Qin Bai, who was in seclusion, regained some consciousness, and then he learned through the Yin God that the old ape had begun to refine the immortal throne.
However, it is still a bit reluctant to refine it with the martial arts golden elixir, even though this immortal position is extremely crude and does not contain the slightest bit of the Three Thousand Great Dao.
Qin Bai estimated that it would take the old ape at least more than ten years, and he would even have to wait until his cultivation reached a breakthrough in refining the gods and returning to the void before he could fully cultivate into a ghost immortal.
As for the other beasts, the current progress is pretty smooth.
The donkey has arrived in the Western Regions under Qin Bai's instructions. It sneaks into the horses, hoping to find the dagger that sealed the immortal throne a thousand years ago.
However, Qin Bai always felt that the dagger should have fallen into the hands of a high-ranking person.
Pandas are in a lot of trouble. Lingzhu has indeed given birth to an immortal through thousands of years of worship.
However, pandas were raised by black bears. It is difficult for them to integrate into the group and it is not easy to obtain them. At present, they have to work hard to get them.
After two months have passed, Qin Bai has mastered half of the Water Goddess position, and the next step is to work on the water grinding skills.
As for breaking through to the Earth Immortal, one must completely integrate the incense into the aura of the body. As long as the Water Immortal is refined, the speed will be several times faster.
After mastering the Immortal Realm, his strength will increase by leaps and bounds, and only then will he consider returning to a thousand years ago.
Qin Bai even planned to completely transform into a real dragon when the dragon clone reached the ghost fairy.
He briefly sorted out the information collected from Yin Shen. Since traveling through time and space, about fifteen years have passed in the Song Dynasty.
Deyunshe opened more than a dozen branches, almost all over the Song Dynasty, and Haidilao's business was also booming.
He stayed in seclusion for a few more months, and finally chose to leave seclusion when the wild boar came for him.
Not seen for more than ten years, the wild boar is already six or seven meters tall. Its back is covered with moss and flowers, and it looks like a hill when it walks.
His cultivation is even closer to the perfection of martial arts golden elixir, which shows how strong his strength foundation is and his talent is far beyond ordinary.
The wild boar grunted and came closer. Qin Bai touched its head. It felt a little rough, indicating that the skin was extremely tough.
Qin Bai used his spiritual thoughts to scan the wild boar's body, and found that there was a lot of demonic energy hidden in its body that had not been eliminated, and was flowing throughout the body along with the bone marrow.
Fortunately, with Qin Bai's current cultivation level, it is not difficult to get rid of the evil spirit.
The green uranium demonic energy poured into the bone marrow, easily dealing with the wild boar's hidden dangers, so that there was no obvious stagnation of energy and blood in its body.
The wild boar shook his head, his huge body trembling, and his strength naturally reached the perfection of the martial arts golden elixir, and it was only half a step away from refining the spirit and returning to the void.
"Yes, take me to the capital."
Qin Bai jumped on the back of the wild boar. He sat down cross-legged and continued to refine the Water Goddess.
His own aura is no longer restrained, and the coercion of ghosts and immortals is faintly spread within a hundred miles, and gradually spreads.
Birds and beasts will not be affected, but monks can detect it.
In this way, Qin Bai walked all the way towards the capital. When his pressure spread to thousands of miles, some Lianjiazi passing by came closer with curiosity.
Lian Jiazi was shocked when he saw Qin Bai. This man was sitting on the back of a giant beast, and strange phenomena appeared around his body, like a god.
The water god's position was gradually refined, and the blue light wheel was located behind his head. When passing by the water source, a large number of fish jumped out of the water first.
This should be an immortal, but this mount is serious...
Why does it feel a bit like a pig?
Lian Jiazi didn't dare to question it. After all, it was rumored that I rode a green ox when traveling west. To be fair, riding a wild boar was not impossible.
After he smelled the scent of incense emanating from Qin Bai's body, he felt at ease inexplicably, and then took the initiative to walk out of the grass and follow behind.
Lian Jiazi found that the problems he encountered in practicing the pile method were easily solved, and his strength increased much faster.
When Qin Bai arrived at the official road, more people joined in following him.
Except for practitioners, even if mortals bathe in the immortal energy, their illnesses caused by overwork will improve.
Qin Bai didn't realize that he was too ostentatious. He was immersed in practice and couldn't extricate himself.
A large amount of incense poured into the five internal organs, and each breath began a new round of transformation.
Even the wild boar benefited a lot, its original rugged appearance changed, and it became more handsome without even realizing it.
Later, under the influence of the Water Goddess, when Qin Bai passed through villages and towns, dark clouds gathered in the sky.
A little drizzle falls and falls on mortals to cure diseases.
Merit points and incense were all harvested, and most of the consumption brought by the Moonlight Treasure Box had been made up for.
Qin Bai left for half a year. During this period, people continued to quit and join, and the scale became larger and larger.
Unknowingly, there were more than thousands of people, densely packed in a large area.
News about the Immortal also spread to various places, and the hidden sects had different thoughts.
In their books, although the records are somewhat vague, it is certain that a large number of immortal Buddhas did exist thousands of years ago.
After the sect discussed for a while, they all sent their disciples to test, but at this time Qin Bai was about to arrive in the capital.
Qin Bai opened his eyes, and the revealed vision disappeared.
He was startled when he saw the crowd behind him, and quickly used Buddha energy to make these people leave.
Entering the capital, Qin Bai found that there were still great changes. The Song Dynasty had already become somewhat prosperous.
Then he came to Deyun Society. At this time, the theater area expanded several times.
Qin Bai relied on his true energy and there was no one to stop him. He walked around and found no one he knew. Only Niu Fuyun was sitting on the top floor of the theater.
Niu Fuyun's body looks more stocky, and he has completely lost the domineering attitude of Brother Crow, but has a kind of simplicity.
After he noticed Qin Bai, his face turned pale and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
"Shopkeeper Qin, are you...alive?"
"Uh...huh?!!"
"Shop Manager Qin, as per your request, we will burn paper money every year, but don't dislike it."
Qin Bai's mind was filled with confusion, when he noticed the ink painting on the wall.
The picture of myself in the painting is very expressive, holding the yellow on the left and holding the blue sky on the right. There are slowly burning incense on the wooden platform below. It looks like offering sacrifices to the deceased.
"..."
Niu Fuyun opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, but he heard Qin Bai say: "When did I ask you to burn paper money?"
"That's what Taoist Master Yiye said. At that time, he held a ritual ceremony for three days and three nights to prevent your soul from becoming resentful and becoming a demon..."
Having said this, Niu Fuyun couldn't help but take a few steps back, trembling uncontrollably.
Qin Bai in his eyes seemed to be wearing an underworld filter, exuding a strong demonic aura.
"What are you thinking about? I'm not dead."
Qin Bai patted Niu Fuyun on the shoulder, motioned him to look at his shadow, and then asked about the current situation of the others.
Niu Fuyun's mood recovered a little.
At that time, the mainstays of Deyun Club either managed branches or got married and no longer appeared on the stage.
The younger ones also chose to travel around the world, and Yan Chixia and Zhiqiu Yiye disappeared. The last time they met was three years ago.
Qin Bai thought for a moment. It was obviously unrealistic to retrieve them one by one.
As soon as he thought about it, an idea came into his mind.
"Niu Fuyun, contact Deyun Club everywhere and tell them that A Chinese Ghost Story III is going to premiere in the capital. You must pass on the news."
"And newspapers, making headlines."
Niu Fuyun nodded quickly. Although he didn't know what Qin Bai had in mind, his instinct told him to just do as he was told.
Soon the posters drawn by Qin Bai himself were posted at the entrances of various Deyun Clubs, attracting a large number of people's attention.
There are several people clearly drawn on the poster, namely Ning Caichen, Yan Chixia, Zhiqiu Yiye and Zen Master Baiyun.
The plot was completely adapted by Qin Bai.
It roughly tells the story of Shifang monk helping the female ghost to destroy the monster Black Mountain Old Demon, but Shifang monk was replaced by Ning Caichen by Qin Bai.
In the original work, Chiaki Yiye should have died in A Chinese Ghost Story 2, but he was still alive despite someone's protest at the time.
For the people of the Song Dynasty, the play "A Chinese Ghost Story" has a history of more than ten years, and is almost familiar to them. It is also performed in theaters other than Deyun Society on weekdays.
Even The Palace, A Chinese Ghost Story and The Legend of White Snake are still the best choices for theater viewing.
So when Deyun Society released the news, the entire Song Dynasty was in a state of excitement. People came to steal the posters every night, and it was said that they could be sold for a big price.
In the end, Deyunshe had no choice but to distribute posters for free, which made the popularity even higher.
Even in remote towns, people were talking about it everywhere, and even wealthy businessmen had prepared convoys to form groups to go to the theater.
Yan Chixia was sitting in the restaurant tasting wine, with a little contentment on his face.
More than ten years passed in a blink of an eye, and his cultivation had reached the perfection of refining qi and becoming a god, and even further, he had reached the realm of immortality.
But Yan Chixia let nature take its course, and cultivating the mind means cultivating the body.
In today's world, every crack in the underworld has been tightly sealed by the Arhat who subdues the dragon and subdues the tiger. In addition, beast warriors are all over the mountains and rivers, so there are naturally fewer demons.
Yan Chixia no longer resisted contact with others. He took on some escort work when he had time, and his life was carefree.
While he was drinking with a few peanuts, a slovenly Taoist with a peculiar smell came up.
The guests in the restaurant covered their mouths and noses, and some turned around and left.
The waiter was about to step forward to drive him away, but saw the sloppy Taoist raise his right hand, and the former was frozen in place, as if time had stopped.
"One leaf knows autumn?"
Yan Chixia was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "We haven't seen each other for many years, how come you have so much time to chat with me?"
Yiye Zhiqiu took out the poster of A Chinese Ghost Story III from his arms with burning eyes. He said with excitement in his words: "Master Yan, what do you think this is?"
puff! ! !
Yan Chixia spit out the drink from her mouth, and he frowned. His first reaction was that Deyun Society had secretly released a sequel to A Chinese Ghost Story.
He knew how evil Qin Bai's drama was, and could even summon real demons. He also warned Niu Fu several times at that time.
Yan Chixia said tentatively: "You mean Qin Bai is still alive?"
"When I was in the underworld, I saw him disappear on the Nai River. I thought he fell into the water and was washed into reincarnation."
Yiye Zhiqiu said emphatically: "I have been looking for Qin Bai all these years, and asked Jiang Long Fuhu to help me keep an eye on him, but I got nothing. Now it seems that he is not dead at all."
Yan Chixia read the poster carefully several times and found that the painting style was indeed Qin Bai's handiwork.
However, he had other opinions. Maybe Qin Bai had been reincarnated and had just solved the mystery of the womb and retrieved his memory.
Yan Chixia drank the wine and said to Yiye Zhiqiu: "Let's go, this drama will definitely attract a lot of acquaintances, even meeting old friends would be good."
"Master Yan, I wonder if, in addition to your improvement in cultivation over the years, your sword-wielding skills are..."
Zhiqiu Yiye had the idea of competing in his mind, but before he finished speaking, Yan Chixia tapped her finger on the sky outside the window.
"disease!!!"
A flying sword emerged from the sword box. After being nurtured by him, it appeared to be full of spirituality.
Yan Chixia stepped on the flying sword and turned into white light and disappeared, but her voice still remained in the restaurant: "Let's take a step first!!"
Yiye Zhiqiu hurriedly muttered a few words, revealing the cultivation level of Jindan.
He escaped underground and rushed towards the capital.
The shopkeeper crouched behind the counter and shivered. He noticed that Yan Chixia was flying with her sword, and her mouth never closed.
In my impression, Yan Chixia often borrowed money for wine and did not edit her pages. They thought she was an idle fool.
………
In a house in Gusu City, two little girls were playing with each other. The brocade clothes they wore could tell that they were either rich or noble.
The noble lady in her thirties chased after her and couldn't help scolding her: "Bai'er Qing'er, if you are so noisy, if outsiders see it, where will the father of your minister of household affairs put his face?"
Qing'er and Bai'er stuck out her tongue. They were about to run out of the yard when they were hugged by a middle-aged man walking towards them.
"Daddy..."
"Daddy."
The middle-aged man said hurriedly: "Pack your things and come to Beijing with me."
The lady was overjoyed: "Has the Emperor lost his temper?"
But the middle-aged man took out a poster of A Chinese Ghost Story III. He laughed, and soon even shed tears.
"Hahahahaha..."
Qing'er and Bai'er helped him wipe away his tears and looked at each other cutely.
The lady's expression became incomprehensible, and she said in a strange tone: "When did your husband have an affair with monsters and monsters again?"
The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, and he covered his forehead and explained: "I told you everything, it's just a rumor."
The noble lady Wang asked tentatively: "Is it possible that your husband finally thought of going to the capital cemetery? It is said that the old Zen master guarding the tomb is about to pass away. Seeing that the Qingming Festival is approaching, many people will come to visit his tomb at that time." .”
She was a little nervous. In the past, Ning Caichen would fly into a rage whenever he mentioned the capital cemetery, but this time he seemed extremely calm.
Ning Caichen waved his hand to let his servants pack their things, and then he said seriously: "How could Brother Qin die? He is back, he is really back..."
"Let's go, let's go today, otherwise we won't be able to catch the premiere."
Wang nodded helplessly and went to give orders to her servants in person.
At the same time, she couldn't help but feel curious in her heart, who was the Qin Bai that her husband kept talking about.
Is he really a fairy as rumored?
The birth of a small drama immediately stirred up a stir, with people from all over the world holding newspapers with different expressions.
Some people will always leave their footprints when passing by.
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