I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Congratulations on where to choose, of course it is the old place.

Chunfeng Building.

Love is more kind because of old age!

It doesn't matter if the girls are ugly, the important thing is to miss the past and recall the old atmosphere.

"Once the old dragon dies, there will be no relatives or enemies in this world. I will be lonely and walk alone. The only thing that will accompany the poor man from the beginning to the end is only a fence!"

Zhou Yi sighed slightly, he hadn't returned to Qing Kingdom for more than sixty years in a blink of an eye, and a lifetime had passed for a mortal.

From the eminent monk's soul search, I learned that Emperor Taishi was old and frail, and became more and more obsessed with seeking immortality. He was still dissatisfied with the construction of the Kunlun Palace.

Corrupt officials are rampant, and refugees are everywhere.

This does not affect the excitement of Chunfenglou, it was not a place for common people, and it was already full before nightfall.

Box on the second floor.

Zhou Yi leaned against the red and leaned on the green, with several red lip marks on his face and neck, and the Taoist robe on his body exuded a strong smell of powder.

Since Emperor Taishi destroyed Buddhism, Taoist priests had a high status in the Yunzhou countries, and because women couldn't help but drink and marry, many scholars who failed in the test spent money to buy Taoist certificates.

Put on a Taoist robe and write a few articles on cultivating immortals and refining alchemy, if you catch His Majesty's eyes, you will be able to rise to the top!

The girl on the left is named Min Min, with slender eyebrows, a broad mind, and a soft and charming voice.

"Master Dao, you have regarded Chunfenglou as your home for half a month, how can you still recite the scriptures and enlighten the Tao?"

"Poverty is cultivating the Tao."

Zhou Yi said: "Congratulations, keep your humanity!"

The girl on the right pursed her lips and smiled lightly, fed Zhou Yi some grapes, and said with a smile: "Then Daoist will stay for a few more years, so that he can cultivate both yin and yang, and maybe he can become a fairy."

"Yuanyuan is not bad, she even knows about Shuangxiu."

Zhou Yi counted with his fingers, shook his head and said: "The people waiting for the poor are almost up, and I will go to see them tonight."

After finishing speaking, he waved to the old bustard and called her over.

"Master Dao, what orders do you have?" The old bustard came over with her waist twisted, and she couldn't open her eyes with a smile. This master Dao was extremely generous, spilling tens of thousands of taels of silver in just half a month.

The top girls in the building take turns to take care of her, and she must be satisfied.

"Change the tune today..."

Zhou Yi asked: "Is there anyone who can sing "Legend of the Gods"?"

The old procuress showed doubts. She was also a popular oiran back then, proficient in playing, playing and singing, but this was the first time she heard the title of this song.

"Master Dao, we..."

Zhou Yi took out a large stack of banknotes from his cuff and stuffed them into the bosom's arms.

"Pindao pays for all the drinks in the venue today!"

"Yes, there must be."

The old bustard squeezed the thickness of the bank note, reckoned that it would be less than two or three thousand taels, and nodded repeatedly: "Even if there are no girls in the building, let's get rid of the skin and go outside and invite someone to sing!"

About half an hour.

There was a change of people on the stage, it was no longer a curvaceous girl, but an old musician with white beard and hair.

The old musician sat cross-legged on the floor, with the piano across his knees.

Clank!

"...a drop of bitter wine is a book of history!"

The musician's voice was like a burst of gold and stone, long and desolate, incompatible with the world of fireworks, it directly poured into the ears of the guests, and they all turned their heads to look at the stage.

Seeing Zhou Yi's satisfied expression, the old bustard hurriedly came over to show his credit: "Master Dao, we sent people to run around more than a dozen markets, and finally found someone who can sing this song."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, and asked: "With such profound internal strength, you are willing to put down your body and sing, what is the origin?"

The boss respectfully said: "I heard that he is from Jianghu, what is his name Xianyinmen, he is famous for his rhythm!"

"Xianyin, what a name!"

Zhou Yi took out a stack of banknotes, then put them back, and replaced them with a pill bottle.

"reward!"

...

midnight.

Zhou Yi walked out of the Spring Breeze Building, the wind and snow was raging outside, and the ground was covered with three or four inches of snow.

creak creak——

Stepping on the snow, two lines of imprints stretched straight to the imperial city.

"Help……"

A weak voice came from the dark corner of the street, the footsteps paused, and a spiritual light fell from his hand, helping him recover his health.

Walk through the streets and alleys, and after a short walk, you will hear calls for help, or catch a glimpse of dead corpses.

Zhou Yi's eyes were downcast, and at first he went over to say a few words of concern, but when he saw too many, he just waved for help.

Yin time.

The palace gates of the imperial city were closed tightly, and the soldiers on duty were wearing black armor, standing upright in the snowstorm.

Emperor Taishi built his country with military exploits. He once led an invincible army. He clearly knew that the foundation of his rule was the army, so he searched Yunzhou for decades, but he still did not forget to strengthen the imperial army.

Zhou Yi strolled to the gate of the palace, and the soldiers on duty seemed to have disappeared, and walked directly through the gate to the Kunlun Palace.

In the dead of night.

The palace is brightly lit, and the shadows of people are reflected on the window paper, like whispering, like conspiracy.

"When was the last time you came to the palace? Oh, Pindao has never been here before!"

Zhou Yi remained in awe of the palace, and according to the routine in the script, there was probably an old monster hiding in it.

Now five hundred years after the end of the Dharma, Zhouyi has become the oldest old monster. It is unavoidable that he is curious when he comes to the palace for the first time. He wanders around the palace one by one with his hands in his hands, comparing with the attractions he has visited several times in his previous life.

During the period, I walked into Shangyang Palace and sat on the dragon chair, but unfortunately there was no camera to take pictures.

Going around in circles, to the Kunlun Palace.

A series of tyrannical figures, either bright or dark, defended impenetrably.

Zhou Yi performed an invisibility formula, stepped half a foot off the ground, and walked in swaggeringly. The first thing that caught his eye was the spiritual field carved from gold and jade.

"Qin Zheng has a good memory, but it's a pity that the scenery remains the same, and people have changed!"

Passing through the Lingtian and the gazebo, and entering the Taoist temple, Qin Zheng's old and weak voice came from the room.

"I'm dreaming again!"

Emperor Taishi was wearing a big purple Taoist robe, covered with a brocade quilt with eight trigrams and yin and yang pictures, lying on a jade bed, and murmured: "I dreamed of Kunlun Mountain, immortals, spiritual ginseng, and Jianmu..."

Qin Xiao knelt in front of the couch, and said with concern: "I have heard that there is a true Buddha in the west, and I have sent people to search for it. My father wants to take care of his health. Daoist pills are hard to live forever, maybe Buddhism can?"

"Cough cough cough!"

Emperor Taishi coughed violently a few times, and when he was panting, his face seemed to be dyed with gold powder, shining under the light of the candle.

"There is no real Buddha in the world, it must be a trick of the Buddhist sect! But you can also contact the Buddhist sect. When you become emperor in the future, the first thing to do is to exalt the Buddha and destroy the Dao. Now the Baiyun Temple has become a trend that cannot be lost."

"Remember your father's teachings."

Qin Xiao pondered for a moment, then worriedly said: "Those canonized real people in Baiyunguan, the power of the court and the people is deeply entrenched, and the sons and ministers tried to control the six departments, and they repeatedly stumbled in secret. Can the father give an order..."

Emperor Taishi stopped him: "There is no need to say this again. When I was in Kunlun Mountain, I promised the immortals to promote Taoism!"

Qin Xiao's face showed bitterness, as the Taifu said, the father had gone crazy and completely fell into a demon.

"Everyone in the world thinks I'm crazy!"

Emperor Taishi lived for a hundred and twenty years, fighting with the prince, father, emperor, and Buddhism. It can be said that most of the years were spent in struggle. Just by looking at his son's expression, he could tell what he was thinking.

"The truth is that I am the only one who is awake. There really are Kunlun and immortals in this world!"

Emperor Taishi's speech became weaker and weaker, trying to mobilize the qi and blood in the dantian to stimulate potential vitality, but what emerged was a highly poisonous mixture of gold, silver, lead and mercury, and he was dying in an instant.

"My son believes that father, take care of your health!"

Seeing this scene, Qin Xiao was so frightened that he agreed repeatedly.

"After the sons and ministers ascended the throne, they will not give up looking for Kunlun, children and grandchildren, until they find the real immortal!"

"good."

Emperor Taishi didn't care how sincere his son was, and in his current state, he couldn't care about the affairs behind him. His only role was to suppress the court and buy time for Qin Xiao to take power.

Even if there is only one breath left, as long as he is still alive, the court of Qing Kingdom will not be chaotic.

Qi and blood gradually calmed down, and the blood pill condensed and suppressed the poison in the internal organs, and no longer eroded the vitality of Emperor Taishi.

"Go down, I'm going to rest!"

"My son will leave."

Qin Xiao withdrew from the house and ordered the servants on duty to keep an eye on His Majesty's physical condition at all times. If something went wrong, don't say anything, and send a message to the Imperial Army to block the palace before the funeral.

in the house.

Emperor Taishi closed his eyes slightly, and scenes appeared in front of his eyes, full of memories of his practice in Kunlun Mountain.

Among them, Zhou Zhenren's appearance became more and more clear, as if he was standing in front of him. Even though he was old, frail and poisonous, the instinct of a strong man in martial arts instantly awakened Emperor Taishi.

"who?"

Zhou Yi looked at Qin Zheng, who was in his dying years, and said slowly without using spells to treat him.

"I haven't seen you for a hundred years, and Jushi Qin has forgotten the poor way?"

"A real person!"

Emperor Taishi finally saw clearly that the person standing in front of the bed was really Zhou Zhenren, struggling to get up to worship, but his limbs were weak and he was panting after a little movement.

Zhou Yi said: "The layman's lifespan is not long, don't waste it in vain."

Emperor Taishi didn't move when he heard the words, seeing that Master Zhou's appearance hadn't changed at all, a glint of hope flashed in his eyes: "Is the Master here to pick up his disciples to practice in Kunlun Mountain?"

"no!"

Zhou Yi shook his head and said: "The poor Taoist has long forgotten you, but he retreated out, heard what you did, and felt guilty to take a look."

Emperor Taishi said sadly: "Why is the real person guilty?"

"Back then when you entered Kunlun by mistake, you shouldn't have taught you martial arts."

Zhou Yi sighed and said: "For the convenience of the poor, I tried to use your hand to rectify the name of my junior. I never wanted to attract you to be obsessed with the immortal way, and I did not hesitate to poison the common people."

"The real person is right, but I can't control it."

Emperor Taishi said: "The word longevity is like a demon in the heart, controlling the body and soul. Every night, I repent for the evil things I have done, and I can't help but act recklessly during the day!"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, and said, "After today, the demons will disappear."

"Am I going to die?"

Emperor Taishi coughed violently a few times, and asked: "The disciple has done all the evil deeds. After death, he will be punished in the 18th hell. When he is dying, can he ask the real person for a favor?"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly: "Say."

"I am well aware of my sins, so I pass it on to my third son, Qin Xiao, because he is gentle by nature, so he must be a benevolent king."

Emperor Taishi said: "However, there are too many traitors in the court, and they colluded with the demons to lead the common people. After my death, troubles will inevitably arise. Qin Xiao's methods of doing things are too upright, and it is difficult to defeat the tricks of ghosts and monsters. Please protect me."

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, but did not directly agree.

"Pindao will observe secretly for some time."

"Thanks, Maestro."

Emperor Taishi's face showed joy, his heart relaxed, the blood pill could not suppress the poison, and followed the qi and blood to swim all over the body.

"Zhen Zhitai, Yulong Chariot, Climbing Kunlun..."

He died after a few breaths.

Zhou Yi caressed Qin Zheng's eyelids and helped him close his eyes.

"Poverty should take this as a warning, power overwhelms the world, and you should be more cautious in doing things. A little willfulness will cause a century of suffering in the world!"

...

Taishi ninety-seven years.

The emperor died in the Kunlun Palace, and Prince Qin Xiao came to the throne.

During the national mourning period, a vision of a blood cloud first appeared in the sky above Xianjing, and then an earth dragon turned over, killing and injuring thousands of people.

The Baiyun Guan real person's fortune-telling will then be publicized by the people. This is a warning from the heavens to celebrate the country, and the prince Qin Xiao is the reincarnation of an evil dragon, which is in conflict with the fate of the country!

All officials in the court used this as an excuse to force Qin Xiao to abdicate to the virtuous, and the youngest son of the former emperor should be established as the emperor, so as to ensure the continuity of the country's fortune.

after one month.

Thousands of Taoist soldiers stormed the Imperial Forbidden City, entered the Shangyang Palace together from inside and outside, and were wiped out in ashes when they encountered thunder from the sky.

the next day.

Baiyunguan's true immortals have all turned into immortals, and before they left, they flew up with allies in the court and China. The opposition was leaderless, and it was difficult to force Qin Xiao to abdicate.

After the New Year, it was changed to Jiading.

...

Northern Xinjiang.

The snake coiled around the mountain.

Zhou Yi fell to Duanguang, chose an unnamed mountain at random, and arranged a formation to prohibit him from cultivating here.

The spirit ginseng doll carried a hoe and said with her mouth curled up, "Head Immortal, can we stop moving all the time?"

Every time I change places to practice, I always have to recultivate the spiritual field and transplant the elixir. The small arms and legs of the ginseng doll have to work hard for at least two or three years.

"I won't be moving for a short time."

Zhou Yi promised: "This place is deserted and uninhabited. The distance from the nearest city is less than a thousand miles away. No one will bother us to clean up. In the future, poor Taoists will seldom go to celebrate. Fifty, no, twenty... once every five years!"

"hehe."

Lingshen doll's small eyes rolled up, obviously in disbelief.

Zhou Yi felt a little guilty, and scolded sternly, "You're getting more and more courageous, why don't you hurry up and start farming!"

After blasting away the spirit ginseng doll, Zhou Yi circled Jianmu a few times, and his spiritual sense penetrated into the trunk. A wisp of ignorant consciousness was touched, and it fed back joyful emotions, which were both familiar and strange.

"Niu'er, don't worry, Pindao will ripen Jianmu earlier, so that you will have complete consciousness."

Jianmu grows extremely slowly, and is less than four feet old now, which is still equivalent to an embryonic state, which is not enough to cultivate spiritual wisdom at all.

The scalper's soul was affected by this, leaving only a faint ray of consciousness.

This is also the opportunity for the scalper, the remnant soul merges into Jianmu's weak spiritual consciousness, and recovers as Jianmu grows. It's really a mature Jianmu, not to mention the golden elixir soul of the scalper, it would be difficult to win it if it was a demon saint!

"Prime Minister Turtle and those three fellows don't know what to do."

When Zhou Yi was cultivating near Bibotan, he often went out to search for traces of the Temple of the Four Spirits, but he found nothing.

The huge ancient ruins disappeared without a trace, as if they were not in the same space as Jiuzhou.

"This is also a good thing. With the help of the inheritance of the temple, we can avoid the apocalypse. We will not be trapped in the Kunlun Mountains. It will be difficult to break through the realm for hundreds of years, and we can only wait for death every day!"

With the disappearance of the Temple of the Four Spirits, it was difficult for Zhou Yi not to be suspicious.

"It is rumored that the Temple of the Four Spirits was built by a demon sage, and its realm is equivalent to that of the human race. From this, it can be inferred that there are really old human monsters in the world who claim to be somewhere in the ruins?"

"It seems that you must be careful when going out in the future, and avoid using large spells to appear in front of people, the breath is too conspicuous!"

...

Taoist temple.

retreat room.

Sitting cross-legged, Zhou Yi took out the Dragon Emperor's relic, a transparent orb, from the storage bag.

After slaying the Dragon Emperor in the depths of the West Sea, he deliberately left a stone tablet on the deserted island, on which was engraved with the words "Xuan Yi Zhenjun slashed the dragon here", and buried a volume of top-notch cultivation skills under the stone tablet.

In the future, when the spiritual energy recovers, if a monk passes by the deserted island, he will be able to obtain the power inheritance.

"At that time, it must be a new opportunity. Maybe the world of cultivating immortals will be called ancient, and what Pindao left behind is also ancient skills!"

Zhouyi satisfied his evil taste, and his spiritual consciousness carefully explored the orb, and it was indestructible as a whole.

"Enlightenment of Earth Sha has been restricted for hundreds of years, and I have not found a suitable spiritual object to refine the magic weapon. This bead is exactly what should be owned by the poor!"