I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

How does it feel to watch the celebration of your own honor?

Zhou Yi just thought it was very mysterious.

He was an expert from the Taoist sect invited by the city lord, so he sat on the VIP table and watched his idol worshiped by all the people.

The square in the city, in front of the golden statue.

The elder Jin Jing, wearing a long animal skin robe, offered incense with a solemn expression, sacrificed five animals, knelt down and prayed, and recited sacrificial texts...

Behind them knelt thousands of people from Moyun City, dressed in sackcloth and leather, with feathers on their heads, like uncivilized savages in the mountains.

After Jin Jing recited the sacrificial text, he ran the blood of his dantian, and the voice came out for several miles.

"Golden God bless!"

"Golden God bless—"

"Golden God bless—"

The sound was like a thunderbolt, rushing straight into the sky, and the three kowtows and nine bows were uniform.

The sound of animal skin drums came from all directions, without rhythm, it was deafening with pure force. The drumsticks are made of some kind of animal bone, and they are as smooth as jade due to their long use.

Zhou Yi's consciousness swept over and recognized that the drum face and the drumsticks were all made of thunder demons, and even though the aura had dissipated, there was still a bit of power left.

The worshipers in the square scattered around, and a dozen figures wearing tiger, leopard and jackal hoods fell, waving their weapons and howling wildly.

The drums became more and more intense, and suddenly a harsh trumpet sounded.

Jin Jing had already changed his clothes, with golden wings on his back, he suddenly fell from the sky, waving a few palms and blowing the person disguised as a monster into the air.

There were dozens of monsters, and they surrounded Jin Jing in the center. Seeing that the situation was critical, scalpers, turtle prime ministers, golden eagles, and black tigers flew from all directions, and joined forces with the Golden God to defeat the monsters.

The overall plot is very simple, telling the story of the Golden God blessing the human race and constantly defeating demons.

The hearty and delicate fighting, the thrilling sound of gongs and drums, and the lively festival atmosphere, both the people of Moyun City and the outsiders cheered.

"I am becoming history and making history!"

Zhou Yi muttered to himself, and suddenly felt a deep loneliness, out of place in the hustle and bustle of the sky, and he was left alone.

When the world of immortality was not destroyed, loneliness was just loneliness, but now it is the loneliness of walking alone.

"Invincible loneliness is even worse than penance! There is no one else in this world who can talk to you, like chickens and ducks, like playing the piano to a cow, and slowly you will become silent and don't want to talk."

At this time.

Jin Jing had finished dancing, put on a long animal skin robe and came to the banquet, holding a wine glass.

"Zhu Daochang, the old man has to preside over the celebration, so there are many neglects."

"It's okay."

Zhou Yi raised his glass and said, "This wine has a few hundred years, and it is worth thousands of dollars, but the poor people took advantage of it."

"This wine is not simple. Back then, when the Golden God came to the mortal world, every household made a lot of effort to make wine."

Jin Jing smiled and said: "The City Lord's Mansion holds a wine competition every year, and selects the best hundred altars of fine wines, which are kept underground until now, and only a few altars are taken out for distinguished guests to taste during the celebration.

"No wonder..."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly: "There is a familiar taste."

Jin Jing didn't think much of it when he heard the words, thinking that in Zhu Gang's identity, hundreds of years of fine wine are rare but not too bad to drink.

The two talked again, and agreed to go fishing for a few days, and Jin Jing went to entertain other distinguished guests. The most important of them is the envoy of the Qing Kingdom, headed by the third prince, who respectfully calls Jin Jing the seventh uncle.

The elder of the previous generation was Qin Zheng's grandfather and Jin Jing's grandfather. The two families were not related for three generations and had a close relationship.

The sacrifice is over, and the feast begins.

There are not many VIP seats, and Zhou Yi's young Taoist priest is very eye-catching. However, none of the attendees were ordinary people, or warriors with firm minds, or officials with deep sense of the city, and their faces filled with doubts and smiles.

Around Zhou Yi were two men in animal skins. According to Jin Jing, they were two village owners who took shelter in Moyun City.

After the spiritual qi exhaustion and the disappearance of the demon clan, the human clan practiced qi and blood martial arts, and the beasts in the 100,000-strong mountain were no opponents, and many stockades gradually appeared.

I don't know if it was deliberately arranged, but the two village masters next to Zhou Yi were not pure martial arts barbarians.

Three or five jars of wine entered the stomach, and the guests and hosts enjoyed a warm atmosphere.

The prince Qin Xiao came over, raised his glass and said, "I have seen Daoist Zhu, the younger Qin Xiao, I heard Seventh Uncle talk about your mysterious animal taming, so I came to ask for advice."

Zhou Yi said with a smile, "There's no such thing as mysterious, but it's just an ancient art of taming animals, and it's barely driven by internal qi."

Nowadays, people who practice martial arts usually refer to the practice of cultivating immortals and qi as ancient methods. Some ancient methods have been eliminated due to the inconvenience of the times, and some have been evolved into martial arts, such as the double cultivation method of the Hehuan Sect.

Qin Xiao's eyes brightened, many people knew the mystery of ancient methods, but few were able to innovate.

"I don't know which Taoist temple you grew up in? The younger generation often listens to the sermons of Xuansu from Baiyun Temple, and has a lot of understanding of Taoist classics."

Zhou Yi said: "Pin Dao is not a person from Jiuzhou. The law in the door is passed down from the East China Sea. I have heard the name of Baiyun Temple for a long time, and I will come to the door to discuss Dao in the future."

"East China Sea!"

Qin Xiao was pleasantly surprised and said, "My father ordered the navy to build hundreds of giant ships, led by Zhenren Xu, to search for the immortal island in the East China Sea. I wonder if there is a chart?"

"Far across the East China Sea?"

When Zhou Yi first heard the news, he suddenly thought of Qin Zheng, the tyrant who was rumored to have gone mad, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

"With a slight push from the poor road, it caused huge waves in history! In the future, you must be cautious and not let your temper..."

Anything that goes around in circles can be turned to caution. This has become a habit for thousands of years and will continue to be maintained in the future.

Zhou Yi asked back: "According to the records of the ancestors of the poor Daoist, the White Cloud Temple originated from the East China Sea, and its heritage books should have sea charts?"

"The Taoist master actually knew about this, and it really has a deep heritage."

Qin Xiao explained: "Baiyun Temple and Buddhism were contaminated, compiled apocryphal scriptures, and denied the identity of Xuanxiao Daojun Patriarch. The father emperor learned about this in his sleep in Kunlun fairyland, and destroyed all the apocryphal scriptures. It's also destroyed."

"I see."

Zhou Yi took out a piece of animal skin paper from his cuff, and said, "Patriarch Pingdao admires Daojun Xuanxiao very much. Your Majesty is in the original Qingyuan, so take this sea map."

"The younger generation is directed to the father and emperor, and asks for credit for the Taoist priest."

Qin Xiao bowed and took the animal skin paper, but did not open it to look at it, but gave it directly to the attendant.

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and reminded: "The East China Sea is already barren, so there is no elixir at this time."

Qin Xiao's eyes flashed with secret disappointment, he shook his head slightly, and did not comment on the matter. Emperor Taishi has conquered most of the territory of the Qing Kingdom, and his personal military power and prestige are like mountains.

The banquet was over, and it was already evening.

It was almost time for the guests to leave, and Zhou Yi got up to leave, never wanting Jin Jing to speak out.

"The Taoist priest often said that he likes antiques, so it's better to stay for one night. I will go to the treasure house of the Jin family tomorrow to have a look. If there are objects that can catch the eye, I will give them to the Taoist priest."

"Um?"

Zhou Yi thought for a while, and then he understood the cause and effect, probably because of the scroll of the sea chart. Thinking deeper, Qin Xiao presented the sea map to Emperor Taishi, and he would definitely be rewarded.

"You old man, you talk to the poor every day and you are too lazy to pay attention to the commonplace, why are you still involved in such things?"

"The Taoist master has a clear mind, and he really can't hide it."

Jin Jing said helplessly: "No matter how annoying the old man is, he can't cut off his blood. Since his surname is Jin, he can't avoid it. The only choice is to get closer to someone."

Zhou Yi saw this kind of thing a lot, and reminded: "The Jin family is already a king with a different surname, and there is no way to enter. It should be independent of the outside world."

"It's not for us to have the final say. My cousin is no longer who he used to be, so we don't need to rely on Moyun City anymore."

Jin Jingwu sighed and said: "Even if you have the first country in Yunzhou, your cousin is not satisfied. He wrote a letter a few days ago, trying to merge Moyun City into the Qing Kingdom, so as to rule the 100,000 mountains."

Zhou Yi did not continue to ask why he supported Qin Xiao, he must have made a deal in private, he wondered.

"Pindao heard that Moyuncheng gave his best support, and His Majesty only ascended the throne of the prince. What is the reason for this?"

"It's more than just trying? My grandfather competed with the immortal old man from the Qing Kingdom. After three days and three nights, they both died of exhaustion!"

Jin Jing said, "Cousin accidentally got Martial Ancestor's original document, which records the origin of Qi and Blood Martial Dao from scratch, and Jinshen Linfan instructing Martial Ancestor. It is the supreme treasure of Moyun City!"

Hundreds of years have passed, the Golden God has become the belief and inheritance of Moyun City.

"I see."

Zhou Yi was a little embarrassed. Back then, he didn't know the belief in the Golden God, so he just wanted to use Qin Zheng's hands to restore the original.

…

the next day.

The treasure house is located in the ancestral home of the Jin family.

The hall made of long bluestones, after hundreds of years of wind and rain, looks a bit vicissitudes.

Jin Jing pushed open the door, and when he entered, he saw a row of racks, followed by piles of iron boxes.

"Ordinary gold and silver priests can't look down on them, and they can't compare to the old man of inheritance. Only these ancient relics can repay."

Jin Jing said: "Moyun City has no history. These objects were picked up by the clansmen from the 100,000 mountains, or they looked mysterious or old, and they were stored here."

"Then the poor road is welcome."

Zhou Yi checked the wooden shelves one by one, in fact, his divine sense swept across the hall, and all the ancient artifacts came to mind.

Pottery vases with strange patterns, glimmering jades, animal bones of unknown origin, bronzes with simple shapes... are indeed antiquities, but 90% of them are worthless, and Zhou Yi quickly passed them by.

Until a slap, ash and scales, came into my mind.

There are cloud patterns on the surface of the scales, which are neatly aligned, as if they were carved by later generations.

"Could it be..."

Zhou Yi seemed to walk around casually, and after a while, he went to the corner to dispose of the shelf, picked up the scales and observed it carefully, recalling the comparison of the inverse scales he saw in the Dragon Palace Treasure House.

The shape and size are exactly the same, but there is no Longwei.

Zhou Yi pinched lightly with his fingers, the scales did not change, and the hardness exceeded that of gold and iron.

"It should be the Dragon's Inverse Scale, but there is such an unexpected harvest! All the dragons of the 100,000 Dashan Mountains originated from Bibotan. Even if this Inverse Scale is not from the Dragon Emperor, the two are also related by blood."

"There are many bloodline spells in the magic way, and there are bloodline search and fortune-telling in the righteous way. The bloodline origin is not weaker than the things with breath."

"Pindao is a big step away from taking revenge!"

Zhou Yi put away the dragon scales, his consciousness swept through the treasure house, and there were no other useful objects, he came to the door and said to Jin Jing.

"This thing is related to the poor Daoist, and it is so cheap for Jin Daoyou, the mere chart can't compare."

Said, groping from the cuffs, Zhou Yi had a few more grains of rice in his hand, white as jade, and the tips were half an inch in size.

"When Pindao was farming on weekdays, he found that a few rice plants had mutated, and the seeds produced were unusual. Fellow Daoist Jin also likes farming, so this kind of seed can be counted as a thank you and can be cultivated on the mountain!" Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!