"You don't have a Taoist temple, but you want to be a Taoist priest, right?"
Jiang Changsheng asked with a smile. As he spoke, he raised his wine glass towards the other party.
The middle-aged man immediately came over with a wine pot and a wine bowl. Jiang Changsheng didn't mind and started chatting with him. He regarded Jiang Changsheng as a foreigner, so he enthusiastically introduced Jiang Changsheng to the prosperity of the capital.
Jiang Changsheng found it interesting. Although he could see the capital at a glance, some things had a completely different taste when they were spoken from people's mouths.
After chatting for half an hour, the middle-aged man just picked up the bamboo basket and left. The inn was still crowded with guests. Some people left and some came. This is the case in every inn in the capital. The atmosphere of cultivating immortals here is very strong, and the streets are full of people. He is a cultivator.
In general, the current capital city has not disappointed Jiang Changsheng. The people live and work in peace and contentment, and can still cultivate immortality. In the original scene, this was something that was unimaginable.
After walking out of the inn, Jiang Changsheng did not stay in the capital and began to walk towards the distance. In the next hundred years, he planned to see the beauty of the world on foot.
…
The vast world, in the void.
A piece of broken land is floating, with several high mountains sitting on it. In the mountain stream, the Kunlun Cult Master is sitting by the river, with an evil spirit between his eyebrows that is difficult to dispel.
At this time.
The evil spirit flew out from between his eyebrows, expanded rapidly, and condensed into a mysterious figure in front of him.
"Give up the immortal way and practice the demonic way. I can feel that you have a strong unwillingness in your heart and are full of desire to become stronger. Since the immortal way doesn't work, why don't you follow the path I gave you?"
The mysterious figure spoke, his tone full of bewitching.
The Kunlun leader did not open his eyes or answer.
The mysterious figure continued: "The devil's path is just the opposite of the avenue, not the demons and demons you know. Those demons and demons scattered in the void of the avenue are just a glimpse of the devilish intention of my path."
The leader of Kunlun remained indifferent.
The mysterious figure smiled and said: "Are you longing for Daluo? Immortals cannot help you achieve Daluo, but demons can. I have understood the mystery of Daluo. This is not unattainable."
After hearing the word Da Luo, the Kunlun leader finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He opened his eyes, frowned, and stared at the mysterious figure.
"Become a demon, become a demon among immortals, an immortal among demons, and create an unprecedented orthodoxy!" The tone of the mysterious figure became crazy and hysterical.
As soon as Kunlun Cult Leader heard this, the strange color in his eyes instantly faded, and the evil spirit between his eyebrows dissipated, causing the mysterious figure to gradually dissipate.
"How could you..."
The mysterious figure roared in shock and anger. Before he finished speaking, he completely disappeared and ceased to exist.
Master Kunlun took a deep breath, and he suddenly realized that he should go back.
Some things must be faced.
Before, he also heard the voice of Dao Ancestor and knew about the birth of the Nine Saints of Taichu. Because of this, he almost gave birth to an inner demon.
The figure just now was not an evil spirit, but an evil spirit wandering in the void. The Kunlun leader felt that he could not deal with it, so he could only think of returning to the immortal path.
He decided to find Daozu.
Daozu is aloof, but he feels that Daozu may not save him, and the devil has set his sights on the immortal way. This matter must be known to Daozu as soon as possible.
The leader of Kunlun stood up and set off to the Great Luo Immortal Realm.
He didn't notice that deep in the void behind him, there was billowing demonic energy following him, sometimes disappearing and sometimes appearing, which was extremely strange.
…
"Teach me to cultivate immortality? Just... little Taoist priest, don't talk nonsense!"
In a stone pavilion in the mountains and fields, a scholar carrying a box and cage said while wiping the hot sweat on his face.
Jiang Changsheng sat next to him and chuckled softly: "I see that you have accumulated merits in ten lifetimes, but this life is bumpy. Meeting is fate. I want to give you a hand, do you really want to refuse?"
The scholar looked about thirty years old, with fair skin and a tired look on his face. After hearing Jiang Changsheng's nonsense, he began to look at Jiang Changsheng seriously.
After traveling all over the country for so many years, he also met immortal cultivators and even encountered ghosts and gods passing by. He even wrote a book about this and hid it in his cage.
"Can you still see my past life? Then can you show me the immortal methods?" The scholar raised his eyebrows and asked, with a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Jiang Changsheng raised his hand, and a strong wind whipped up between heaven and earth, roaring past, causing the mountains and forests to shake, like waves rising and falling one after another.
The scholar was blown away and quickly grasped the wooden stake next to him. Under his horrified look, Jiang Changsheng held his right hand, and the wind and waves between heaven and earth stopped instantly.
At this time, the scholar was frightened.
He immediately put down the box and cage, knelt down in front of Jiang Changsheng, and kept kowtowing.
"I am blind to Mount Tai. Please forgive me, senior. I would like to ask senior for advice on how to cultivate immortality!"
The scholar was extremely excited. He had failed the exams for many years and had lost confidence. If there was another path, he was willing to choose it. Besides, it was still a path to transformation.
Jiang Changsheng raised his hand and pointed his index finger at him. Just as he raised his head, his eyes met Jiang Changsheng's fingertips.
The scholar was in a trance for a moment, and the figure of Jiang Changsheng meditating was reflected in his pupils.
I don’t know how much time passed, but it was getting dark.
When the scholar woke up, he found that he was the only one in the pavilion.
He quickly stood up, looked around, and shouted loudly: "Senior! Senior! Senior..."
After shouting for a long time but receiving no response, the scholar finally confirmed that the senior had left, but there was an extra skill in his mind.
Golden Body Technique!
…
The river was flowing endlessly. Jiang Changsheng stood on the edge of the cliff and watched the majestic waves of the river crashing along the shore, his thoughts drifting away.
For some reason, during these years of walking on earth, he often thought of the earth in his previous life.
Even if he becomes Da Luo and casts his will into the past and future, he still cannot find the earth where he exists. Perhaps the earth exists in the older past or in the more distant future.
"Why care about the past? Since I think about it, why not create a world that I miss."
Jiang Changsheng thought silently, and he decided to create a large land after this life in the world, where the ancient Chinese civilization he knew existed.
Just like Shaohao and Xingtian whom Daoist met before when he returned to his senses, they were the mythical and legendary figures in his memory of his previous life.
Jiang Changsheng stepped forward and flew in the air. The waves of the river flew up and splashed on his body. He was also enjoying the coolness.
Although he was on foot, the distance he traveled in one year was a distance that no mortal could ever walk in a lifetime, but the scope of the skyscape was huge. Half of the territory of Kunlun Realm belonged to the skyscape.
Along the way, Jiang Changsheng encountered many immortal cultivators fighting with each other, and some even wanted to cause trouble for him. Naturally, there was no good outcome.
Gradually, he came to the snowy ridge of the mountains, stood on the grass and looked up, seeing the magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers.
Under his gaze, two figures were fighting at the end of the mountains and rivers, causing the heaven and earth to tremble slightly.
If it were other people, Jiang Changsheng might have ignored them at a glance, but one of them was from the Jiang Clan, and he was from the Jiang Clan's imperial lineage.
Ever since he went to Jiang Xun's future, Jiang Changsheng has always been suspicious of the Jiang Clan's Imperial Lineage, so he did not pay special attention to the Jiang Clan. Otherwise, with the Jiang Clan's Imperial Lineage's talent and his guidance, Taichu There must be a member of the Jiang clan’s imperial lineage among the Nine Saints.
In a one-on-one situation, the descendant of the Jiang clan's imperial line clearly suppressed his opponent, and Jiang Changsheng could see through their cause and effect at a glance.
It's not the fault of the Emperor's disciples, but because the other party coveted his treasure and ended up kicking the iron plate.
Jiang Changsheng watched the battle quietly. About half an hour later, the battle ended. The descendants of the Jiang clan's imperial line won and successfully killed the enemy. He did not interfere in this. This was all personal fate and destiny, and they were all chosen by themselves.
After the Jiang clan disciple collected the body, he turned around and flew in the direction of Jiang Changsheng. Then he saw Jiang Changsheng. He immediately stopped and looked down at Jiang Changsheng from high in the air, his eyes twinkling.
Jiang Changsheng looked at him teasingly, wanting to see what he was going to do.
Finally, the Jiang clan disciple fell down and said, "Jiang Yuan, fellow Taoist, please be careful when you come here. There are many demon sects in this area. If you are targeted, it will be very troublesome."
He stared closely at Jiang Changsheng. In his perception, Jiang Changsheng was just a qi-refining monk. But if he was just refining qi, how could he dare to come to this area?
He suspected that Jiang Changsheng had a secret method, and even suspected that Jiang Changsheng might be from the Demon Sect.
Jiang Changsheng smiled and said: "Jiang Yuan, this name is really long-awaited."
"Oh? Have you heard of me?"
Jiang Yuan's expression became unnatural.
Jiang Changsheng replied: "I have an old friend named Jiang Yuan. I don't like him very much, but I have to take care of him. Do you think this fate is very strange?"
Hearing Jiang Changsheng talking to himself, Jiang Yuan felt baffled and became more wary.
Jiang Changsheng suddenly became interested and sneered: "Okay, let's not talk nonsense. I am planning to seize the blood of the Jiang clan's emperor. You came just in time. If you meet me, you will be destined to despair!"
boom!
A powerful aura erupted, making Jiang Yuan retreat in shock. He immediately took out magic swords and formed a sword array around him.
"So strong... Could it be that he is Taiyi Earth Immortal?"
Jiang Yuan broke out in a cold sweat. He did not enter the Imperial Lineage through cultivation. He had outstanding talent, but his training years were still short, so he came to Tianjing's world of immortality to practice. Unexpectedly, he met a Taiyi Earth Immortal.
Damn it!
Although Jiang Yuan was panicked, he still quickly launched an offensive. He opened his arms and dozens of flying swords rose into the sky, all attacking Jiang Changsheng. Each flying sword burst out with purple light, and the mountains and rivers behind him shook violently. Cause an avalanche.
Jiang Changsheng raised his hand and palmed it.
boom!
Dozens of flying swords were shattered into pieces. Jiang Yuan was caught off guard and was thrown away. His muscles and bones were broken, and they fell on the mountain wall, breaking the mountain wall. Then he was submerged by the rolling snow waves.
Jiang Changsheng's move caused Jiang Yuan to suffer.
"Boy, don't let me down. Whether you can get the opportunity in my hands depends on your backbone."
Jiang Changsheng thought with an expressionless face that with the push of his palm, Jiang Yuan's cause and effect began to change.
Gradually, Jiang Changsheng thought of another person.
Golden cicada.
I see.
The corners of Jiang Changsheng's mouth raised slightly.
boom!
In the snow, Jiang Yuan, covered in blood, fought out. The Eye of the Avenue on his forehead opened, shining with purple light, shining in the sky and the earth. His limbs drooped unnaturally, and his hair was disheveled. He was like a demon coming to the world, staring at him with a ferocious face. With Jiang Changsheng.
(End of chapter)
