Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 527
Qiongying transformed into a cloud, stepped on the clouds and flew into the sky, her figure was hidden in the clouds, and followed King Lu's team to Laoshan.

Only ten li away from the city, all of a sudden, there was an elegant singing voice in the clouds in the distant sky.

"Drunk off one or two branches of remnant plums, may as well peaches and plums meet their own time."

"Who is Liwo Chunhui in a place that has always been frozen in ice and snow?"

Qiongying heard the reputation and looked over, only to see a woman in purple clothes and white clothes, with a crystal crown and hair tied, sitting in the cloud over there, cooking wine in a small stove.

That person was also flying towards Laoshan, if he felt something, he turned his head to look, and smiled: "Is this fellow Taoist also going to Laoshan?"

"Exactly." Qiongying stepped forward and announced her name.

"Under Zhuge Yue, named Xueting, I met Miss Qiongying."

The man stood up and saluted, and said with a smile, "When I met the girl, I felt a little familiar, as if I had seen it in a dream, very amiable, if you don't mind, why don't you go to Laoshan for a banquet together?"

Qiongying said indifferently: "Do people who have achieved success in cultivation also dream?"

"Thinking day by day, dreaming at night, not to mention practitioners, even gods are not exempt from vulgarity."

Zhuge Yueyan laughed at Yan Yan, and said, "I read poetry when I was young, and I only loved plum blossoms. Unfortunately, the vegetation is ruthless. I am only friends with plum blossoms. It is deserted, so I travel around mountains and rivers, and I want to find a friend who is heroic and awe-inspiring..."

When she said this, she lowered her eyes shyly, raised her glass, and took a sip.

It was only then that Qiongying could see that her cheeks were slightly red and her temples were sweaty. It turned out that she was already a little drunk before the meeting. No wonder her behavior was a little frivolous and reckless. The song just now was drunk and sang impromptu.

'It's my fault. If I change to someone with malicious intentions, such a good girl, I'm afraid I will suffer some losses today. '

Qiongying thought to herself, she is not so alienated anymore, after she sat down, she took the wine glass and shook it, condensed a glass of icy cloud dew, and asked Zhuge Yue to taste it.

Zhuge Yue didn't even pay attention, she stretched out her hand to take it and poured a whole cup into her mouth, her eyes lit up slightly, her drunkenness subsided a little, she sat up straight, pursed her lips and coughed lightly, and said, "You made me laugh."

Qiongying saw her calm and generous demeanor, and also loved her frankness, so she said with a smile: "I also want to thank Miss Zhuge for her praise."

Zhuge Yue said hastily: "Although I'm speechless when I'm drunk, what I'm saying is the truth."

The two of them walked together, and without knowing it, they already referred to each other as "Yue'er" and "Sister".

But soon Qiongying discovered that the beautiful girl in front of her was not the kind of reckless, straightforward and innocent person she thought she was before.

She has a wide network of contacts, and the closer she is to Laoshan, the more likely she is to notice other guests as a practitioner who is also going to the banquet.

In just a short while, six or seven groups of people had already greeted Zhuge Yue.

Among those people, there are swordsmen with a stern temperament, gloomy old men with mutilated limbs, and proud sects who walk together.

Their personalities and backgrounds are obviously very different, but they can all greet Zhuge Yue friendly.

Zhuge Yue noticed Qiongying's gaze, leaned closer, and said softly, "Sister, don't think I'm young, but our Zhuge lineage's physiognomy is excellent, so we know many warm-hearted seniors and colleagues."

"Hahaha, I can testify to this point."

A big red cassock flew from the air, carrying two monks.

One is old and ugly, with wrinkled skin and only a few teeth left, but with wide earlobes, full of air, with rosary beads wrapped around his hands, sitting cross-legged.

Beside him stood a young novice, dressed in white, with a dust whisk in his elbow, handsome and cute.

"The old man is very energetic. It seems that you are quite satisfied with the apprentice I found for you."

Zhuge Yue said hello, and then said to Qiongying, "This is the abbot of Jinshan Temple, Zen Master Lingyou, and the one next to him is his little disciple Fa Hai."

Zen Master Lingyou looked at Qiongying with a hint of surprise in his eyes. After paying respects to each other, he said: "I should be on behalf of Jinshan Temple again. Thank you very much to Zhuge's family. Fahai is talented and intelligent, and he has a little bit of Buddhist supernatural power. I am afraid that he will be weak in the year of the crown. You will be able to catch up with the old monk’s cultivation.”

"Jinshan Temple can have such a successor, and when the old monk passes away, he can feel at ease."

Fahai also went forward to bow and salute, thanking Zhuge Yue, every move was orderly, like a little grown-up.

Zhuge Yue looked at him, but frowned slightly: "If you only know the clear rules and precepts, it is of course beneficial to practice Buddhism and supernatural powers. I am afraid that distracting thoughts will cause catastrophe in the future, and you will be in big trouble if you turn back in one fell swoop."

Speaking of this matter, Zen Master Lingyou also had a bitter face: "I don't have much time left, so I have to do my best."

Everyone chatted and chatted, and they flew to the territory of the Laoshan faction, lowered the cloud head, and passed between the two mountain peaks shaped like portals at the border of Laoshan.

Dozens of peaks of the Laoshan School are decorated with lanterns and festoons today, and there are not only distinguished guests riding the clouds, Taoist priests riding the wind, but also many handymen and caravan mules and horses outside the mountain.

Although the Laoshan School is a great school of cultivation, those who have truly achieved success in cultivation are already at the level of deacons and elders.

The vast majority of disciples still love the delicacies cooked by ordinary people. Even the elders of Laoshan appreciate some dry goods from other places and the skills of chefs.

So today's big banquet is really lively, and the people around Laoshan will come to the banquet one after another.

Many practitioners who came to celebrate their birthdays all reached the main peak, and were later led to the banquet at Table 81 at the summit square.

Naturally, the congratulatory gifts are all handed over to Laoshan disciples, but here there is no rule of roll-calling according to the gift list. No matter what is given, Laoshan disciples will treat it equally and receive it.

Zhuge Yue, Qiongying and the masters and apprentices of Jinshan Temple were arranged at the same table.

Sitting at this table were several Qi refiners from the Kunlun Sect. The elder among them was called Suihan Daoist. He seemed to have had friendship with Zen Master Lingyou for a long time, and he was also familiar with Zhuge Yue.

Qiongying discovered some problems just by listening to their chat.

Practitioners in this world are also divided into qi refiners and loose immortals. In the realm of loose immortals, they should be able to live long, but there is a saying of nine deaths.

It means that even if you have cultivated to the realm of Sanxian, you will still have the spirit of decay in your body. Ordinary people and those who are new to Sanxian will experience a death calamity when they live to a hundred years old.

Ordinary people will naturally lose their lives and turn into ghosts, Sanxian's body will dry up, and his spirit will turn dark. If you don't want to become a ghost, you must do everything you can, cast spells, form formations, refine alchemy, use weapons, Run the magic power to make yourself return to Yang.

Even after passing through the first death calamity, every 33 years thereafter, when the spirit of decay suddenly becomes strong, another death calamity will come.

Legend has it that a Sanxian master who had survived eight death calamities speculated that if he could survive the ninth death calamity, he would be able to completely resist the decay of the world and protect himself from death.

But that expert couldn't make it through himself, so since ancient times, there has been no immortal person in the world who can not be troubled by death.

Qiongying inquired about the cultivation of Zen Master Lingyou, Taoist Master Suihan and others, and estimated what this world called the Sanxian realm.

The Sanxian who can survive the fifth death calamity is basically equivalent to the realm of the treasure bone gods and demons in the Water Margin world, that is, the five-star level that the big boss said.

If a person of this level is in a normal environment, how can it be possible to fall into a state of physical and spiritual decay after living for only a few hundred years?
You know, even if it is the way of gold and stone in the Water Margin world, with such a big drawback, those people fly to the sky and sink to the ground, but it is just an alternative way of self-cultivation, and they have not really fallen into a state of decay.

The kind of Zhao Kuangyin who was poisoned by the poison and floated in the sky for more than 100 years, as long as he has a chance to be awakened, he can still explode with amazing strength.

In this world's catastrophe of nine deaths, there is even a fixed time limit between each outbreak, which is very strange to hear.

And there are even stranger ones.

Those ghosts and monsters whose cultivation base is far inferior to those of Sanxian Gaoren can easily live for hundreds of years. As long as they don't go crazy during their cultivation and don't be hacked to death, basically there will be no disasters.

Qiongying was pondering over the news, and when she was determined to ask further questions, a Sanqing bell rang in the main hall of the Laoshan School over there.

The Dharma music is melodious and the Taoism is exquisite.

The head teacher of the Laoshan School stepped out of the hall, wearing a blue robe and white hair, walking steadily.

After knowing the situation of practitioners in this world, Qiongying has a deeper understanding of the status of Laoshan School in this world.

Aside from other things, just being a master teacher who has survived seven disasters of decay and death and can celebrate his [-]th birthday is a symbol of strength.

Qiongying reckoned that the foundation of this head teacher might be slightly better than her own, already close to the peak of five-star.

"But I'm still a little inferior to Uncle Wu. I just don't know if he has any powerful magic weapons. For those who practice immortality, magic weapons and magic circles will often have a lot of bonus..."

After Master Laoshan came out, he announced that the birthday banquet could begin, and then waved his fly whisk to the sky.

In an instant, Qiongying had a feeling that things were changing and the stars were moving, and the sky was dim and the earth was dark.

She froze for a while, and suddenly became alert, but found that she was still sitting on the banquet, and the surrounding scenery had not changed much, and everyone was still sitting quietly.

wrong!

Although everything on the main peak of Laoshan Mountain has not changed much, the guests are still there, and the buildings are still the same.

But if you look at the distance, the layout of other peaks of Laoshan is obviously different from before. There are a lot fewer people wearing the costumes of Laoshan disciples on duty everywhere. Tall golden armored warrior.

If you look farther beyond the border of Laoshan Mountain, you can see that the terrain outside the peaks of Laoshan Mountain is obviously different from when you came here.

King Lu's city is gone, replaced by many smaller towns, but the total number of people may be much larger than that of King Lu's fiefdom.

The sky here is very dark, without a trace of brilliance, and the ground and rocks are also dark and gloomy.

"Sister Ying has never participated in these famous mountain banquets before."

Zhuge Yue tugged Qiongying's sleeve lightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't be so nervous, it's just the custom of a famous banquet."

"Just now, it was the head teacher of Laoshan Mountain, who used the Great Formation of the Mountain Gate to change the place for us. This place is no longer the Laoshan Mountain in the Yangjian, but the Laoshan Mountain in the underworld."

Qiongying was a little surprised: "Hell?"

"That's right, the landforms of Yin and Yang are very different, but there are also some special places whose influence runs through both worlds of Yin and Yang, making the topography of some areas extremely similar."

Zhuge Yue said, "Mount Tai, Laoshan, Kunlun, Jinshan, Songshan and other famous mountains and historic sites are all like this."

"In ancient legends, it is said that there is a hell under these famous mountains, which is the place where people go after death, and it is the kingdom of ghosts. That's what it means."

Qiongying was still a little puzzled: "Then why, at this kind of birthday banquet, you want to take us to the underworld?"

"The lifespan of a cultivator is much higher than that of ordinary people. It is already something to be happy about. There are so many taboos."

Zhuge Yue carefully explained, "This kind of customary rule, whether it is a birthday banquet or not, even if it is a happy wedding ceremony, a full moon of children and grandchildren, and a succession ceremony, practitioners will be invited to the underworld for a formal banquet."

"Because the underworld is wider than the underworld, after death, if there is no special reason, all living beings will be classified into the underworld and live in the underworld."

"If there is no accident, their lifespan will generally reach more than a hundred years. Even without training, they may live to 150 years before the ghost body dissipates, the memory completely disappears, and they merge into the underworld."

"So the situation in the underworld is much more chaotic than in the underworld. There are too many ghosts, and there are ghosts fighting with each other everywhere. Often only the underworld of various factions can collect ghost soldiers, arrange formations, and maintain order. The area is quieter."

"However, there are endless evil spirits in the underworld, which often invade these peaceful places, and there are often strange winds passing through. If they are blown by strange winds, ordinary ghosts may also turn into evil spirits. These need to be resisted by formations. Pai's underworld, the wear and tear is not small."

"Thus, practitioners from all walks of life will take advantage of every big banquet to enter the underworld to have a feast, and take advantage of the opportunity to contribute their own magic power to strengthen the formation of the underworld."

While the two of them were talking, the real person in charge of Laoshan didn't stop moving.

After he brought everyone to Laoshan Yinfu, he put away the whisk in his hand, and flew out a picture scroll from his sleeve.

The picture scroll is opened, and the picture in it is the bright moon in the sky, flying immortals playing music, and celestial maidens performing dances.

Master Laoshan flicked his fingers, and on the screen, there was a round piece of paper, which was the bright moon.

This thin piece of paper flew higher and higher, and within a short while, it was already hanging in the sky, really like a bright moon, shedding cold light, illuminating the dark world.

The people on the main peak hadn't reacted yet, and there was already a burst of cheering among the surrounding peaks.

Now Qiongying already knew that the peaks of Laoshan Mountain in the underworld, the guests at the banquet were naturally the people of Laoshan Yinfu.

They live in the underworld, and they don't know how long they haven't seen such a beautiful moonlight.

Headmaster Laoshan waved his sleeves again, and the wind cleared the air immediately, and the picture scroll made a clear sound.

Many thin images flew out of it, leaving only a blank space on the scroll.

Those images were flying like pieces of paper, rushing towards the bright moon, and when they flew to nowhere, they suddenly became three-dimensional.

I saw a burst of clouds drifting by, the fairy moon was in the sky, and the singing and dancing were graceful.

Under the moonlight and singing and dancing, the gloom around Laoshan Yinfu seems to have been dispelled, and the ghost villagers also feel refreshed and less agitated.

"It's "Laoshan Dialect Album"."

Zen Master Lingyou nodded repeatedly, with a hint of admiration inadvertently showing in his eyes.

"Being able to take people lightly, bring everyone's bodies to the underworld, and separate their cultivation bases to drive this magic weapon, Brother Laoshan's cultivation base has become more and more exquisite."

If he has the cultivation base of the head teacher of Laoshan, why worry about not being able to survive the next disaster of decline and death?
Practitioners in this world cannot turn into ghost cultivators after death. It is not uncommon in ancient times that no one thought this way, but once they want to retain their cultivation in ghost bodies, they will become completely ghosts, completely different from their previous selves .

But while you're still alive, don't let your cultivation down.

Zen Master Lingyou raised his voice a little, and said with a smile, "With this moonlight, everyone can have a great time today."

All the people responded with smiles, their mana surged, and they were ready to infuse mana into Laoshan Yinfu.

Qiongying waited and watched their auras, but remembered something: "The difference in everyone's mana is too great. Is it really okay to pour them all into one formation?"

If it was the spirit fetus clone of the big boss here, there would be ten times more people present, and there would be no need to worry about mana conflicts.

But the problem is, there may never have been a six-star practitioner in this world, so how clever are the instruments and formations used?
Over the years, what did they use to resolve the mana conflict?
Zhuge Yue looked at Qiongying's eyes, she was really puzzled now, but she quickly smiled, ready to explain.

At this time, Suihan Daoist suddenly let out a sigh, looked to the west, and said, "Is that a hurricane from the underworld?"

The underworld and the underworld of this world are not planetary structures. Although there are mountains, plains, and oceans, they are relatively flat overall.

It also makes it easier for people in this world to observe distant scenery.

These people on the main peak of Laoshan Yinfu are all people who have achieved success in cultivation and have a broader vision.

They heard the sound and looked, and sure enough, they could faintly see a black tide writhing endlessly in the west.

"It's still more than two thousand miles away from us, but judging by the direction of movement, it is very likely that it will hit Laoshan Yinfu."

Daoist Suihan pinched his fingers and counted.

"Strange, according to the underworld calendar, there shouldn't be such a strong wind passing through this season."

Many practitioners started discussing it after carefully reading it.

"It's not like there have been storms in the underworld that violated the calendar."

"On the eve of the founding of the Great Wei Dynasty, the kingdoms fought in chaos. Even demons, ghosts, and various sects were involved in the chaos. They all fought in the Taishan area. There were countless casualties. In that year, there was a big storm in the underworld that violated the calendar."

"If there are too many casualties among the people in the world, it will cause an abnormal evil wind. The underworld of the [-]th sect of Mount Tai was also destroyed in that year."

The head teacher of Laoshan frowned, and an elder of Laoshan beside him said, "Impossible. Since then, all the sects of practice have made an oath not to intervene in the change of dynasty. Besides, in these years, there have been no such major military disasters in the world."

Zhuge Yue's face was even more ugly, and she gritted her teeth and said: "According to the statistics of my hidden Zhuge lineage, the world is [-] miles from north to south, and [-] miles from east to west. There are about [-] million people living in recent years. There is indeed no war to destroy the country."

"Even if there are natural disasters in some places, the brewing winds should still be within the calculations of the underworld calendar."

"It can cause such an anti-seasonal storm... Where did so many ghosts suddenly appear?!"

………………

Laoshan Yinfu is directly south, two thousand eight hundred miles away.

In the town, a group of people are running desperately.

"Wow, help!!"

Looking carefully, one of the fastest runners was a young man with a pale face and no blood at all.

The T-shirt he was wearing had a little blonde girl printed on it, and the hair color of this little girl was the only color that was different from black and white on his whole body.

"Although I heard that the frequency of homicides in Tokyo is scary, but I just went to the comic exhibition, and I was able to encounter gangsters and police cars shooting at each other in the street, and I even encountered a black frame that kicked a football more than 1000 meters away. A schoolboy with glasses, that's outrageous enough."

"Why did you step on the ground when you looked up at the football, and you drowned on the spot... and how did you get chased and bitten by a group of ancient ghosts in the underworld?!"

He yelled along the way, full of grief and indignation, "Obviously I have become a ghost who can tear off my hands and feet without feeling pain, why can't I fly?"

The state of ordinary ghosts in the underworld is similar to that of ordinary people in the underworld. They don't have too much physical strength, and they can't penetrate the obstacles of houses.

The only good thing is that they will not be hurt by things in the underworld. Even if they fall or hit, they are often scattered on the ground. After a while, they can pick them up by themselves and put them together.

However, if bitten by other ghosts, it's different...

There was a tooth mark on the back of the young man's hand, and the pain was so painful that he forgot how painful it was, leaving only the impression of "that hurts" in his mind.

The unbearable pain of life made him escape from the town successfully under the pursuit of a group of ghosts.

There is a forest outside the town.

The young man in the T-shirt rushed forward, completely oblivious to the ghosts following him. After leaving the town, he slowed down and looked at the forest, as if cowering, not daring to move forward. .

Just when the young man was about to rush into the woods.

Suddenly, there was an explosion in the forest, and a big tree flew into the air and broke into several sections.

Then a young man in blue ancient costume, as light as a swallow, stepped on the treetops and galloped out.

Young man in t-shirt startled.

With a glance of his eyes, the young man in ancient costume seemed to have recognized that he was not the kind of ghost that would bite people. He grabbed the young man by the back collar with one hand, pulled him and ran away.

This is much faster than the young man in the T-shirt running by himself just now.

Because when the young man was dragged to run, his whole body was already floating in the air, and he barely moved his head, but he could only see the scenery behind the boy in ancient costume, so he quickly understood why the boy in ancient costume wanted to run away.

Because that forest, every tree in it, is now standing up from the ground, and the roots are like two strong and strong legs.

Those branches, like a hundred arms that grow randomly, have a big mouth and a rough human face on the trunk, chasing after them yelling.

"Mom!!!"

After the young man screamed, he suddenly calmed down.

"Hehe, boring, I must be dreaming, just wake up, just wake up, fell asleep at the manga show, I don't know if I will meet a kind young lady... Hehehe..."

He closed his eyes and grinned dryly with his white teeth, but he couldn't stop the cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt that his body was no longer floating in the air, and he was sitting on the ground.

"Okay, don't be afraid, this place is safe for now."

A gentle and clear youthful voice rang in his ears.

The young man in the T-shirt opened his eyes, and saw that this place seemed to be a forest, but the difference was that all the trees here had been cut down on the ground.

Some trees are placed in a mess, and some trees have been processed, and these trunks are placed horizontally among several wooden piles to form a wooden wall, which seems to be a fortification.

The place surrounded by wooden walls is a simple camp, so simple that there are no tents at all, just people sitting in twos and threes.

Oh, it should be "ghosts".

Looking at the expressions on the faces of these ghosts, they are quite lively, unlike those ghosts who laughed and screamed and chased and bit themselves, the young ghosts in T-shirts finally relaxed a little.

Then he looked at the blue-clothed boy next to him, and was startled: "You are that, that, Xiao Zhanzhao, no, it's Shi, Shi... Shi Xiaolong?!"

"What little dragon?"

The blue-clothed boy was puzzled, but he still smiled and said, "You've got the wrong person, my name is Yin Tianchou."

(End of this chapter)