There is only one spiritual root among ten thousand.
The Tianling Root is unique in a billion!
The Daheng Dynasty is known as the first dynasty in the Divine Continent, and it governs hundreds of millions of people. On the surface, it only has a dozen or so heavenly spiritual roots.
Qingyun Temple has been passed down for thousands of years, and there has never been a disciple of Tianlinggen.
This is not deliberately targeted by Heavenly Court, but Tianlinggen has the qualifications to directly enter the Taoist Academy. Zhengshen will teach you carefully, and you can directly canonize Zhengshen after graduation.
With such treatment, who can think highly of Qingyun Temple?
Shou Ming tested it again and again, and after repeatedly confirming that it was Tianlinggen, he secretly summoned him.
"Master, there is a spiritual root coming down from the mountain!"
Not long after the news was sent out, two escaping lights fell. Master Chang Yuan Zhenren was half a step behind, led by Zhenzhi Zhenjun, the master of the Zhenzi generation.
The true spiritual consciousness swept through the Book of Changes. There was no trace of magic power inside or outside, and his face was filled with joy.
"Sure enough, it's Tianlinggen, our lineage is about to rise!"
"Congratulations, Master."
Chang Yuan asked: "What's the name of the little brother?"
Zhou Yi seemed a little frightened. He was stunned for a long time before he replied: "My name is Tang Xuan."
"Good name."
Chang Yuan touched his palms and praised: "This is the poor Taoist master, the elder of the Qingyun Temple Sutra Collection Hall, and a well-known Taoist Master in the world of immortality. Are you willing to worship me?"
Zhou Yi bowed excitedly: "Greetings to the master, hello to the senior brother!"
Zhenzhi suddenly beamed with joy: "Good disciple, follow me up the mountain to pay homage to the ancestor, and enter it into Qingyun's roster. In the future, if you are successful in your cultivation, my teacher will take you to see the Ox Sage, and with a few pointers from him, you will be able to travel across the Eastern Shenzhou!"
Zhou Yi Lian Lian nodded, looking forward to meeting the scalper.
Shou Ming, who was standing next to him, was confused. Seeing that Master was about to leave, he quickly said: "Master, Master, there are three more disciples."
"You can just take it up the mountain yourself."
Chang Yuan reminded: "You have no eyesight, why don't you pay your respects to my junior uncle?"
"..."
Shouming was stunned, but he couldn't disobey his master's orders, so he bowed and said, "Greetings, uncle!"
Zhou Yi waved his hand skillfully.
"No need to be polite."
"Hahaha, my junior brother is really good at being an elder!"
The light passed through the layers of clouds and mist, and I saw a large area of palaces and pavilions, covering an area of at least three to four thousand acres.
The spiritual clouds are lingering, and the auspicious energy is billowing.
Flowers bloom everywhere for thousands of years, and evergreen fairy grass is everywhere.
Zhou Yi has been running Qingyun Temple for hundreds of years, decorating it like his own home and transplanting useless vegetation from the Kunlun Cave. The profound foundation is no less than that of a great religion.
When the light fell, the disciple on duty at the door bowed and saluted.
"Greetings to the elder!"
Zhenzhi nodded slightly and led Zhou Yi through the door. The first thing he saw was a giant cauldron.
"Disciple, this tripod is a sect-protecting treasure left behind by the founder of the mountain. It's called the Mountain and River tripod!"
Zhou Yi asked: "It turns out to be the ancestor's thing. Can the disciples go over and offer incense?"
"It can't be done now, there is a formation prohibition and seal."
Zhenzhi said: "Only when worshiping the ancestor every year, the disciples in the temple can offer incense. They can also refine the essence of the five elements according to the secret techniques passed down by our sect to show the merits of the ancestor."
The Mountain and River Cauldron has gone through eight thousand years of sacrifices and killed several sects, and now its weight is comparable to that of the sacred mountains.
The power of one blow is not weaker than that of Lingbao!
Before Zhou Yi faked his death and passed away, he passed on the Lingbao Jue to his disciples. Since then, Qingyun Temple has been offering sacrifices for thousands of years.
"The power of eight thousand years is comparable to a spiritual treasure. Is it comparable to an immortal weapon that has been refined for eighty thousand years?"
The three masters and apprentices continued to move forward and encountered another clump of green bamboo.
Zhenzhi proudly said: "When it comes to spiritual treasures, there is no shortage of those great immortal sects, but this clump of five-thousand-year-old pure spiritual bamboos is the only one in the entire Dongsheng Divine Continent!"
Chang Yuan chatted: "My junior brother is extremely talented and has wood spirit roots. Maybe he can get the permission of the temple master to break a piece of spiritual bamboo and refine the treasure."
"What's possible? This is inevitable."
Zhenzhi said: "If senior brother doesn't allow it, I will go to the ancestor's tomb and burn paper to impeach him!"
"..."
The corner of Zhou Yi's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt that this cheap master was not so reliable.
When the Pure Spiritual Bamboo was transplanted, it was only three thousand years old. Now two thousand years have passed and it has grown into a peerless treasure.
Keep moving forward.
Every time he passed a place with exotic flowers and plants, Zhenzhi would introduce them in detail.
In and out of words, he praised the patriarch as a true immortal in the sky, and then reminded him intentionally or unintentionally not to change his family.
Zhou Yi's spiritual consciousness swept through and found that historical flower beds, gardens, screen walls, etc., were all sealed with numerous formations and prohibitions. They were like antiques in a museum that could only be viewed from a distance but not touched.
Finally arrived at Qingyun Temple.
Zhenzhi straightened his clothes at the door, coughed twice, cleared his throat, and stepped in.
There were six figures sitting cross-legged in the hall, and Shouming and three new disciples were standing in the corner with their heads down.
"Hey, all the senior brothers are here!"
Zhenzhi said with a smile: "Junior brother, I had a whim today and did some divination, and it was foreshadowed by heaven that I would have a good disciple. So I went down the mountain for a walk, and sure enough I accepted a Tianlinggen disciple!"
"snort!"
Several veteran Taoists raised their eyebrows and looked at the contemporary Celestial Master in the middle with cold expressions.
"Junior brother, what you are doing is a little out of order!"
Zhen Gu said: "Tang Xuan traveled over the mountains and ridges to become his disciple. He should be brought into the temple and left to his own choice. How can you go down the mountain and cut off the tiger?"
"Why is it against the rules?"
Zhenzhi glared at Shou Ming in the corner. He must have let it slip. He originally planned to come to Qingyun Hall to pay homage to the Patriarch and confirm his status as master and disciple while no one was paying attention.
"Junior brother, let me ask, if you had known about it first, would you have gone down the mountain to recruit disciples?"
The old Taoist in the temple looked unnatural. Now that he is a good disciple, he doesn't care about the rules and respects. He should accept him as a disciple first and then talk about other things.
"Ahem, cough, cough, you can't say that."
Zhen Gu looked at Zhou Yi with a smile on his face and asked: "Little guy, among the seven elders in the palace, who would you like to be your teacher? Zhen Gu, a poor Taoist, is the sixth generation Heavenly Master..."
"Big Brother!"
Zhenzhi interrupted: "I have accepted him as a disciple, and his dharma name is Chang...Yi, how can you be so tempting?"
As he spoke, he looked at Zhou Yi and kept blinking.
"Greetings to the great uncle. Greetings to all the great uncles."
Zhou Yi bowed and saluted, and said: "After the disciple went up the mountain, the first person he met was Master Shouming's nephew, which means he is destined to be with the master."
"Not bad."
Zhenzhi applauded continuously and pointed to the several-foot-tall fine gold statue in the hall: "This is Patriarch Liguan, the first heavenly master in Dongsheng Shenzhou. Please bow down quickly."
Zhou Yi looked up at his sculpture and kowtowed three times and nine times in great anticipation.
"Meet the Patriarch!"
Since then.
Zhou Yi became the seventh generation disciple of Qingyun Temple, with the Buddhist name Chang Yi.
Master Zhenzhi was responsible for guarding the Sutra Collection Hall. He directly handed the elder's order to Zhou Yi and went in to choose at will.
"Disciple, even though you have heavenly spiritual roots, you must practice diligently. Nowadays, China is stable, and there are few fights and fights. First practice your magic power to the golden elixir, and then practice magic and magical powers!"
"Disciple remembers."
Zhou Yi shopped around for several days and chose Tai Xuan Sutra as his main practice.
Really happy and smiling, the significance of this technique is extraordinary. He found dozens of volumes of Taixuan Sutra to analyze, and told Zhou Yi to ask at any time if he had any questions.
Two years later.
Zhou Yi did not need to take the foundation building pill, and the foundation building was successful naturally.
Such speed of cultivation shocked everyone in Qingyun Temple. It was much faster than ordinary Tianlinggen.
Twelve years have passed.
There were bursts of thunder on Qingyun Mountain, and tribulation thunder fell one after another.
Seven figures watched from a distance, with really nervous expressions on their faces, flying high and low in the sky.
"Senior Brother, can something go wrong?"
"Even a poor Taoist can't say for sure about the catastrophe."
Zhen Gu frowned and looked up at the sky: "This thunder catastrophe is more than 50% more powerful than you and me back then. Normal thunder catastrophes have a 30% chance, but now it's not even 10%!"
Zhenzhi looked anxious: "I'm going to find the Cow Saint and ask him to help me."
"Don't worry, Pindao has already summoned you, and Niu Sheng said he has paid attention to it."
Zhen Gu sighed: "Since Heaven took over the power of China, the thunder tribulations have become more severe year by year. Now we can barely survive another few hundred years..."
Zhenzhi felt a little relieved and looked at Tianjie nervously.
"That's what outsiders need to worry about. With the Ox Saint sitting in Qingyun Mountain, you won't be lonely."
After a long time.
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a divine light fell.
"It's done!"
Zhenzhi flew over quickly and saw Zhou Yi sitting cross-legged in the formation, his aura still promoted to the golden elixir.
Zhou Yi bowed and said, "Thank you, Master, for your teaching."
"Good disciple."
Zhenzhi landed on the ground, circled Zhou Yi a few times, and said, "Such a cultivation speed can only be matched by that of Monkey Mountain. Maybe we in Qingyun Temple can produce a human immortal!"
The inheritance of Qingyun Temple is derived from the three religions and is more complete than the Imperial Court. It has no shortage of techniques from Qi training to human immortality.
A few rays of light fell, and Zhengu reminded Zhenzhi in a deep voice after hearing Zhenzhi's words.
"Junior brother, be careful what you say!"
"What are you afraid of? Could it be that Heaven dares to come to Qingyun Mountain to cause trouble?"
Zhenzhi turned to Zhou Yi and said, "But you should still be careful. That ungrateful guy might have some dirty tricks and condense the Nascent Soul to another realm to overcome the calamity in the future!"
Speaking of this, Zhenzhi sighed.
"I don't know if I can see you Ningying, but remember to burn paper when the time comes, and I will pray for you below!"
"Master, don't worry, I will definitely see you."
Zhou Yi and Sun Changsheng both have innate roots. It took the latter seventy years to cultivate the Nascent Soul, and his longevity is enough to see it.
Three days later.
A celebration was held at Qingyun Temple, and the disciples of the sect met with the new Jindan elder.
The twelve-year golden elixir is truly unparalleled.
Zhou Yi immediately became the idol of all the disciples of Qingyun Temple. There were even female disciples who secretly sent messages and wanted to communicate with the elders about their lives.
"The poor Taoist is devoted to the Tao and has no other thoughts in his mind!"
Rejecting the hints from his senior sisters, Zhou Yi continued to practice hard in seclusion so that he could manifest his Nascent Soul cultivation as soon as possible.
At that time, even if Sun Changsheng saw him, he would not think of him as a master, but as a junior who shares the same illness and has immeasurable karma on his head!
...
The years are long.
A hundred years pass by in a blink of an eye.
There are scalpers sitting in Qingyun Mountain, but it is still calm.
However, many changes have taken place in Dongsheng Shenzhou. Due to the release of demons from Tianlao during the Demonic Tribulation, demonic cultivators have caused chaos in the world from time to time.
Under the guidance of the land of mountain gods, mortals worship the gods of heaven in the morning and evening, and most of them worship the Emperor of Heaven.
From nowhere, a group portrait of the Emperor of Heaven and the True God from their early dynasty circulated. With the help of the Heavenly Court, it quickly became popular in Dongsheng Divine Continent. Almost every household has one or even several pictures.
The Taoist priest who sells the portraits said that as long as he offers incense in the morning and evening, he will be protected from evil spirits.
The people bought it back and tried it, and it really worked. No matter whether there were demons causing trouble nearby, those who worshiped it devoutly would be safe and sound.
Therefore, worshiping the Emperor of Heaven has become more important than eating and sleeping!
Worship God first when you get home, worship God after eating, worship God when you come back from working in the fields, and the couple also worship God after celebrating...
Immeasurable incense gathered into the heaven, more than ten times more than before the calamity.
The strength of the Emperor of Heaven and many true gods increased a lot, and more than twenty true gods were canonized with incense. Most of them were monks outside the Immortal Sect, which put an end to the rumor that "casual cultivators cannot be canonized as gods."
Mortals live and work in peace and contentment, but monks live in hardship.
The number of Tiantiao keeps increasing, almost becoming the highest among others.
The masterpiece, with hundreds of thousands of entries, has made the world of immortality a prison.
When monks study scriptures and understand Taoism, they must carefully ponder the meaning of Tian Tiao, so as not to fall into the trap of Tian Tiao without knowing the law, but this is a more serious matter than fighting with each other.
You can't do this, you can't touch that.
I will hide in the mountains and practice obediently. If I encounter the righteous gods patrolling, and if I can't bring out the immortal book and the source of the techniques, I will go to the heavenly prison to prove that I am a good person!
In the dead of night.
Many monks feel sad and feel that their lives are not as free as those of prisoners. Of course, it is absolutely impossible for them to become mortals!
The unprecedented changes that the Gods shouted before becoming a god showed their power only after two thousand years.
Humans are not like humans, and immortals are not immortals!
...
Qingyun Mountain.
Back mountain.
In front of Tianshi's tomb.
The ordinary tomb has four words: "Tomb of the Heavenly Master" simply written on it.
More than 1,900 years have passed, and the stone tablet has become more and more primitive and rustic due to wind and rain, and its edges and corners are shiny when touched. Apparently, people often come to pay their respects.
Zhen Gu stood in front of Tianshi's tomb and said to Zhou Yi.
"I brought you here today to pass on the position of Heavenly Master to you. From now on, you will be the seventh generation Heavenly Master!"
Zhou Yi said: "Uncle, you still have ten years to live..."
"It doesn't matter, the old man has long wanted to resign."
Zhen Gu said quietly: "The word "Heavenly Master" is too heavy! A poor Taoist with ordinary talent and a lucky chance to condense the golden elixir will not be able to lead Qingyun Temple to prosperity!"
Zhou Yi solemnly said: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely live up to my expectations!"
"Hahaha, of course I believe it."
Zhen Gu's eyes shone: "You are a genius that has not been seen in Qingyun Temple for two thousand years. You have cultivated Nascent Soul in less than two hundred years. You are considered a genius of the generation in the entire Dongsheng Divine Continent!"
"Uncle, you are so complimentary."
Zhou Yi couldn't help but look slightly red. Yuanying, who had practiced for nearly nine thousand years, was really a little embarrassed.
Zhen Gu touched the tombstone gently and said: "The first generation of heavenly masters was the most amazing and talented person in the history of China. With his own power, he performed the act of becoming a god and benefited hundreds of millions of living beings..."
Zhou Yi stood in front of his tomb and listened quietly to Zhen Gu's account of the great achievements of the first generation of heavenly masters!
Zhou Yi reluctantly felt at ease when he talked about things like conferring gods and slaying demons. However, Zhen Gu became more and more exaggerated as he talked, almost blowing the first-generation heavenly master into a true immortal from heaven and descending to earth.
Zhen Gu looked excited and his face was red: "After the first-generation Celestial Master became a god, he completed his mission in the mortal world, so he resigned from the position of Celestial Master and waited until his life was over to return to the fairy world."
"If you are not a true immortal, how can you not care about the position of Emperor of Heaven?"
Sounds reasonable!
Seeing his uncle's fanaticism, Zhou Yi didn't even dare to say anything in rebuttal, lest he say a wrong word and at least be kicked out, or at worst beaten to ashes.
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