I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

"The year 1730 of the Tiandi calendar.

Renyin year, Gengxu month, Xinyou day.

Three years of practice is equivalent to 30 years of retreat in the past. The feeling of being a genius that day is so wonderful. In the past, he was a god of learning.

The days of retreat were too boring, so I took out the yellowed book and started writing a diary again.

From writing the first diary at the age of 20 in the 39th year of Chongming to the age of 8421 now, how many frictions have I experienced in the middle...

From Oiran to No. 8, from Chunfeng Building to Yihong Courtyard, countless faces are recalled.

Immortal cultivators have a photographic memory, and there are too many memories stored in their souls. Looking back on those distant past and friends who have disappeared, it is like looking at flowers in the fog, like looking at the moon in the water, and walking alone on the road is also a pain.

Feeling sad, in order to prevent the breeding of demons, I went down the mountain to celebrate. "

...

After half a month.

Zhou Yi returned to Xuanyuanzong and opened the diary.

"When the mood is comfortable and the thoughts are clear, one should not live in the past.

I found a problem when I read the last diary, the sentence is written in a sloppy manner, it doesn't seem to be writing from the heart...

Well, it's not what's on my mind now!

Only congratulations are really good, the way of practice should be stretched and relaxed, loosened and tightened. "

...

After Zhou Yi left the customs, he turned around and found that Xuan Yuanzong had many new disciples.

Called Jingyi, who was the suzerain at the time, a rare woman in charge, graceful and graceful, her cultivation base had already established a complete foundation.

"Report to Master Uncle, that a few years ago, another group of disciples were accepted, and they are among the Ming Dynasty generation."

"Pin Dao is a generation taller?"

Zhou Yi shrugged helplessly. Below the Jingzi generation is the Tongzi generation, and below that is the Mingzi generation.

Most of the disciples of the Qing generation who were recruited back then have already passed away, and only one was promoted to Jindan and ranked as the Supreme Elder.

Jingyi's eyebrows are charming, her posture is enchanting, and her voice trembles a little: "Master Uncle——"

"The disciple has doubts about his practice, and his meridians are blocked. Can you give me some pointers?"

"Pin Dao has something to do, go to Huaining Mansion and ask the City God."

The experience of Zhou Yi is so rich, and there are more female cultivators who talk about the aisle than Jingyi. How can I not know her purpose, and she resolutely refuses and then turns into a trance and leaves.

In front of the juniors, Zhou Yi will always maintain the appearance of a gentleman, and he must never teach bad children!

"1760 in the Tiandi calendar.

When you open your eyes and close them, thirty years have passed.

It is often said that monks with advanced realms become more indifferent to human nature, and their speech and behavior become more and more like immortals and far away. In fact, it has a lot to do with retreat and meditation.

After retreating and exiting the closed world, a generation has been born, old, sick and dead in the world, so it is hard not to be indifferent to such a gap.

In order to maintain his humanity, Pindao went down the mountain to celebrate.

Note by the way: easily refine into a pure Yang Yuanying, now the probability of transforming into a god is as high as 80%, it is good to be born with the feet!

Write down again: the head of Xuanyuanzong has magic skills and charms, keep observing! "

...

Just now celebrating a year, Zhou Yi hurried back to the mountain.

The head of Xuanyuanzong went mad and died suddenly!

The election of the new head needs to be approved by the four Jindan Grandmasters, and then reported to Xuanyu for a decision.

Zhou Yi inquired and learned that the so-called sudden death was just an excuse. It turned out that the collusion between Jingyi and Moxiu was exposed, and the third elder beat her to death on the spot to avoid implicating the sect.

The new head is a disciple of Tongzi generation, Daoist Tongxuan.

The sect's second Tianlinggen disciple, the successor who had already been determined, did not have any objections.

Now Xuanyuanzong is developing at a high speed, and there may be a struggle for power and profit. Under Xuanyu's absolute power, the whole is generally harmonious.

Zhou Yi didn't care how Jingyi died, nor did he care that Tongxuan became the master, went back to the mountain to make a hand-raising tool, and then retreated to practice mana.

"1762 in the Tiandi calendar.

After practicing for a year, there is no progress in mana consummation. It's time to look for spiritual objects to assist in transforming gods.

I went to Chenghuang Temple to inquire with Xuan Yu, and learned that the spiritual objects of Huashen were extremely expensive. Not only did the heavens occupy all the natural spiritual objects, but also the emperor of Huashen Tianjun could directly obtain the god position.

There is a feeling of shooting yourself in the foot with a stone!

After thinking about it, I still summoned the scalper and asked for two pieces directly.

Some people use their ancestors as their backing, others use their master as their backing, but what happened to me using my mount as a backing? "

...

"1763 in the Tiandi calendar.

The scalper was very quick to do things, and went to the treasure house of the Heavenly Court to get the Ten Thousand Zai Kongqing, Qianhuan Xianzhi, the top-grade god-turning spiritual things.

After raising cows for more than 8,000 years in vain, I finally saw the back grass!

It's time to celebrate! "

...

Zhou Yi wasted another two years, leaving Chunfeng Building with shame on his face, and went back to the mountain to write a diary.

"The year 1765 of the Tiandi Calendar.

Old Zhou, old Zhou, you can't go down any further.

If you can't cultivate mana, you can practice escapism, you can recite Taoism scriptures... In short, you can't celebrate anymore! "

...

"1767 in the Tiandi calendar. The taste of the oiran is really good!"

...

"The year 1770 of the Tiandi Calendar.

While traveling in Huaining Mansion, they accidentally discovered a secret meeting, which was actually formed by the remaining disciples of Feixian Pavilion.

I took out the supreme discount card, but the other party refused to admit it and punched me out. I must not be the orthodox Feixian Pavilion successor.

Immediately report to Xuanyu, some monks are bluffing and deceiving! "

...

"1771 in the Tiandi calendar.

The Town God's Temple set up a fake Feixian Pavilion, and finally confessed me.

I was careless, I forgot to cast a spell to seal the nun's memory!

Xuan Yu asked me to retreat and cultivate, and I was forbidden to go down the mountain if I failed to become a Nascent Soul, since I am acting as a Golden Core cultivator, I should go back obediently..."

...

"In the 1772 year of the Emperor's Calendar, he cultivated a supernatural power, so it should be celebrated."

"In the 1773 year of the Emperor's Calendar, a method of escapism was refined, and it should be celebrated."

"1774 in the Celestial Emperor Calendar..."

"The year 1775 of the Tiandi calendar.

The most precious thing for a person is life. When recalling the past, one should not feel remorse for wasting one's life, nor be ashamed for repeated inaction. When dying...

Hey, I won't die, so why fight?

The Dao Fruit of Longevity misled me! (cross out)"

...

"The year 1778 of the Tiandi Calendar.

Today marks the 3000th anniversary of the establishment of the Xuanyuan Sect, and a sect celebration is held.

What is there to celebrate in such a short history, the Supreme Elder must also be present, just spent a huge sum of money to select the oiran, the celebration lasted for half a month, the money wasted! "

...

noon.

The sun was blazing.

The main hall of Xuanyuanzong.

Zhou Yiduan sat at the head, with two Jindan Zhenjun on the left and right.

More than a thousand disciples below, neatly arranged according to seniority, cultivation level, and age, met the Supreme Elder amidst the sound of jade chime knocking.

Many disciples saw Zhouyi for the first time, and they were very unfamiliar with this ancestor who was a god-dragon but never saw his end. The only thing he had a little understanding of was the words of praise recorded in the sect's classics.

Such as extraordinary talent, keeping a low profile, acting cautiously, turning the tide...

Zhou Yi wore a heavenly jade crown on his head, a big purple Taoist robe, and was sitting upright. His eyes swept over the disciples who kowtowed and kowtowed, and he couldn't help but think of some past events.

Looking up at Jiuzhou, I don't know if the old man is safe?

"Get up."

Zhou Yi showed a smile on his face, and said: "Pindao entered the sect at the beginning of the year, and there were only five masters and apprentices, and the poor ones didn't even have the formation to protect the sect. Afterwards, the senior and second senior brothers sat down one after another, and only the big cat was left. Two or three kittens."

"Four or five hundred years have passed in a flash, and seeing such a magnificent scene really makes the poor happy!"

Hearing this, the disciples in the palace looked at Zhou Yi with eyes full of admiration. It can be said that they were able to enter the fairyland because of Xuan Yuanzong's strength.

The laws of heaven are strict, and private preaching of the law is prohibited.

Ordinary people were lucky enough to get their spiritual roots, and they didn't know where the gate of the courtyard would open. Fortunately, Xuan Yuanzong took the initiative to go down the mountain to accept disciples, otherwise, they could only be mortals who would live, grow old, get sick and die indiscriminately.

Practicing exercises first to increase memory, and then going back to the Taoist academy to study, has a hundred times the advantage over ordinary people who study hard.

After obtaining the immortal status, you will become a serious monk, and you can slowly wait in line to fill the vacant god position.

Of course, Xuan Yuanzong did not dare to send all his disciples to the Taoist monastery, that would be an embarrassment to the Heavenly Court, only the talented disciples have the opportunity to obtain the immortal status.

The newly promoted Jindan, the head of the sect, said Zhenjun Tongxuan.

"Master Ancestor, this junior has already carved your achievements into a stele and set it up at the gate of the mountain, so that disciples can clearly see it when they pass by. In the future, we will erect a statue outside Xuanyuan Hall, and enjoy the incense offered by disciples!"

Zhou Yi took a deep look at Tong Xuan and nodded slightly.

"You are very good! When you worshiped the sect back then, the poor Taoist heart felt something, and specially took the name of Xuanzi for you. Now it seems that Xuanyuanzong will flourish in your hands!"

"I will live up to my master's expectations."

Tongxuan's face showed joy, he calculated that Zhou Yishouyuan would not be long, he must like to write books, biography, inscriptions and statues, etc., to leave traces in the world, to prove that he had been here.

The celebration continued, offering sacrifices to ancestors, chanting scriptures, and feasting.

After that comes the most important link, the Zongmen Grand Competition.

After the fall of Xuan Yuanzong, the disciple competition was canceled and it was held again after a thousand years. The prizes included foundation building pills, top magic tools, and first-class spiritual objects, which can be described as extremely rich.

Zhou Yi and the others sat on the clouds, watching the disciples fighting in the arena below, and praised them from time to time.

Five days passed in a blink of an eye.

Most of the disciples in the early and mid-stage of Qi refining were eliminated, and the fighting skills became more sophisticated and interesting.

A young man in the mid-stage of Qi refining on the ring opened his mouth and spit out a strange flying sword, the size of a palm, as transparent as water, and it flew silently, so it was difficult to find it mixed with lightning.

The opponent was a young man in the late stage of Qi refining, he cast a spell to block the thunder, and he thought he had a chance of winning. In the end, he accidentally let the strange flying sword pierce the aura of protection, leaving bloodstains on his neck.

The referee at the foundation building stage immediately announced: "Yang Jin, win!"

heaven.

Zhou Yi, who witnessed this fight, was surprised.

"This flying sword..."

Immediately counting with fingers, it turned out to be after the old man, the younger brother Xuan Li had no hope of establishing a foundation, so he went down the mountain to marry a wife and have children.

Zhou Yi refined an imitation invisible sword, refined a nearly transparent flying sword, and gave it to his junior brother for protection. After four hundred years, he actually saw the descendants of Xuanli.

Tong Xuan was good at observing words and expressions, and asked: "Is the ancestor related to Yang Jin?"

"But there are some origins."

Zhou Yi briefly talked about Xuan Li's experience, and said: "After the senior sister cultivated into the golden core, she went down the mountain to look for the junior brother. She never wanted to go to Loukong. I don't know where to live. It's a pity!"

"It turned out to be a descendant of the little master."

When Tong Xuan heard about Xuan Yu, he immediately said solemnly: "Master, don't worry, the sect is determined to teach Yang Jin well, and there will never be a shortage of spiritual things. I can't guarantee the formation of alchemy, at least I can build the foundation safely!"

The other three Zhenjun Qi claimed that Xuanyu was the great backer of Xuanyuanzong, the foundation of prosperity, and everything related to her should be properly arranged.

Zhou Yi nodded in satisfaction. When Xuan Li came down from the mountain, he asked Zhou Yi to take care of his descendants, and now he has lived up to his trust.

Professional Tuogu, with the same quality for eight thousand years!

Tong Xuan said: "Master Zu, you don't have any descendants to inherit the mantle, why don't you take Yang Jin as your disciple?"

Zhou Yi was taken aback, and repeatedly figured out Yang Jin's background, making sure that he was innocent and ordinary, and immediately refused.

"No need, the poor are not good at teaching disciples."

It is okay to take care of and give advice to Yang Jin one or two, but forget about accepting apprentices.

Zhou Yi always feels that his scalp is numb now, it must be because of too much karma, if he adds a few more strokes, he may be struck by lightning every day!

Half a month later.

The Zongmen Grand Competition is over.

Zhou Yi personally awarded rewards to the top ten, congratulating and encouraging each one.

The disciple had never seen such an amiable and amiable elder, and he couldn't control his excitement. Hearing the words "Cultivate hard and protect the sect", he wished he could take the flying sword and fight the demon with his life.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi felt emotional.

"The monks in Dongsheng Shenzhou have a much purer mind than Jiuzhou!"

The celebration is over.

Zhou Yi was preparing to practice in seclusion, when he received a message from Tongxuan, he drove the Dunguang to the Xuanyuan Hall, and found that the other three Jindan Grandmasters were also there, but their faces were a little gloomy.

"Master Zu, inviting you here this time is a matter of decision."

Tong Xuan said: "There are already five golden elixirs in the sect, and there will be more in the future. It's time to restore the ancestral system, change the golden elixir to an elder, and Yuanying Daojun to be a grand master."

"That makes sense."

Zhou Yi immediately understood why the three Jindan's expressions were uneasy.

Theoretically, the status of the Supreme Elder is higher than that of the head, even if Tong Xuan is promoted to Jindan, he can still maintain the same level.

Elders are inferior to the head of the sect and are directly assigned by Tongxuan.

Moreover, the Supreme Elder didn't have to do anything, he took the sect as an enshrinement and devoted himself to practicing. After retiring as an elder, he would be in charge of the various halls, responsible for matters such as criminal law, alchemy, and lectures.

It's like saying that your status has been lowered, and you have to deal with chores. How can you have a good face?

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Yi said: "Poverty Dao agrees to this matter in principle. In the future, the number of golden elixir will increase, and the sect will not be able to support so many masters. However, if it is implemented, I still need to ask my senior sister for advice."

Tongxuan's eyes flashed with joy, he took out the "rain" token from his cuff, and said: "Master Xuanyu has agreed to restore the ancestral system, do you have any opinions?"

The three golden elixirs bowed to accept the order: "I will obey the decree of the master!"

"Brother, there is no need to worry. Even if you change to an elder, all spiritual resources will not be reduced."

Tongxuan gave a sweet date with a stick, and saw that the faces of the three recovered slightly, and continued: "At present, the important palaces of the sect are the Hall of Law Enforcement and the Hall of Lingbao. Which senior brother intends to take charge?"

The three Jindan were not stupid either, they looked at Zhou Yi one after another, and the person with the highest seniority was chosen first.

Zhou Yi said: "Poverty Taoists don't have much lifespan, so they are not suitable for a place with complicated affairs, so go and guard the Buddhist scriptures hall."

Tong Xuan was slightly taken aback, but he couldn't persuade him to say anything.

The three golden elixirs were beaming with joy, occupying the three halls of Law Enforcement, Lingbao, and Lecture.

"Pindao will go to the Buddhist scriptures hall to be on duty."

Zhou Yi glanced at Tong Xuan, the little guy was far from fighting with the pindao, and immediately turned into a twilight and disappeared.

After a few days.

Yang Jin came to the Sutra Pavilion to borrow books, and when he entered the door, he saw an old man with white hair.

Her hair was disheveled, and her dark blue Taoist robe was full of wine stains. She was drunk and fell asleep on the table, holding a jar of spiritual wine in her arms.

Discussed the plot in the middle of the night with an author friend...

ε=(ο｀*)))~Writing a novel is really difficult!