Game pop-up!
Recharge 648 to choose more Dao fruits, stronger character attributes, easy to brush pictures, and fight BOSS at will!
If you don’t want to recharge, the only option is the Immortality Fruit, which has no additional attributes and is similar to having an extra golden title.
"648, not a lot."
Zhou Yi clicked on other Dao Fruits to introduce them. Thunder Dao Fruit doubled the attack of lightning magic, Incense Dao Fruit greatly increased blood volume, Nirvana Dao Fruit resurrected on the spot by brushing the map, Netherworld Dao Fruit controlled the corpses of mobs...
There are all kinds of them, and they all remind you that you can become stronger by paying money!
"The Fruit of Immortality!"
Zhou Yi looked at the zero recharge reward, muttered to himself, and closed the recharge page after a long time.
Since then.
Zhou Yi became one of those who enjoyed the blessings. He worked hard and was diligent and motivated, winning over all his colleagues. Then the economy went down, the company went bankrupt, and he embarked on the path of flexible employment.
“Sure enough, it’s hard to get rich without a windfall.”
Zhou Yi sighed helplessly, then bought a lottery ticket and received a bonus of tens of millions.
Ever since I got money, suddenly there were many good people in the world and life was beautiful.
I found a low-paying but very leisurely job, followed my parents' wishes, got married and had children.
Twenty years passed in a daze.
The son was very successful and was admitted to a prestigious school. After graduation, he passed the public examination smoothly and became a jailer under the guidance of Zhou Yi.
The lives of ordinary people are very ordinary. Among all living beings, not one among the billions can leave a trace in history. Most of them are struggling for a meaningful or meaningless future.
Until the age of seventy.
Zhouyi, who had been lying down for a lifetime, suddenly got up the idea to write a book and serialized "The Biography of Three Heroes" on a certain Internet.
The writing is mysterious and the rhetoric is gorgeous.
It has attracted the attention of the whole people, and it can be said that it became famous in one book.
"Don't forget your original intention!"
Zhou Yi wrote several books in succession and became a well-known literary giant, especially the "Jiuzhou Cultivation World", which was written in thousands of pages. The book described the world of Cultivation as if it existed in real life.
And becoming famous in his later years made Zhouyi more inspirational.
Ninety-nine years old.
Lunar New Year's eve.
reunion dinner.
Zhou Yi, who had white beard and hair, sat at the top, looking at the more than twenty relatives on the left and right, stroking his long beard and chanting.
"Fathers are kind and sons are filial; brothers and sisters are respectful to brothers... When a gentleman drinks, he has endless fun!"
With tears in his eyes and a lot of thoughts, he picked up the wine glass and didn't drink it, but spilled it in front of him.
"Food!"
The drink fell to the ground and suddenly turned into countless sword lights, smashing the descendants, dining tables, houses, and even the entire world into pieces.
Heaven and earth change.
Zhou Yi looked at the familiar aura of the formation in front of him, touched his face, and burst into tears.
"This inner demon fantasy really comes from the heart. He actually knows that Pindao doesn't care about anything in Jiuzhou and directly triggers the past. Even though he knows it is a fantasy, he can't help but indulge in it for a long time!"
The illusion lasts for decades, and the world lasts for an instant.
As soon as Zhou Yi thought, he saw a three-inch-sized baby emerging from his forehead and standing in the air.
The baby is as white and tender as mercury, with round limbs and no hands or feet, and its facial features are simply outlined, which is somewhat similar to the Book of Changes.
"After the Nascent Soul is condensed, it must be continuously cultivated and refined until it looks the same as the original deity, as if it were a living person, which is the state of great achievement!"
"Gene Era"
The Nascent Soul is formed by the soul of mana. After leaving the body, the eyes of the body are tightly closed, without any mana vitality.
After a while.
Nascent Soul got back into the body, Zhou Yi opened his eyes and couldn't help but look happy.
"Master Nascent Soul Dao can start a sect and occupy one side, calling himself the ancestor! Even in Dongsheng Shenzhou, where the Immortal Dao is prosperous, Nascent Soul monks are not common and they are the backbone of the force!"
Zhou Yi opened his mouth and spit out several treasures, and used his magic power to refining them.
The mana in the Nascent Soul stage is ten times more powerful than the golden elixir. No matter the quantity or quality, the control will be smoother after re-sacrifice.
The golden elixir monks were ultimately unable to use spiritual treasures, but now they can use the light-splitting sword, Taiqing Talisman, etc. to exert 100% of their power.
Zhou Yi has the inheritance of the Nine Continents of Immortal Cultivation, and has long been familiar with the cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage. No matter the skills or the key points, he does not need anyone's guidance.
"My major is still the Taixuan Sutra, which is the authentic Xuanmen sect that points directly to the transformation of gods. No matter where I go, I will never be regarded as a heretic."
"The body refining technique was transferred to the inheritance of the Alchemy Cauldron Sect, and the Furnace Refining Manual uses many spiritual fires to train the physical body, which points directly to the indestructibility of diamond and the invulnerability of water and fire. Just by having the divine fire fan in hand, there is no shortage of body refining spiritual fire, so you can get twice the result with half the effort!"
"The method of refining the gods and the Nirvana Sutra still have a follow-up, but the Nascent Soul Buddha practice will be condensed into relics..."
Zhou Yi pondered for a long time and temporarily stopped practicing the Nirvana Sutra.
If the relics are not condensed, the many magical powers and techniques that follow the Nirvana Sutra will not be able to exert even 50% of their power, and they are not as good as the divine refining techniques of other sects.
"As the realm improves, the difference between Buddhism and Taoism becomes greater. The Taoist spirit and body merge into one to become a human being and immortal, while the Buddhist spirit and relics become a Dharma-like Arhat!"
“It’s much more difficult to practice Buddhism and Taoism at the same time!”
The two religions, Buddhism and Taoism, cannot see eye to eye with each other most of the time. The consequence of stepping on two different boats is that the boat will capsize.
Zhou Yi claimed that he was the ancestor of Taoism, so he would not abandon Taoism and join Buddhism just for the sake of a piece of spiritual practice. Taoism also has top-notch meditation methods.
One month later.
Many treasure sacrifices have been completed, and the conversion of techniques is difficult to complete in a short time.
Zhou Yi waved his hand and put the formation restrictions into his cuffs, turned into a escaping light and flew eastward, leaving the Daheng Kingdom in a moment.
The tree demon waited for a long time and saw his senior coming out of seclusion. He hesitated and finally did not dare to speak out.
The world of cultivating immortals is very hierarchical. If a senior is unhappy with just one word, he will have to admit that he is unlucky even if he is killed!
The next day.
Zhou Yi made a large circle outside the country, returned to the Daheng Dynasty from the north, and returned to Wushan in the evening.
Flying over the temple, I found that the statue in the temple had changed its appearance, from a Taoist priest holding a sword and a talisman to a scholar with a feather fan and turban.
"Pindao hasn't returned home for two months, and someone has taken over his nest!"
Zhou Yi flew to the core mountain temple and sensed the aura of the strange monk and the spiritual ginseng doll hiding underground.
"This guy has lived for thousands of years, but his courage has not improved at all!"
The mountain temple has changed its owner, and its aura is probably around the middle stage of the golden elixir. The magic power of the ginseng doll is far superior, but it is huddled hundreds of feet underground and dare not come out.
Zhou Yi subconsciously activated the Taiqing Talisman to cover up his figure and aura, intending to attack and kill him in the future.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord! The poor Taoist is already a Nascent Soul. He can crush the golden elixir with one finger. Why should he be afraid anymore?"
Thinking of this, Zhou Yi withdrew his concealment spell, and the majestic aura of magical power enveloped the mountain temple, and he shouted loudly.
"Where did the mountain and wild hairy god come from to dare to occupy my godly position!"
The sound entered the thunder and shook the mountains. Daojun Yuanying already had the power to move mountains and destroy hundreds of miles.
A ray of light flew out from the mountain temple. The middle-aged scribe looked pale and bowed to Zhou Yi repeatedly.
"This junior did not know that this place had an owner, so he occupied it rashly. I ask for forgiveness from my seniors, and I am willing to serve under my command..."
The scribe was trembling with fear, searching his guts for reasons, and trying to find a chance to survive.
Zhou Yi asked: "Where are you from? Do you have any background?"
"Junior and..."
The scribe wanted to make it up, but suddenly he was in a trance and told the truth: "This junior was originally a failed scholar. He accidentally obtained a scroll to practice martial arts. He has been practicing in Kyoto without any background."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly and continued to use the art of confusing gods.
"Why did you leave Kyoto to occupy this divine throne?"
"This junior is on duty at the Ministry of Household Affairs. During His Majesty's inspection in Beijing, the investigation department learned about the corruption, so he had no choice but to abandon his official position and escape..."
When the scribe said this, his voice became intermittent until his face was distorted and his soul returned to clarity.
"It turns out he is a corrupt official and a fugitive!"
With a smile on his face, Zhou Yi waved his hand and rained down dozens of thunderbolts, covering the scribes.
boom!
The scribe didn't even let out a scream, but his body was destroyed by ashes, leaving only half of his soul floating in the air.
Zhou Yi captured the remaining souls and put them into his sleeves.
"The poor Taoist is worried and has no reason. How should he contact the court? This is coming to his door!"
