I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 980 Planting Trees

Shou He went to deal with paperwork, and his wife went into the kitchen to cook dinner.

Tu Shanjun was leaning on a rattan chair holding a scroll.

Think carefully.

This matter was handled a little roughly. It's not that there was a problem with the reason for approaching it, but that we shouldn't have been so eager to get the other party to agree.

It is always difficult to ask others to do things for you in this world. Only when others ask you for help can you take the initiative and make the other party more convinced and willing.

Although Tushan Jun knew that something bad would most likely happen here, King Hui of Qi was not aware of it.

If he did not comply and instead reported it to the emperor, it would cause more trouble.

"We should be cautious in everything we say and do."

Tu Shanjun clutched the scroll and lowered his voice.

There are many things that cannot be explained clearly to others, and even if you do, no one will understand.

Even if Tushan Jun told King Hui directly that the world was changing and that if they could exchange interests, he would give the West Mountain to him and he would protect him, King Hui would not be convinced. It would not be as good as using the color of gods and ghosts.

“It’s a little rough, but it’s still progress.”

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

He gradually understood some of the wisdom of the higher cultivators.

There are many things that you cannot and should not be involved in.

……

A large temple was built on the West Mountain.

It is like a temple or a monastery, different from ordinary Taoist temples and Buddhist temples. It looks more like a palace.

This palace covers a huge area, enclosing half of the Western Hills. The Western Hills were originally controlled by King Hui, so he could do whatever he wanted. The only problem was that there were censors in the court who impeached him.

King Hui ignored it.

He just listened to the complaints of those scholars and continued to repair his hall.

In less than a month, with King Hui providing gold and silver to pave the way, the temple was nearing completion.

There are five halls inside and ten interconnected pavilions outside.

Standing not far from the gate of the temple, with servants holding umbrellas to block out the blazing sun, Yuan Mu sighed, "Alas, born in a royal family, I know too much, but I am trapped in it. I look down on this and that. I don't want to go to small families, and I can't even reach the threshold of large sects..."

“What a beautiful sight!”

“It’s a good sight.”

"But there is still a lack of ..."

"But what?"

Yuan Mu frowned.

He was just about to see who was so bold as to answer while he was talking to himself.

Just as he was about to scold the guard, he heard a word from that ethereal but somewhat hoarse voice.

"We are missing a temple priest."

Yuan Mu suddenly felt a chill coming from behind.

"Bold."

The attendant shouted angrily.

"shut up!"

Yuan Mu hurriedly stopped him and turned his stiff neck to look for the sound. He saw a tall and strong man in a black and red robe and iron cloud boots walking slowly towards him.

The man's long dark red hair was extremely eye-catching.

Her long hair was tied up casually, looking quite unruly.

At first Yuan Mu didn't dare to recognize him, but as he saw the other person getting closer, he couldn't pretend anymore and asked tremblingly, "Are you?"

"I am the temple priest here." The tall man answered with a bow.

Seeing the other party admit it, Yuan Mu let out a sigh of relief.

He was afraid that he would not be able to meet the real owner.

Yuan Mu bowed and said, "Please do as you please, sir."

The tall red-haired young man returned the greeting and said, "If there is anything important, you can come to the Yama Temple to see it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall red-haired young man walked towards the temple. With a wave of his hand, a breeze blew over, and dozens of red-turbaned strongmen followed him and spontaneously repaired the unfinished temple.

A few moments.

Those scattered laborers and craftsmen who were still there were also asked to leave.

King Hui Yuanmu, who was standing at the door, looked at the old Taoist priest beside him and asked solemnly, "Master Zhang, what can you see?"

The old Taoist priest's turbid eyes flashed with divine light.

He said in a deep voice: "Unfathomable."

The old Taoist priest couldn't see the tall young man clearly at all. He stood there like an invisible abyss.

There was a faint voice in his heart telling him that if he used his magic eye to take a look, he would most likely be completely swallowed up by the abyss and become dust that dissipated in the world.

After hearing what the old Taoist priest said, Yuan Mu was no longer nervous.

No matter who the other person is, he is now his backer.

I just hope this Lord Yama becomes as powerful as possible.

"Go home."

Yuan Mu considered how to get a promise from Lord Yama, but was afraid of offending Gao Xiu.

At least you have to know which sect or school the other person belongs to before you can start a conversation with him.

Thinking of the rejection of the Buddhist disciple from Xiao Xitian, Yuan Mu's heart was shrouded in gloom and displeasure again.

After getting on the carriage, Yuan Mu looked at the old Taoist unwillingly and asked, "Master Zhang, is it true that I have no chance to join those big sects? Although Taoism and the Western Paradise are very ancient, shouldn't they be more open-minded?"

Zhang Zhenren smiled awkwardly, cupped his hands and said, "With your talent, you can cultivate into a golden elixir after you leave the forbidden land and convert your blood into mana. But your age is old, and you don't have a Taoist body. Otherwise, you should have been taken away by those people when you were ten years old."

"If you don't enter the Dao Sect, or go to the Western Paradise, there must be one among the other ancient sects..."

Yuan Mu sighed, "The Hehuan Sect and the Beast Taming Sect are both ancient and huge, but I... would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. It would be better for me to join a mediocre big sect and become a true disciple."

The entry thresholds to the Hehuan Sect and the Beast Taming Sect are not high, but they have no future at all.

Even these two cannot receive the true teachings, let alone the Ancient Immortal Tower and the Wanfa Sect.

In fact, Yuan Mu wanted to join the Wanfa Sect.

Although I heard that the Wanfa Sect was not passed down from ancient times, it actually reached its peak in modern times.

Even Taoism and the Western Paradise give face to the Wanfa Sect.

The old Taoist priest had a complicated expression.

He doesn't even dare to hope for these top giants.

Among the five worlds, Middle-earth is the most powerful, and the names of these forces are even more famous in Middle-earth.

Even though people born in Yuanyang Territory are extremely talented, there are only a handful of people who can become the true disciples of those top forces.

It can only be said that Yuan Mu has not yet embarked on the path of cultivation, and has no intuitive feeling about the people on the immortal road.

Yuan Mu now only looked at the man who called himself "King Yan" with awe, thinking that he had a safe way out, but he had no idea how terrifying that man was. When Taoist Zhang saw the man for the first time, he felt an extraordinary temperament from the tall red-haired young man.

... After commanding the red-turbaned warriors to complete the final repairs, Tushan Jun stood on the bluestone bricks of the largest palace, the Yama Palace, and looked at the clay sculpture sitting upright in the shrine.

The clay sculpture is about three meters high.

He was wearing a black imperial robe and a crown on his head.

The beaded curtain covered part of her face.

Tushan Jun didn't know what appearance he should make, so he simply covered the unfinished appearance with a ball of clear air. Anyway, there were no devout men and women coming to burn incense and worship him, so any face would do.

Even if there is only a cloud of clear air swirling there, it would be fine to just provide a rough cover.

evening.

"Is everything packed, ma'am?"

Shou He rushed back from the county government office in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to change his official uniform.

I saw Bu Zanghua counting the number of boxes.

"Officer."

"Pack up and leave."

"Brother Zhao is waiting at the door with his men."

"Let's go now."

Zhao Qingyi heard the call and led the warriors of Qingyi Building into the courtyard. They carried four or five large boxes onto the carriage. He stood aside and talked excitedly with Shou He: "Brother, you haven't been to the temple yet, right? It's huge, standing at the foot of the West Mountain, covering half of the wall. My small courtyard was too narrow to accommodate brothers. Now it's spacious and lonely."

"Go for a walk."

"Let's go now!"

The team came and went quickly.

With the help of unicorns and horses, they moved from Wanning County to the Xishan Temple in just half an hour.

Shou He was really shocked.

Then he thought that the time he spent in the yamen had increased from less than a quarter of an hour to half an hour, and he didn't know whether this was fortunate or unfortunate. In short, at least he didn't have to worry about saving money to build a temple or a golden statue for the old immortal, as someone had already done these tasks for him.

After settling down, the stars were already sparse.

Standing in front of the vast land of the small temple behind the mountain, Tushan Jun flipped his palm, took out a blood-colored pill and handed it to Shou He.

"What is this, old immortal?"

"The Divine Blood Pill refined using the Blood Path should be enough to support me in setting up the formation."

Tu Shanjun glanced at Shou He. Even without the Divine Blood Pill, one could still use the warrior's surging blood and energy to attack, but that would undoubtedly overdraw potential, and in severe cases it would affect the foundation and lifespan.

With the divine blood pill as a guarantee, Tushan Jun himself can at least take action briefly.

Even if there is only one or two breaths of time, my strength is enough to arrange everything.

"Hold your breath!"

"Sacrifice the Honored Soul Banner."

Shou He took out the soul flag from his sleeve.

As the qi and blood surged, the three-foot soul flag turned into a ten-foot long one.

The dark blue banner hung down, like a door leading to an unknown abyss.

"Take the pill."

Shou He took the pill without hesitation.

As the divine blood pill entered his stomach, Shou He immediately felt an endless amount of energy bursting out from his lungs and flowing through his limbs and bones.

thump.

dong dong.

The war drums are beating.

Like a war song from a distant sky.

Shou He circulated his blood meridians, trying his best to suppress the blood and qi dragon in his body, and his opened eyes burst into a surging blood light.

Then he saw the tall figure standing not far away gradually disappear, and the Zunhun Banner standing in front of him stretched out a slender ghost hand that was pale and glowed green.

A little ghost hand.

Ten small banners were placed on ten pavilions.

The five fingers suddenly broke apart.

There are five large halls integrated into the interior.

"cover!"

At the moment when the hoarse whisper like an emperor rang out, the dark blue banner completely replaced the sky above.

An illusory figure walked in this world.

Fangs opened.

It was as if the planet was spit out by him. The weak planet could not see anything else, only a towering ancient tree occupied everything.

When the ancient tree was about to fall to the ground, the Five Elements Light burst out from the Five Directions Hall and rotated to form a huge Yin-Yang millstone.

The ten direction flags turned into ten bright pearls that were inlaid on the edge of the Yin-Yang Grinding Wheel. The ten bright pearls lit up one by one and differentiated into ten chains connecting the inside and the outside.

The Yin-Yang millstone hangs behind the ancient tree, covering up all the colors.

The ancient peach tree seemed to sense something, and its roots, which were originally tangled in the mountains, stretched out.

"fall!"

Boom!

The mountain soil was swept away by the black wind.

The ancient peach tree finally fell to the ground.

As soon as it took root, when the Yin-Yang millstones slowly disappeared, the divine light unique to the sacred tree disappeared.

It seems as if the tree rooted here is just an ordinary three-meter-tall tree.

The illusory figure flicked his finger.

The dark blue flag was retracted, and the ten-foot-long soul flag returned to its three-foot shape.

Shou He, who was already unable to hold on, took another magic blood pill.

The illusory figure standing in front of him disappeared, and was replaced by a tall, red-haired young man.

Putting his palm on the top of his head, he said in a deep voice: "The effect of the Divine Blood Pill is infinite, but it's a pity that the road ahead of Qi and Blood Martial Arts... has not been extended yet, otherwise it would be possible to make further progress by observing the changes in the world."

"have a rest."

Cool your fingers a little.

How long does he live? His snoring sounds like thunder.

Tu Shanjun, standing in front of the ancient tree, looked back at the formation that matched the temple and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, this formation is enough to cover up the glow of the magic medicine."

Then he looked at the magical peach medicine.

Like the leaves of a dying autumn, they are full of green.

"what?"

late.