Search for souls!
The origin of the scribe came to mind, and it was exactly what he said.
A down-and-out scholar had an unexpected encounter. He refined his qi and built up his foundation and formed elixirs along the way. He then passed the imperial examination and passed the imperial examination again, and was appointed as a clerk in the salary department of Daheng.
An eighth-rank official in the capital, and one of the richest among the six households, was already a huge figure in the eyes of the common people.
"Well, I also married dozens of wives. This kind of experience makes me the protagonist of this story!"
When Zhou Yi returned to the mountain temple, the ginseng doll had emerged from the ground and bowed attentively to salute.
"Congratulations to the immortal for condensing the Nascent Soul!"
"You guys still have the nerve to come out and watch the statue of Pindao being smashed to pieces."
Zhou Yi waved his hand and smashed the statue of the scribe into pieces and replaced it with the statue of the Taoist, leaving behind a streak of Nascent Soul power that could frighten visitors when he went out.
The ginseng doll said flatteringly: "We have also listened to the instructions of the immortal. Whenever there is a foreign enemy, we should hide if we can. Anyway, we have a long life. Wait until he dies before digging his grave and raising ashes!"
"Hmph! Why don't you go down the mountain and replace the other statues?"
Zhou Yi did not criticize the Lingshen doll harshly. Ever since Lingzhi was born, he had followed him around and it had become a habit subconsciously.
A few days later.
The people near Wushan replaced the mountain god statues with new ones.
The statues of gods that were enshrined yesterday are now filling up the Zaohuo Hall. The world is really in trouble.
The king's flag changes at the top of the city. You sing and I appear on stage. The gods and goddesses from all walks of life come and go like a revolving lantern. The common people have long been used to it.
They don't believe in the gods on their seats!
Whether it is Buddha or Tao, right or wrong, the common people do not care and have no power to support or oppose. Instead, they offer incense to that seat.
"This poor Taoist has worked hard for twenty years. In the eyes of the people, he is just a mountain god who is easy to worship. There are only a hundred people who truly worship him."
Zhou Yi doesn't know much about the Shinto incense, but judging from the current situation, there is something wrong with the Shinto incense in Daheng and even Dongsheng Shenzhou.
If ordinary people don't offer sincerely and clock in as if they are going to work, the power of incense will inevitably be shallow.
In order to gather the beads of wish power, the gods must increase the intensity of harvesting incense, which indirectly causes mortals to not believe in gods.
With such a vicious cycle, it is difficult for Shinto to prosper.
"Such a general situation is far from the thoughts of a poor Taoist, and besides, there is no need for the Wish Power Pearl. As a pure immortal monk, the decadence and languor of the Shinto is actually good for me!"
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly and lamented that if Shinto continues to develop like this, there will inevitably be more Linyang land cases.
After all, it is the common people who suffer!
After leaving the mountain temple to be hosted by the Lingshen doll, Zhou Yi flew into the clouds and mist and flew towards Daheng Kyoto.
On the way, Zhou Yi used Thunder Escape, blessed with True Dragon Transformation and Burning Blood Escape, and passed through Qingyun Mansion in just half an hour.
"Such an escape speed far surpasses that of the Dragon Emperor back then, and is already considered the top in the Nascent Soul realm!"
Thousands of years of accumulation in the Book of Changes quickly exploded after breaking through the realm. When the magic power arrived, all kinds of magical powers were perfected on their own, just like the old Taoist masters who have been there for many years.
The next day.
Daheng Kyoto is in sight.
Built near the mountains, covering three to four thousand miles, with steaming clouds and brilliant clouds, it looks like a fairyland in the sky.
Looking into the city from the outside, one can vaguely see the pavilions and pavilions.
The towering city wall is equipped with many formations to isolate the inside and outside scenes. Even the Nascent Soul transformed into a god has to obediently walk through the main entrance.
"Hengshan Mountain is the top spiritual vein of Dongsheng Divine Continent. According to the classification of the nine continents of immortality, it should be at the heaven level. It is said that the spiritual veins have been cultivated for tens of thousands of years and gave birth to a blessed land, which is the foundation of the Li family!"
Fairy Mountain Blessed Land is often used to describe monks' caves, but it is actually a real world.
According to records in the classics, the Great Way of Heaven and Earth manifests in the Blessed Land, which is mysterious and extraordinary. It is easier for monks to realize the Tao and make breakthroughs. Some people once speculated that the environment of the Blessed Land is similar to that of the fairy world.
Zhou Yi fell to Dunguang and paid the city entrance fee of ten spirit stones.
"At this price, it is impossible for ordinary mortals to enter the city!"
really.
The streets are lively and bustling, but there are very few mortals. Daheng Kyoto is almost a city composed entirely of monks.
There were not only people, but also monsters with animal heads on their heads, walking on the street very naturally.
"This is the prosperous age of the world of immortality!"
Zhou Yi's nose twitched and he found that everyone had a strong or light scent of incense.
"The prosperous age when everyone was like a dragon was indispensable without the assistance of incense and wish power. When the Jiuzhou Immortal Cultivation World was at its peak, the top level was not weaker than Dongsheng Shenzhou, but there was no monk city!"
The scarcity and randomness of spiritual roots separated the world from the immortals in Jiuzhou.
Even the ancestor of Yuanying, the True Monarch of the Golden Core, had to accept the poor qualifications of his descendants and rely on multiple marriages to give birth to spiritual roots.
The Wish Power Bead has endless magical uses. Even if you don't have spiritual roots and practice martial arts first, with the double blessing of a large number of spiritual objects and incense and wish power, you can quickly reach the state of introducing Qi into the body.
Dongsheng Divine Continent is not short of spiritual energy, spiritual objects, and techniques. What is afraid is that the cultivation is slow and the longevity is insufficient, and the Incense Condensation Technique just makes up for this.
The more Qi refining periods you have, the more foundation building and golden elixir abilities you have.
"One skill can make a continent...why does it always feel familiar?"
Zhou Yi was not interested in exploring the source of the spell for the time being. He searched for a well-informed place in the city and spent half a month to roughly figure out the situation in Daheng Kyoto.
The structure of Kyoto is similar to that of the ordinary capital, or it can be said that it is the transformation of the capital.
There is no shortage of all kinds of official positions in the imperial palace, the palace, and the six bureaus. The difference is that the people who hold these positions are all monks.
"The capital is extraordinary!"
Zhou Yi has seen the top dual cultivation method, and the taste is far more mysterious than that of Miaoyu Pavilion. He heard the girls boast that there are actually male and female cultivators in the Golden Elixir and Nascent Soul realm working part-time in the building.
Dual Cultivation Technique is an immortal technique that is both good and evil. Several sects in Daheng have this as their foundation.
"You dare to practice dual cultivation with Jindan Yuanying, and you are not afraid of doing evil in secret. Your energy and spirit will be sucked dry!"
Zhou Yi walked on the streets of Kyoto, looking left and right with his hands folded, like an old man wandering the streets.
The wine shop sells spiritual wine, the restaurant sells spiritual beasts, and the pawn shop sells spiritual objects. If you don't look at the shops selling elixirs, talismans, and seals, they are not much different from ordinary cities.
The people were in high spirits, and their tone of voice couldn't help but rise when talking to the foreign monks.
Living in the capital is not easy.
Anyone who can settle down for a long time will at least have a foundation-building monk in their clan, and they can have a relationship with Jindan.
The purpose of the residence in the capital is no longer just for living, but more like a cave that can be passed down. Not only can one enjoy top-level spiritual veins, but they can also enjoy the safety and protection of the Daheng court.
Zhou Yi went to Yahang and asked about the price of the house.
“It’s okay, not expensive!”
No matter how exorbitantly expensive a house in Kyoto is, in the eyes of a 6,500-year-old monster, it just looks like that. For example, in the previous life, I lamented that housing prices in the imperial capital were expensive. If I could work for 6,000 years, would I still be able to afford it?
"Unfortunately, no one is willing to sell their house unless they have to!"
Zhou Yi's steps seem to be slow but are actually very fast. One step is a hundred feet long, which is derived from the magical power of Ten Thousand Buddhas. His speed is not as fast as that of Dun Guang, but there is something mysterious about rushing in the city.
In the city.
The east side of Daheng Palace.
Survey and Assessment Department Yamen.
It has been fourteen years since Yuanding was established in the 85th year of the Yuan Dynasty. There are two lions standing at the door. They are not stone sculptures but living dragons named Suanni.
Of course, the bloodline is thin and there are dozens of generations between him and the real dragon.
Suan Ni was responsible for guarding the door. When he saw Zhou Yi approaching, he opened his mouth to ask the reason.
Zhou Yi revealed the soul of the scribe. After a while, an official opened the door and led him all the way to the government hall.
"Senior, wait a moment."
The official bowed and said: "You are the first Nascent Soul Dao Lord. How to calculate your merits depends on the decision of the head of the department."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly and sat on a chair to sip tea.
Before coming here, I had made it clear that since Emperor Yuan Ding carried out the inspection and planning of the capital, many corrupt officials and evil gods in Kyoto have fled, and the Survey and Investigation Department has issued wanted and reward missions.
Since the monks who escaped were at least in the Golden Core realm, and even the Nascent Soul Ancestor, they found a place to change their appearance, and even escaped from the Daheng Kingdom, so few people completed the wanted orders.
Three years ago, there was a golden elixir from abroad, which killed the fugitive evil god and came to Daheng Dynasty to turn it over to the Survey Department.
The imperial court issued rewards and canonized an official mountain god.
It didn't take long.
A red-robed official appeared, cupped his hands and said, "Wang Qing, a poor Taoist, leads the inspection department and is in charge of the merit examination."
"I've met fellow Daoist Wang."
Zhou Yi felt that Wang Qing's aura was as deep as the sea, at least in the middle and late stages of Nascent Soul, and he cupped his hands and said: "Zhu Gang, the poor Taoist, the mountain god of Wushan Mountain in Qingyun Prefecture."
"Linyang Wushan, or Luxian Wushan?"
Wang Qing was very familiar with the mountains and rivers in Daheng. Officials from the survey department visited almost all counties and cities to assess the merits and demerits of local officials and land.
"Linyang Wushan."
Zhou Yi took out the soul of the scribe and said: "A few days ago, I was in seclusion, and this guy actually occupied a god's position. After asking, I found out that he was a fugitive, so I immediately killed him and sent him to the court."
"That's all thanks to God Zhu Shan."
Wang Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had no good impression of Zhou Yi in his heart. In the eyes of the survey officials, 99% of the mountain gods, He Bo, deserved to be killed.
"As a poor man practicing in Daheng, he should wholeheartedly serve his country."
Zhou Yi handed over to the palace: "Your Majesty has great talents and great plans to purge the officialdom and the Shinto. The poor Taoist will do his best to support it and wish to catch all the fugitives!"
"..."
Wang Qing was immediately speechless. The dignified Yuanying Dao Lord was so shameless.
Different from ordinary people who are kings, ministers and kings, the Li family and the sect jointly govern Daheng, which is equivalent to the strongest immortal cultivating family in the country. Immortal cultivators like to be carefree by nature and rarely flatter anyone naked.
However, Wang Qing did not dare to refute Zhou Yi. He could not make his attitude clear in private, so he had to go along with it.
"Young Daoist Zhu has made great contributions to the court, and your majesty will certainly reward you. Since you want to catch fugitives, how about joining the Survey Department?"
"The poor man's magic power is low and he cannot take on big responsibilities."
Zhou Yi repeatedly refused. The Survey and Verification Department seemed to have astonishing power. Today it will kill the Golden Pill and tomorrow it will kill the Yuanying. However, its own losses are not small.
Moreover, there are too many forces that have been offended. In the future, when the Shinto is purged from Daheng, Emperor Yuanding will inevitably use the Surveying Department to quell the anger of all parties due to his cold temperament, and only fools will join.
"I don't ask for a farewell, I just want to be a righteous person, so that I can live a good life as your Majesty's herdsman in the future."
"That is really wronging Fellow Daoist Zhu. I will explain it to His Majesty."
Wang Qing spoke in a strange voice, and he didn't understand how such a slick and hypocritical person could survive the inner demons.
Zhou Yi achieved his goal, so he didn't care about Wang Qing's taunts, and obtained the Yellow Book of Righteous Gods. From then on, he hid in the mountains and cultivated until the Nascent Soul was perfected. When he came out of seclusion, the grass on his grave was three feet high.
"Thank you, Mr. Wang. Pindao is waiting for news in Feixian Pavilion."
…
There are no secrets in the yamen.
This is true in the secular world, and it is also true in the world of immortality.
soon.
The origins of the Book of Changes were placed in front of the Daheng Dynasty family and sect. The investigation stopped at the Wushan Mountain God and the shopkeeper, and the previous information was empty.
Someone related the news reported by Chiming Mansion and speculated that Zhou Yi was the monk who had overcome the tribulation.
On the whole, he is quite innocent, especially because of the purity and harmony in his martial arts aura. The authentic Xuanmen monks are the most popular among all parties.
Zhou Yi's foothold was quickly figured out. He was hanging around the top Goulan in the capital, belonging to the Feixian Sect's capital branch. He had never come out since he entered.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
Live and drink, be at ease!
"This is a wonderful man!"
The Feixian Sect is quite powerful in Daheng. After learning the news, they immediately sent someone to invite Zhou Yi to join the sect.
If you promise to be an elder, you can get a 50% discount on future purchases at Feixian Pavilion!
Zhou Yi admitted that this condition was very tempting, but he was most in need of spiritual stones. He endured heartache and refused the invitation, but he still got a lifetime membership card with a 10% discount.
"The Feixian Sect is so majestic that we will never change the realm again!"
Another half month passed.
Zhou Yi came into contact with many forces. The strong ones had Tianjun as their commander, while the weak ones at least had Nascent Soul. The conditions offered were similar, such as becoming an elder, making offerings, and having the family and sect provide training resources.
"The poor Taoist has no shortage of skills and spiritual objects. It is useless to add this kind of power."
"Besides, the elders who are just starting out will never be able to become one of their own. They won't be able to enjoy the core benefits. If they encounter danger, they will be forced to follow the path!"
"Looking at it this way, it's not bad to be a casual cultivator!"
…
This day.
Baiweilou.
Zhou Yi found a corner and was pouring himself a drink.
A young Taoist priest walked straight over after going upstairs and sat down opposite.
"After waiting for more than half a month, Taoist friend is finally willing to come out of Feixian Pavilion."
"I wonder what's wrong with you, friend?"
Zhou Yi looked at the Taoist priest carefully. He was in his twenties and had a stern face. His Taoist robe was simple and simple.
The Taoist priest said slowly: "Purple Yang Sutra!"
brush!
The light-splitting sword fell into the hand, and the extremely fierce sword energy bloomed, turning into a sword formation to seal off several feet in the area.
"Who are you?"
Zhou Yi has a murderous intention. If this person can't explain some sense, he will directly kill him. If he doesn't die after three strikes, he will escape from Dongsheng Shenzhou and wait and see for hundreds of years before coming back.
"What a wonderful sword technique. Even the elders in the sect rarely have such achievements. He is actually a natural seed of swordsmanship!"
The Taoist priest spoke to himself, and his tone was not as cold as before: "I am a poor Taoist from Guxiao, a third-generation disciple of Butian Sect."
"Butian Cult?"
Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief and said tentatively: "Pindao once accidentally entered the Cave of the Sages and received some inheritance from the Butian Sect, including the Ziyang Sutra..."
"Butian Sect has a long heritage, and there are countless experts in the sect, but there are countless inheritances scattered outside."
Gu Xiao said: "Fellow Taoist has obtained the inheritance of Butian, which means he has a predestined relationship with our sect. Pindao is ordered by the sect to invite fellow Taoist to return to the sect!"
"Does the Butian Sect have immortals living in this world?"
Zhou Yi has been in Dongsheng Shenzhou for decades and has learned a lot about the world of immortality. For example, the terms "religion", "sect" and "sect" cannot be used indiscriminately.
"That's natural. There will be immortals in the teachings for generations!"
Whenever Gu Xiao mentioned the Butian Sect, he would look solemn and say with reverence: "Fifteen thousand years ago, Patriarch Yun Yi survived the ninety-nine heavenly tribulations and successfully ascended to Xiaju."
"I have visited Dongsheng Divine Continent several times, and there are only five great sects with the method of ascension!"
Zhou Yi was not excited by the method of ascension. He has endless longevity. As long as he doesn't die prematurely, it will be a matter of time before he ascends to the immortal world. He asked.
"Pindao is naturally willing to recognize his ancestors and return to his clan. I would like to ask if joining the Butian Sect requires restrictions such as soul lanterns or an age test for qualifications?"
"Such restrictions are entirely voluntary."
Gu Xiao said: "Due to the widespread spread of the sect, many people from various countries in the Dongsheng Divine Continent practice it. The founder does not limit such disciples to their bones, but must condense the golden elixir before they can officially join the sect!"
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and said with a smile.
"Pindao has been fascinated by Butian Sect for a long time. Today, senior brother came to visit and finally got what he wanted!"
Gu Xiao smiled when he heard this. He was indeed a shameless person as rumored.
