"Year 1730 in the Emperor's Calendar.
In the year of Renyin, it is the month of Gengxu and the day of Xinyou.
Three years of practice is equivalent to thirty years of retreat in the past. It feels so wonderful to be a genius. In the past, I was a god of learning. I could get perfect scores by napping and playing games every day.
The days of seclusion were too boring, so I took out the yellowed book and started writing a diary again.
From the time I wrote my first diary at the age of 20 in the 39th year of Chongming to the age of 8421 now, how much friction have I experienced...
From Oiran to No. 8, from Chunfeng Tower to Yihong Courtyard, I recall countless faces.
People who cultivate immortality have a photographic memory, and there are too many memories stored in their souls. Recalling the distant past and lost friends is like looking at flowers in the mist, like looking at the moon in the water, and walking alone on the road is also a kind of pain.
Feeling sad, in order to prevent inner demons from arising, I went down the mountain to celebrate. "
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Half a month passed.
Zhou Yi returned to Xuanyuanzong and opened the diary.
“When you are in a good mood and have clear thoughts, people should not live in the past.
I found a problem when I read the last entry in my diary. The sentences were stilted, and it didn’t look like I was writing from my heart...
Well, it’s not what I’m saying now!
It is only really good to celebrate. The path of spiritual practice should be relaxed and relaxed. "
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After Zhou Yi came out of seclusion, he walked around and found that Xuanyuan Sect had many new disciples.
He summoned Jingyi, who was the sect leader at the time. He was a rare female leader, graceful and graceful, and her cultivation base had been fully established.
"Reporting to my uncle, I have accepted a batch of disciples in the past few years, and they are among the most famous ones."
"Is Pindao a generation older?"
Zhou Yi shrugged helplessly. Below the Jing character generation is the Tong character generation, and below that is the Ming character generation.
Most of the disciples of the Qing generation who were recruited back then have already passed away, and only one has been promoted to Jindan and is ranked as the Supreme Elder.
Jingyi has charming eyebrows and enchanting posture, and her voice has a slight tremor: "Master-uncle——"
"My disciple has doubts about his practice and his meridians are blocked. Can you give me some advice?"
"I have something to do. I need to go to Huaining Mansion to ask the City God."
Zhou Yi has so much experience, and there are more female cultivators in the aisle than Jingyi has ever seen. How could he not know her purpose, reject her decisively, and then turn into a light and leave.
In front of the younger generation, Zhou Yi always maintains the appearance of a gentleman and must never teach bad children!
"Year 1760 in the Emperor's Calendar.
As soon as I open my eyes and close them, thirty years pass.
It is often said that monks with advanced realms are becoming more and more indifferent to human nature, and their speech and behavior are becoming more like immortals and distant people. In fact, it has a lot to do with seclusion and cultivation.
After retreating from seclusion, a generation of people have been born, aged, sick and died in the world. It is difficult not to be indifferent to such a gap.
In order to maintain his humanity, Pindao went down the mountain to celebrate.
By the way, I would like to note: It is easy to refine a Pure Yang Nascent Soul, and now the probability of transforming into a god is as high as 80%, as long as you are born with good feet!
Remember again: The head of Xuan Yuan Sect has practiced magic and charisma, keep observing! "
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Just after celebrating one year, Zhou Yi hurried back to the mountain.
The head of Xuanyuan Sect went crazy and died violently!
The election of the new head requires the approval of the four Jindan Taishang, and then reports to Xuan Yu for decision.
Zhou Yi inquired and learned that the so-called sudden death was just an excuse. It turned out that Jingyi's collusion with Mo Xiu was exposed, and the third elder beat her to death on the spot to avoid involving the sect.
The new leader is a disciple of Tongzi generation, Zhenren Tongxuan.
The second Tianlinggen disciple in the sect, his successor has already been decided without any objection.
Now Xuan Yuan Sect is developing rapidly, and there may be competition for power. Under Xuan Yu's absolute power, the whole group is generally harmonious.
Zhou Yi didn't care how Jingyi died, nor did he care that Tongxuan became the leader. He went back to the mountain to make a hand-raising tool, and then practiced magic in seclusion.
"Year 1762 in the Emperor's Calendar.
After practicing for a year, the magic power has been perfected and there is no progress. It is time to look for spiritual objects to assist in the transformation of gods.
I went to the Chenghuang Temple to inquire about Xuan Yu, and learned that the price of the gods-transforming objects was astronomical. Not only did the heavens occupy all the natural spiritual objects, but the gods-transforming kings could also directly obtain the divine status.
It feels like shooting yourself in the foot!
After much thought, he decided to summon the scalper and ask for two pieces directly from him.
Some people use their ancestors as their backers, and some people use their masters as their backers. What’s wrong with me using my mount as my backer? "
…
"Year 1763 in the Emperor's Calendar.
Huang Niu was very efficient in his work. He went to the Heavenly Treasure House to get the top-quality spiritual objects of Wanzai Kongqing and Qianhuan Xianzhi.
After more than 8,000 years of raising cattle, I finally saw the grass turning back!
It’s time to celebrate! "
…
Zhou Yi wasted another two years, left Chunfeng Tower with a face of shame, and returned to the mountain to write a diary to clarify his ambitions.
"Year 1765 in the Emperor's Calendar.
Old Zhou, Old Zhou, you can't continue to degenerate.
If you can't cultivate magic power, you can practice escape techniques, you can recite Taoist scriptures... but you can't celebrate anymore! "
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"The year of the Emperor of Heaven is 1767. The taste of oiran is really good!"
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"Year 1770 in the Emperor's Calendar.
While traveling in Huaining Mansion, I accidentally discovered a secret society, which was actually formed by the remaining disciples of Feixian Pavilion.
I took out the Supreme Discount Card, but the other party refused to admit it and beat me out. He must not be an orthodox descendant of Feixian Pavilion.
Immediately report to Xuan Yu, there is a monk who is cheating! "
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"Year 1771 in the Emperor's Calendar.
The Chenghuang Temple sent a fake Feixian Pavilion, and ended up confessing me.
I was careless and forgot to cast a spell to seal the memory of the female cultivator!
Xuan Yu ordered me to retreat into seclusion and cultivate. If I don’t become a Nascent Soul, I am prohibited from going down the mountain. Since I am playing the role of a golden elixir monk, I will go back obediently..."
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"In the year 1772 of the Emperor's Calendar, I have developed a magical power. It's time to celebrate."
"In the year 1773 of the Emperor's Calendar, I perfected an escape technique. It's time to celebrate."
"Year 1774 in the Emperor's Calendar..."
"Year 1775 in the Emperor's Calendar.
The most precious thing for a person is life. When recalling the past, one should not feel regret for wasting one's life, nor should one be ashamed of repeated inaction. When one is about to die...
Hey, I won’t die, so why bother fighting?
The Tao and Fruit of Immortality have misled me! (cross out)"
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"Year 1778 in the Emperor's Calendar.
Today marks the 3000th anniversary of the founding of Xuanyuan Sect, and the sect celebration is held.
What is there to celebrate in such a short history? The Supreme Elder must be present. We just spent huge sums of money to select the courtesan. The celebration lasted for half a month. All the money was wasted! "
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noon.
The sun is blazing.
The main hall of Xuanyuan Sect.
Zhou Yi sat at the head, with two Jindan Zhenjun on the left and right.
More than a thousand disciples below, neatly sorted according to seniority, cultivation level, and age, paid homage to the Supreme Elder amidst the sound of jade chimes being struck.
Many disciples saw Zhou Yi for the first time and were unfamiliar with this ancestor who saw the dragon but never saw its end. The only understanding they had was the words of praise recorded in the sect's classics.
Such as being extremely talented, keeping a low profile, acting cautiously, and turning the tide before it falls...
Zhou Yi was wearing a sky-high jade crown and a big purple Taoist robe. He was sitting upright, his eyes sweeping over the disciples who were kowtowing and kneeling, and he couldn't help but think of some past events.
Looking up at Jiuzhou, I wonder if my old friend is well?
"Get up."
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "When Pindao first entered the sect, there were only five masters and apprentices, and he was so poor that he didn't even have the formation to protect the sect. Later, the first senior brother and the second senior brother passed away one after another, and only the big cat was left. Two or three kittens.”
"Four or five hundred years have passed, and seeing such a grand scene really makes me feel happy!"
Hearing this, the disciples in the hall looked at Zhou Yi with admiration. It can be said that their ability to step into the path of immortality was all due to the strength of Xuanyuan Sect.
Heavenly law is strict and private teaching of Taoism is prohibited.
The common people were lucky enough to get spiritual roots, and they didn't know which way the courtyard door opened. Fortunately, Xuanyuan Sect took the initiative to go down the mountain to recruit disciples, otherwise they would just be a mortal living in ignorance, growing old, sick and dying.
First practice the exercises to increase your memory, and then go back to study in a Taoist academy. This is a hundred times more advantageous than ordinary people who study hard.
After obtaining the Immortal Certificate, you will become a serious monk and you can slowly wait in line to fill the vacancy of the divine position.
Of course, Xuanyuan Sect would not dare to send all its disciples to the Taoist Academy, as that would be a disgrace to Heaven. Only the most talented disciples would have the chance to obtain the Immortal Certificate.
The newly promoted Jindan, the head of the sect, Tongxuan Zhenjun said.
"Master, I have carved your achievements into a stone tablet and erected it at the mountain gate. Disciples can clearly see it when they pass by. In the future, another statue will be erected outside Xuanyuan Hall to enjoy the incense offered by the disciples!"
Zhou Yi took a deep look at Tong Xuan and nodded slightly.
"You are very good! When you joined the sect, I was inspired by it and specially gave you the title of Xuanzi. Now it seems that the Xuanyuan Sect will prosper if I leave it in your hands!"
"I will definitely live up to Master's expectations."
Tongxuan's face was filled with joy. He calculated that Zhou Yi's longevity would not be long, and he would definitely like books, biographies, inscriptions, statues and other things to leave traces in the world and prove that he had been there.
The celebration continued with ancestor worship, chanting and feasting.
After that comes the most important part, the sect competition.
After the fall of the Xuanyuan Sect, the disciple competition was canceled and held again after a thousand years. The prizes included foundation-building pills, top-level magic weapons, and high-quality spiritual objects, which were extremely generous.
Zhou Yi and others were sitting in the clouds, watching the disciples fighting in the ring below, and praising them from time to time.
Five days passed in the blink of an eye.
Most of the disciples were eliminated in the early and middle stages of Qi refining, and the fighting techniques became more sophisticated and interesting.
On the stage, a young man in the middle stage of Qi refining opened his mouth and spit out a strange flying sword. It was the size of a palm and as transparent as water. It flew silently and was difficult to detect among the lightning techniques.
The opponent was a young man in the late stage of Qi refining. He cast a spell to block the thunder, and he thought he was sure of victory. As a result, he accidentally let the strange flying sword pierce the protective aura, leaving a bloody mark on his neck.
The referee in the foundation period immediately announced: "Yang Jin, wins!"
Heaven.
Zhou Yi, who witnessed this fight, was surprised.
"This flying sword..."
He immediately counted with his fingers and found out that he was indeed an old friend. Back then, his junior brother Xuan Li had no hope of building a foundation and went down the mountain to marry a wife and have children.
Zhou Yi refined an imitation invisible sword and made a nearly transparent flying sword, which he gave to his junior brother for protection. After four hundred years, he actually met the descendants of Xuan Li.
Tongxuan was good at observing words and expressions, and asked: "Master, is there a relationship with Yang Jin?"
"But there is some connection."
Zhou Yi briefly talked about Xuan Li's experience, saying: "After my senior sister cultivated the golden elixir, she once went down the mountain to look for her younger brother. She never thought that she would leave the building empty. I don't know where she moved to live. It's a pity!"
"It turns out that he is the descendant of the young master."
When Tongxuan heard about Xuan Yu, he immediately said solemnly: "Master, don't worry, the sect has decided to teach Yang Jin well, and there will never be a shortage of spiritual objects. We can't guarantee that the pill will be formed, but at least we can build the foundation safely!"
The other three True Lords all claimed that Xuan Yu was the great supporter of Xuanyuan Sect and the foundation of its prosperity, and everything related to her must be properly arranged.
Zhou Yi nodded with satisfaction. When Xuan Li came down from the mountain, he asked Zhou Yi to take care of his descendants, and now he has lived up to his trust.
Professional Tuogu, the quality has been consistent for 8,000 years!
Tongxuan said: "Master, you don't have any descendants to inherit your mantle now, why not accept Yang Jin as your disciple?"
Zhou Yi was suddenly shocked. He repeatedly calculated Yang Jin's origins and determined that he was innocent and unremarkable, so he immediately refused.
"No need, I am not good at teaching my disciples."
It's okay to take care of and teach Yang Jin, but forget about accepting disciples.
Zhou Yi always feels that his scalp is numb now. He must be carrying too much karma. If he adds a few more strokes, he might be struck by lightning every day!
Half a month later.
The sect competition is over.
Zhou Yi personally awarded rewards to the top ten, congratulating and encouraging them one by one.
The disciple had never seen such an amiable Supreme Elder. He was so excited that he couldn't help himself. When he heard the words "Practice well and protect the sect", he wanted to immediately carry the flying sword and fight the demons.
Seeing this, Zhou Yi was filled with emotion.
"The monks in Dongsheng Shenzhou have much purer thoughts than those in Jiuzhou!"
The celebration is over.
Zhou Yi was preparing to practice in seclusion when he received a message from Tongxuan. He drove the light to the Xuanyuan Hall and found that the other three golden elixir masters were also there, but their faces were a little gloomy.
"Master, I invite you here to decide a matter."
Tongxuan said: "There are already five Jindan in the sect, and there will be more in the future. It is time to restore the ancestral system, change Jindan to the elder, and Nascent Soul Daojun to be the Supreme."
"That makes sense."
Zhou Yi immediately understood why the three golden elixirs looked worried.
Theoretically, the Taishang Elder's status is higher than that of the head. Even if Tongxuan is promoted to Jindan, he can still maintain the same level.
The elders are lower than the head and are directly assigned by Tongxuan.
Moreover, the Supreme Elder does not have to do anything. He only takes the sect's offerings and concentrates on practicing. After he retires as an elder, he will be in charge of various temples and be responsible for criminal law, alchemy, lectures and other matters.
It's like saying that your status has been reduced and you still have to deal with chores. How can you look good?
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and then said: "I agree in principle with this matter. In the future, the number of golden elixirs will increase, and the sect will not be able to support so many princes. However, I still need to ask my senior sister whether to implement it."
Tongxuan's eyes flashed with joy, he took out the "Yu" token from his sleeve and said, "Master Xuanyu has agreed to restore the ancestral system. Do you brothers have any opinions?"
The three golden elixirs bowed and accepted the order: "I will obey the master's decree!"
"Senior brother, there is no need to worry. Even if you change to an elder, the spiritual resources will not be reduced."
Tongxuan hit a stick and gave a sweet date. Seeing that the three people's expressions had recovered slightly, he continued: "The important palaces of the sect at the moment are undoubtedly the Law Enforcement Hall and the Lingbao Hall. Which senior brother is interested in taking charge?"
The three golden elixirs were not stupid. They all looked at Zhou Yi, and the person with the highest seniority was chosen first.
Zhou Yi said: "The poor Taoist has a short life span and is not suitable for a place with complicated affairs, so he should go and guard the Sutra Collection Hall."
Tongxuan was slightly startled, but could not persuade him to say anything.
The three golden elixirs looked happy and occupied the three halls of Law Enforcement, Lingbao, and Lecture respectively. Their combined power was no less than that of the head teacher.
"Pindao, I will go to the Sutra Collection Hall to be on duty."
Zhou Yi glanced at Tong Xuan. The little guy was far from being a dagger with Pindao, and he immediately turned into a ray of light and disappeared.
A few days later.
Yang Jin came to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion to borrow books, and when he entered the door, he saw a white-haired old man.
His hair was disheveled, and his navy blue robe was full of wine stains. He lay drunkenly on the table and fell asleep, with a jar of spiritual wine in his arms.
I discussed the plot with an author friend most of the night...
ε=(ο｀*)))~Photography is difficult!
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