I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

There is no spiritual root.

Tianling root is one in a billion!

The Daheng Dynasty is known as the first dynasty of the Divine Continent, and it has ruled over hundreds of millions of people.

Qingyun Temple has been passed down for thousands of years, and there has never been a disciple of Tianlinggen.

This is not the intention of Heavenly Court to target, but that Tianlinggen has the qualification to enter the Taoist Academy directly, and the righteous **** will teach it carefully, and he can directly confer the righteous **** after graduation.

With this kind of treatment, who cares about Qingyunguan?

Shou Ming tested again and again, touched the bones, and repeatedly confirmed that it was Tian Linggen, and secretly poked the message.

"Master, a heavenly root has come down from the mountain!"

Not long after the news was sent, two rays of light fell, and the master Chang Yuan was half a step behind. The leader was the real master, the real master.

True Divine Consciousness swept through Zhouyi, and there was no trace of mana inside or outside, with a happy expression on his face.

"Sure enough, it is the root of Tianling, our line is about to rise!"

"Congratulations, Master."

Chang Yuan asked, "What's the name of the little brother?"

Zhou Yi seemed a little frightened, and after a long pause, he replied, "My name is Tang Xuan."

"Good name."

Chang Yuan patted his palm in admiration: "This is the Master of the Poor Dao, the elder of the Qingyun Temple Tibetan Sutra Hall, and the famous Taoist True Monarch in the world of immortality. Would you like to worship the door?"

Zhou Yi bowed excitedly: "Meet Master, meet Brother!"

Zhenzhi immediately smiled and said, "Good apprentice, follow me up the mountain to meet the patriarch, and be included in the Qingyun roster. In the future, if you are successful in your cultivation, I will take you to see Niu Sheng for the teacher, and get one or two pointers from him, which is enough to roam Dongsheng Divine Continent!"

Zhou Yi nodded his head, looking forward to meeting the scalpers.

Shou Ming next to him was confused, seeing that Shizun and Shizun were about to leave, he quickly said, "Master, Shizu, and three other disciples."

"You can bring it up the mountain by yourself."

Chang Yuan reminded: "You are too lacking in eyesight, so you haven't met the little uncle yet?"

"..."

Shou Ming was stunned, but he couldn't disobey his teacher's order, so he bowed and said, "Meet my uncle!"

Zhou Yi waved his hand skillfully.

"No need to be polite."

"Hahaha, Junior Brother is really an elder!"

Escaped through the layers of clouds and mist, he saw a large palace pavilion, covering an area of ​​at least three or four thousand acres.

Lingyun lingered around, and the auspiciousness was tumbling.

Flowers bloom everywhere for thousands of years, and evergreen fairy grass is everywhere for thousands of years.

Zhou Yi has been operating Qingyun Temple for hundreds of years, and it has become his own home.

The light fell, and the disciple on duty at the door bowed and saluted.

"Meet the elders!"

Zhenzhi nodded slightly, and brought Zhou Yi into the door. The first thing he saw was a giant cauldron.

"Teacher, this cauldron is the most precious treasure left by the founder of the mountain, and it is called the Mountain and River cauldron!"

Zhou Yi asked: "It turned out to be the ancestor's thing, can the disciple go over and offer the incense?"

"Not now, there is a formation to ban the seal."

Zhenzhi said, "Only when offering sacrifices to the patriarch every year, the disciples in the contemplation can offer incense, and they can also practice the essence of the five elements in accordance with the secret techniques of our sect to show the merits of the patriarch."

After eight thousand years of sacrifice, the Shanhe Ding has boiled to death several sects, and now its weight is comparable to that of a sacred mountain.

The power of a single blow is not weaker than Lingbao!

Before Zhou Yi pretended to die, he passed the Lingbao formula to his disciples. Since then, Qingyun Temple has been offering sacrifices for thousands of years.

"The power of eight thousand years is comparable to that of a spiritual treasure. Is refining for 80,000 years comparable to a fairy weapon?"

The three masters and apprentices continued to move forward, and encountered a clump of green bamboos.

Really proud: "If you talk about Lingbao, there is no shortage of those immortal sects, but this five thousand years of pure Lingzhu, the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou is the only one!"

Chang Yuan said, "Junior brother is extremely talented and has a wood spirit. Maybe he can get the permission of the master to break a bamboo and make treasures."

"What maybe, it's inevitable."

Zhenzhi said, "If senior brother doesn't allow it, this elder will definitely go to the ancestor's tomb and burn paper to impeach him!"

"..."

Zhou Yi's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt that this cheap master was not so reliable.

When the Pure Spirit Bamboo was transplanted, it was only three thousand years old at the longest, and now two thousand years have passed, and it has grown into a rare treasure.

Keep going.

Every time I pass by a strange flower and grass, I will introduce it carefully.

He blew the Patriarch into a true immortal inside and out, and then reminded him intentionally or unintentionally, but don't change the court.

Zhou Yi swept through his senses and found that there were historical flower beds, gardens, shadow walls, etc., all of which were banned and sealed by numerous formations, like antiques in a museum, which could only be viewed from a distance and could not be touched.

Finally arrived at the Qingyun Temple.

Zhenzhi straightened his clothes at the door, coughed twice to clear his throat, and walked in.

There were six figures sitting cross-legged in the hall, and Shou Ming and the three new disciples stood in the corner with their heads hunched over.

"Hey, several senior brothers are here!"

Zhenzhi said with a smile, "Junior brother, I made a decision today on a whim. The omen of heaven has a good apprentice. So I went down the mountain and walked for a while, and I finally accepted a disciple of Tianlinggen!"

"Humph!"

Several old Taoists raised their eyebrows and raised their eyes, facing with cold faces, looking at the contemporary Celestial Master in the middle.

"Junior Brother, what you're doing is a little unruly!"

Zhen Gu opened his mouth and said, "Tang Xuan went over the mountains and mountains to pay his respects, and he should be brought into the view. It's up to him to choose. How can you go down the mountain to cut off the Hu?"

"Why is it illegal?"

Shou Ming who really glared at the corner, UU reading www.uukanshu.com must have missed his mouth. He originally planned to take advantage of everyone's inattention and come to Qingyun Temple to worship the ancestors and confirm his identity as a master and a disciple.

"Junior brother, let me ask, if you knew first, would you go down the mountain to accept your apprentices?"

The old man in the hall had an unnatural look, and Jia Tu is now concerned about the rules and regulations, and he will put it under the door first and then talk about other things.

"Cough, cough, you can't say that."

Zhengu looked at Zhou Yi with a smile on his face, and asked, "Little fellow, among the seven elders in the temple, who would you like to be your teacher? Pindao Zhengu is the sixth-generation celestial master..."

"Big Brother!"

Zhenzhi interrupted: "I have already accepted him as a disciple, and the Dharma name is set to be permanent...Yi, how can you be so tempted?"

As he said that, he looked at Zhou Yi and kept blinking his eyes.

"Meet the masters, meet the masters."

Zhou Yi bowed and saluted, and said, "After the disciples went up the mountain, the first person they met was the nephew Shouming, who was destined to be with the master."

"Not bad."

Zhenzhi applauded continuously, pointing to the several-zhang-high fine gold statue in the hall: "This is Liguan Patriarch, the first celestial master of Dongsheng Shenzhou, hurry up and worship."

Zhou Yi raised his head and looked at his sculpture three times and nine bows in real anticipation.

"Meet the ancestors!"

Since then.

Zhou Yi became the seventh-generation disciple of Qingyun Temple, and the dharma name was Changyi.

The master is really responsible for guarding the hall of Tibetan scriptures, directly handing the elder's order to Zhou Yi, and going in to choose at will.

"Teacher, although you are a spiritual root, you have to practice diligently. Now that China is stable, there are few fighting skills. First cultivate the magic power to the golden elixir, and then cultivate the magic magic power!"

"Disciple remembers."

Zhou Yi wandered for a few days and chose Taixuan Jing as his main practice.

He really smiled, the meaning of this exercise was extraordinary, he found dozens of volumes of Taixuan Sutra to analyze, and told Zhou Yi to ask if he had any doubts.