I am the only real fairy in the world

Chapter 162
Small town, small shop entrance.

Two men are chatting.

"Old Zhao, do you know the Taoist Lord Huangshan?"

"Of course I know. Everyone in the town is talking about evil spirits appearing in the town, and Taoist Huangshan went down the mountain to kill demons."

"Isn't that right, let me tell you, I was at the scene at the time, and saw with my own eyes that Taoist Huangshan summoned the five-clawed golden dragon, then summoned Asura, and finally summoned four gods. The top of the ghost’s head was breathing, and then I don’t know what happened, but there seems to be no “ghost covering the eyes” at the hotel, it must be Huangshan Daojun who beat the evil ghost to ashes!”

The two didn't talk for a while.

Another grandma came to buy salt, and when she heard the conversation between the two, she groaned, "Isn't that right, I also saw it at the time, the Daoist God of Huangshan is really powerful, such a terrifying evil spirit has surrendered. "

Old Zhao wondered: "Hey, I am a native of Huangshan, why have I never heard of such a powerful god as the Taoist of Huangshan?"

Lao Lin, who was talking to him at the beginning, said: "The real gods help the world, how can they care about these false names? Maybe there were no disasters in Huangshan before, so the Taoist Lord never showed his holiness in front of people. This time, it is estimated that the evil ghost did too much. Daojun was angered, so Daojun went down the mountain to eliminate the demon."

Grandma nodded vigorously in agreement, "Yes, this is a real god, I am going to find someone to draw a portrait of the Taoist Lord and put it at home as an offering."

……

in the hotel.

Cheng Cheng and Li Ming were also chatting about this matter.

Cheng Cheng said with admiration: "The Taoist Lord Huangshan is really powerful."

Li Ming sighed and said, "That's right, that evil spirit was so powerful that he was wiped out by the Taoist Lord."

"Hey, isn't your home near Huangshan Mountain? Why have you never heard of Huangshan Daojun, a god with boundless magic power?" Cheng Cheng asked curiously.

Li Mingxin said that it was also the first time I knew of the existence of the Taoist Lord Huangshan, how could I tell you about the Lord's deeds?
It's not just them talking about it.

Throughout the entire hotel, there are conversations.

A middle-aged man who was obviously a tourist asked. "Hey, boss, where is the Taoist Lord Huangshan enshrined? I want to burn some incense after dinner later."

The boss, Abin, looked puzzled, "I don't know, I haven't heard of any Taoist temple or temple dedicated to the Taoist Lord of Huangshan."

It happened that a female waiter in her 40s came forward, and she said, "I know, it's at the foot of the mountain."

A Bin was startled, "Over there at the foot of the mountain? Why don't I know."

The waiter gave him a blank look, and chirped and said: "The construction at the foot of the mountain has been going on for more than a year, and it seems to be to build a dojo for Huangshan Daojun. Although the dojo has not been built yet, I heard that the Taoist statue has moved in long ago. In the past, Bai... Bai went to a hotel. There used to be a Taoist temple there, and now the hotel has been changed back to a Taoist temple. I had a look at the door before, because I saw the two gods enshrined. I don’t know each other, so I didn’t go in. Thinking about it now Don't you feel sorry for patting your thighs when you get up, it turns out that the Taoist Lord of Huangshan is so powerful and boundless."

The waiter was pretty good at talking, and said a long paragraph in one breath.

Not only did the people in the restaurant not interrupt her to serve the food quickly, but even their eyes lit up when they heard it.

"I know where it is!"

"Let's burn incense to Taoist Lord after dinner and ask for blessings."

"Yes, the Taoist Lord has shown his sanctity to kill demons and eliminate demons. He must be a very spiritual fairy. I'm going to burn incense and worship."

More than 100 diners in the restaurant said so one after another.

Especially A Bin, the hotel owner, recalled the existence of the "evil ghost" statue in the inner courtyard, and wondered whether he should go to the Daojun Palace and ask for a portrait of Huangshan Daojun to suppress the "evil ghost".

restaurant!

small store!
Gas station!
Almost every place in the town where people are chatting.

Many tourists said that they would go to Huangshan Daojun Palace to offer incense to Daojun.

In addition, more locals are thinking of taking a portrait of Huangshan Daojun from Daojun Palace to worship at home.

……

Huangshan Daojun Palace.

Abbot Zheng Xian kept walking around the hall with his hands behind his back.

He had a frown on his face, it's fine if there are no believers in the temple to burn incense and worship God, but no one will come this Ching Ming Festival, won't the temple be over sooner or later?

He waited at the door from morning to noon, but no one came to burn incense.

This made Zheng Xian feel cold to the bottom of the valley.

It can't go on like this!
But the palace lord is not worried at all!

Zheng Xian was so anxious that he turned around.

The same was true of the fifteen Taoist priests in the temple. Seeing that no one came to burn incense and worship God during the Ching Ming Festival, they were all very anxious.

"You said no one came to burn incense, will our temple be unable to operate?"

"Nonsense, if there is no economic income, it will definitely not be able to operate."

"Hey, if one day the temple doesn't have the money to issue single scriptures, what will we do?"

"What else can I do? I must be 'fired'."

"Obviously our palace lord is a true immortal, but there are no believers. I really don't understand."

However, at the moment when everyone was worried about the prospect of the palace, several footsteps came from outside the door.

"Correct!"

"right here!"

"It is true that Taoist Lord is enshrined here, let's go in and burn incense to pay homage to Taoist Lord."

Between the words, ten or twenty people rushed in from outside.

"Why so many people?"

"what's the situation?"

"Aren't you here to demolish our temple?"

A group of Taoist priests didn't hear what the group of people said clearly, and they were all shocked.

Zheng Xian didn't know what to do, so he stepped forward and asked weakly: "Everyone, laymen, what do you want?"

The leading middle-aged man said with a smile on his face: "I want to offer incense to the Taoist Lord, and by the way, I would like to invite a portrait of the Taoist Lord to worship at home."

Zheng Xian was dumbfounded, "You...you not only want to offer incense to the Taoist Lord, but also invite the gods to go back and worship?"

The middle-aged man hasn't answered yet.

A middle-aged and elderly woman in her 50s next to her interjected, "Me too, Taoist priest, what is the procedure for asking God? Do you want to donate money? It's okay, just tell me how much it is, I have plenty of money."

Another young woman opened her mouth and asked, "Is it possible to eat vegetarian food here? I used to go to the Buddhist temple to eat vegetarian food three or five times a year. Since the Taoist Lord Huangshan is so spiritual, I think I will come to Taoist Palace to eat vegetarian food and recite Taoist scriptures in the future to purify my soul."

So many people say so!

Zheng Xian and the other fifteen Taoist priests were so dazed that they didn't understand what happened.

However, when people come to burn incense and worship and invite gods, they definitely have to guide them.

Zheng Xian hurriedly ordered the Taoist priests to lead the pilgrims to burn incense, and then sent people to get the portrait of the Taoist monarch that had been drawn earlier to those who wanted to invite the gods.

At the beginning, the portraits that were prepared before were barely enough.

However, there are more and more follow-ups, and there are so many people who want to invite God, there are not enough portraits.

Zheng Xian had no choice but to come out and apologize to those pilgrims in person, saying that there must be a portrait of the Taoist Lord or even a sculpture of a god next time.

The group of pilgrims stopped making noise.

This busy is an afternoon.

When the temple was about to close, Zheng Xian finally couldn't help it, and asked a grandmother in her 60s to ask about the situation.

That grandma is a local. She came to make an appointment to pray to God tomorrow morning. Hearing Zheng Xian's question, she explained in detail what happened at noon today.

Only then did Zheng Xian and the fifteen Taoist priests in the temple know what was going on.

When Grandma was around, everyone was still relatively calm.

But when the gate of the temple closed, the Taoist priests were all in an uproar.

"The palace lord has manifested again?"

"I'll go. The palace master is too awesome. First, he appeared in the air to persuade the two heavenly master's mansions to make peace, and now he is killing demons and demons in the town?"

"You're not talking nonsense, the palace master is a true immortal, isn't it normal to be awesome?"

"We must serve the palace lord well, maybe one day the palace lord is happy to make us immortals!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you must serve the Palace Master well."

A dozen or so little Taoist priests in the temple were whispering.

Zheng Xian, who was standing not far away, also had a dreamy look on his face.

He had known for a long time that the palace lord was a true immortal.

But I really didn't expect to tell the palace lord about the plight of the temple in the morning, and after a while the palace lord manifested himself and solved the problem of no incense.

At this moment, Zheng Xian finally realized how honored it was for him to be able to control the ashram for a true immortal like the Palace Master.

Zheng Xian vowed secretly in his heart that he must take good care of the temple, and strive to be appreciated by the palace lord just like those little Taoists said, maybe one day he will have the chance to be granted immortality by the palace lord.

……

Private house, the master's bedroom.

Fang Yi has long known from his magical perception that many pilgrims come to burn incense.

It's just that he has no time to pay attention now.

Both the soul and the golden core were damaged this time, and he is recovering through exercise.

"Tieguai Li is really too strong. Even if I summon four meritorious talents to join forces, I can't match him. Speaking of which, I have never encountered such a powerful god. It is really terrifying to the extreme."

Recalling the previous battle, Fang Yi was still secretly afraid.

Fortunately, Tieguai Li did not succeed in getting out of his body.

Otherwise, I would really confess to being in God's Domain today!
Although Fang Yi didn't know why Tieguai Li "dropped the chain" at a critical moment.

But he knew that if Tieguai Li Yuanshen succeeded in getting out of his body, not to mention the four-value meritorious service, even if there were ten sets of four-value meritorious achievements, they might not be Tieguai Li's opponent.

"As expected of the head of the Eight Immortals."

Fang Yi secretly admired in his heart.

Immediately, he put away his distracting thoughts and tried his best to restore the golden core.

As for the soul, there is no way to repair it, and it can only be passively nourished by the golden core.

Therefore, Fang Yi didn't care about the soul at all, but just kept repairing the golden elixir with kung fu.

The starlight released by "Congenital Qi" is continuously transformed into pure energy and poured into the golden elixir.

Fang Yi could clearly see that there were cracks on the golden core, as if they might crack at any time.

Especially the ruddy part is constantly falling off.

Whenever a small piece of rosy part falls, it will turn into an energy overflow.

The newborn energy is filled up quickly.

To Fang Yi's surprise, whenever the rosy part fell off and repaired, the golden core there turned golden.

He doesn't know whether this situation is good or bad, so he can only continue to practice.

one day.

Three days.

Twelve devas

Time passes day by day.

In the early morning of this day, Fang Yi finally restored the golden core.

In the quiet room, bursts of golden light continued to shine and surge from his body, illuminating the entire bedroom.

When Fang Yi slowly opened his eyes, the golden light seemed to come alive and all of them automatically retracted into his body.

At the same time, the room became dark again.

Only Fang Yi's body was surrounded by a faint layer of "light".

This "light" cannot be checked, nor can it illuminate the surrounding darkness.

And at this moment Fang Yi is still experiencing strangeness.

He felt as if his eyes had become able to see through.

Different from the magical sense, this time he clearly penetrated the thick wall with his eyes, and saw that the sun had just risen outside, and he also saw Zheng Xianzheng leading fifteen Taoist priests, Xu Xiaoli, Lu Shicheng and others to recite Taoist scriptures in the hall.

Not only that, but he can also see the surging wind, lake water, and particles of all matter!
It's like being out of your body.

"This... is this sex light?"

Fang Yi couldn't help being surprised.

According to "Mr. Chen's Inner Alchemy", people with a little practice can also produce sexual light during practice.

For example, you can see your surroundings clearly with your eyes closed.

But it must be during cultivation.

And this kind of sexual light is still the lowest level.

Only people can see the surrounding environment within a certain distance.

It is impossible to penetrate the "origin" like Fang Yi now.

If you want to be like Fang Yi now, you must cultivate Yangshen.

Cultivate the function that only Yangshen has, but I already have it now?
Fang Yi couldn't believe it.

He knows this doesn't happen for no reason.

There must be something special happening inside the body.

Thinking of this, he quickly looked inside.

The next moment, Fang Yi became even more astonished.

He only saw the golden pill under his right rib, it was no longer rosy, but the whole body became golden!
Isn't this something that can only be done during the fourth reincarnation of Dzogchen?
　I'm a little tired today, so let's take a day off. There are only two chapters and seven thousand words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)