I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 614 Return to the Ruins
Twelve years have passed since the Battle of Red Hill.

Twenty million living people were sent to the land of Qianyuan.

Taiyizong opened up land early on for the living people to recuperate, while the sect sent the descendants of the family without spiritual roots to be princes to manage each different living people's residence.

The pavilion is used as a high platform.

A person who looked like a man was reciting the scriptures quietly, the seals in his hands were constantly changing, accompanied by a long aura of spiritual energy, and a faint inspiration surrounded his side.

"Dong dong."

"Daoist, your fellow disciples are here to pay a visit."

The Taoist, who was slightly displeased, suddenly showed curiosity, and then murmured in surprise: "Could it be that what I have done has been completed?"

Lang Sheng: "Please."

The Taoist thought he should go by himself, and took two quick steps when he saw the tall and straight monk in a milky white robe with his hands behind his back, he hurriedly saluted and said, "I have seen you, brother."

The robed monk turned around and nodded, "Junior brother, I came here to collect taxes and check the account books under the order of the sect. Check whether there are any qi practitioners in the territory making trouble, whether there are records of children with spiritual roots, whether..."

Long story.

The age of the monk in the robe does not seem to be very old.

And that Taoist is about the age of standing, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, wearing a Taoist robe from the outer sect, he doesn't look like a high-spirited Taoist, but a charlatan.

The Taoist's name is Wu Daofu, a disciple of the Taiyi Sect's outer sect, and because of his hopeless cultivation, he was sent to be a local monk to protect the environment and the people.

If he wants to, he can also form a small family with branches and leaves.

"Ah, oh." Disappointment flashed in Daofu Wu's eyes. He thought it was the response to his operation, but he didn't expect it to be a senior from the Supervision Department.

Those who have reached the realm of practice are the first, regardless of his age, he is also a junior, unless he is a disciple of the same line, he does not value cultivation but only his own seniority, but he obviously has no way of the inner sect as an outer sect.

The robed monk took out a sealed bamboo tube from his sleeve and said, "By the way, someone asked me to give you a letter."

Daofu Wu was overjoyed and put it away: "Brother, please, the account books and taxes have already been prepared..."

A lot of work.

The robed monk took out the talisman and crossed it into a seal and pasted it on a box of tax revenue, and then put it into his own talisman.What is packed here is not precious things, but food from all over the world, collected and packaged by the descendants of the clan without spiritual roots.

Taiyizong controlled the land of Qianyuan and Yuan Dynasty, and had to balance the food in various places. There would always be natural and man-made disasters that needed to stabilize food prices and release food for disaster relief.

It can't be all paid by the sect, and the tax is collected according to the most common tax, but even such a common standard is much better than the life of ordinary people.

Counting it, the third Immortal Ascension Conference is approaching soon.

The monks from all over the world move around more frequently, and friction will inevitably occur, so the Zongmen specially chooses this time to weigh, which can be considered to appease the restlessness in various places.

……

"Shop, a pot of wine, a bowl of plain noodles."

A long sword was pressed against the table.

Sitting next to the mat robe was a young man in his early twenties. As soon as the young man stepped into the shed on a scorching summer day, the originally noisy and hot atmosphere seemed to subside, and even his voice was lowered a lot.

"Who is that?"

"Let's be a hero."

"There are still a lot of mortals like us who don't have spiritual roots. I heard that when you master martial arts, you can have the skills of an immortal master."

The young man turned a deaf ear to other people's comments, glanced at the long sword on the table, and patted the somewhat bulging bag at his waist. The mouth of the bag was tied tightly, as if to prevent something from escaping from it.

"Hey."

Grabbing it casually, and catching a small hand stretched out, the young man squinted his eyes and looked towards the corner: "Fellow Daoist, it would be disrespectful to let the kid steal my things."

The man in the gray robe in the corner raised his head: "The ten ghosts of Huishan disappeared overnight, you did it?!"

"Fellow Daoists want to stand up for them?"

The gray-robed man snorted coldly: "Taiyizong is too domineering, and you have caught all the Huishan ghosts for keeping themselves safe. If you don't give me an explanation, the little monk may not be able to get out of this inn tea shed."

The young man smiled: "Do you need me to tell you the details of the crimes, and advise you not to go into the muddy water."

"Threatening me? With you as a little monk in the middle stage of Qi training?" The gray-robed man was full of breath, obviously in the late stage of Qi training. He was about to use his means, but found a white light flashing in front of him.

The young man threw out the cloth bag at his waist and stored the gray-robed man's soul together, and then recalled the unsheathed flying sword.

"The Burning Eye Sword weighs three catties and five taels of money, a high-grade magic weapon, refined with my sect's secret method..."

The young man smiled indifferently, stood up and cupped his hands and said, "I'm really sorry for disturbing you all."

After making a bow, he left with his sword.

It is said that the flying sword is flying, but it is actually being dragged away by the flying sword, but ordinary people and quacks can't tell the difference. They just think that when they meet the fairy master today, they are so fast that they can't see the moves, only a white light flashes Then someone's head fell to the ground.

Flipping through the magic weapon bag of the ghost, the young man sighed: "After accepting the mission of the Zongmen, you can also sell the soul to the Zongmen in exchange for Lingshi. It really kills two birds with one stone."

Originally, the Zongmen didn’t have much demand for the Yin God. Ten years ago, I don’t know why the ancestor ordered that the Zongmen’s disciples must bring back their souls when they went out to perform tasks. contribute.

After so many years of catching, I have already caught all the ghosts around the sect, but I have no choice but to go farther.

There are more casual cultivators, wild cultivators, ghost cultivators and devil cultivators in distant places, and they are all very courageous. The sect's reputation is slightly weaker than those nearby, but it is also very useful, even if they are rarely beaten, let alone was killed.

But there will always be stunned young people who challenge authority, and at that time there will be foundation-building monks and even elders of Jindan.For so many years, he has only heard of elders making moves, but he has never seen any elders making moves.

Board the spirit boat.

Go to Dazhong Dacheng.If he wants to return to the sect, he needs to find a post station first, take a domesticated spirit beast to a small town to take a spirit boat, go to a large and medium city to take a large spirit boat to Yunjing, and then take a spirit boat to go back.

In short it is very convenient.

Because of the optimization of the route and the power of the large spirit boat, the travel time is not long.

If you want to say where the time was wasted, it was when he was walking on his own legs.It's a pity that his cultivation base is not high, and he doesn't have extra spirit stones, otherwise he would have to keep a spirit beast in captivity.

The cost of raising spirit beasts is not as good as improving one's own strength. If you can get lucky and build a foundation in the future, you will be able to fly on the clouds.

Hu Qi thought about how many spirit stones he could earn this trip, and how many resources he could win for himself, touched his chin and thought: "Why don't you stop the course of the 'Sword Jue' lecture hall first, so that you can save money?" A batch of spirit stones."

"No, no, no, without the sword art lecture hall, my swordsmanship can't surpass the level of fighting."

"The basics of the kung fu hall and the magic class are enough. This is the benefit of the sect, and there is no need to pay additional spirit stones."

"Why don't you withdraw the talisman making class, I really don't have that talent."

Hu Qi, who returned to the sect, went to the peak of the sect to pay the task, sold the ghosts collected in the bag, and got a total of 150 low-grade spirit stones, 230 meritorious deeds, the ticket for the spirit boat, and the running of the spirit beast. Miscellaneous expenses, a net profit of [-].

First exchange five bottles of Qi Condensation Pill, one bottle of Yinhun Pill, and three bottles of Bigu Pill.

Then go to Qifeng to repair the flying sword.In fact, there is nothing to repair, but the inscriptions on the top have become shallower, and it is re-burned, which costs 35 low-grade spirit stones.

"hiss!"

Hu Qi gasped, feeling very distressed, and he didn't know whether he felt sorry for his Lingshi or Feijian.

The spirit stones I just earned are worth seven to eighty eight.

Having said that, in fact, the Zongmen is cheaper in all aspects, much cheaper than outsiders, and the Zongmen can rest assured that they will not cut corners on the pills and magic tools they get.

The puppets in the law enforcement hall don't care whether they are walkers or deacons, they only recognize the law enforcement elders, and the monks in the law enforcement hall are also famous for their tough faces.

……

Xu Zhao rushed to the main hall, and the disciples in robes lifted up the vase sealed with talismans: "Master, the ghosts of this season have been collected, but it is not enough compared to previous years."

Taiyi, who was writing the copywriting, looked down slightly: "I know it for the teacher."

Over the past decade or so, so many ghosts have been caught that seeing ghosts is a rare thing now. Except for the ghost peak in the back mountain, there is not a single ghost in the sect.

And you can't kill without reason, this is not only a rule of practice, Taiyi himself can't pass the test in his heart.

Even if you are catching ghosts, you must distinguish clearly, lest your own ghosts be caught by disciples.

The Hall of Meritorious Merit will interrogate the matter. Once such a situation is found, or the disciples of the disciples kill without authorization for the sake of the ghosts, they will be punished by facing the wall, or their cultivation base will be abolished and expelled from the sect.

However, after more than ten years of accumulation, at least hundreds of thousands of ghosts have been captured. Although there are no outstanding ghosts, relying on the accumulation of numbers can make the dim main pole of the soul banner reappear red light.

"Go down." Taiyi waved his hand, motioning everyone to go down.

Take out the soul banner, slap open the vase containing the ghosts, and put all the ghosts in it into the soul banner.The main pole of the Zunhun Banner flashed red light like magma, and the light changed from weak to strong, and then from strong to weak.

And so on and on.

Taiyi walked out of the main hall and stood at the gate of the Jade Palace. He had a panoramic view of the nine peaks, and the 36 auxiliary peaks had begun to take shape.

Now Taiyizong really has the potential to rise.

After two rounds of Immortal Ascension Conference, most of the disciples of the first generation of Immortal Ascension Conference have grown up after more than 20 years, and those with good talents have built their foundations one after another and become the mainstay of the sect.

The disciples of the second generation of Immortal Ascension Assembly also stepped into practice.

In the land of Qianyuan, Taiyizong is the well-deserved overlord.

"Brother, when will you wake up?"

Taiyi sighed.

The prosperity of Taiyi Sect is based on Tu Shanjun's efforts. This is due to the elixir that Tu Shanjun has stored in those years, the Foundation Establishment Pill and the Yinhun Pill. These two alone have created an unknown number of Foundation Establishment monks.

……

"hold head high!"

Jiaolong roared.

A flood dragon soaring through the clouds and fog screamed: "Hide and hide, come out if you have the ability!"

Jiaolong is like a loach caught in a big net, surrounded by rampant soldiers and ghost generals.

There are many mountains and mountains, and the dark clouds gather to form a black sea. Those Yin gods are like tireless machines, which are melted into the clouds after being crushed by the dragon.

"The old man knows, you are manipulating this!"

After fighting tirelessly for 12 years, even Venerable Huashen felt tired, even tired, so tired that he could fall asleep, but unfortunately he couldn't.

Because he dare not.

Moments of desperation with no way out reminded him that he couldn't sleep.

"Are you looking for me?"

A somewhat ethereal and hoarse voice sounded indifferently.

Wearing a black robe.

Frantic red hair fell over his shoulders.

And that familiar smile.

(End of this chapter)