Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 151 One Year Later
The Zhongzhou Continent has been the center of luck for the human race since ancient times.

Beizhou, which is a distance away from Zhongzhou in the wasteland of yellow sand, has strange geomantic omens, dense primeval forests, is good at raising ghosts, and has many monsters.

Different from the demon sect of the Gu country in Xizhou, it is the place where many demons occupy.

Monsters are divided into three categories: monsters, ghosts, and monsters.

800 years ago, in the place where immortals and demons fought, many monks fell here. It can be said that corpses are scattered all over the place. A hundred years later, Beizhou has become the old land of monsters. The place occupied by the Northern Wolf Empire is just Beizhou. a small part.

Monsters are similar to ghosts. Some of them are formed after death, while others are naturally formed and born from unknown Huangquan.

The people of the northern wolf have always been eroded by monsters, and the monsters will erupt every few years.

This is the reason why the Northern Wolf Empire has been eyeing it, intending to go south.

Zhongzhou has the protection of the immortal sect, but Beizhou has nothing, and the strength of the monks is much worse than that of the Zhongzhou sect.

In Beizhou, half of it is a towering and strong city wall, and the other half is a dark primitive jungle. It is sparsely populated and looks very dangerous. Only monks are eligible to enter and explore.

A big clear yellow river flows at the junction of the two, and at the end of the river, the flow is gentle, stretching as far as the eye can see, like a lakeside.

This river is called "Huangquan".

It is rumored that the underworld springs from the [-]th floor of hell and turns into a river, giving birth to many monsters, making the number of monsters here more and more.

At this moment, the surface of the river was "gurgling" bubbling, and a pale hand stretched out from the river.

Then the whole body, with a "crash", the figure escaped directly.

A man was naked, with no clothes on, standing in the air.

Soon a demonic wind blew, stirring the leaves in the surrounding jungle, and the purple demonic energy gathered into a lacquered purple robe, covering his body.

The man is tall and straight, looks extremely young, handsome and free and easy, with a powerful aura on his body, but the pair of eyes are inexplicably vicissitudes and deep, with a maturity that does not match this age.

The young man landed slowly, with an angry face, and said in a deep voice:
"Damn Wuji Immortal Sect, wait for me. Sooner or later, I will cut off your inheritance. Master Wuji, no matter how high your cultivation level is, it doesn't matter how high your cultivation base is. This seat has reached its limit, so why not you? This seat has to see Let's see if you fall first, or I, Chu Youming, sit down first."

The identity of the young man was none other than the Old Nether Devil whose body had been exterminated by Master Wuji.

Although his physical body is dead, his Nascent Soul and spirit are still intact. The Formless Magic Art allows him to have multiple substitutes. If he does not find out all his substitutes, it is impossible for him to die.

Ever since he was suppressed by Master Wuji, his substitute has awakened.

It's just that it takes a lot of time to adapt to the new physical body, and this is also the period of time when the strength is the weakest.

He stayed here until the moment his cultivation was restored.

No one in the world could have imagined that Old Demon Nether would actually place his double in the most dangerous place in the Yellow Springs of Beizhou.

This is also one of his several hiding places.

Back then, he took away a beloved disciple of an ancestor of the immortal sect, and it was here that he escaped the pursuit of the five great ancestors all over the world.

"This body is still a heavenly spirit root. I forgot that it was snatched hundreds of years ago. The body was eaten away by corpse-eating insects."

Old Demon Youming glanced at the nibbling marks on his arm, shook his head, and stopped being entangled.

"Forget it, let's make do with it, and change to another pair when the time comes, my boy, I'm going to order your body!"

Zhao Huai's face appeared in his mind, and he said bitterly.

He has been sneaking for thousands of years, and rarely overturns. Zhao Huai is one of the few guys who let him fall.

The other party actually has a substitute!

My momentary negligence actually let him run away, what a shame and humiliation!
The ghost old devil became more and more angry.

At this time, there was movement in the jungle.

Groups of eyes glowed with green fire, shaking slightly in the darkness.

Soon, a pale skull poked out, with a bony body and bone spurs all over its arms.

This is actually a pair of skeletons that can move!
However, there are not just one skeleton man like this, but hundreds of them.

A mass of green fire sloshes through the forest.

"It's these bastards again." Old Demon Nether snorted coldly, as if he had gotten used to it, and didn't pay attention to these skeletons.

With a wave of his hand, the magic wind swept away.

Hundreds of skeletons were instantly shattered, and the bones were scattered all over the ground.

But before it was over, a pair of jumping red eyes appeared, with a much stronger aura, bathed in darkness, and tall, reaching ten meters.

At the same time, a large amount of evil spirit gathered from all directions.

"Ding Ding!"

The crisp sound of bells rang in the dark forest.

"Here again, these ghosts and monsters are really tireless."

The Nether old devil curled his lips and said.

Giant skeletons, suspended ghost sedan chairs, and flickering black shadows appeared one by one in the field of vision.

"Ghost King?"

The moment he saw the ghost sedan chair, even Old Demon Nether had to look serious.

There are six classes of ghosts: little ghosts, red-clothed ghosts, green-faced ghosts, purple-bodied ghosts, and black-eyed ghost kings.

Corresponding to the six realms of monks.

This ghost king can correspond to the realm of transforming gods.

If the strength has not been damaged, Old Demon Nether is not afraid, and he can suppress it casually.

But after seizing the house, his cultivation only recovered half of its original level.

You can, but you don't have to.

"Forget it, it's time to leave this place."

The Old Demon Nether didn't stay any longer, turned into a streak of purple magic smoke, and fled away directly.

The ghost sedan chair and giant skeleton below had no intention of chasing after them, but went straight to the depths of the underworld.

On the sky, Old Demon Nether cast a glance at the monsters and monsters in the forest, and asked in confusion, "These ghosts gather for a while every once in a while, why is that?"

Although he is a demon cultivator, he has nothing to do with monsters, and he doesn't understand them. It has absolutely nothing to do with them.

If he kills his people, the monsters will not pay attention to him, and if the monsters eat people, he will not care, and the well water does not violate the river water.

But soon he shook his head.

What the devil does is none of his business.

His body flew quickly, across the sky, and came to the border of the Northern Wolf Empire.

A mountain peak just appeared in front of my eyes, and there were still people on it, including many women.

It should be a sect.

But to be able to open in such a place, it should not be an orthodox sect, but a demonic sect.

But Old Demon You Ming didn't care, his pale and handsome face suddenly smiled wickedly.

He adjusted his expression a bit, trying to make himself look more graceful.

On the ground, several beautiful women were flying in the mountains. When they saw Old Demon Nether, they all showed surprised expressions.

But did not escape.

"Hello girls."

Old Demon Youming greeted with a smile.

"Presumptuous! This is the territory of the Heavenly Demon Palace. Anyone who steps into it will be a death penalty. Leave quickly!"

The woman in the purple skirt who was the leader couldn't feel the aura of the young man in front of her, her complexion changed, and she reminded him coldly.

Old Demon Youming raised his eyebrows and said, "The Heavenly Demon Palace? Is it the head of the extremely formidable demon sect? I travel all over the world, no matter if it's a person from the immortal sect or a demon sect. As long as I want to kill anyone, I can kill them all." , not to mention, this is just a branch of the Heavenly Demon Palace?"

He has just left the customs and needs a lot of supplements to restore his strength.

It's hard to find spiritual things in the world, but women are everywhere, so it's also a good choice.

After speaking, I immediately planned to do it.

At this moment, a faint voice sounded: "Chu Youming, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are still like this, shameless."

With a very dissonant voice, Old Demon Youming's face became gloomy. His consciousness spread out, and he found a secret mansion shrouded in mist above the Lingfeng Peak, with a pool of blood in front of the door.

"Miao Zan, Miu Zan, since you are on duty here, then I will let them go for now."

The appearance of a blood-colored monster suddenly appeared in the mind of Old Demon Youming, and he turned around and slipped away with a laugh.

In the past, he might be able to fight, but now, forget it.

"Old friends meet, don't you want to sit down?"

The voice in the secret palace said indifferently.

"Sit on a ghost, you know the blood-sucking guy."

Old Demon Nether turned into a streamer of light and was about to leave.

However, a bloody head flew out of the secret mansion, and shot towards it with a sharp whistling sound.

Thousands of hundreds of red silk threads were drawn from the bloody head, overwhelmingly pressing towards Old Demon Nether.

"Great, the Lord of the Tenth Palace has made a move."

The woman in the purple skirt who was watching the battle from the sky said in surprise.

You must know that there are 36 palaces in the Tianmo Palace, but not every sub-house has a palace master. As long as there is a palace master sitting in the sub-house, it is absolutely unshakable, because every palace master is a great power in the world, with a cultivation base Bottomless.

The old demon Nether looked at the red thread behind him, and was about to trap himself.

His eyes froze, he took something out of the void, and a purple gourd appeared in his hand.

Opening the bottle, clusters of strange purple mist poured out.

Ziwu turned into a big hand, grabbing the silk thread, trying to break free.

"call out!"

At this moment, the bloody head that looked like a shooting star rushed over and hit Old Demon You Yin's body.

"puff!"

Make him spit out a mouthful of blood.

The old demon Nether's expression became weak, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Xue Tu, what on earth are you trying to do!"

In the secret mansion, a figure shrouded in blood mist escaped in front of Old Demon Nether, and said indifferently:
"Master wants to see you."

"Owner?"

Old Demon Nether was stunned for a moment.

The master of Tianmo Palace, that is
Devil?

The devil sees him?
"run!"

This was the first reaction of Old Demon Nether.

The matter of the devil is definitely not a good thing.

The body turned into a cloud of purple smoke, which was about to dissipate.

The blood mist figure swiped with five fingers, and Zi Yan immediately gathered again.

"You can't leave. Today's bureau is specially set up for you."

The blood mist figure said coldly, then crushed the teleportation talisman.

A whirlwind.

The Nether old devil came to a dark space.

The sky here is blood red, there is a red moon hanging high, and a large number of temples are arranged between the mountains.

It's amazing that there is such a place in this world.

The eyelids of Old Demon Nether couldn't help but twitch.

It is said that no one knows where the headquarters of Tianmo Palace is.

Now he is here.

The blood mist figure grabbed Old Nether Demon and came to a black tile hall.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see two rows of statues on the left and right.

Tall and majestic, tens of meters high, with different shapes and postures.

The statue of Sirius howling, the statue of playing the piano and covering his ears, and the statue of man-eating demon.
In the end, they came to an open magic mountain, with intricate formations all over the mountain.

"Master, people have brought it."

The figure of blood mist came to the door of the magic mountain and bowed.

"Whoa!"

Old Demon Nether heard the sound of the chain being pulled.

An extremely hoarse and deep voice sounded:
"Where are the descendants of Yanzu?"

It is very direct, without any politeness or wordiness, and hits the topic directly.

Old Demon Nether looked at the blood mist next to him, with doubts in his eyes, as if he had many questions.

"Call back quickly."

The blood mist figure didn't mean to explain, and said coldly.

"I do not know either."

The Nether Old Demon muttered, reluctantly speaking.

He was really unlucky, he didn't read the almanac when he went out, and everything went wrong.

He has always been the one who presses others, where is anyone coerced?
"Oh? I don't know if I don't know, I will feed him to the magic dragon."

The voice in the magic mountain said coldly.

"Yes!"

The blood mist figure lifted the old devil Youming's body and was about to walk out.

Old Demon You Ming was taken aback, with cold sweat all over his back, he said hastily:

"I was also tricked by that kid. I don't know what method he used to hide his luck. Give me time, give me time, and I will definitely find it!"

"I am like this now because of him. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be hurt like this by the ancestor of Wuji Immortal Sect."

"You don't have much time, Xue Tu, you keep an eye on him, and you must find the ancestor artifact"

The voice in the Magic Mountain was very cold, and there was no sound after speaking, as if falling into a deep sleep again.

The blood mist figure got the order, turned to the Nether old devil and said: "This descendant of Great Yan is different from those of previous dynasties. He has the awakened blood of Yan Zu in his body, so Yan Zu's ancestor artifact is in his hands. It’s not small, the Heavenly Demon Palace will help you, but I hope you don’t find the wrong person and mess things up.”

"clear."

Hearing that, Old Demon Nether secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

It turned out that he was asking for his own help. With this posture, he thought that his life was in danger.

After all, it was the people from Tianmo Palace who were eyeing the ancestor artifact.

If they step in, it won't prevent them from getting the ancestor artifact.

It's not a bad deal either.

It's just that what makes him curious is.

What is the cultivation level of the Demon Lord, and why has he been in a deep sleep?

Could it be that the Demon Lord was sealed here?

In other words, is there any enmity between Yanzu and the Demon Lord?
He thought about it, but he didn't come to a conclusion, so he could only give up.

The grievances and grievances of hundreds of years can't be sorted out, can't be sorted out.
Time flies, one year later.

The Great Yan in the south formed a rivalry with the Great Xia and Beilang in the north. There were no national wars, and there were only minor fights.

Throughout the year, the three maintained a delicate balance.

The Great Xia empress was wise and mighty, and it took only half a year to resume production in the north, gradually regaining the lost land, and reappearing peace and prosperity.

It's just that the ten states in the northern border can't get it back for the time being, and they face the risk of the northern wolf going south at any time.

At the same time there are eight months.

The empress announced that there would be no more morning courts.

All important matters can be decided by one person and sent to the palace.

This made many ministers confused and did not understand the reason.

Dayan in the south has been sharpening its knives in order to recover.

It is worth noting that the disciples of Xianmen appear more frequently in the secular world, but their traces are heading towards Beizhou. Most of the monks don't know what happened.

In the peaceful time of Zhongzhou, many monsters also hid and never appeared again.

The Raven Sect has revived, appearing in both the north and the south at the same time, with a huge momentum.

The strange thing is that there was no news about Prince Dayan, who was born a year ago and led the restoration of Dayan, who was responsible for the fate of the country.

There are still many monks who pay attention to this matter. The name of Prince Dayan is not only spread in the world, but also famous among the immortals.

The monks inquired from the gossip that this Prince Yan was different from the previous ones.

It is the one who bears the true blood of Yanzu, a talent and evildoer, comparable to the true biography of the immortal sect.

The world-famous Prince Yan has not heard anything during this year.

He behaved very low-key, not knowing what he was doing.

Nanyu Prefecture.

Yantang Manor.

The manor's house is quite large, looking at the rockery and waterfalls in the distance, tall and straight bamboos, gurgling streams, and clear birdsong.

Every flower and grass, every brick and stone here are unique.

In the house, there are famous paintings on the four walls, elegant and uninhibited, and the black stone on the ground is polished, and the light can shine on people.

A precious mirror is floating in the air.

Suddenly, the light flickered.

A man in a white robe appeared in the room with a smile on his face.

"It's finally out."

Zhao Huai worked his muscles and bones, and made a "crackling" sound.

This year, he spent most of his time practicing.

Alchemy, practice, rest.

Back and forth.

All affairs of Dayan are handed over to the people below.

Therefore, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds.

Came to the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen.

The number of tempering revolutions also came to the seventh time.

Congealing pill seven turns.

Meridians, bones, internal organs, turned into gold.

A phantom of a golden core has already appeared in Qihai.

Now as long as he thinks, he can break through to the Golden Core Realm at any time.

On the surface, he has practiced for one year, but in fact he will have another year or so.

If it weren't for the limited spirit stones, he could stay in the small world and practice every day.

You can only practice a few hours a day.

Now in the Foundation Establishment Realm, he is an invincible existence.

There is no one who is an opponent of the low-rank Golden Core cultivator.

Except that he didn't condense the real golden core, he was basically no different from a golden core monk.

It's just that it took him three months to stagnate at the seventh revolution, and he could no longer improve.

It seems to have reached the end.

Turn [-] is right in front of you.

As long as you reach the eighth rank, you can become a myth in the world of cultivating immortals today.

As far as he knows, there is currently no eighth-turn golden elixir in the world of cultivating immortals.

He will be the first.

"Your Highness, you have finally left the customs."

A gentle voice sounded.

Zhao Huai looked up and found that it was Song Zhishu.

I haven't seen Song Zhishu for a year, his beard has grown a lot, and his appearance has matured a lot.

Looks like he can stand on his own now.

"Your Highness, the woman you have been looking for for a long time, in the past six months, I finally have a clue."

Song Zhishu cupped his hands and said.

"Any news about Madam?"

Hearing this, Zhao Huai's eyes lit up, and he said with shortness of breath.

ps: Promoting progress and officially entering the mid-term.

(End of this chapter)