Fenghe.
There were loud shouts of killing.
Thousands of Yin soldiers formed a military formation, blocked the middle section of the river, exposed the river temple under the water, and jointly used magic to attack.
Two golden elixir monks in black and white robes stood in the clouds, holding magic weapons and waiting quietly.
After a while.
With a bang, the formation shattered.
"kill!"
Hundreds of water monsters rushed out of the river temple. They were evil-looking, waving their claws and claws to kill them.
The leader is the green-skinned Yaksha, who is six feet tall. He wields a steel fork magic weapon and shoots azure aura to freeze dozens of Yin soldiers.
The white-robed monk said in surprise: "Isn't Fenghe River God a turtle-headed monster?"
"Whether it is a turtle demon or a yaksha, we are ordered to capture and bring them to justice!"
The precious mirror flew out of the black-robed monk's sleeve, fell into his hand and bloomed with spiritual light. The green-skinned Yaksha's face was reflected in the mirror.
Yasha only felt that his soul was confused and his magic power was running sluggishly. Muranzhi felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw the black flying sword piercing his chest. The monster body that had been condensed for hundreds of years was as thin as paper.
"Pindao's soul-cutting sword is tangible and intangible, specially designed to destroy physically strong people!"
The white-robed monk pinched the spell with his hand, and the black flying sword suddenly disappeared. When it fell into his hand, it was filled with Yaksha's soul.
Search for souls!
The white-robed monk said: "This guy is the slave of the river god. After the destruction of Yuntong Dragon Palace, the river god had fled, leaving only the yaksha to collect the power of incense and vows."
"If you run away, run away. What the Lord wants is the divine throne!"
The black-robed monk let out a long roar, and the Yin soldiers fighting the water demon surged in momentum and attacked them without fear of death.
The demon race has strong Qi and blood, and it originally restrained its soul. However, being in a desperate situation only aroused its ferocious nature. With few enemies and many enemies, it actually resisted for a whole day and a night before dying.
The black and white monks looked on with cold eyes, showing no intention of intervening.
The origins of Yin soldiers are fierce ghosts. They often committed murders during their lives, and they will die when they die. As long as the evil spirits of the souls are taken away, there will be many punished ghosts in the underworld of the City God's Temple.
A few days later.
The new Fenghehebo took office. He only had the realm of foundation building, but his surname was Gu.
…
Daheng Kyoto.
royal palace.
Qinzheng Hall.
Nine identical people, wearing dragon robes, lined up on the left and right to review the memorial.
When encountering a difficult decision, he would take out the wish beads, use incense and wish power to perform divination, and write down comments based on the secrets obtained.
There are memorials three or four feet thick on each desk, at least dozens or hundreds of letters, and from time to time, clerks will send new memorials.
After Emperor Yuanding ascended the throne, he personally handled the affairs of the state and dynasty, and the officials only had the right to make suggestions. From the high officials in the court to the ninth-rank county magistrate, all government orders came from the hands of Emperor Yuanding.
The thirty-six prefectures of Daheng are filled with numerous affairs that even the Yuanying monks need to deal with day and night.
In order not to delay his practice, Emperor Yuanding refined eight avatars to handle the government affairs of the country. The original deity sat on top, recited sutras, learned Taoism, and refined his magic power.
Green smoke curls up.
The scent of incense in the hall was strong, forming clouds that floated between the beams and pillars.
At this time.
A purple-robed official entered the palace. The memorials in his hands were not placed on the left and right desks, but he bowed to report to his superior, Emperor Yuan Ding.
"Your Majesty, Qingyun Mansion has sent another request for merit."
Emperor Yuanding slowly opened his eyes, waved his hand to take a picture of the memorial, flipped through a few pages and said with a smile.
"Since you have accomplished meritorious service, you will continue to do so."
"Your Majesty, this is already the seventh time I have asked for merit."
The official said: "The God of Qingyun Mountain is insatiably greedy. The imperial court canonized him as the righteous god. It is his duty to eliminate the wild gods..."
"How can there be any responsibility in this world?"
Emperor Yuanding said: "It has been hundreds of years since the imperial court conferred the title of Jishui Longjun, but the black dragon has not been seen to be in charge. He only has some spiritual stone pills so that the Qingyun Mountain God can serve as an example for the country."
example?
The official's face was slightly red. He knew the contents of the memorial, and he tried his best to flatter the horse. The seven memorials he asked for merit were all so flattering, without the arrogance of Nascent Soul Daojun. He reminded him loudly.
"Your Majesty, the God of Qingyun Mountain is a member of the Butian Sect after all."
"Of course I know."
Emperor Yuanding looked at the memorial with interest and said: "With the temperament of this mountain god, Ai Qing thinks about it, can he be loyal to the Butian Sect?"
"This...is difficult!"
The official said: "The God of Qingyun Mountain is greedy for money, lustful, and timid. It is impossible for him to agree with the Tianbu teachings."
Emperor Yuanding said with a smile: "So, the left and right Qingyun Mountains have fallen into the Butian Sect, so I can feel at ease if I let this guy take care of me."
"Your Majesty, since Taizu has proven to be a human being and immortal, why do we need to rely on external forces?"
The official said: "Slowly combing the mountains and rivers in the country, without the help of the Butian Sect, it will take a few more decades to eliminate the wild gods, and there will be no future troubles."
"There is no need to discuss this matter further, I have my own plan."
Emperor Yuanding said: "Tell the Ministry of Household Affairs that if Qingyun Mountain asks for merit again, there is no need to ask for instructions, and the full amount will be distributed directly!"
"According to the order!"
The officials bowed to accept the order and withdrew with doubts on their faces.
Emperor Yuanding took a deep breath of the incense and fire, his eyes dark.
"My plan is not just for Da Heng. In the future, the entire Dongsheng Divine Continent will serve me as its master!"
…
one year later.
Seven mountains and thirteen rivers, all the wild gods will be killed and expelled.
Emperor Yuanding praised the God of Qingyun Mountain for his loyalty to the country, promoted him to the fifth rank of god, and provided him with countless spiritual stones and elixirs.
At this point, Wanli Qingyun Mountain is under the control of Butian Sect.
The Butianmen were in charge of the mountains and rivers. After taking office, they first sorted out the water veins of the mountains, killed the ferocious beasts and evil spirits in the mountains, built a new temple for the mountain god Hebo, and asked the people nearby to offer incense in their dreams.
Ten years from now.
The weather in Qingyun Mountain is smooth and there are no natural or man-made disasters.
The number of people under the rule, which originally numbered around ten million, increased to fifteen million, most of whom came from outside to open up wasteland in the mountains.
The population has increased dramatically, but the power of incense and incense has been reduced to 60% of the original value.
The people are very pragmatic and would not burn incense and worship God if there is no disaster!
Zhou Yi secretly observed for ten years and was very satisfied with what Bu Tian's disciples did. Regardless of their natural character, they all abide by the authentic rules of Xuanmen, even if the power of incense is reduced by less than half.
"The Sword Comes"
"In the long run, if the population doubles again in the future, the incense will be 20% more than the original harvest."
"Other mountain gods, Hebo, also understand this. It is possible to increase the population several times, but there is a limit to harvesting incense. However, it will take tens to hundreds of years, and they cannot afford to wait!"
"Even if you live a long life, you won't be able to hold the position of god under your butt for that long."
Qingyun Mountain is different. It falls under the control of Butian Sect, which is almost like a concession in Daheng. Any god can be appointed or removed by himself.
No one can interfere, let alone steal it.
Not even the imperial court!
…
This day.
Mountain temple.
The pavilions and pavilions have expanded several times compared to ten years ago.
Most of the anti-bandit materials and meritorious rewards issued by the imperial court fell into storage bags, but some needed to be taken out and exposed.
Firstly, it proves that His Majesty is generous with rewards for loyal ministers, and secondly, it shows that Qingyun Mountain God is greedy for enjoyment.
Yongshou Hall.
Zhou Yi pinched the elixir formula with his hands and put the purple golden elixir into the gourd.
"This is the last batch. After eating it for ten years, I should change my taste. The Buddhist Bodhi Pill not only increases my magic power, but also benefits my soul. I will make it in the future."
Just as he was about to go to Yongning Hall to practice Qi, the sword talisman on his sleeve buzzed.
His consciousness scanned and the message was received.
——Please invite Junior Brother Zhu to come to Yongning City God’s Temple. The number of Wish Power Pearls has been sorted out, and several fellow disciples will be introduced to you...
"Ten years of seclusion is just a good time to relax."
Zhou Yi summoned the Lingshen doll to look after the house, take good care of the Lingtian, and immediately turned into a light and left.
Nowadays, there are many restrictions on the mountain temple, and the God Transformation Heavenly Lord cannot see through the inside. There are also the righteous gods under his command on the outside to protect the temple. In addition, with the reputation of Butian Sect, no one can test it without opening their eyes.
A few hours later.
Yongning Mansion.
Fucheng.
The Butian Sect has been operating in Yongning Mansion for hundreds of years, so the City Lord's Mansion had to move to the east of the city to make way for the central location.
Zhou Yi fell to escape the light, and a few flickers passed through the crowd of people offering incense and came to the back hall of the City God Temple.
There were already officials from the Yin Division waiting, wearing pale robes. After seeing Zhou Yi, they hurriedly saluted: "The little god pays homage to the God of Qingyun Mountain. Your Excellency has already arranged a banquet and has been waiting for a long time."
"Lead the way."
Zhou Yi recognized this person, the judge beneath Senior Brother Gu's seat. He seemed to be no different from a living person, but in fact he was a ghost cultivator who had been practicing for many years.
Jiuzhou Ghost Cultivates the Yin Wind Burst, even if you cast a spell to cover it up, the Yin Qi will inevitably escape. The ghost cultivator of Dongsheng Shenzhou absorbed the power of the incense and turned into a Yin god, without any gloomy and cold aura.
Wen Juan pinched the magic formula with his hand, and the light in front of him shone, manifesting a black door.
The Black Gate is made of an unknown material and is about the same size as an ordinary city gate. Various patterns of evil spirits and ghosts being tortured are engraved on the surface, making it look particularly weird and terrifying.
gate of hell.
Mortals who occasionally entered the City God's Yin Division recorded what they saw and heard, and named the Black Gate after it.
Zhou Yi's eyes sparkled, and he could see through the essence of the black gate. It was actually a special magic weapon, integrated with the formation restrictions.
The black door is wide open.
Stepping into the City God's Yin Division, Zhou Yi felt that the void was upside down and twisted, and the scenery ahead changed drastically.
The sky is dim and ghostly.
"This is... a teleportation array?"
Zhou Yi comprehended ten thousand volumes of Dao Zang, among which there was a volume of teleportation formation, but it was far less sophisticated than the Gate of Hell.
If you think about it carefully, this makes sense.
The City God's Temple is not the legendary underworld, but an underworld built by monks for the sake of incense and vows. It is impossible to open up a different space with supreme power, but to find a place in the underworld and connect it with a teleportation array.
Mortals are short-sighted and mistakenly enter the Chenghuang Temple, thinking they have entered the underworld!
The literary judge explained: "Your Excellency is right. I just passed the teleportation array and arrived at a ghost land in the northeast of Yongning Mansion, which is more than two thousand miles away from the city."
The Yin Ling Land was filled with Yin energy. After the establishment of the City God's Yin Division, a steady stream of evil spirits and ghosts were imprisoned.
Over time, he was completely shrouded in evil spirits.
All the way through the halls of the Yin Division, we came to the main hall. There were twenty or thirty people sitting inside, most of whom were in the Golden Core realm.
Sitting on the left and right are the three Nascent Soul Dao Lords, as well as the first Gu Xiao and the newly arrived Zhou Yi. Their overall strength has surpassed that of the Danding Sect back then. However, this is only part of the power of Butian Sect in Daheng.
Zhou Yi cupped his hands and said, "I've seen you fellow seniors, but I'm too late."
"Junior Brother Zhu is the farthest away, only a few hours, which is already extremely fast."
Gu Xiao introduced them one by one: "This is Senior Brother Lingming, who serves as the head of the Hubu Branch Office. All the materials for the imperial court that Junior Brother receives are handled by Senior Brother."
Zhou Yi said quickly: "I have met senior brother Lingming, and I would like to thank him for taking care of him for many years."
"Brothers from the same discipline, there is no need to be polite."
Lingming's Taoist name sounds gloomy, but he is a fat man with a round face, a kind smile, and a very friendly look at Zhou Yi.
After serving in the local and household departments for more than a hundred years, the combined amount of spiritual resources obtained is less than ten years.
After all, he is Nascent Soul Daojun. Even if he is greedy, he must find a legitimate reason to avoid losing his identity. Who would have thought that Zhou Yi would become the God of Qingyun Mountain, asking for credit and materials for suppressing bandits every now and then, without caring about his dignity at all.
After the spiritual objects were distributed, Zhou Yi sent 50% of them back to the Ministry of Household Affairs. How could Ling Ming not get close to them?
Gu Xiao continued to introduce: "This is An Yunguang. Senior Brother An serves as a staff general in the Zhendong Army."
Zhou Yi bowed and said, "I have met Senior Brother An."
Daheng was established less than three thousand years ago. Compared with the surrounding dynasties, its strength and foundation were much inferior. Monk armies were stationed on the border all year round to prevent foreign monks from plundering the population.
An Yunguang bowed in return, his attitude lukewarm.
"Pei Yuanzhou, senior brother Pei."
Gu Xiao said: "Senior Brother Pei is a disciple of Senior Uncle Danxiazi. He does not serve in the imperial court. He usually devotes himself to cultivating in order to become a god."
"I've met Senior Brother Pei."
Zhou Yi said with a smile: "That day, I saw my senior brother fighting with the Dragon King. He was easily suppressed without any magic weapon. It was an eye-opener for my junior brother."
Pei Yuanzhou was dressed in black and had a cold expression on his face. Hearing this, his face showed surprise and he couldn't help but ask.
"Junior brother was present that day?"
Nascent Soul, which has not lived for hundreds of years, must be cautious when fighting, and explore hundreds of miles in all directions, so as not to hurt both sides and let others take advantage.
Zhou Yi said: "Junior brother is naturally timid and proficient in the art of concealment. Fortunately, he was able to hide his consciousness from his mind."
Wow!
There was an uproar in the palace. Pei Yuanzhou was famous in Daheng and claimed that he could become a god within a hundred years, but he actually let the new Yuanying hide it.
Strength has always been respected in the world of immortality, and the art of concealment is also a kind of strength. Pei and An, who were originally contemptuous, suddenly softened their attitudes, and Zhou Yi finally integrated into the circle.
Zhou Yi sat down and the banquet began.
During the banquet, most of the five Nascent Soul Dao Lords were talking, and the remaining Jindan monks were accompanying them, responsible for talking and exclaiming.
From talking about Daheng to Dongsheng Shenzhou, and then talking about several major religions, many secrets were told, which gave Zhou Yi an overall understanding of the entire world of immortality.
"There are dozens and hundreds of sects of the Twelve Returns of the Righteous Demonic Buddha to the Immortal Sect. However, there are only four major sects that have the method of ascension or have connections with the immortal world!"
"BuTian, JieTian, Demon Cult, Buddhism..."
When Zhou Yi heard this, he was confused and asked: "The ancestor of the Li family of Daheng has attained enlightenment and returned to the void. Does this count as a great religion?"
"Ha ha!"
Gu Xiao said with a smile: "Not to mention that Grand Ancestor Da Heng used heretical practices. Only one member of the clan has returned to the void, and there is no successor. How dare he call himself a great sect? If so, there are more than twelve great sects in Dongsheng Divine Continent!"
Zhou Yi nodded slightly and said curiously: "Junior brother has heard many times that Taizu Daheng took a shortcut, but he can't figure it out. Is there really a secret method for refining gods and returning to the void in the world?"
Gu Xiao and others looked at each other, and Jin Dan in the palace held his breath and concentrated.
"Originally not."
Pei Yuanzhou said slowly: "Returning to the Void Human Immortal is only one step away from ascension. It is the pinnacle of the immortal path in the mortal world. How can there be a shortcut?"
"Daiheng Taizu fought in the early years, and his foundation was damaged, and his path was cut off. However, a few years ago, he obtained the mysterious incense sealing technique from nowhere, and condensed the immeasurable power of incense and incense to become the True God of Returning to the Void!"
Zhou Yi was surprised and said: "The true god is not a human immortal?"
"The theory of true god is named by the founder of the religion, which means the god who condenses the power of incense and will!"
Pei Yuanzhou said: "In the eyes of the ancestors of the sect, Daheng is just a small place. If not, why would it bother to run it?"
Zhou Yi suddenly realized that what the Butian Sect wanted was not Qingyun Mountain, but the secret of incense becoming a god.
There are many talented and beautiful God-Transforming Heavenly Lords in the Butian Sect who have practiced hard until their life span is exhausted, but they still cannot break through the realm of returning to the void, and there is no hope of ascending to immortality.
Taizu Daheng, whose foundation was damaged, was able to use incense to become a true god. Even though his strength was not as good as that of a human being, he could still be said to have a magical method that reaches the heavens!
