I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

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Yongxuan Palace.

Han Zhao was sitting cross-legged, practicing exercises to refine the elixir, when suddenly an old voice came from his ears.

"Disciple, come here, I have something to explain to the teacher."

Han Zhao didn't dare to delay, and immediately turned into a light and flew to the Yongsheng Hall.

I saw the master sitting on the altar, his beard and hair hanging down, his breath was dying, and countless forbidden auras were like chains, sealing the soul and body within three feet, delaying the disappearance of life essence.

A ox sits cross-legged on the right side of the altar, with sad eyes.

Han Zhao bowed and saluted: "Greetings, Master, and Uncle Niu."

"My dear disciple, my life as a teacher is about to expire, and I called you here to explain my funeral!"

Zhou Yi's voice was low and hoarse: "When the teacher is dying, he sacrifices his life to condense the soul, and fights for the chance. After the failure, the soul will be scattered, and you will set up a tomb for the teacher on the mountain."

"There will be a lot of people coming to worship at that time. If you can seize the opportunity, you may be able to condense an infant and transform into a god!"

Han Zhao's eyes were filled with tears: "The disciple does not seek the way, but only wishes the master a long life."

"Is there anyone in the world who can live forever?"

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "I have lived for a thousand years as a teacher, and I have already surpassed 99% of the people in the world. When I was young, I practiced all over the world of immortals. The Great Pope is intimidating all over the world, and I have no regrets when I die!"

Han Zhao didn't know why, so when he was three years old, he went up Qingyun Mountain with the cattle, and he didn't go down the mountain for more than a hundred years.

Chanting scriptures and refining Qi every day, I don't know the origin of the master.

"Master, I often hear you say that the Heavenly Court controls Dongsheng Shenzhou, and there may be a more mysterious way to prolong life."

"Heaven..."

Zhou Yi sighed, and said: "You will know in the future. Today, the fairy book and Qingyun golden book will be passed on to you. From then on, you will be the master of the second generation of Qingyun."

Han Zhao bowed and took over the fairy book and gold book: "Master, rest assured, this disciple will definitely carry forward Qingyun inheritance."

"Everything is up to fate."

Zhou Yi waved his hand, Han Zhao kowtowed three times and bowed nine times on the ground, and slowly exited the hall.

The temple door is closed.

The ox came back with tears, blinked, and asked Zhou Yi if he looked good.

"Niu'er is so simple and honest, he has learned to lie to others."

Zhou Yi teased, and said: "Pimpedao went to the East China Sea to hide until Xiaoyunzi's three immortals ascended. Niu Er, you will be cultivating in Qingyun Mountain. If something happens, remember to leave early!"

The realm of the cattle demon god is quite famous in the heavenly court.

Instead of hiding in the dark and making Heaven suspicious, it's better to play the role of a loyal mount guarding the grave of the old master and play the role to the full.

Moo!

Huang Niu expressed his understanding, and at the same time, he would protect the orthodoxy of Qingyun Mountain. If there was a gap in the middle, he would go to the common world to find someone with spiritual roots to inherit the immortality.

"It's so good."

Zhou Yi's eyes were dim, and he looked towards the direction of the heaven.

"Sooner or later, Pindao will return to Qingyun Mountain and become a celestial master again. I don't want to prove anything, I just want to get back what I lost!"

In this world, no one has ever owed Zhou Yi a debt.

Even if millions of years have passed, the sky is barren and the earth is old, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, Zhou Yi will come to the door one by one to ask for it.

Moo!

The scalper yelled, worried that Tianting would suspect Zhou Yi's fake death.

Zhou Yi caressed the bull's horn and said.

"Perhaps I doubted it at the beginning, but when the poor Tao disappears for hundreds of years, far exceeding the limit of Yuan Ying's longevity, no one will doubt it!"

...

months later.

A terrifying thunder calamity erupted on Qingyun Mountain, and the cloud was sealed for thousands of miles, but only three thunderbolts fell, and the calamity cloud dispersed by itself.

Tribulation crossing failed!

The monks who were secretly paying attention to Qingyun Mountain heaved a sigh of relief.

Really let that celestial master win any chance, like a fish turning into a dragon, it will inevitably be another dispute.

The Heavenly Court has ruled the world for nearly 700 years, and there are already more than a dozen heavenly monarchs who have broken through and returned to the void with the help of incense and fire. The luck of Dongsheng Shenzhou is booming day by day, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the world of cultivating immortals will usher in an unprecedented prosperity.

People are determined, no matter whether they are friends or opponents of Zhouyi, they don't want turmoil.

The heavenly court did not investigate the real death of the celestial master and faked his death, and they all believed that he was dead.

If Zhouyi appears again, no matter how it is proved to be a counterfeit, daring to pretend to be the first generation of celestial masters is really treasonous, and the heavenly court will definitely beat this person to death!

...

In the 693rd year of the Tiandi calendar.

The first celestial master's lifespan disappeared.

The Emperor of Heaven cried when he heard this, and ordered the heavenly court to lower the flag at half-staff to express his condolences.

At the same time, the Hall of Heavenly Masters was banned to show the merits of the Heavenly Masters, and no one will be able to stand side by side in the future.

...

Blessed be.

The news of Zhou Yi's death did not cause much disturbance.

Some new disciples asked the elders in the sect while chatting, and learned that the Celestial Master had a glorious experience.

A few sighs, that's all.

The tide of the times is surging, and the world of cultivating immortals is changing with each passing day. Everyone is busy running official positions, so there is no time to care about a dead person from the old era.

Temple of Heavenly Secrets.

Tianjizi has been closed for more than half a year, and there are hundreds of divination instruments in front of him.

Compass, stick, kit, tortoise shell, etc., are at least top-grade magic weapons, and there is even a divination spirit treasure from Jietianjiao at the bottom of the box.

"How did he die?"

Tianjizi muttered to himself, no matter how he did the divination, it was Zhou Yi who died under the thunder calamity.

Trying to find out the reincarnation of Zhouyi with the signature of the seven admonitions cut off from the sky, but in the end it took a hundred years of life, and only got a feedback from the heavenly secret with profound karma.

"That monstrous karma can't be washed away in several lifetimes, so the result doesn't matter?"

Tianjizi sighed helplessly: "It's a big loss this time, throwing away the sun-covering robe and the nine-day black shuttle for nothing, if those two old guys find out, wouldn't it be a big laughing stock?"

"Those two spirit treasures are in Qingyun Mountain, do you want to steal them back?"

Tianjizi has never been naughty, so he is very familiar with tricks such as cheating, kidnapping and stealing.

After thinking for a long time, he shook his head slightly.

"Forget it, if the poor Taoist wants to steal it, he will also steal it. How can he bully the younger generation without shame, just two spiritual treasures..."

Tianjizi covered his chest to suppress his distress, thinking about where to find the place, suddenly his eyes lit up.

"After ascending to the Immortal Realm, Pindao told Tie Guanxian carefully what those two guys did. With the fiery temper of the couple, there must be a good show to watch!"

"Hey hey..."

Thinking of this, Tianjizi couldn't help laughing strangely, and left Lingbao behind in a blink of an eye.

...

East China Sea.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, there is an unnamed island.

There are hundreds of arrays arranged on the island, not for attack or defense, but all of them are the prohibition of shielding the secrets of heaven.

Formation center.

A black and red heart the size of a human head was pounding, flashing dazzling aura, and slowly transformed into a human figure over two feet tall.

"Elder Immortal, you are finally alive."

The spirit ginseng doll happily circled around the villain, looking at the fairy's pink and tender appearance, always wanting to touch his head.

"Even after doing several experiments, I still feel that this distraction spell is very strange. The witchcraft spell is completely different from the fairy magic power, and I don't know if there is a complete inheritance today!"

Zhou Yi looked down at his palm, he was as immature as a baby, with only 10% of his mana left in his body.

The size of the heterogeneous heart made by the distraction spell, and the size of the resurrected body after death are related to the amount of energy condensed.

"I don't know if Pindao faked his death, and whether he has hidden it from the immortals."

Zhouyi didn't have much confidence in this, especially Tianjizi was good at divination, and the Black Heart Demon Lord died in Jietianjiao back then.

"But it doesn't matter if it counts, there is a high probability that I won't care, even if Xiao Yunzi gave up his skin and killed him. Pindao is still in the north, south, west, and south of Dongsheng Shenzhou, and there are distractions to stay..."

"Even if he can't escape after being resurrected in Shenzhou and continues to hunt, Pindao has left behind in the deepest part of the East China Sea, and at most he will lose a few percent of his mana!"

Three hundred years ago, the ox took the Kunlun cave and flew eastward for a hundred years.

The innate demon god's flying speed was several times faster than when he left Jiuzhou, and then threw the Kunlun cave into the bottom of the sea.

There is a heart of a different kind in the cave. After Zhou Yi was resurrected, he continued to escape. Even immortals would not dare to chase and kill him in the Sea of ​​Absolute Spirits. Maybe he would be in danger of dying.

"Everything else is foreign. As long as the fruit of the Dao of Longevity exists, the poor will be invincible!"

Zhou Yi swayed and turned into a young Taoist. He took out a mountain of spiritual stones from the storage bag and began to practice on the island.

If the three immortals don't fly up, Zhou Yi would rather fall down than retrieve the Kunlun Cave.

That is the last life insurance!

...

Qingyun Mountain.

Han Zhao followed his master's instructions and built the Clothes Tomb.

The tomb is in the best Fengshui place in Qingyun Mountain, and the inscription reads "Tomb of the Celestial Master".

The first seven have just passed.

Han Zhao came to burn paper in front of the grave, and saw a figure standing in the distance, wearing a crimson official robe, and hurried over to bow to salute.

"Meet the gods!"

"No need to be polite."

Gu Xiao said: "You can call me Uncle Master."

"Uncle?"

Han Zhao showed doubts, and asked, "The god of heaven is also a monk of Qingyun Mountain? Why have you never heard of it from the master?"

"well……"

Gu Xiao sighed: "It seems that before your master died, he was resentful after all, otherwise he would not have concealed his identity from you."

Han Zhao's eyes became more and more confused. Since he went up the mountain at the age of three, he has been reciting scriptures and practicing daily. He has never gone down the mountain to travel to the world of cultivating immortals, let alone the specific meaning of Lord of Qingyun and Celestial Master.

"Your master is the first disciple of the Three Religions, the teacher of the Heavenly Court!"

Gu Xiao recalled it for a long time, and said: "When Pindao and senior brother met, it was 800 or 900 years ago. At that time, he had just condensed the Nascent Soul, and he was a casual cultivator who didn't even have a sect..."

The mountain wind howled, and the Taoist robes that were blowing made a sound.

Standing in front of the unremarkable tomb, Gu Xiao slowly told Han Zhao about the past, never forgetting the big and the small.

"Your master is a laid-back person. He has never thought of doing great things. What is the first disciple of the three religions, what canonization of the gods, and even the position of the master of the day, he was forced by others!"

"Senior Brother's favorite place to go is Feixian Pavilion, where he can talk about mysteries with the female cultivators there. He has the only 10% off supreme card since Feixian Pavilion was established!"

Gu Xiao murmured to himself: "Others say that brother is smooth-tongued and flirtatious, but in fact he has a true temperament. Otherwise, how could he give up the position of Emperor of Heaven?"

hiss! hiss! hiss……

Han Zhao had taken countless breaths of air, and when he looked at the small tomb of the master, he suddenly felt unreal.

The existence of such a long-term existence, the result is a three-foot solitary grave?

"Uncle, do you want to build a new tomb for the respect of the teacher?"

"Need not."

Gu Xiao said: "That's pretty good. If you really cultivate well, your reputation will spread, not to mention what the current emperor thinks, and it will attract many idle people to comment!"

Han Zhao nodded and said, "Uncle Niu and I are the only ones on Qingyun Mountain. We will never let idlers disturb Master's purity."

Gu Xiao was surprised: "The scalper is still in Qingyun Mountain?"

Han Zhao said: "Of course, Master entrusts Master Niu to protect Qingyun Mountain's orthodoxy at the end of his life."

"The scalper is really loyal, and it is worthwhile for senior brother to pay a huge price to bring it back from reincarnation."

Gu Xiao said: "Don't tell others about the sacrifice of the poor Taoist priest, so as not to cause trouble. If you have something to do in the future, you can go to the heaven with the gold book. The poor Taoist priest is the current Minister of the Ministry of Officials!"

"Thank you, uncle."

Han Zhao bowed and saluted. Now he is still in a state of confusion about the past of his master.

Not long after Gu Xiao left, another figure appeared.

Bai Suixin looked at Han Zhao who was burning paper, and asked, "Are you the heir of the elder brother?"

"It's the younger generation."

Han Zhao's mood has gradually calmed down: "Uncle Master is also here to pay homage to Master?"

"also?"

Bai Suixin frowned, calculated with his fingers, and said in a cold voice: "I was busy executing an evil dragon just now, but I let the bastards of Butian Sect take the lead, you boy, don't let that guy fool you, you are not a good person! "

Han Zhao said: "The younger generation will always remember the teachings of my uncle."

Bai Suixin took out the yellow paper, burned it in front of the grave, talked a lot, and said to Han Zhao before leaving.

"In the future, if you have something to do, go directly to the prison to find me. With the love of the senior brother, you can save your life even if you commit a huge crime!"

"Thank you, Uncle."

Just as Han Zhao sent Bai Suixin away, another figure appeared in front of the grave...

...

The words are divided into two ends.

There is an unnamed barren mountain on the coast of the East China Sea.

There are large groups of apes on the mountain, and the people nearby call it Monkey Mountain.

today.

An ape was holding gravel and returned to the group's station, and heard creaking sounds from a distance.

Continuous and disorganized.

The ape yelled a few times, leaped through the jungle, passed hundreds of monkeys, and came to the monkey nest he built.

The gravel is put into the nest and piled into the shape of a bird's nest.

Squeak!

When the ape heard the call of his half-brother, he didn't care about building another nest, and jumped over to play in response to a few calls.

Night fell.

The group of monkeys went back to their homes, and the monkey lay down in the nest to sleep.

In the haze, he began to dream. In the dream, the ape saw the boundless sea of ​​blood, and slowly submerged himself, unable to struggle or resist.

Beyond the dream.

The ape's body slowly changed, first it turned into a mass of crimson blood, and then slowly hardened into a red stone.

It was the size of a pillow, oval in shape, and looked like a giant red egg.

The change process was silent and did not disturb the other apes. It was not until dawn that the jungle returned to bustling from the silence, and only then did the apes realize that the clansmen were gone.

Squeak!

A series of calls woke up more apes.

Under the command of the ape patriarch, the group of monkeys searched the entire mountain, but did not find the missing clansman.

The ignorant wisdom of the apes only thought that the tribe was stolen by tigers, leopards or monsters. After half an hour of grief, they began to wander happily in the forest again.

Some apes found the red stone eggs, only thought the color was good-looking, so they picked them up and offered them to the patriarch.

The ape patriarch liked it very much, and kept it in the treasury of the tree hole, and took it out to play and watch it from time to time.

After a few days.

Another ape offered a strange stone, and the patriarch forgot about the red stone egg, and piled it up with the messy sundries in the tree hole.

Time is like water, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed, and the apes have changed several patriarchs, and even the treasure house of the clan has changed boundaries, and the red stone eggs have been completely forgotten.

Winter is coming.

A black bear opened a tree hole, preparing to build a hibernation nest, when it suddenly saw a crimson light that flickered on and off...