Qingyun Temple.
Yongxuan Hall.
Han Zhao was sitting cross-legged, running his skills to refine the elixir, when suddenly an old voice came to his ears.
"Disciple, come here. I have something to explain to my master."
Han Zhao did not dare to delay, so he immediately turned into a flying light and flew to Yongsheng Palace.
I saw the master sitting on the altar, with his beard and hair hanging on the ground, and his breath was dying. Countless forbidden spiritual lights were like chains, sealing the soul and body within three feet, delaying the disappearance of life span.
An ox sat cross-legged on the right side of the altar, its eyes dark and sad.
Han Zhao bowed and saluted: "Greetings to Master, and respect to Uncle Niu."
"My good disciple, my master's life is about to expire. I called you here to explain my funeral arrangements!"
Zhou Yi's voice was low and hoarse: "When I was dying, I sacrificed my life to condense my soul and fight for any chance. After the failure, my soul flew away. You can build a tomb for my teacher on the mountain."
"There will be many people coming to worship at that time. If you can seize the opportunity, you may be able to condense your baby into a god!"
Han Zhao had tears in his eyes: "Disciple does not seek the path, but only wishes the master to live long."
"Is there any immortal person in the world?"
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "I have lived for my master for a thousand years, which is already more than 99% of the people in the world. When I was young, I traveled all over the world of immortals. The great pontiff has impressed everyone in the world, and I will have no regrets even if I die!"
Han Zhao didn't know why, so he went up to Qingyun Mountain with the cattle when he was three years old, and didn't go down the mountain for more than a hundred years.
He chants sutras and practices Qi every day without knowing the origin of his master.
"Master, I often hear you say that the Heavenly Court, which governs Dongsheng Divine Continent, may have a more mysterious way to extend life."
"Heaven"
Zhou Yi sighed and said: "You will know in the future. Today I will pass on the Immortal Book and the Qingyun Golden Book to you. From now on, you will be the second generation Lord of Qingyun."
Han Zhao bowed and took the immortal book and golden book: "Master, don't worry, this disciple will definitely carry forward the Qingyun inheritance."
"Everything happens."
Zhou Yi waved his hand, and Han Zhao knelt down, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, and slowly exited the hall.
The palace door is closed.
Huang Niu's tears rolled back, he blinked, and asked if Zhou Yi's acting was good.
"Niu'er is so honest and honest, but he has also learned to deceive others and act."
Zhou Yi gave a teasing laugh and said: "Pindao went to the East China Sea to hide until the three immortals of Xiaoyunzi ascended. Niu'er, you will cultivate in Qingyun Mountain. If something happens, remember to leave early!"
The Yellow Bull Demon God is quite famous in Heaven.
Instead of hiding in the dark and making the Heavenly Court suspicious, it is better to play the role of a loyal mount guarding the old master's family and play the role to the fullest.
Moo!
Huang Niu expressed his understanding and would protect the Taoism of Qingyun Mountain. If there was a break in the lineage, he would go to the mortal world to find a person with spiritual roots to inherit the immortal book.
"That's very good."
Zhou Yi's eyes were faint, looking towards the direction of heaven.
"Pindao will return to Qingyun Mountain sooner or later and become a Heavenly Master again. I don't want to prove anything, I just want to get back what I lost!"
In this world, no one has ever been in debt to Zhou Yi.
Even if millions of years have passed, the world has grown old, the sea has dried up and the rocks have rotted, Zhou Yi will still come to ask for it one by one.
Moo!
Yellow Ox barked, worried that Heaven would suspect Zhou Yi of faking his death. Zhou Yi stroked the horns gently and said.
"Perhaps there will be doubts at first, but after Pindao has disappeared for hundreds of years and has far exceeded the life limit of Nascent Soul, no one will doubt it anymore!"
A few months later.
A terrifying thunder calamity erupted in Qingyun Mountain, and the clouds were sealed for thousands of miles. However, only three thunderbolts fell, and the calamity clouds dispersed on their own.
Failed to overcome the tribulation!
The monks who were secretly paying attention to Qingyun Mountain breathed a sigh of relief.
If that heavenly master really gets the chance and transforms into a fish like a dragon, there will definitely be another dispute.
Heaven has ruled the world for nearly seven hundred years, and there have been more than a dozen heavenly kings who have broken through and returned to the void with the help of incense. The fortune of Dongsheng Shenzhou is increasing day by day, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the world of immortality will usher in an unprecedented prosperous age.
People are determined that no matter Zhou Yi's friends or opponents, they don't want turmoil.
The Heavenly Court did not pursue the Celestial Master's real death and fake death, and assumed that he was already dead.
If Zhou Yi appears again, no matter how it is proved, he is a fake. He dares to impersonate the first generation of heavenly masters. It is really treason. The heavenly court will definitely beat this person to death!
Emperor Tianli year 693.
The first generation of heavenly masters died at the end of their lives.
The Emperor of Heaven burst into tears upon hearing this and ordered the flags in heaven to be flown at half-mast to express his condolences.
At the same time, the Tianshi Palace was sealed to show the merits of the Tianshi so that no one can compare with him in the future.
Cut off the heaven and earth.
The news of Zhou Yi's death did not cause much disturbance.
Some new disciples inquired from the elders in the sect while chatting and learned about the glorious experiences of the Heavenly Master.
A few sighs, that's all.
The tide of the times is surging, and the world of immortality is changing with each passing day. Everyone is busy running official jobs, and there is no time to care about a dead person from the old era.
Tianji Palace.
Tianjizi has been shut up for more than half a year, with hundreds of divination tools placed in front of him.
Compasses, lottery tubes, brocade bags, tortoise shells, etc., are at least top-grade magic weapons, and there is even a divination spiritual treasure from the Jietian Sect at the bottom of the box.
"Why did he die?"
Tianjizi murmured to himself that no matter how he predicted it, Zhou Yi would die from the thunder disaster.
I tried to check the reincarnation of the Book of Changes with the Seven Admonitions of Jie Tian, but I spent a hundred years of my life and only got a heavenly feedback with profound karma.
"That overwhelming karma can't be washed away in several lifetimes, so why do we still have to settle the consequences?"
Tian Jizi sighed helplessly: "This time I will pay a lot of money. I have thrown away the Sun Covering Robe and the Nine Heavens Mysterious Shuttle for nothing. If those two old guys know about it, wouldn't they become the laughingstock of the world?"
"Those two spiritual treasures are in Qingyun Mountain. Do you want to steal them back?"
Tianjizi has always had a shameless temper, and he is very familiar with tricks such as deception, abduction, and theft.
After thinking for a long time, he shook his head slightly.
"That's all. If you want to steal, you will also steal from immortals. How can you bully the younger generation without shame, just two spiritual treasures?"
Tianjizi held his chest to suppress his heartache, wondering where to find his place, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
"After ascending to the Immortal Realm, Pindao carefully told Tieguanxian what those two guys did. With the couple's fierce playing skills, there will definitely be a good show!"
"Hey hey hey..."
When Tianjizi thought about this, he couldn't help but laugh strangely, and in a blink of an eye he forgot about Lingbao.
East China Sea.
Hundreds of thousands of miles away, there is an unknown island.
There are hundreds of formations arranged on the island, which are not used for attack or defense. They are all used to block the heavenly secrets.
The center of the formation.
A black and red heart as big as a human head broke into pieces, flashed with dazzling spiritual light, and slowly transformed into a human form more than two feet tall.
"Chief Immortal, you are finally alive."
The ginseng doll happily circled around the little man, looking at the fairy's pink appearance and always wanting to touch its head.
"Even after several experiments, I still feel that this mind-centered curse is very strange. The witchcraft and the magic of immortality are completely different. I don't know if there is a complete inheritance today!"
Zhou Yi looked down at his palm, which was as tender as a baby, with only 10% of the mana left in his body.
The size of the alien heart made by the distraction curse is related to the amount of energy and spirit condensed in the body after death.
"I don't know if Pindao faked his death and hid it from the immortals. Zhouyi is not very sure about this, especially since Tianjizi is good at divination. The Black-Hearted Demon Lord died in the Jietian Sect back then."
"But it doesn't matter if you calculate it. There is a high probability that you won't care. Even if Xiaoyunzi comes to kill you, Pindao will still be distracted in the southwest, southwest and north of Dongsheng Shenzhou."
"Even if he is resurrected in the Divine Continent and cannot escape and continues to be hunted, Pindao will have a backup plan deep in the East China Sea. At most, he will only lose a few percent of his mana!"
Three hundred years ago, scalpers took the Kunlun Cave and flew eastward for a hundred years.
The flight speed of the innate demon god was several times faster than when it left Jiuzhou, and then it was thrown into the Kunlun Cave to the bottom of the sea.
There is a heterogeneous heart in the cave. After Zhou Yi was resurrected, he continued to run away. Even human immortals did not dare to chase him in the Jueling Sea. There was a risk of death.
"Everything else is foreign. As long as the Taoist Fruit of Immortality is there, Pindao will be invincible!"
Zhou Yi swayed and transformed into a young Taoist. He took out a mountain of spiritual stones from his storage bag and began to practice on the island.
If the three Immortals do not ascend, Zhou Yi would rather fall in his realm than retrieve the Kunlun Cave.
That is the last life insurance!
Qingyun Mountain.
Han Zhao followed his master's instructions and built the tomb.
The tomb is located in the best geomantic place in Qingyun Mountain, and the inscription reads "Tomb of the Heavenly Master".
The first seven days have just passed.
Han Zhao came to burn paper in front of the tomb. He saw a figure standing in the distance, wearing a crimson official robe. He quickly went over and bowed to salute.
"Meet the gods!"
"No need to be polite."
Gu Dao said: "You can call me Uncle Master."
"Uncle Master?"
Han Zhao looked puzzled and asked: "The god is also a monk of the Qingyun Mountain lineage? Why have I never heard of the master?"
"well"
Gu Dao sighed: "It seems that your master was filled with resentment before he died, otherwise he would not have concealed his identity from you."
Han Zhao's eyes became more and more confused. After he went up the mountain at the age of three, he chanted sutras and practiced every day. He never went down the mountain to travel to the world of immortality, and he didn't know the specific meaning of the Lord of Qingyun and the Celestial Master.
"Your master is the first disciple of the three religions, the master of heaven!"
Gu Dao recalled for a long time and said: "When Pindao met his senior brother, it was eight or nine hundred years ago. At that time, he had just condensed the Nascent Soul and was a casual cultivator without even a sect."
The mountain wind howled, making the Taoist robes rustle.
Gudao stood in front of the ordinary tomb and slowly told Han Zhao about the past, no matter the big or small things.
"Your master has a laid-back temperament and has never thought of doing anything big. He is the leader of the three religions, canonized gods, and even the position of Heavenly Master was forced upon him by others!"
"Senior brother's favorite place to go is Feixian Pavilion. I talk about mysteries with the female cultivators there. I have the only 10% off Supreme Card since the establishment of Feixian Pavilion!"
Gu Xiao murmured to himself: "Others say that my senior brother is smooth-tongued and flattering, but in fact he has a true temperament. Otherwise, how could he give up the position of Emperor of Heaven?"
hiss! hiss! hiss...
Han Zhao no longer knew how many breaths of air-conditioning he had taken, but when he looked at his master's small grave, he suddenly felt unreal. The existence of so many worlds and latitudes, the result is a three-foot lonely grave? "Uncle Master, do you want to build a new graveyard for Master?"
"Need not."
Gudao said: "That's good. If you really cultivate well and your reputation spreads, not to mention what the Emperor of Heaven thinks today, it will also attract a lot of comments from idle people!"
Han Zhao nodded and said: "Uncle Niu and I are the only ones on Qingyun Mountain, and we will never let anyone disturb the master's purity."
Gu Xiao asked in surprise: "The Yellow Ox is still in Qingyun Mountain?"
Han Zhao said: "Of course, Master entrusted Master Niu to protect the inheritance of Qingyun Mountain's Taoism before his death."
"Scalper is really a loyal person. It's not worth it for my senior brother to spend a huge price to bring it back from reincarnation."
Gu Dao said: "Don't tell others about Pindao's sacrifice to Mo, so as not to cause trouble. If something happens in the future, you can go to heaven with a gold book. Pindao is the current minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs!"
"Thank you, uncle."
Han Zhao bowed and saluted. He was still confused about his master's past.
Not long after leaving the ancient road, another figure appeared.
Bai Suixin looked at Han Zhao who was burning paper and asked, "Are you the descendant of senior brother?"
"It's the junior."
Han Zhao's mood has gradually calmed down: "Master uncle is also here to pay homage to the master?"
"also?"
Bai Suixin raised his brows, clapped his fingers, and said in a cold voice: "I was busy executing an evil dragon just now, but the bastard from the Butian Sect got the first step. Don't let that guy fool you, he's not a good person. !”
Han Zhao said: "Juniors, please remember Master Jiaohai."
Bai Suixin took out the yellow paper and burned it in front of the grave. He talked a lot and said to Han Zhao before leaving.
"If something happens in the future, go directly to the Tianlao to find me. With the friendship of Senior Brother, you can save your life even if you commit a heinous crime!"
"Thank you, uncle."
Just as Han Zhao sent Bai Suixin away, another figure appeared in front of the grave...
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The words are divided into two parts.
There is an unknown barren mountain on the coast of the East China Sea.
There are large groups of apes on the mountain, and the people nearby call it Monkey Mountain.
This day.
An ape held gravel and returned to the camp where the group was, and heard a squeaking sound in the distance.
Continuous and chaotic.
The ape barked a few times, jumped through the jungle, passed through hundreds of monkeys, and came to the monkey nest he built.
Put gravel into the nest and build it into a bird's nest shape.
Squeak!
When the ape heard the call of his half-brother, he ignored the need to build another nest and jumped over to play in response to the call.
Night falls.
The monkeys each went back to their homes, and the ape lay in his nest and slept.
He began to dream hazily. In his dream, the ape saw an endless sea of blood, slowly submerging himself, unable to struggle or resist.
Outside of dreams.
The ape's body slowly changed, first turning into a ball of red blood, and then slowly hardening into a red stone.
It was the size of a pillow and oval, like a giant red egg.
The change process was silent and did not disturb the other apes. It was not until dawn, when the jungle returned to liveliness from silence, that any ape discovered that the tribesman was missing.
Squeak!
A series of shouts woke up more apes.
Under the command of the ape chief, the monkeys searched the entire mountain but found no missing members of the tribe.
The ape didn't know much about his wisdom, so he thought that the clansman had let tigers, leopards or monsters steal it. He was sad for half an hour, and then started to wander happily in the forest again.
An ape discovered a red stone egg and thought the color was beautiful. He picked it up and presented it to the clan leader.
The ape clan leader liked it very much and kept it in the treasure house of the tree hole. He would take it out to play with and watch from time to time.
A few days later.
Another ape offered a strange stone, so the clan leader forgot about the red stone eggs and piled them up with the messy debris in the tree hole. Time is like water, sun and moon are like shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed, and the apes have changed several clan leaders, and even the clan's treasure house has changed its boundaries, completely forgetting the red stone eggs.
Winter is coming.
A black bear opened a tree hole and prepared to build it into a hibernation nest. Suddenly, he saw a red light that flickered on and off...
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