I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

"Mingcha?"

Jin Yangzi's voice was ice-cold, and he looked Magistrate Zhao up and down, as if wondering where to strike.

The monk of the Supervision Department is responsible for arresting the evil gods. After seeing a lot of evil spirits and heretics, their minds are inevitably affected by them.

"I can kill you now, or let you go!"

"My lord, a few days ago, the official came to Beijing to pay homage to my teacher..."

Zhao Tai changed the topic, and now he dared to show up to rely on something: "I learned that His Majesty is very dissatisfied with Daheng Immortal God, and intends to restart the Beijing inspection and the big plan, and take a test every ten years to eliminate the rule of God!"

"Jingcha!"

Jin Yangzi narrowed his eyes slightly, his awe-inspiring killing intent dissipated in an instant, and his voice was like spring wind turning into rain.

"Zuo Yushi Qing's name is spread all over the capital. Since he is his disciple, he will never join forces with Linyang land. I found out through soul searching that Linyang land was coerced by your family, so he had no choice but to make false promises, and did not share the incense!"

While speaking, he waved his hand and put the Wishing Pearl into his cuff.

"Thank you, my lord."

County Magistrate Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. The God of Land has ravaged Linyang County for five years, and the local officials have not reported it to the court. They are already suspected of dereliction of duty and collusion.

What Jin Yangzi said was the best solution, at most he would be condemned by the court, so he would not be convicted.

Jin Yangzi asked: "Talk about the Jingcha and the big plan, what is the specific process?"

The Jingcha is to assess the officials of the capital, and the big plan is to assess the officials of the local prefectures and counties. These two systems were established by Taizu Daheng. Back then, countless righteous officials who failed the assessment were resigned from their posts at least, and at worst they would be cut off from Xiantai.

As Daheng was established for a long time, several unreliable emperors appeared in the middle, and the assessment system was gradually relaxed until it was completely abandoned a thousand years ago.

"According to my mentor, His Majesty intends to establish a survey and verification department to be responsible for survey and verification officials."

Zhao County Magistrate said: "This department spares the six cabinet departments and is directly responsible to His Majesty. It has the power to arrest and torture officials who have found out crimes!"

Jin Yangzi said quietly: "No wonder people say that today is mean and ungrateful and suspicious by nature. After the establishment of the Survey and Nuclear Research Department, wouldn't it be directly on the head of the official?"

County magistrate Zhao bowed his body, sweating profusely and did not dare to raise his head, his five senses were sealed off by mana and he ignored it.

After a while.

When he looked up again, the hall was empty, and Jin Yangzi had disappeared.

County Magistrate Zhao turned and left, and was about to go back to the Yamen, when he went out and met Master Miaozhu Huang.

"Craftsman Huang San'er, pay homage to Lord Qingtian!"

Huang San'er knelt down on the ground, knocked his head three times, and said: "The evil god wantonly poisoned the people for the sake of incense. In order to expose his true face, I endured the humiliation and made a temple blessing."

"..."

County magistrate Zhao raised his brows, the words sounded familiar, he pondered for a moment and asked.

"Since you are bearing the burden of humiliation, can you collect evidence?"

"Naturally."

Huang San'er said: "Caomin has been undercover for decades, gained the trust of the evil god, and is responsible for managing the incense money in the temple. The accumulation is tens of thousands of taels."

"This official has always been impartial and strict."

Zhao County Magistrate put on airs and said in a solemn voice: "Don't think about bribing this official with gold and silver, these incense money are all the hard-earned money of the people in Linyang!"

Gold, silver and jewelry are not in the eyes of the monks who established the foundation. Any spiritual thing on weekdays can be sold for several thousand taels of silver. Some rare medicines are already priceless.

In order to survive, Huang San'er scratched her head and scratched her head, remembering: "A few years ago, I accidentally heard the evil god talking to the mountain god. It seems that some treasure was buried in a cave somewhere in Wushan."

"There are still stolen goods!"

County magistrate Zhao was moved immediately, and the legacy of the two Golden Core True Monarchs must be a great opportunity for the Foundation Establishment cultivator, so he hurriedly asked.

"Think carefully, where is the stolen goods buried?"

Huang San'er asked: "My lord, then my crime..."

"What crime?"

County Magistrate Zhao said: "My lord has already proved that I have long been acquainted with that evil god, and Mr. Huang is under my command, and he did not hesitate to risk his life to go undercover in the Earth Temple."

"Not only innocent, but meritorious! The yamen warehouse lacks a master, and you will be in charge in the future."

"Thank you, Master Qingtian!"

Huang San'er was overjoyed immediately, the warehouse owner was a fat job, and he could make a fortune by just grabbing some oil and water.

...

Yuan Ding seventy-six years.

The land case in Linyang County happened, and he was beheaded and killed on the spot by the head of the Supervision Department.

The county magistrate posted notices everywhere, blaming the land god for all the disasters and murders in Linyang County in recent years.

The backlog of cases in the county government was cleared up in no time.

The former Master Huang, now the Huang Treasurer, is wearing a yamen official uniform under the notice, preaching the evil deeds of the land god.

In just a few months.

The god of land in Linyang County was worshiped by all the people, but fell into adulthood and everyone shouted and beat.

half year later.

The imperial court issued a commendation, praising Linyang county magistrate for sticking to the bottom line and not going with evil spirits.

At the same time, Zhao County Magistrate took the post of Linyang Land temporarily for a period of ten years in order to build a foundation.

The intention of the court is obvious. Due to Lin Yang's evil deeds, it is difficult to obtain the power of incense and fire in a short time, and other Golden Core monks are unwilling to come here to clean up the mess.

Ten years later, the people have almost forgotten about the past, and they will be able to send new lands.

If the magistrate of Zhao County was promoted to Jindan in ten years, he was directly converted to the official land god, and he was also a ninth-rank official. From an official to a righteous god, it can be regarded as a big step forward!

...

half year later.

Osan.

after the rain.

The mountains are hazy, and the birds are chirping.

Zhou Yi walked in the deep forest and saw a temple on the mountainside.

The mud is broken, only half of the wall is left, and half of the god statue is down under the wall, which is already covered with moss.

"Things are impermanent. Last year, the mountain temple was still full of incense, but now there are only a few broken walls."

Zhou Yi waved his hand to take a photo of the statue from the rubble, and he could barely distinguish that it was a tiger-headed human body, wearing armor, and it was Wushan Mountain God.

A demon king of the golden core period, who has occupied the mountain god position for more than a hundred years.

Last year, when Jin Yangzi investigated the Linyang land case, he killed the mountain god by the way. Since he was not a righteous god conferred by the imperial court, it was similar to killing a demon, and the county government's announcement did not mention it.

Mountains, rivers and wild gods should be killed in the eyes of the court!

Yuntong Hebo, who is also a wild god, did not receive any punishment, not even a verbal reprimand.

"With a mountain background, it will work anywhere!"

Zhou Yi knows without investigation that Yuntong Hebo has the Yuanying Dragon Lord as his backer, and the Dragon Lord is protected by a more powerful dragon clan.

The dragon clan is the most protective of the calf, crimes committed by the same clan will never be punished by the clan.

"Occupying Wushan, first of all concentrate on practicing, and slowly get in touch with fellow practitioners. Once you understand Dongsheng Shenzhou clearly, you must find a backer, otherwise people will clean it up if you are not sure!"

In the recent years of Zhou Yi, he had already inquired clearly about what His Majesty has done since he ascended the throne.

Emperor Yuan Ding has been in charge of Daheng for more than 70 years, and has killed more righteous gods than in the past 200 years. He is famous for his cruelty and ruthlessness.

According to this person's temperament, the next hundred or twenty years will inevitably turn Daheng upside down.

"Either Yuan Ding Zhongxing, or speed up the collapse of Daheng!"

In the eyes of Zhou Yi, Daheng, with a history of 2,500 years, has been deeply ill.

The reason for not collapsing is because the imperial court is dominated by cultivators who transform the gods, and the people at the bottom are completely powerless to resist.

When Daheng replaced the previous dynasty, it was after the Taizu broke through the transformation of the gods, he rose up, and Yun Hejing followed.

According to folklore, Taizu Daheng is still alive today, and made the rule of changing the emperor every two hundred years.

Walk to the top of Wushan.

Zhou Yi's eyes sparkled, he observed the direction of the mountains, and quickly found the place where Fengshui and weather converged.

The light fell.

There are also the ruins of the mountain temple here, which is much larger than other land boundaries, and it should be the place where the former mountain god and true god practiced.

With a wave of his hand, the ground rumbled and turbulent, burying the ruins underground.

A wall rose from the ground, and after a while, a new mountain temple was built.

It covers an area of ​​more than a hundred feet, with front and back entrances.

There is a plaque of "God of Wushan" hanging on the vermilion gate. When you push the door, you can see the statue of the mountain god in the main hall, in a dark blue Taoist robe, holding a sword in one hand and a talisman in the other.

Behind it is the practice place of Zhouyi, which is divided into rooms for meeting guests, alchemy, retreat, and qi refining.

The whole looks like a Taoist temple, but the statue of the god in the temple is Zhou Yi himself.

"With the name of the mountain god, and no one offering incense to worship, it will be difficult to condense the wish beads!"

Zhou Yi soared into the sky, and his spiritual consciousness swept across a hundred miles, scattered in several villages, and there were also hunters who lived in the mountains all the year round, most of them were believers of mountain gods.

The divine sense observed for a moment, but there were no people to guide.

"Fix the other small temples first, and according to Hong Luo's practice notes, set up a few more temples, not only for the convenience of the believers under the rule, but also for the passing people to enter the temple to burn incense."

In the world where gods manifest, mortals know that gods really exist, so they naturally develop the habit of burning incense in temples.

Whether it is useful or not, worshiping the gods is never wrong. If a narrow-minded god sees that you don't burn incense, he may cast a spell to bring you bad luck.

This kind of offering by passers-by, the power of incense and vows is thin, but it is also an act of accumulating a small amount!

several days.

There are dozens of Xinshan temples in Wushan, and there is basically one in twenty or thirty miles.

Zhou Yi used the method of dreaming to inform the people living in Wushan of the new name and image of the mountain god.

The general idea is: the God of the Mountain has changed, don't make a mistake!

Perhaps Zhou Yi's appearance is in human form, which is far more friendly than the monster with a tiger head and a human body. The people did not have any resistance, and directly replaced the tiger head god enshrined in their homes.

"Or maybe the people don't believe in the mountain god, but the mountain god!"

Zhou Yi shook his head, occupying the seat of the God of Wushan, and did not plan to change it for a short time.

No matter who people believe in now, hundreds or thousands of years later, the god they believe in must be Zhouyi. Moreover, the long lifespan makes Zhou Yi not eager for quick success and quick benefits, and will go the right way to gather incense.

"There are three right ways, protecting the people, teaching the Dharma, and praying!"

Protecting the people is to cure diseases and relieve disasters, and to win the support and respect of the people from the bottom of their hearts, but it is quite cumbersome to do.

The people under the rule are not all sick, nor will they get sick at the same time. The way to cure the disease needs to wait for opportunities and travel around. The same is true for disaster relief. Except for self-made disasters, there will be no natural disasters in ten or twenty years.

The teaching of the law is to spread the Taoism. The monks and spirits who have stepped into the Tao way, the incense and vows enshrined far exceed ordinary people.

Prayer means that the people under the rule offer incense and pray, and the gods cast spells to fulfill the wishes of the people.

Zhou Yi pondered carefully, and then compared with the less than ten thousand people near Wushan, he suddenly realized.

"It's no wonder that the land of the mountain gods is going down the wrong path. These three right paths gather the power of vows, which is to earn hard incense money!"

"Busy, busy, condensing a few beads of wish power is not enough to delay the practice time. Fortunately, poor Taoists have unlimited lifespan. It takes thousands of years to cross the sea, and the beads of wish power can be slowly condensed!"

Zhou Yi occupies the seat of Wushan God, and does not plan to move for a short time.

Gathering the wish beads is the first priority, followed by making friends from all over the world, and getting to know the world of cultivating immortals in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

after one month.

The people in Shannan went hunting in the mountains, and when they met a blind bear, they were about to die.

Suddenly a boulder rolled down from the mountain and knocked the black bear unconscious, Orion faintly heard a majestic voice: "Bold and evil, how dare you harm people in the realm of the god!"

Orion thanked the mountain god again and again, and made offerings to the mountain god day and night when he returned home. Everyone said that the mountain god had worked.

This matter was naturally manipulated by Zhou Yi, and he used the incense and concentration formula, and found that the incense wish power contributed by Orion was more than ten times stronger than before.

If there is a classification of believers, it is probably from a general believer to a believer!

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

Zhou Yi silently recited the formula of clearing the heart, suppressing the idea of ​​casting spells to create accidents in his heart, and then appearing to save people.

"What is the difference between obtaining the power of incense and fire in this way, and the land of Linyang? Many gods started from being evil, and as their greed grew, they gradually became demons!"

one year later.

The God of Wushan has dozens of believers.

Among them was an old man surnamed Chen, who was grateful to the mountain god for giving him a son, extended the family incense, and became a temple of the mountain god.

two years.

Believers grew to thousands.

five years.

During the three days and three nights of winter, it snowed heavily, blocking the inside and outside of Wushan, and the people lacked food and clothing.

The mountain god manifested his spirit, performed the art of spring wind and rain, melted ice and snow, and a snow disaster turned into auspicious snow that nourished the fields.

After the catastrophe, the people around Wushan became believers in the mountain god.

The flowers bloom and fall, the clouds roll and the clouds relax.

Ten years passed by.

today.

The sun was high.

It's the busy season of farming in midsummer.

A ray of light fell at the foot of Mount Wu, turning into a young man in his twenties.

The face is like a crown jade, and the figure is tall and straight. He is wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe with a three-inch long sword embroidered on his chest.

"Eleven years, I'm back!"

The young man was Lin Heng, who went to Beijing to file a complaint and practiced under Huashen Tianjun's sect. A few days ago, he finally survived the small four-nine heavenly calamity, and got permission from his master to travel down the mountain.

The first stop is Wushan.

Lin Heng took out the golden bell from the storage bag, shook it lightly, and made a jingling sound.

Waiting for a long time, no response.

"Isn't Xiaoqing on the mountain?"

Lin Heng frowned and shook the golden bell all the way up the mountain, but he disappeared all over Wushan.

During the period, I saw a few spirits and monsters. When I asked the snake demon and Xiaoqing, they all shook their heads to express their ignorance, and directed Lin Heng to the mountain temple to ask.

Fly to the mountain temple.

Lin Heng fell to the light, and before knocking on the door, a Taoist boy came out.

"Master Shanshen already knows the purpose of the fellow Taoist's visit, but he is just retreating and cultivating, so it is inconvenient to receive him."

The Lingshen baby cupped his hands and said: "The former mountain god was involved in the Linyang land case and died at the hands of the supervisory department. The spirits and monsters under his command are scattered and scattered. I don't know where the green snake went."

"Thank you, fellow daoist."

Lin Heng couldn't help but feel disappointed. After waiting for ten years, he came to such a result.

Fortunately, Dao Xin was as firm as iron, and he didn't use escape methods, turned around and walked down the mountain slowly.

Suddenly look back.

The Taoist boy under the seat of the mountain god was still standing at the door, his long black hair was loose, and his navy blue Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, which inexplicably moved Lin Heng's heart, and the more he looked at it, the more gentle and amiable he felt.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

"How can the poor Taoist have such an idea? It's really terrifying. I'd better go back to the teacher's door to practice in seclusion!"

Lin Heng recited the formula of clearing the heart again and again, turning into a light and fleeing in a hurry.