I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World Chapter 201

Zhou Yi has been planting spiritual rice for more than a thousand years, and he has never stopped since he first entered the world of immortal cultivation.

The quantity is long for a long time, and from time to time there are changes in the Lingmi plants. Most of the good ones change in the direction, and a few are bad ones.

This was not a mystery in the world of immortal cultivation back then. For example, planting elixir and domesticating foreign animals often changed. In the eyes of cultivators, more spiritual energy and stronger medicinal effects were good things. Otherwise, it was a loss-making business.

For example, the grain of rice in Zhou Yi's hands is a typical decline. After maturity, it does not contain spiritual energy, and it is a waste of spiritual fields and mana.

Ordinary cultivators would definitely abandon it like a mustard. Zhou Yi was influenced by his previous life and was quite concerned about the mutant spirit rice.

After trial planting, it was found that the mutant rice grains do not contain spiritual energy, so the growth process does not require spiritual energy, and at the same time retains the advantages of spiritual rice plants, such as no terrain, strong vitality and so on.

The defect is that the yield is low, and the yield per mu is only about one stone.

"One stone!"

Jin Jing listened to Zhou Yi's introduction, and couldn't help raising his voice: "This rice can really be planted on the mountain, yielding one stone per mu?"

"This kind of rice is planted with more vitality than weeds, and it can grow when sprinkled in the rock crevices in the mountains."

Zhou Yi nodded and said: "The specific yield is also affected by the mountains. There are too many stones, and naturally one stone can't be produced. When Pindao traveled to Yunzhou, the yield of rice was three or four stones per mu."

"How dare we compare with the fertile fields in the plains in this mountain nest."

Jin Jing sighed and said: "The fields around Moyun City have been reclaimed with great effort, and they have been carefully cared for day and night, and the output is only a little more than a stone. The Taoist's rice seed, we are envious of it, but the old man You can't get it back if you sell it!"

"In Pindao's view, this scale is more valuable."

Zhou Yi handed the grain of rice to Jin Jing and said: "Pindao watched the Golden God Festival yesterday, and he knew that the people of the 100,000 Dashan people were difficult, and the sages and the blue threads of the road were only prosperous today. This rice was named Yimi, one because it was easy to plant, and the other was because Tell the outside world that it was bestowed by the **** Jin Yi!"

"Isn't this wronging the Taoist priest?"

Jin Jing clenched the grain of rice tightly and said, "The Taoist is so righteous, is it because he is afraid of being hated by others? Don't worry, whoever dares to be the enemy of the Taoist is the mortal enemy of Moyun City!"

Moyun City seems to be just a city, but the people in the city practice martial arts, and it can be said that all the people are soldiers.

The human race in the 100,000-strong mountain also respects Moyun City, with a population of hundreds of thousands. With a single order, one hundred thousand elite soldiers can be gathered, and the power of the small country of Yunzhou is not weak, and its force is even greater.

"It's all fake names, and the poor Taoist is dedicated to repairing, and he doesn't want to be disturbed."

Zhou Yi cupped his hands and said, "Don't be polite, thank you for your hospitality, and leave."

Jin Jing bowed to thank him and said, "The old man will not be far away. We must cultivate Yimi with all our heart, and we won't be able to go fishing in Bibo Lake in a short time."

"Then make an appointment in a few years."

Zhou Yi waved his hands indifferently, the wind blowing under his feet, and disappeared in an instant.

early morning.

Qianshan woke up early, and the clouds came out.

The wind blew through the forest, the fog slowly dissipated, and bursts of singing suddenly came from the mountains, breaking the tranquility of nature.

The farmers in the mountains followed the sound and saw the middle-aged Taoist man walking from the mountain.

The Taoist had a wooden hairpin on his head at will, with a clear face and a green bamboo fishing rod on his shoulders. His footsteps seemed to be slow but fast. He lightly stepped on the grass-tip branches and rose into the air, as if flying in the air.

When the farmer saw the Taoist approaching, he skillfully bowed: "The Taoist priest went down the mountain to feed the fish again?"

"I'm bored chanting sutras, come out to relax."

Zhou Yi responded with a smile, walking dozens of meters away while speaking, and arrived at the foot of the mountain in a moment.

In front of it is a clear pool of water. The spring sun shines on the blue waves. The shore has been opened up into neat fields. The farmers are weeding and irrigating. When they see Zhou Yi, they greet each other respectfully.

"Master, this is the strange rock I was looking for in the mountains."

"Thank you Daochang for the prescription, my child's illness has been cured."

"My family's boat is parked on the shore. The Taoist priest should not take Niu Erjia's boat. His broken boat is leaking."

Zhou Yi responded one by one, and he was very familiar with the villagers. He was not like an immortal overlooking the sky, but a Taoist monk living in seclusion in the mountains.

Back then, when the mutant spirit rice was handed over to Jin Jing, Zhou Yi never imagined such a big change. The population of 100,000 Dashan seemed to have exploded. In the past 30 years, several villages have formed around Bibotan.

Easy rice is easy to grow without picking the land, but more irrigation can increase the output, so the mountains, rivers and lakes have become village gathering places.

Bibotan is the largest lake in Shiwanda Mountain. It is as vast as an inland ocean. It is located on the north side of the mountains, so it is a natural choice.

"The mountains are vast and the grain yield is low, but without the extortionate tax officials and officials, there are more people left than the people of Yunzhou. I heard that many people of Qing Dynasty couldn't survive in the country, so they crawled into the mountains to survive."

Zhou Yi has not been in seclusion these years. He goes down the mountain to fish from time to time, and treats the villagers by the way, so he knows a lot of outside news.

It's just a lag. After all, the distance is far away, the news in the mountains is blocked, and what I heard is already two or three years ago.

Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the lake, lightly flicking the fishing rod into the water.

As soon as the hook was hooked, a fish came over, eagerly spinning around the hook, trying to swallow the Lingmi into his stomach, but the hook was illusory, and they couldn't catch it no matter how hard they bit.

"A few lazy people, still want to cheat food and drink in Daoye!"

Zhou Yi recognized these herrings, all of them were cunning and lazy. After eating Lingmi, they didn't think about repaying their kindness. They just wanted to stay where they were and continue to eat.

A sackclothed boy ran over with a wine jar, crouched beside Zhou Yi, lifted the thick porcelain bowl that covered the mouth of the jar, and filled a bowl of rice wine that was as white as jade.

"Master Dao, this is my mother's new brew, let you taste it."

Zhou Yi took the thick porcelain bowl, raised his head and drank, nodded and said.

"It tastes good. Go back and tell your mother that Yimi has an extraordinary origin. It is a very high-quality brewing raw material. Putting other herbs will reduce the taste."

Although Yimi is the product of the decline of Lingmi, but as the basic raw material for brewing Lingjiu, its essential taste is far beyond ordinary materials.

"Understood, I'll tell my mother when I go back."

The young man took out the Taoist scripture from his arms and offered it with both hands: "Master Dao, I have already memorized this scripture, and I have some understanding. Unfortunately, no matter how much I practice, I can't sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

"Little Ye Ye, cultivating immortals is all fake, you have to believe in martial arts!"

At this time, the lake water was bubbling, revealing a three-foot long herring, opening his mouth and spit out a crystal shining jade, which just fell into Zhou Yi's hands.

"My grandfather said that the Daoist is an immortal."

Jin Ye is not surprised by this. He squatted beside Zhou Yi to listen to the scriptures when he was young, and it was not uncommon to see such mysterious things.

Most of the people in the village have seen it, and they all believe that the fish in Bibotan have spirituality, and they will be punished after killing them.

Zhou Yi put away the jade, and rewarded herring with rice grains with a flick of his finger: "If the poor Taoist is an immortal, how can he grow old?"

Jin Ye looked distressed: "If there were no immortals, what would happen to the vision I saw with my eyes? When my father died, I also saw ghosts, which scared me to sleep for several days."

"Everyone has qi, anger, death qi, qi luck, etc., you can see it with your natural pupil."

Zhou Yi explained casually: "The soul is formed by the condensation of thoughts. When a person dies, it is like a lamp that goes out, and when the thoughts die out, it appears as the soul flying away."

Jin Ye didn't doubt Zhou Yi's words, and he felt that he had missed something, especially when reading the Taoist scriptures, the sense of loss became stronger and stronger, and the body always felt a kind of emptiness.

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, but did not help Jin Ye understand.

Tian Linggen, born with spiritual pupils, a rare talent for immortal cultivation in the world, it is a pity to be born in this era.

At this time.

A **** fish swam over, with a body that was five or six feet long, and scared the lazy fish nearby who were begging for food to run away.

The black fish emerged from the water, with two long whiskers at the corners of its mouth like arms, holding a round rolling stone ball.

Zhou Yi didn't wait for the black fish to throw it out, and waved the stone beads into his hands. After carefully sensing it, his face revealed a happy expression: "Pin Dao has waited for more than 30 years, and finally he has harvested again. Dragon **** and reverse scales are enough!"

"Dragon Emperor, Pindao will translate for you, what is a surprise!"

Thirty years ago, there was an inverse scale. After Zhou Yi exhausted his calculations, he could only vaguely know that the Dragon Emperor was not in Shiwanda Mountain.

Now that you have Dragon Ball, you will be able to get more accurate information. After that, you will slowly investigate and search, even if it is thousands of feet underground, you have to dig it out!

Seeing Zhou Yi smiling happily, Jin Ye wondered, "Master Dao, what kind of treasure is this?"

"Dragon Ball, it can make people's wishes come true!"

Zhou Yi put away the dragon ball, fumbled for a moment from the cuff, and threw a green lotus seed: "Pindao never owes favor to people, and neither do fish. This colorful lotus seed is for you to eat."

The black fish opened its mouth and swallowed the lotus seeds into its belly. The fish tail swayed quickly and disappeared into the water.

"The merit is complete."

Zhou Yi said: "Little Ye Zi, Pindao has been in the mountains for a long time, and I plan to go out for a trip. It is fate to meet each other. This volume of Xiao Yanshen is given to you, and I will read it in the future."

Natural pupils can clearly see people's breath, bad luck, purple qi, etc., and some methods in Xiaoyan Shenshu can measure the future.

"Master Dao is leaving?"

Jin Ye took over the Taoist scriptures with a reluctant look on his face: "My mother is still waiting, saying that when the Taoist master has enough fun, she will marry you and be my father."

"What nonsense the child said, the poor Taoist is innocent, and he will not go to Hehuan Garden for a long time!"

Zhou Yi glared at Jin Ye, the girls in the mountains were too enthusiastic, coupled with her jade-like appearance and immortal temperament, in recent years, many girls have confessed and proposed marriage, and Jin Ye's mother is one of them.

In terms of identity, Jin Ye's grandfather is the great elder of Moyun City, and in terms of appearance, Jin Ye's mother is a famous beauty, but unfortunately Zhou Yi is a little late to talk about love at the age of 1,300.

What's more, since he is one generation lower than Jin Jing for nothing, that old boy doesn't even have his nostrils skyrocketing!

"Let's go, don't miss the poor road."

Zhou Yi put away his fishing rod and flew back to the mountain, singing loudly in a relaxed mood.

"Don't betray Sanguang, don't betray others, don't bully gods, don't bully the poor. Someone asked me about my cultivation method..."

Even though he has lived for a thousand years, he has long been proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, tasting, wine, and tea, but he has not made any progress in the way of poetry.

Among them, Lu Zu's poems are very favored.

Zhou Yi acted cautiously, like walking on thin ice, but he also envied the high-spirited Sword Immortal!

mountain top.

A Taoist temple with green bricks and green tiles stands, and a small Taoist boy in green clothes squatting at the door is yawning, and when he hears the singing, he opens his eyes.

"Xianchang, why did you come back so early today?"

"It's a happy event."

Zhou Yi pushed the door and went in, restraining the aura from shining, as if passing through the water and entering another world.

The spiritual field with a radius of more than 100 zhang was neatly maintained, and the rich spiritual energy condensed into rain on its own. Under the effect of the prohibition of the formation, it was dispersed into the five elements of spiritual rain to irrigate the elixir of corresponding attributes.

"With the continuous growth of Jianmu, Pindao, a place for hidden cultivation, finally has a bit of mystery!"

On the premise of not delaying his practice, Zhou Yi also arranged dozens of multiple formations to prohibit, each with its own magical effect. For example, this automatic irrigation formation is no longer as poor and simple as it was in the past.

The blue-clothed Taoist boy followed, and rolled on the spot into a ginseng doll with a red ribbon tied around his waist.

"Xianchang, are we going to move again?"

Zhou Yi said in surprise: "How did you guess?"

Lingshen doll proudly said: "Every time you go down the mountain to fish, at least all day long, I can lie down at home and sleep well. I came back early today, and said that there is a happy event, and I must have found traces of the treasure!"

"I see."

Zhou Yi didn't know whether to say Lingshen doll was smart or stupid.

"If you don't stare at the poor road for a while, you will be lazy and sleepy, and you won't go to work soon!"

Lingshen doll clutched her buttocks and screamed in pain, only to realize that she missed her mouth, and fled away without a trace.

Zhou Yi entered the Taoist temple, meditated, and adjusted his breath to the best.

Take out the cartridge first and shake it gently.

The lottery landed.

The light shines and condenses into a character: Bodhi.

"Good luck! Lao Long is hiding in Yizhou Buddhism?"

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, thinking that it was very possible.

Of the four orthodox sects, only Buddhism is the only one who is not very firm towards the demon clan, and has a deep hatred with Daojun Xuanxiao. After the Dragon Emperor self-proclaimed himself, he hid in Yizhou. Even if he was accidentally noticed by Buddhism, he would quietly hide and worship.

After the aura recovered, the Dragon Emperor owed such kindness, and should be the guardian of the heavenly dragon to protect Buddhism.

The small cut sky technique showed good luck, and Yizhou's trip was bound to be won, and then he took out the basalt shell and performed the small Yanshenshu.

Zhou Yi put the inverse scales and dragon **** on the basalt shell, and used the method of divination to find the trace of the Dragon Emperor. After a long time, a piece of information appeared in his mind out of thin air.

Wanfo Temple!

Fozhou.

The land in the extreme west of the continent, on the verge of the West Sea.

Wanfo Temple is located in the middle of the Bodhi Buddha Land. It is built on the mountain and covers an area of ​​over 10,000 mu.

The upper half of the Bodhi Peak is carved into a hundred-zhang-tall Buddha, which can be seen from a distance of dozens of miles.

"I heard that this Buddha statue was built after the end of the Dharma, costing millions of manpower, and it was replaced by the imperial court to directly destroy the country!"

Zhou Yi Lingkong observed for a moment, there were countless people in linen and brocade clothes on the ground ~www.mtlnovel.com~ kneeling on their knees and walking towards Wanfo Temple, and there were also monks in gray and white robes walking.

Falling light.

He transformed into a monk in yellow robe, wearing five Buddha crowns and a brocade cassock.

One holds a nine-ringed tin stick and the other holds a purple-gold bowl.

"Amitabha!"

Zhou Yi proclaimed the name of the Buddha, his eyes were merciful, and his Dharma was solemn.

For thousands of years of Buddhist and Taoist scriptures, no one in the world can match the depth of Buddhism alone, not to mention pretending to be a Buddhist disciple, even if the host of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple can do it.

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