I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

There is no one in a thousand spirit roots.

Tianlinggen is not one in a billion!

The Daheng Dynasty is known as the first dynasty in Shenzhou, and it ruled hundreds of millions of people. On the surface, there are only a dozen or so celestial roots.

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

This is not intentionally targeted by the Heavenly Court, but Tianlinggen has the qualification to directly enter the Taoist temple, and the Righteous God will teach him carefully, and he can be directly canonized by the Righteous God after graduation.

With such treatment, who would value mere Qingyun Temple?

Shouming tested again and again, touched the bones, and repeatedly confirmed that it was the Tianlinggen, and then secretly summoned the summons.

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

Not long after the news was sent out, two lights descended, Master Chang Yuan was half a step behind, and the leader was Master Zhenzhi Zhenjun of the Zhenzi generation.

Zhenzhi's spiritual 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 the sky, our lineage is about to rise!"

"Congratulations, Master."

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

Zhou Yi seemed a little frightened, and he was stunned for a long time before replying, "My name is Tang Xuan."

"Good name."

Chang Yuan clapped his palms and praised: "This is Master Poverty Dao, the elder of Qingyun Temple, and a well-known Taoist true monarch in the world of cultivating immortals. Would you like to pay homage to him?"

Zhou Yi bowed excitedly: "Greetings to Master, Senior Brother!"

Zhenzhi immediately beamed with joy: "Good apprentice, follow me up the mountain to meet the patriarch and enter it in the Qingyun roster. In the future, you will be successful in cultivation, and I will take you to meet Niu Sheng as a teacher. If you get one or two pointers from him, you will be able to run wild in the East and win Shenzhou!"

Zhou Yi nodded again and again, looking forward to meeting the scalper.

Shouming next to him listened in a daze. Seeing that Shizu Shizun was about to leave, he hurriedly said: "Master, Shizu, and three more disciples."

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

Chang Yuan reminded: "You guys really have no eyesight, why don't you visit my little uncle?"

"..."

Shouming was stunned, but his master's order must not be disobeyed, so he bowed and said, "Meet my uncle!"

Zhou Yi waved his hand skillfully.

"No need to be polite."

"Hahaha, Junior Brother is really a material for being an elder!"

The light escaped through the layers of clouds and mist, and saw a large palace and pavilion, covering an area of ​​at least three or four thousand mu.

Spiritual clouds lingered, and auspicious energy surged.

Strange flowers that have not thanked for thousands of years are everywhere, and evergreen fairy grass is everywhere.

Zhou Yi has operated Qingyun Temple for hundreds of years, and arranged it as his own home, transplanting useless plants and trees from Kunlun Cave, and its profound heritage is no worse than that of Dajiao.

As the light fell, the disciple on duty at the gate bowed to salute.

"Meet the elder!"

Zhenzhi nodded slightly, and led Zhou Yi into the door, and the first thing he saw was a huge tripod.

"Disciple, this tripod is the treasure of the clan left by the founder of the mountain, it is called Shanhe tripod!"

Zhou Yi asked: "It turned out to be the belongings of the patriarch. Can the disciple go over and offer incense?"

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

Zhenzhi said: "Only when offering sacrifices to the ancestors every year, the disciples of Guanzhong can offer incense, and they can also refine the essence of the five elements according to the secret techniques passed down by our school to show the merits of the ancestors."

After eight thousand years of sacrifices, the Shanhe Ding killed several sects, and now its weight is comparable to that of a giant mountain.

The power of one blow is not weaker than Lingbao!

Before Zhou Yi feigned death, he passed the Lingbao Jue 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 Lingbao, but is it comparable to a fairy weapon after eighty thousand years of refining?"

The three master and apprentice continued to move forward, and encountered another clump of green bamboos.

Really proudly said: "If you talk about spiritual treasures, those great sects of the Immortal Sect are not lacking, but this clump of 5,000-year-old pure spiritual bamboos is the only one in the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou!"

Chang Yuan spoke up and said: "Little brother is extremely talented, and he is also a wood spirit root. Maybe he can get the permission of the temple master to fold a spirit bamboo to make treasures."

"What maybe, this is inevitable."

Zhenzhi said: "If senior brother does not allow it, I will go to the tomb of the patriarch and burn papers to impeach him!"

"..."

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

When the Pure Spiritual Bamboo was transplanted, the oldest one was only three thousand years old, but now two thousand years have passed, and it has grown into a peerless rare treasure.

keep going.

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

Inside and outside the words, the patriarch was blown into a real fairy in the sky, and then he reminded intentionally or unintentionally, don't change the family.

Scanning through Zhou Yi's spiritual sense, he found that the historical flower beds, gardens, screen walls, etc. are all sealed with formations, like antiques in a museum, which can only be seen from a distance but not touched.

Finally arrived at Qingyun Palace.

Zhenzhi straightened his clothes at the door, coughed twice, cleared his throat, and stepped in.

There were six figures sitting cross-legged in the hall, and Shou Ming and three new disciples stood shrunk in the corner.

"Yo, all the senior brothers are here!"

Zhenzhi smiled and said: "Junior Brother, I had a whim today, and I made a divination. The heavenly secret foretells that there will be a good disciple. So I went down the mountain and walked for a while, and I took in a disciple of Tianlinggen!"

"snort!"

Several veteran Taoists frowned and looked at the contemporary celestial master in the middle with cold faces.

"Junior brother, it's a bit out of order for you to behave like this!"

Zhengu said: "Tang Xuan crossed mountains and ridges to worship his teacher, so he should be brought into the temple, and he can choose by himself. How can you go down the mountain to cut off the barbarian?"

"Why is it against the rules?"

Shouming stared at the corner of his eyes, he must have slipped his tongue, he planned to come to Qingyun Temple to worship the patriarch and confirm his status as master and apprentice when everyone was not paying attention.

"Junior Brother, let me ask you, if you found out first, would you go down the mountain to recruit disciples?"

The old Taoist in the palace had an unnatural look on his face, and the good disciples were present, so he didn't care about the rules and appearances, and he was accepted as a disciple first before talking about other things.

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

Zhengu looked at Zhou Yi with a smile on his face, and asked, "Little guy, who do you want to worship as your teacher among the seven elders in the palace? Zhengu, the poor Taoist, is the sixth generation of celestial master..."

"Big brother!"

Zhenzhi interrupted: "I have already accepted him as a disciple, and the dharma name is Chang... Yi, how can you be so tempting?"

As he spoke, he looked at Zhou Yi and blinked constantly.

"Greetings to Master Uncle, greetings to all Senior Uncles."

Zhou Yi bowed and saluted, and said: "After the disciple went up the mountain, the first person he met was Nephew Shouming, so he was destined to be with Master."

"Not bad."

Zhenzhi applauded repeatedly, pointing to the high-precision gold statue in the hall: "This is Patriarch Liguan, the first celestial master in Dongsheng Shenzhou, quickly bow down."

Zhou Yi raised his head to look at his own sculpture, bowing three times and nine times in anticipation.

"Meet the Patriarch!"

Since then.

Zhou Yi became the seventh-generation disciple of Qingyun Temple, and his dharma name is Chang Yi.

The master is really responsible for guarding the scripture hall, and directly handed over the elder order to Zhou Yi, who can go in and choose at will.

"Disciple, although you are the root of the heavenly spirit, you still have to practice diligently. Now Shenzhou is stable, and there are few fighting methods. First cultivate the mana to the golden core, and then cultivate the magical powers!"

"The disciple remembers."

Zhou Yi went shopping for a few days, and chose Taixuan Jing as the main exercise method.

Really smiling, the significance of this exercise is extraordinary, I found dozens of volumes of Taixuan Jing and analyzed it, and told Zhou Yi to ask any doubts at any time.

two years later.

Zhou Yi didn't need to take the Foundation Establishment Pill, and the Foundation Establishment succeeded naturally.

Such a speed of practice shocked Qingyun Guan, and it was much faster than the ordinary Tianlinggen.

Twelve years have passed.

There were thunder bursts on Qingyun Mountain, and thunderbolts fell one after another.

The seven figures watched from a distance, with really nervous expressions, flying up and down in the sky.

"Brother, can something go wrong?"

"The matter of the catastrophe, even the poor can't say for sure."

Zhengu frowned and looked up at the sky: "This lightning calamity is more than 50% more powerful than you and me at that time. The normal thunder calamity has a 30% chance, but now even 10% is not enough!"

Zhenzhi looked eagerly: "I'm going to find Niu Sheng, and ask him to help me."

"Don't worry, Pindao has already sent a message, and Niu Sheng said that he has paid attention."

Zhengu sighed and said: "Since the Heavenly Court took control of Shenzhou, the thunder disaster has become more and more severe every year. Now I can barely survive it. In a few hundred years..."

Really feel a little relieved, looking at Tianjie nervously.

"That's what outsiders need to worry about. Qingyun Mountain has Niu Sheng in command, so it won't be lonely."

After a long time.

The dark clouds all over the sky dispersed, and a divine light fell.

"It's done!"

Zhenzhi flew over quickly, and seeing Zhou Yi sitting cross-legged in the formation, his aura had already been promoted to Jindan.

Zhou Yi bowed and said, "Thank you, Master, for your teaching."

"Good apprentice."

Zhenzhi landed on the ground, circled Zhouyi a few times, and said, "This kind of practice speed is only comparable to that of Monkey Mountain. Maybe we can produce a human immortal in Qingyun Temple!"

The inheritance of Qingyun Temple originated from the three religions, and it is more complete than the imperial dynasty, and it does not lack the skills from refining qi to becoming immortal.

A few flashes of light fell, Zhengu heard Zhenzhi's words, and reminded in a deep voice.

"Junior brother, speak carefully!"

"What are you afraid of? Could it be that Heavenly Court dares to come to Qingyun Mountain to make trouble?"

Zhenzhi turned his head and said to Zhou Yi: "But you should be careful, that ungrateful guy, maybe he will make a dirty trick, and in the future, he will gather the Nascent Soul and change the world to cross the tribulation!"

Speaking of this, Zhenzhi sighed.

"As a teacher, I don't know if I can see you, Ning Ying. When the time comes, remember to burn the paper and pray for you below!"

"Master, don't worry, we will definitely see you."

Zhou Yi and Sun Changsheng are both inborn bones. The latter spent seventy years cultivating the Nascent Soul, and his true longevity is enough to see it.

Three days later.

Qingyun Temple held a celebration, and the disciples of the sect met with the newly promoted Jindan Elder.

The 12-year Golden Elixir can be called peerless.

Zhou Yi immediately became the idol of all the disciples of Qingyun Temple, and some female disciples even secretly sent messages to exchange life with the elders.

"Poverty is devoted to the Tao, and has no other thoughts!"

Rejecting the hints from the senior sisters and sisters, Zhou Yi continued to retreat and practice hard, so that he could manifest the cultivation base of Yuanying as soon as possible.

At that time, even if Sun Changsheng met him, he would not think that he was a master, but a junior with a sympathetic heart and a lot of karma on his head!

...

The years are long.

A hundred years is fleeting.

There are scalpers sitting in Qingyun Mountain, and it is still calm.

However, many changes have taken place in Dongsheng Shenzhou. Since Mo Jie released the demons from the Heavenly Prison, there are demon cultivators causing chaos in the common world from time to time.

Under the guidance of the mountain gods and land, mortals worship the gods of heaven in the morning and evening, and most of them worship the emperor of heaven.

From nowhere, there was a group portrait of the Heavenly Emperor and the True God in the early dynasty. With the help of the Heavenly Court, it quickly became popular in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and almost every household had one or even a few pictures.

The Taoist priest who sold the portraits said that as long as you offer incense in the morning and evening, you will not be harmed by demons.

The people bought it back and tried it, and it really worked. No matter whether there are monsters nearby or not, all devout worshipers will be safe and sound.

Therefore, worshiping the Emperor of Heaven has become more important than eating and sleeping!

Worship God first when you go home, worship God after eating, worship God after going to work in the field, and worship God after the couple celebrates...

Immeasurable incense gathered into the heavenly court, more than ten times more than before the evil calamity.

The strength of the Heavenly Emperor and many true gods increased a lot, and more than 20 true gods were canonized with incense, most of them were monks outside the Xianzong sect, which put an end to the rumors that "loose cultivators cannot be named gods".

Ordinary people live and work in peace and contentment, but monks live in hardship.

The number of articles kept increasing, almost becoming a masterpiece of human height, with hundreds of thousands of entries, casting the world of cultivating immortals into a cage.

While studying the scriptures and enlightening the Tao, monks must carefully ponder the meaning of Tiantiao, so as not to fall into the trap of Tiantiao if they do not understand the law, but it is more serious than fighting with martial arts.

You can't do this, and you can't touch that.

Obediently hide in the mountains and practice, in case of being inspected by the righteous gods, if you can't show the fairy book and the source of the exercises, you have to go to the prison for a while, and you must prove that I am a good person!

In the dead of night.

Many monks feel sorry for each other, and feel that their life is not as good as that of prisoners. Of course, it is absolutely impossible for them to be mortals!

Before Fengshen shouted that there had been no major changes since ancient times, and it was only after two thousand years that it showed its power.

People are not like people, and immortals are not immortals!

...

Qingyun Mountain.

back mountain.

In front of the tomb of the Celestial Master.

On the plain tomb, the words "Tomb of the Celestial Master" are simply written.

More than 1,900 years have passed, with the wind and rain, the stone tablet has become more and more simple and vicissitudes, and the edges and corners are shining brightly. Obviously, people often come to mourn.

Standing in front of the tomb of the Celestial Master, Zhengu said to Zhou Yi.

"Bringing you here today is to pass on the position of celestial master to you, and from then on you will be the seventh generation of celestial master!"

Zhou Yi said: "Uncle Master, you still have more than ten years of life..."

"It's okay, the old Taoist has long wanted to resign."

Zhengu said faintly: "The word "Tianshi" is too heavy! Impoverished Taoists have ordinary talents, and if they are lucky enough to condense golden pills, they will not be able to lead Qingyun Temple to prosperity at all!"

Zhou Yi solemnly said: "Master, don't worry, this disciple will definitely live up to his expectations!"

"Hahaha, of course the old Taoist believes it."

Zhengu's eyes shined brightly: "You are a genius that Qingyun Temple did not have two years ago. You have cultivated into a Nascent Soul in less than two hundred years. In the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou, you can be called the pride of the generation!"

"Uncle Miao praised."

Zhou Yi couldn't help but blushed, and the Nascent Soul, who had practiced for nearly nine thousand years, was really a little embarrassed.

Gently caressing the tombstone, Zhengu said: "The first generation of celestial masters is the most amazing and brilliant person in the history of Shenzhou. With his own strength, he performed the act of conferring gods and benefited hundreds of millions of living beings..."

Zhou Yi stood in front of his tomb, quietly listening to Zhengu's story about the great achievements of the first generation of celestial masters!

Talking about conferring gods, slaying demons and eliminating demons, etc., Zhou Yi reluctantly felt at ease, but Zhengu became more and more exaggerated as he talked, almost blowing the first generation of celestial masters into heaven and true immortals.

Zhengu looked excited and his face was red: "After the first generation of celestial masters became gods, they completed their mission in the mortal world, so they were pushed away from the position of celestial masters and waited to return to the fairy world at the end of their lives."

"If you are not a true immortal, how can you not care about the position of Emperor of Heaven?"

Sounds so reasonable!

Seeing his uncle's fanatical appearance, Zhou Yi didn't even dare to say a word of rebuttal, for fear that if he said something wrong, he would be expelled from the house at least, or wiped out in ashes at worst.

When I woke up today and opened my eyes, it was dark outside!

Sleeping from night to night, inexplicably missing a day...

After waking up, I have a headache and back pain, difficulty concentrating, and feel in a trance as if I haven't woken up.

I can't stay up late in the future, I have to go to bed before 1 o'clock, and if I continue like this, I don't think I will be able to survive this book!