Jietianjiao!
Zhou Yi recognized the person's identity. On the surface, he seemed to be in the realm of Yuanying, but he didn't know if he was hiding his cultivation level.
There are many old monsters in the world of immortality who pretend to be young!
"Could it be caused by Xiao Tian Jie Technique?"
The Butian Sect can detect the aura of martial arts, and the Jietian Sect, which is not much inferior in strength, must have similar secret techniques.
Zhou Yi frowned. If he talked about the magical powers inherited from Jiuzhou, the one he was most unwilling to give up was the Small Heaven-cutting Technique, which was a hundred times more important than the Jade Dew Jue, Tai Xuan Sutra, Black Witch Curse, etc.
Life is long, everything else can wait slowly, only the disaster of blood and light will fall from the sky at any time!
Xiao Jietian's ability to predict bad luck saved Zhou Yi from death several times!
At this time.
The old man who was in hot pursuit took out a yellow gourd, opened the stopper, bowed and saluted.
"Baby, give me a helping hand!"
Zhou Yi's spiritual consciousness shrouded the rear at any time. Seeing this scene, his expression suddenly changed, and he no longer hesitated to directly consume his life span, essence and blood.
brush!
Suddenly it skyrocketed, and the blood-colored rainbow stretched across the sky, disappearing within the scope of divine consciousness in an instant.
"Why does this junior brother care so little about his life?"
The old Taoist had a look of surprise on his face as he saw a half-real and half-real Golden Crow weapon flying out of the gourd. It landed at his feet and turned into a flying sword with wings. With the help of this, the escape speed was more than three or four times faster.
However, Zhou Yi had long since disappeared, so the old Taoist had no choice but to bow and salute again, asking the soul of the Golden Crow to fly back to the gourd.
The old Taoist took out the summons seal and reported the matter.
"Master, my disciple listened to Old Bald Donkey chanting sutras and met a wonderful man. He is a member of the Butian Sect, but he practices the art of cutting the sky..."
After a long time.
A message came back.
"This boy will be of great use in teaching!"
…
East China Sea.
a long distance away.
A ray of light fell down, and even if it dived into the water, it would no longer be alive.
The Book of Changes arranged hundreds of formations and restrictions, and subconsciously took out the fortune stick to predict bad luck. It has been a habit for thousands of years. Fortunately, he woke up in time and did not cast any spells.
"You can't use the Small Heaven-Jieting Technique for the time being, lest the Heaven-Jietsu Sect comes looking for you!"
"The old Taoist didn't catch up. It seems that it was Nascent Soul, not some old monster..."
Zhou Yi took turns to use other divination techniques, but they were much inferior to the small divination technique. The secrets obtained were extremely vague, and it was not certain whether the information was correct or wrong.
In the name of intercepting heavenly secrets, the Jietian Sect must also be proficient in countermeasures, using formations and secret techniques to distort the predictions of outsiders.
"Let's hide in the Kunlun Cave for a while, and then look at the situation in Dongsheng Shenzhou. There are really many big religions fighting in a melee. I'm a poor Taoist who can't live in seclusion. If he doesn't get involved in cause and effect, there will be no death disaster!"
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, and first summoned Gu Xiao, using the excuse of seclusion so as not to see anyone.
Then he refined a puppet, mixed it with the split soul and magical energy, and placed it on the seabed to pretend to practice, while the real body escaped into the cave to practice.
In Taoist temple.
Zhou Yi sat cross-legged and understood the void escape technique.
This method is different from ordinary escape techniques that pursue speed and weirdness. It uses a new method to travel through the void to avoid any formation restrictions.
In theory, after the escape method is completed, there will be no restrictions in the world that can trap it.
"How is this breaking through the void different from ascending to the fairy world? How do each world exist, overlap and run parallel to each other, or is it like a bubble?"
Zhou Yi's understanding of the world was influenced by his previous life. He had already heard about parallel worlds, subspaces, different worlds, heavens and worlds, etc. He was not as eager for the fairy world as other monks, thinking that it was a world of higher power.
To ordinary people, the world of cultivating immortals is not equivalent to the world of immortals.
According to the description of the Void Escape Technique, after breaking through the void, you will enter the confusing chaos. The strong wind is raging, and if you are not careful, your body will be shattered, your bones will be shattered, and your soul will be scattered.
Only with the help of the most precious body protection can one escape farther.
"This void should not be a different world, but more similar to subspace, similar to the broken storage bag and spirit beast bag. I wonder if the Xuanwu Divine Armor can withstand the void wind?"
Zhou Yi read through the entire text of "Dun Fa", which contained many insights on practice and came from his predecessors in the teaching.
This is the case for every Kung Fu article in the Butian Sect. After all, many of the disciples in the sect are just beginning to learn the art, and without a complete master's knowledge, simply giving out the Kung Fu will waste a lot of time in understanding.
one year later.
The bottom of the East China Sea.
Zhou Yi pinched the magic formula with his hand, and a series of spiritual lights fell in front of him.
Buzz!
The void shook and cracks opened.
A ray of spiritual consciousness tentatively entered the void, and suddenly the soul was in sharp pain, and the strong wind of the void blew through and crushed Zhou Yi's spiritual consciousness.
The Xuanwu Divine Armor was noisy, and the Taiqing Talisman hung above his head. Zhou Yi stepped on the Bodhi Wheel and drilled into the crack in the void. After a few breaths, a crack opened in the void hundreds of feet away, and a figure came out.
"It's done!"
Zhou Yi looked happy and looked down at the Xuanwu Divine Armor. There were dozens of cracks on it, which were slowly recovering.
"This escape method is really weird and evil. If you fail to control the distance, the enemy will be crushed by the strong wind before it even emerges from the void without taking action!"
The Xuanwu Divine Armor is derived from the remains of the Xuanwu Demon Saint. It is equivalent to the demon clan returning to the void state, and it cannot continue to withstand the void wind.
Ordinary Nascent Soul Taoist masters who practice void escape can only travel a dozen or twenty feet, barely able to withstand one or two strong winds and escape.
"That's not bad. The void is really so easy to pass through. So why should we learn formation restrictions?"
"By analogy, when ascending to the immortal world, I don't know whether I have to survive the strong wind and turbulence. If I need to fly an extremely long distance, the strength of the Void-Returning Immortal will be much more terrifying than expected!"
Zhou Yi thought about this and couldn't help but look solemn.
He was reluctant to part with the cultivation environment of Dongsheng Shenzhou, but he was also unwilling to take risks.
After a while.
Zhou Yi sighed.
"Is there any place in the world that is without danger? Even if you are drifting on the sea, there is no chance that the world will collapse and turn gray inexplicably. A poor person walks on thin ice, but he is not a timid person. He must be brave and diligent!"
"Crisis can happen at any time, just be careful!"
Zhou Yi took out the communication sword talisman, intending to ask about the incense and the conferring of gods, but after considering it for a moment, he put it away.
"It has been a year since Luo Han lectured on scriptures. The news of the canonization of gods will inevitably spread throughout the Dongsheng Divine Continent. I need to find out on my own first. I can't rely on the Butian Sect for all the news!"
Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times.
Moreover, the news about Butian Sect may not be true.
Their position is too lofty, they only consider the development of the world of immortality, they are too disconnected from the masses, and they are not down to earth!
What Zhou Yi wanted to see was whether the common people were affected by the incense and the gods, whether it was good or bad.
Counting with his fingers, he used Xiaoyan Divine Numbers, and faintly sensed a cause and effect on the shore of the East China Sea. After a moment's reflection, he knew the whole story. When he first entered Dongsheng Divine Continent, he met an old fisherman and was given a magic jade slip in exchange for showing him the way.
"In the blink of an eye, eighty years have passed, and I wonder if my husband is still alive?"
"Let's go and see how this cause and effect ends. If there are no risks, it might as well become a good story!"
Zhou Yi suddenly transformed from a white-haired old man into a middle-aged Taoist, walking towards the coast on the waves.
…
Paint the eastern foot of Mount Wu.
The small town at the foot of the mountain is called Kaoshan Town.
There are countless villages and towns in the world named after rivers and mountains, and most of them mean to rely on mountains, mountains, and water.
The town is small in area and has a population of tens of thousands.
It should have been noisy and lively at noon, but the street was actually empty, with only a few pedestrians here and there, looking anxious and walking in a hurry.
"What a strong aroma!"
Zhou Yi's eyes were shining brightly, and the sky above the town was as gray as smoke. It was the incense's wish that condensed and manifested.
According to the records of the incense concentration technique, red gold is the best for incense, followed by colorless, cyan, and gray is the worst. If it is black, it is not incense, but a curse.
"The gray willpower, the quality is worse than Linyang Land back then!"
"Although that guy suffered a lot for the people, he did a good job on the surface, and the power he gained was also blue and white."
Zhou Yi walked quickly and came to a house after thinking.
The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, the doors were closed and the doors were closed. When his spiritual consciousness swept through, he saw that a sacrificial ceremony was being held in the courtyard.
The way believers offer incense and make vows is generally to burn incense and pray. When fulfilling the vows, it will be more complicated, such as reciting scriptures. The most advanced way is to perform group sacrifices according to the rules of the mountain god Hebo.
The incense and incense offered in sacrifices are large in quantity and of high quality.
However, it is voluntary to hold sacrifices. Except for some special festivals, very few people are willing to spend money and time to hold sacrifices to worship the gods!
Winter winter winter!
Zhou Yi pulled the door knocker, and after a moment the door opened a crack, revealing a seven or eight-year-old child.
"Who are you looking for?"
His voice was childish, perhaps because he had just cried, and there was a slight sob in his voice.
"Pindao...Sun Xing!"
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "When I discussed Taoism with your ancestors in the East China Sea, I left a jade slip. Today, on a whim, I came to visit you."
"On Taoism? Jade slips?"
The child was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand, turned around and ran to the courtyard and shouted: "Father, mother, grandpa, someone is looking for great grandpa again!"
"Grandpa?"
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly. Eighty years have passed, and the common people have experienced three or four generations.
The separation between immortals and mortals is more than just strength!
soon.
An old man opened the door, followed by his children and grandchildren, and bowed and saluted.
"Meet the immortal master, junior Wu Qiong. My father failed to build the foundation and has been dead for thirty-three years."
"It's a pity."
When Zhou Yi came, he felt something in his heart and couldn't help but sigh. The old man was open-minded by nature. Even if he was successful in practice, he was still willing to fish for a living. His mind was smarter than many foundation-building and golden elixirs.
However, the path to immortality is difficult, and it does not mean you can go far if you have a good character!
"Master Immortal please."
Wu Qiong led the way, and when he entered the courtyard, he was the first to see an altar, built with green bricks two or three feet high.
On the altar stands a statue of a dragon with a body and a bird's head, which is more than six feet tall and is actually carved with spiritual jade. In front of the altar are jade bis, furry beasts, and six bowls of glutinous rice.
Zhou Yi asked curiously: "Is this the Qiwu Mountain God?"
"Exactly."
A strange color flashed in Wu Qiong's eyes, and he saluted the statue respectfully and said, "The mountain god has protected us for hundreds of years. My father's practice was also taught by the mountain god, so he built a statue and altar in the courtyard."
"It's more than that."
Zhou Yi changed his voice and said: "Everyone in this town builds altars. Could it be that their ancestors also had to pass on the Dharma from the mountain gods?"
"this……"
Wu Qiong looked torn, not wanting to deceive his father about his past, but also not daring to speak ill of the mountain god.
"Are you performing a sacrificial ceremony?"
Zhou Yi waved his hand, took out the incense and wish power from the statue, and cast a spell to condense it into a gray bead.
Theoretically speaking, when the people spontaneously held sacrifices, they would at least have blue and white vows. However, this gray color contained an unknown amount of resentment.
Wu Qiong looked bitter and didn't know how to explain it.
At this time, the little grandsons behind him all muttered: "The mountain god wants to collect taxes, and my family can't raise them. Grandpa said we should kowtow more."
Zhou Yi wondered: "This statue is made of spiritual jade. Although the quality is not high, it will take more than a few lifetimes to exchange it for gold and silver. How can it not be able to pay taxes?"
"Immortal master, you don't pay gold and silver, but incense tax..."
Wu Qiong struggled for a long time and said with a grimace: "Every household has to pay the full amount of incense and vows. The old man's whole family offers incense and chants scriptures in the morning and evening. However, he is not sincere and the amount is too different, so we can only hold sacrifices."
"And this tax!"
Zhou Yi raised his head and looked at the Bird-headed Mountain God, and he had a clear understanding in his heart, which was probably related to the incense conferring the god.
"How long has this incense been taxed?"
"Half a year."
Just as Wu Qiong was about to speak, a ray of light fell in the courtyard, turning into a man wearing bird feathers on his head and feathers on his body.
The bird-haired man shouted: "Old man Wu, have you got enough incense? If you don't pay attention today, the mountain god will be angry, and everyone in the town will suffer!"
Wu Qiong repeatedly bowed and prayed: "Master, my family is holding a sacrifice. If you kneel down and pray for three days and three nights, you will definitely get enough incense."
"Three days then."
The bird-haired man looked at the statue, a look of greed flashed in his eyes, and said coldly: "If you can't get it together by then, you won't be qualified to worship the mountain god. This statue must be taken away!"
Wu Qiong did not dare to refute and could only keep praying.
The Wu family was originally just a poor fisherman. After receiving the blessings of the mountain god's teaching of Dharma, he became a cultivator of immortality. Even if he failed to build the foundation in the end, he completely changed the fate of the family and became a famous and wealthy family in the town.
Because of this, the Wu family respects Qiwu Mountain God from the bottom of their hearts and makes incense in the morning and evening when the incense tax is not collected.
It is a pity that Wu Qiong and his descendants have no spiritual roots and have only practiced mortal martial arts. The spiritual objects left by their ancestors will inevitably attract people to covet them.
Over the past thirty years, I have been cautious and kind to others, and my father's close friends have taken care of me, so I have lived a peaceful life.
Until Qi Wu Mountain God began to collect incense taxes and sent his monks to guard every village, town and city. The bird-feathered man was assigned to the backing town, and soon he set his sights on the relics of the ancestors of the Wu family.
So no matter how Wu Qiong worships the mountain god, the incense and willpower he gathers are not enough to pay taxes!
"Don't delay any longer. I'll come back in three days!"
After achieving his goal, the bird-haired man discovered that there was a stranger in the courtyard and asked, "Who is this?"
Wu Qiong explained: "This senior was my father's best friend during his lifetime and came to pay homage."
The bird-haired man scanned his mind and found that he was just practicing Qi. He rolled his eyes and his face became gloomy: "Where does this wild Taoist priest come from? Does he have a token of the mountain god? If not, just follow me to the Yamen!"
Wu Qiong's expression changed slightly, and he quickly prayed: "Master, I am here as a guest. According to the rules, you don't need to..."
"What's wrong with the rules?"
The bird-haired man yelled and cursed: "In this mountain town, I am the rule. From now on, anyone who does not have a mountain god certificate is an evil heretic and should be punished!"
"I have been practicing cultivation for hundreds of years, but I have never seen such an arrogant person."
Zhou Yi looked at the bird-haired man up and down, and sneered: "Such a low-minded person can actually successfully build the foundation. I don't know if it's because the Wish Power Pearl is mysterious or because the heaven is unfair!"
"Hundreds of years? Hiss!"
The bird-feathered man was startled for a moment, and the feathers on his body transformed into two wings, soaring into the air and flying towards Mount Qiwu.
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
"return."
After Zhou Yi finished speaking, the bird-haired man felt the invisible material hand forcefully pulling him back to the yard.
"Senior, please forgive me, I am the mountain god..."
Before the bird-haired man could finish his words, his soul was forcibly pulled out of his body, and his memories of his life turned into countless scenes. He watched his soul shatter inch by inch, which was a hundred times more painful than Lingchi's torture.
Zhou Yi waved his hand and collected the remaining souls into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
"If you have no background and no backing, then even a poor guy like this Qi Wu Mountain can do it!"
