I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World Chapter 198

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I became a totem in Chapter 198 of the Immortal Grandmaster in the Immortal Cultivation World "Go to celebrate first, a retreat without celebration is incomplete!"

Zhou Yi escaped into Moyun City, and he turned into a handsome young man in a flash, and he would inquire when he met anyone.

"Where can I listen to music on the hook?"

Pedestrians pointed to the southeast: "Hehuan Garden!"

"This name seems to have quite a history!"

Among the Goulan that Zhou Yi has visited for thousands of years, there are not a hundred but eighty schools. Names such as Chunfeng, Xiaoxiang, Yihong, Manyue, etc., are all the names that scholars have been asked to extract from the Four Books and Five Classics.

After all, Goulan listens to the music either by literati or pretending to be literati. Ordinary people can't bear a few taels of money to drink tea.

Such a straightforward name as Hehuanyuan was indeed the first time I heard it.

"Be sure to go and see for a long time."

Escape light fell on the north of the city, Zhou Yi was not in a hurry, and walked slowly over with his hands.

Years go by, and the scenery changes.

The scenery of Moyun City is very different from that of the past. Because the Shiwanda Mountain produces a large number of wild ginseng and other precious medicines, it attracts the wealthy businessmen of the Yunzhou countries, who speak loudly with different accents.

Pedestrians on the street are no longer linen-clad animal skins, and there are no monsters with bull-headed, tiger-headed and wolf-headed heads, and more clothes of various colors and textures.

The voices were full of people, so it was not lively.

Zhou Yi stopped and walked, visiting the store from time to time, or strolling in front of the stall.

Listening to the people chatting and talking, I learned that the city lord's mansion relies on the transaction tax of wealthy merchants to maintain the operation of Moyun City. As long as the 100,000 mountain treasures are not exhausted, this tax is many times higher than the agricultural tax.

After all, Moyun City is located in the mountains and valleys. Even if it has been cultivated for hundreds of years, there are some plain fields around the city, which are not enough to supply the city with food.

Another reason is that the people in the city are all practicing Qi and blood martial arts, and the agricultural tax cannot be collected at all!

"So rich and happy, it's like a paradise."

Zhou Yiyue walked towards the center of the city, and found that the shops on the left and right had gradually turned into wine shops, with a strong and long-lasting aroma of wine.

Looking forward, the whole street is full of wine and drinking shops.

The benches outside the wine shop were full of drinkers in all kinds of clothes, including the young master in brocade clothes, and the bunt Liba. They sat upright in a more stable and elegant posture, with Erlang's legs crossed casually and comfortably.

The sounds of boxing and drinking orders came one after another, and there were cheers from time to time. Someone must have drank the whole altar in one breath!

Zhou Yi has no distinction between high and low people, but after living for a long time, it is inevitable that he will be affected by the rules of this world. When he sees such a scene, he immediately becomes interested.

He found a vacant seat and sat down, called Xiao Er for a drink, and asked a silver bean as a reward.

"Man, are we all drinking like this?"

"Guest officer, you must have come to Moyun City for the first time, and I don't know the customs here."

The man skillfully put away the silver beans and explained with a smile: "We pay attention to the size of the wine, and other worlds have respect and inferiority. As long as they are on the wine table, it is the same. This custom has been passed down for hundreds of years, even if it is a great elder. I'm here, but I can't put it on the shelf."

Zhou Yi listened interestingly and asked, "What is the origin of this custom?"

"Of course there is. It is said that five hundred years ago there were man-eating monsters in the mountains. Jinshen felt pity and built Moyun City to protect the people."

The man and the man explained a lot, and said succinctly: "Because the Golden God likes fine wine, he often becomes a mortal to taste it, so the City Lord's Mansion ordered that the wine shop should not treat anyone differently, so as not to neglect the gods."

"This rule has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it has become a custom here, just like the people of Yunzhou set off firecrackers during the New Year."

“Fun and interesting!”

Zhou Yi nodded with a smile, opened the wine jar and sniffed, the taste was purer than it was hundreds of years ago.

Gudong Gudong drank one jar of wine and bought two more jars for storage bags. After that, each wine shop stopped for a while and bought two jars after tasting it.

to the center of the city.

From a distance, I saw a bronze statue of three or four feet tall, in a half-sitting posture, sitting not on a chair or a lotus pedestal, but a sturdy ox, two horns coated with gold powder, and the sun shone brightly.

The black tiger was lying at his feet, and the prime minister was waiting by the side, with a golden eagle standing on his shoulders, and his wings spread out behind him, ready to fly.

There are two rows of pillars inscribed with mysterious textures in front of the statue. If you look closely, the characters are in random order. They are recited according to some mysterious laws, and the tones are high and long, like chanting.

at this time.

Under the guidance of the sacrifice, a man and a woman were bowing to the statue three times and offering incense.

The sacrificial ceremony announced that men and women, under the witness of the Golden God, will become husband and wife, and they must be united in the future.

Nearby people from both sides cheered loudly and sent blessings to the bride and groom. Among them, it seemed that the bridegroom's mother offered incense and asked the sacrifice to inform the Golden God that the bride could give birth to a healthy child.

"Golden God is willing to bless the world, but I can't be greedy!"

The priest asked, "I don't know whether to choose to be as strong as an ox, as fierce as a tiger, as free as an eagle, or as long as a tortoise?"

The mother, a devout follower of the Golden God, bowed to the sacrifice and said, "The Golden God is above, the old lady does not ask her grandson to hear it, as long as she lives in peace and longevity."

The priest nodded slightly, and then began to recite the high-spirited and long incantation, finally indicating that the Golden God had received the prayer.

"Well, Pindao did receive it."

Zhou Yi was listening not far away, and with a finger, the spiritual light fell into the couple's body, and all the hidden ailments disappeared and the body became strong.

After the bride and groom left, the priest received several prayers from the believers. Most of them begged the Golden God to bless their safety, and some even sought out treasures in the mountains, and even directly sought to make a fortune.

In the eyes of the people of Moyun City, the Golden God belongs to the gods who rule over everything, and they come to ask for anything.

Zhou Yi queued for half an hour, and finally it was his turn to step forward and put the prepared incense in the cauldron in front of the statue.

The priest observed Zhou Yi's clothing and said, "Are you a foreigner?"

Zhou Yi bowed to the statue, cupped his hands, and said, "Pin Dao is from Qingzhou and traveled around the world. It was the first time I heard the legend of the Golden God, and I came to worship with admiration in my heart."

"respect……"

The priest's eyes narrowed slightly and he said: "So it seems that the Daoist friends have a long history and know what happened hundreds of years ago?"

Zhou Yi nodded and said, "I have heard a little bit that it is rare for the demon race to bless the human race!"

"Don't tell other people about this, you will be kicked out of the city if you are beaten."

The sacrifice said: "Golden God is no longer a monster, but a totem of Moyun City, just like the immortal gods worshipped by Taoism and the Bodhisattva worshiped by Buddhists."

Zhou Yi asked again: "Dare to ask why Jin is the name of the god?"

The sacrificial priest said: "Jin is the surname of the god, the name is Yi, and it is the origin of everything in Moyun City."

"Thank you for your advice!"

Zhou Yi didn't ask too much, and there were many people behind, waiting in line to worship.

Leave the city center.

Looking back at the towering bronze statue, the traces left by the wind, frost, rain and snow seemed to be more ancient and vicissitudes, Zhou Yi couldn't help feeling emotional.

"Pindao can actually become a totem, prayed and worshipped by all the people!"

"It's time to celebrate!"

until Hehuan Garden.

Zhou Yi arrived at the boundary, observed for a moment, and made sure that he had been there.

After the war between the righteous and the devil started, many monks came to Moyun City to take refuge. Among them, a real person named Lu Lin taught the fox demon and snake demon the method of double cultivation, and earned a lot of spirit stones for mutual benefit.

Hundreds of years have passed, and Lu Zhenren has long since died, but his inheritance has not been cut off.

After several expansions, Moyun City has long been different from its original appearance. Zhou Yi did not notice it at the beginning, but now he sees some familiar traces, and he still does not know the origin of Hehuan Garden.

"After living for a long time, there are old friends everywhere!"

Seeing that Zhou Yi was stagnant at the entrance of the alley, the old man thought it was the young man with thin skin, and came over with his waist twisted.

"Guest officer, please come in!"

The old bustard embraced Zhou Yi's arm familiarly, with a broad and soft heart: "Young master is the first to come to Moyun City, right? We are not ordinary girls here, all of them are proficient in the method of double cultivation. "

Zhou Yi said: "But the Taoist secret art?"

"Young Master is not an ordinary person, he is well-informed."

The old bustard said proudly: "We have inherited it for five or six hundred years. It is both a Goulan and a martial arts sect of Hehuan Sect. As long as the son has enough money, he can stay for a year or two to ensure that his internal strength will improve greatly."

"Then stay for two years."

Zhou Yi only thought that the world was strange. The double cultivation method passed down by Lu Laodao in those days actually evolved into a martial arts sect.

There are many things in this world that Zhou Yi can't see, some can handle, some can't, but there is only one enemy.

Dragon King.

"Pindao has a small heart!"

The place where Zhou Yi retreated was selected on the mountain north of Bibotan. Originally it had no name, but now it has become Kunlun Mountain.

After the ancestral veins were cut off, the Dragon Emperor blood sacrificed to the demon clan under his command in order to avoid the catastrophe of the end of the law.

The inheritance of the human race relies on the classics and books, and the demon race is the bloodline of the ancestors. As long as the bloodline traces back long enough, the inheritance of the ancient demon gods will automatically emerge.

The dragon emperor and other four demon emperors have pure and ancient bloodlines, and they know a lot about ancient things. After the drastic changes in the world, they ordered the group of demons to collect resources as soon as possible.

Zhou Yi chose to cultivate in the 100,000-strong mountain this time, because he had the intention of digging a grave and digging out the old dragon from self-proclaimed.

It was learned from Xiao Tiezhu that after self-proclaimed, all external and internal inductions were forbidden, and even thinking and consciousness did not exist, like a cold and hard rock. Therefore, the spell cannot be interrupted by itself, and it can only end on its own after the energy is exhausted. The exact number of years later, even the caster does not know.

Xiao Tiezhu once used a secret method to search for the self-proclaimed old monsters, but unfortunately all of them disappeared.

Zhou Yi arranged the forbidden formation according to Bai Yunfeng's appearance, opened his mouth and spit out the building wood and landed in the center, exuding a strong spiritual energy, and began to moisten the land and turn it into a spiritual field.

"Suffocated me."

The Lingshen doll jumped out of the imperial beast bag, looked at the uneven mountain, and pursed her mouth: "We will continue to cultivate the wasteland again!"

"Go and plant the elixir, do you still want to become an immortal?"

Zhou Yi built the Taoist temple and the pavilion, instructed the Lingshen doll to work hard, and turned into a light to fly to Bibotan.

The old dragon has lived for thousands of years. With his mind, he probably won't bury himself in Bibotan, but in order to prevent this fellow from playing in the dark, Zhou Yi plans to explore the old site of the Dragon Palace.

Even if there is no trace of the old dragon, it is possible to find a few things related to the old dragon, and then deduce it step by step through the method of divination.

Escape to the bottom.

Zhou Yi had been to the Dragon Palace, and he soon saw the ruins of the Dragon Palace following the direction.

After hundreds of years of lake erosion, only a few pillars remain in the glorious palace, the collapsed houses are overgrown with water plants, and fish and shrimp are digging in the gaps.

Wander under the water and look at the remnants of walls, pillars, palaces and more.

Back then, the scene of the Dragon Palace going to the banquet was still in front of us, but in an instant, the times changed, and the famous Dragon Palace in Jiuzhou was left with some broken walls and ruins.

"How tyrannical Ren was in his lifetime, he can't live forever, after all, he is just a handful of loess!"

Zhou Yi witnessed with his own eyes that the Dragon Palace was turned into a ruin.

Divine consciousness shrouded in a radius of more than ten miles, and he went back and forth in the Dragon Palace several times, but no strange objects were found. A lot of gold and jade jewels have been excavated from the ruins, but they are only palace decorations, and it is difficult to use them to predict the Dragon Emperor.

The method of divination is affected by strength. Zhou Yi uses Jin Dan to find Nascent Soul, which is only possible if it is close to the body.

"Poor Daoist has time. In a hundred years and a thousand years, he will finally be able to find where Lao Long buried himself!"

Closed since.

Chanting sutras every day.

After more than ten years of hustle and bustle, Zhou Yi returned to quietness.

The way of practice should be relaxed one by one, and the tension should be grasped by itself, so as to avoid boredom or laxity.

Zhou Yi sometimes envied Lingshen dolls, they were pure in nature and never had the concept of sadness.

Lingshen doll was spinning around Jianmu, muttering words, followed by a red tail.

Jianmu has been ripened to three feet, and the Lingshen doll can't see the top even with its head raised, but unfortunately, it went straight out, and there was no sign of sprouting and bifurcation.

"The aura is a bit more intense than before. From this point of view, it doesn't take a thousand years to break through the mid-term."

Years passed in a flash.

this day.

Clear sky.

Zhou Yi finished his practice, feeling a little bored in his heart, so he did not comprehend the Taoist treasure, and flew to Bibo Pond in the form of an escaped light.

Take the rod out of the storage bag and start fishing slowly.

The sky in the mountains is impermanent, and in an instant, the dark clouds are closed, a gust of wind blows, and the drizzle falls.

Zhou Yi sat by the lake, watching the vast mist.

Wind and water, this is a wonderful image!

At this time.

"Pull up the sails... put on the color... smooth sailing..."

A rough song came, and a figure was seen in the hazy wind and rain, supporting the boat from far to near.

The voice pierced through golden cracks, and the breath was long and powerful.

Zhou Yi reluctantly looked at the frightened fish, his eyes twinkled, and when he looked at the figure on the boat, it was an old man with white hair.

When the old man approached the lake, Penny patted the water, and the whole person rose into the air and landed firmly beside Zhou Yi.

"Old man Jin Jing, I have seen fellow Daoist."

Zhou Yi was wearing a blue Taoist robe, the style of which was worn hundreds of years ago. In the eyes of others, it is full of ancient charm. Let the wind and rain not get wet, it must be a master of Taoism with great internal power.

"Pin Dao Zhu Gang, temporarily borrowing an expensive land, I hope Elder Jin's permission."

Zhou Yi had long heard of the name of Jinjing, the present-day elder of Moyuncheng, and the King of Zhennan by the Qing Kingdom.

The surname Jin is the largest surname in Moyun City. He has been in power for generations. He never thought of being a dignified elder, but he actually dressed up as a poor fisherman.

"These 100,000 mountains do not belong to anyone, and the Taoist priest does not need to tell the old man."

Jin Jing squatted on the shore, looked at the straight hook in the lake, with a grain of rice on the tip, and smiled, "We've been fishing all our lives, and we've never seen a straight hook. Did the Taoist priest imitate some sage?"

"Pindao is forging a good relationship, waiting for the fish to repay his kindness."

When Zhou Yi spoke, the fish who had just scared Jin Jing away couldn't help but tempted by Lingmi to run back.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the Lingmi into his stomach, the fish tail swayed, and he disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Yi flicked his fingers, and put the grain of rice on the hook. In a short while, a fish swam over, swallowed the bait and disappeared.

Jin Jing was interesting to watch, so he squatted by the lake to watch fishing, and asked casually, "Why did the Taoist priest come to practice in this barren mountain and wild ridge?"

Zhou Yi said: "Pindao is fond of antiquities. I read the books and learned that there was once a dragon palace here, so I came to find the trace of the real dragon."

Jin Jing raised his brows and hummed: "There are no real dragons, but there are many ghosts and monsters."

The people of Moyun City were oppressed by the demon clan, and there were many records in the ancient books, and they did not have any favorable impression of the Bibotan dragon clan.

Zhou Yi asked back, "Why did Elder Jin come to this barren mountain to fish?"

"What's strange, this is what the old man has learned since he was a child."

Jin Jing said helplessly: "Since my cousin came to the throne, Moyun City has become more and more prosperous. Everyone learns silk, chess, tea, and the Four Books and Five Classics. The old man only likes farming and hunting, and there is no reason to stop him, so he simply came to the mountains to hide. "

Zhou Yi asked, "Elder Jin thinks this is a bad thing?"

"It's neither good nor bad, we can't force everyone to suffer."

Jin Jing sighed: "It's just that Moyun City can be independent of the world~www.mtlnovel.com~ depends on the practice of martial arts by the whole people. Once you fall into prosperity and wealth, how can you have the mind to sharpen your qi and blood!"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, no wonder this old man can congeal blood and blood, and his talent is just one of them. Jin Jing's nature does not like the mortal world, and it is also an important reason for the mystery of cultivation.

"The Qing Kingdom has a big impact on Yunzhou, and there is a relationship with the First Emperor, and no one dares to provoke Moyun City."

"The old man has never read books and doesn't understand the twists and turns. He usually hears Mr. Shu's lectures on history, but he just thinks that relying on others is worse than relying on yourself."

Jin Jing said helplessly: "Besides, my cousin has been a little bit... not sober in recent years!"

Zhou Yi nodded and added Lingmi to the hook.

"Yeah, not awake."

Chapter end