I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Lingshan.

Jizhen came back with a long face, ignoring the respectful monks who saluted.

I went straight to the Buddhist treasure house and emptied most of the cuffs, including the relics of many monks who had been buried.

Buddhism is excluded from the orthodox sect of Taoism, and it is not as rich as the Jietian Sect. However, the relics condensed by the exercises can be used as inheritance spiritual objects.

The monks of the younger generation are very talented, and if they accept the inheritance of relics, they will be able to greatly improve their mana!

"Amitabha!"

Jizhen proclaimed the Buddha's name, with a miserable expression on his face: "The poor monk has no other choice. For the sake of my Buddha's prosperity, I will suffer for the time being!"

After finishing speaking, he returned to the cave and announced that he would be closed to death.

Jizhen opened the cassock, put Qinglian on the ground, and said with a smile: "From now on, you are a poor monk's disciple, what kind of dharma name do you have..."

Qinglian wanted to refute, but her facial features were blocked, and her complexion turned purple with aggrieved eyes.

The majestic ancient god was reincarnated, and before he had time to be at ease, he first fell into the alchemy furnace for a hundred years, and then was forcibly converted by Buddhism. The hatred in his heart is really endless.

"Under the Ji character is Zhao, the body is transformed into a green lotus, which should be called Zhaoguang!"

Jizhen saw Qinglian's unconvinced look, and said with a smile: "Your appearance is like this, it is obvious that I don't know my Buddha's supernatural power, so I will show it."

As he spoke, he took out a relic, pinched the magic formula with his hands, and bloomed a rich Buddha light.

The Buddha's light enveloped Qinglian, penetrating inside and outside. Reflecting the soul, there is a faint sound of Zen singing.

Qinglian awakened the memories of her previous life, and she knew the technique of transmutation in Buddhism. A sneer flashed in her eyes, and she let the light of the Buddha shine on the Buddhist scriptures.

The relic Buddha's light was exhausted, Jizhen saw that Qinglian was still indifferent, instead of being annoyed, she admired it.

"One God Transformation relic is enough to save an ordinary Nascent Soul. This disciple is worthy of being born with a heel. Don't worry, there are still a lot of relics here for the teacher!"

A few more relics flew out of the cuffs, together with elixir and spiritual objects, arranged in a formation formation according to mysterious laws.

Under the blessing of spiritual objects, the power of Buddha's transformation suddenly soared.

Qinglian's eyes were tightly closed, and despite the Buddha's light and the sound of the Buddha, with its realm and heel, even if the Arhat relic was transformed, it would only slightly pry the mind.

Instead, taking advantage of the Buddha's aura to integrate into the body, he continued to run the exercises and increase his mana.

Ten years passed in a blink of an eye.

Originally, Yuan Ying's consummation realm was enough to break through Huashen, but Qinglian directly triggered the thunder calamity, and as a result, all the thunders were blocked from Lingshan.

The heart demon tribulation was easily overcome, the sky was filled with divine light, and the nascent soul transformed into a nascent spirit.

"This apprentice has great aptitude, and he can become a deity so easily!"

Jizhen looked at Qinglian whose expression had softened a little, and thought that she had made great achievements in the technique of transmutation, and said with a smile: "As a teacher, if I help you, maybe I can directly prove the Arhat."

As he said that, dozens of relics were scattered, and the elixir and spiritual things were piled up into a hill, and Qinglian was buried in it.

"Om!"

A sound of the Buddha's name resounded through the cave, and Jizhen manifested a six-foot-long golden body, and the immeasurable Buddha's light fell down.

The relics and spiritual things instantly turned into pure Buddha light and spiritual energy, which were continuously concentrated and almost condensed into essence. It was difficult to leak out due to the pressure of divine power, and could only be turbulently integrated into Qinglian's body.

Such a crude refining method is far inferior to Bai Suixin's subtlety, but fortunately, Qinglian has already broken through to become a god, and she can still bear it.

Immeasurable Buddha light shines, and hundreds of monks chant scriptures in their ears.

Qinglian's originally relaxed expression seemed to be affected by the Buddha's light and the scriptures, giving birth to a faint trace of piety.

"Amitabha!"

Jizhen's face blossomed into a smile, and when she forcibly accepted Qinglian as a disciple, she heard a message from Sun Changsheng, saying that this person is a man who has gone through a lot of calamities, destined to become immortals, and destined to cause troubles in the heavenly court.

The true god is equivalent to the realm of returning to the void, and can already sense the will of heaven in the dark.

With a little divination, Jizhen knew that Sun Changsheng was not lying. Naturally, she was extremely regretful at first, but now she has different thoughts.

God's will is clear, Jizhen dare not disobey, lest the immortal demon saint join forces to beat him to death!

However, as long as you don't violate God's will, turn Qingliandu into a Buddhist disciple, and don't hinder the troubles in the heavens in the future, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?

"Amitabha!"

Thinking of this, Jizhen felt her aggrievedness dissipate in an instant, and her subjective initiative was greatly enhanced. In order to ensure that she could be transformed, she went to the treasure house to get another batch of relics.

"For the sake of my Buddha's prosperity, no matter how hard it is for my ancestors!"

Spring goes and autumn comes, time goes by.

A hundred years passed in a flash, and Jizhen tortured the ancestors several times in a row, consuming all the relics in the treasure house of Lingshan.

Qinglian was originally rebellious, but turned into a pious face. Even if the restraint was released, she still sat cross-legged on the spot, with dazzling Buddha light blooming all over her body.

Jizhen's face was compassionate: "Disciple, how is it?"

"Amitabha!"

Qinglian proclaimed the Buddha's name: "The Dharma is immeasurable, and it is the disciple who has enlightened him. Since then, there will be no Qinglian, and only monks will shine in the world!"

"Good and good."

Jizhen nodded slightly, consuming so many ancestors, even human beings have become immortals, not to mention mere cultivators who have been born to follow their feet are just aptitude.

"Disciple, all appearances are illusory, and all conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles. What's the explanation?"

Qinglian pondered for a moment, then replied: "The Buddha is the Buddha, the Tao is the Buddha, all dharmas and things in the world are transformed by the Dharma!"

"Very good!"

Jizhen's smile became more and more cordial, and she asked several Buddhist scriptures and Zen words in succession to test whether Qinglian really converted to Buddhism.

Qinglian explained one by one, including both Buddhist sages' annotations and personal insights.

"With such a talent in Buddhism, he should be my disciple!"

Jizhen doesn't have any regrets now, even if the Lingshan treasure house is exhausted, as long as there is an arhat in charge, Buddhism will have a chance to rule the heaven in the future.

At that time, the light of Buddha in Dongsheng Shenzhou was shining everywhere, and he was at ease!

"However, there is also a problem. Sun Changsheng and Huang Niu have a long lifespan, and Yang Xuan, the ancient witch clan, is not comparable to the lifespan of the human race..."

Jizhen frowned slightly: "In this way, even if the disciple ascends to the upper realm, there is no way for my Buddha to rule the heaven. How to solve this matter?"

While thinking.

The summoned aura flew into the cave, and Jizhen waved her hand to receive it.

——Come to Heaven quickly, Butianjiao asks the Emperor of Heaven to abdicate if it fails, then discuss whether the position of Emperor of Heaven will be changed every thousand years!

"Amitabha!"

Jizhen excitedly proclaimed the Buddha's name, and the confusion in her heart was immediately resolved. As long as the position of Emperor of Heaven is rotated for a thousand years, the disciple will definitely have a chance to ascend the throne.

"Disciple, you practice here, and come as a teacher whenever you go!"

After all, he turned into a light, and called all the true gods in Lingshan to go to the heaven to support the Butian Sect.

There is the Butian Sect in the front, and the Buddhist sect can benefit by waving the flag and shouting. Jizhen feared that it would be too late, so the Emperor of Heaven directly vetoed this proposal.

Dongfu.

Qinglian sat cross-legged, chanting scriptures continuously, emitting dazzling Buddha light.

After a long time.

After confirming that Jizhen had left Lingshan, Qinglian's pious look instantly turned cold, and she said in a hateful voice.

"Damn heaven, when the poor Taoist comes back, he will definitely overthrow you!"

Breaking through the void while speaking, the next moment he appeared outside the Lingshan Mountain.

Sensing the surging Buddha's light in her body and the pure Buddhist magic power, Qinglian pondered for a moment and flew directly to Mt. Shan, impatient to change her foundation.

In case of encountering a guy who robs the road again, it is hard to say that he can escape again!

泑山.

Hundreds of years have passed, and innate spirits have become legends.

There used to be monks all over the mountains and plains, but now only miners are left, digging spirit jade and blood stones.

Qinglian landed on the top of the mountain, and her majestic magic power enveloped the entire mountain. She pinched the magic formula to sense the origin of the immortal blood, and then her figure turned into aura and merged into the center of the mountain.

The origin of the fairy blood is like a milk swallow returning to its nest, continuously gathering towards the green lotus, and slowly condensing into a red blood cocoon as tall as a person.

The blood cocoon fell on the mountain, and the surrounding space was distorted. It was difficult for a monk to scan it with his spiritual sense.

Both here and there.

But Jizhen went to the Heavenly Court and raised her hand to vote for Butian Sect.

The Heavenly Emperor looked at more than 80% of the true gods, but he had no choice but to agree to the millennium rotation.

Since the establishment of Zhao Yao as the crown prince, the true god has completely seen the situation, and turned to Butian Sect even more quickly, so that he almost dismissed the Emperor of Heaven after a hundred responses.

The only rights and interests that the Emperor of Heaven has won is that since then the Heavenly Articles have come into effect, and his term of office will begin to be counted.

Thousands of years later, Zhao Yao was passed on.

Jizhen left the Lingxiao Palace, drove back to Lingshan with Dunguang, entered the cave and found that Qinglian had disappeared, the smile on her face froze, and she was looking at the words "old bald donkey" on the wall.

"Amitabha! Poor monk... I'd better go back to the Heavenly Court to cultivate, lest this fellow go directly to Lingshan!"

According to Jizhen's knowledge, Bai Suixin has been hiding in the Heavenly Court in recent years, flattering the Emperor of Heaven while waiting for Qinglian to hit the Heavenly Court.

...

The Tiandi calendar is 4000 years old.

Since the establishment of the rule of "the Emperor of Heaven is changed every thousand years", Dongsheng Shenzhou has ushered in peace.

The world of cultivating immortals is thriving, and the mortal world is in good weather.

It seems that the beginning of the establishment of the Heavenly Court has been restored, but in fact, people of insight know that this is just the calm before the storm.

The millennium has come, and it must be done.

However, this has nothing to do with ordinary monks. The farming of farming, the mining of mining, the struggle of the big men in the heaven, and the low-level cattle and horses just need to wait for the result.

As long as you don't affect yourself, let them be destroyed!

today.

泑山.

It was midsummer and the sun was scorching hot.

Li Wei, a miner in the Immortal Cultivation World, sat cross-legged, refining spiritual energy to recover his mana, and listening to the old miners bragging by the way.

"You newcomers don't know, we have a kind of spiritual thing called the blood stone, one catty is worth ten thousand catties of spiritual jade. If you are lucky, dig a piece and replace it with a spiritual pill, which is enough to cultivate until the foundation is completed!"

The miner next to him questioned: "Then why has no one dug it out before? I'm afraid they didn't deliberately trick people into mining!"

"Then I don't know, anyway, there must have been before."

The old miner showed doubts, and he didn't know how to prove it. His ancestors were mining in Mt. Xishan, and it was through digging the sacred blood stone that he obtained the golden elixir.

It's a pity that hundreds of years have passed, the ancestor of Jindan died, and his unworthy descendant came back to mine again.

"It must be a lie. Pindao used to mine in Qiwu Mountain. In order to keep the miners, he boasted that there was an inheritance from ancient gods and men. After decades of digging, only spirit copper and spirit iron!"

Others agreed that due to the establishment of the Heavenly Court, the number of casual cultivators at the bottom dropped sharply, so that there were fewer and fewer people farming and mining.

There is a shortage of people in mine veins everywhere, so various means of recruiting people are used.

Bragging about bloodstones and ancient inheritance are all small tricks, and some mines say how many spirit mines have been dug to make extra spirit stones, but you are exhausted and you can't dig enough.

As for He Bo, the mountain god who controls the mine veins, bullying miners and Lingnong with his background in heaven, that's not new!

The old miner blushed when he heard this, and after arguing for a few words, he looked at Li Wei, who was meditating with breath adjustment, and said, "Li Daoyou, do you also think the old man is boasting?"

"Pindao also saw the sacred blood stone mentioned by Taoist friends in ancient books. Maybe it was dug up hundreds of years ago."

A strange look flashed in Li Wei's eyes, and he said a few perfunctory words casually. After recovering his mana, he drove the escape light and walked all the way to the center of the mountain along the mine.

The mountains stretch for thousands of miles, which is considered a large mountain range in the eyes of ordinary people. However, the mines have been dug for thousands of years, and the mines extend in all directions like a beehive.

In the middle of the mountains.

Li Wei stopped to escape, his eyes flashed a strange light, and he looked at the blood cocoon floating in the air.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Ten years ago, under the introduction of an old miner, Li Wei came to Mt. Su to dig Lingyu.

Li Wei, who came here five years ago to mine, was born with double pupils, accidentally found a blood cocoon floating in the void, and could vaguely sense a ray of endless power.

Li Wei tried various methods, but it was difficult to touch the blood cocoon. He even took other miners past, but after careful testing, he found that they couldn't see it at all.

"There is no mana breath, it should be a treasure or inheritance, but it doesn't seem to be the right way!"

Li Wei turned the double pupil to the extreme, and could vaguely see the shadow of the lotus flower, which was somewhat similar to the Buddhist lotus platform. When it was spinning, it continuously refined the blood cocoon.

"This may be my chance to stand up, so what about the magic treasure, as long as you don't do evil, the rules of heaven can't control it!"

Li Wei was born in a rural area. When he was a child, he couldn't even recognize words, let alone go to a Taoist temple to study Taoism.

While hunting in the mountains, he was lucky enough to fall into the monk's cave, and got the inheritance of immortality. After he cultivated mana, he activated the double pupil.

Double pupils can see hidden auras, such as spiritual things buried in the ground, and elixir hidden in the mountains, but these two are either rare in quantity, or private collection violates the rules of heaven.

After repeated attempts, Li Wei became a miner. With double pupils, he could easily dig out hidden spiritual mines.

After struggling for more than 20 years, he has cultivated from a boy in a mountain village to a real person who built a foundation. He is well-known in the city near the mountain, and he is even respected as the ancestor when he returns to the family!

"Golden elixir is a big threshold. If there is no chance, you will be close to death!"

Li Wei has seen the Golden Core Thunder Tribulation a few times from afar, the power is so strong that he cannot survive it, he must switch to higher-level skills and refine more powerful magic weapons.

Looking up at the blood cocoon, Li Wei observed for five years, and found that the blood color was getting thinner, and it was obvious that the time of birth was not far away.

"I just waited for the treasure to be born in Shanshan Jing, and won the first place... If there is too much movement, it will attract the attention of the mountain god, and you can't force it too much. No matter what, life-saving is the first priority!"

When Li Wei was thinking about it, he suddenly saw the blood cocoon crack a little bit, like a spider web.

hum!

The divine light overflowed from the gap, and Li Wei didn't have time to dodge it, and even screamed, he lost his soul.

Like sweeping over an ant, the divine light pierced through the rocks and soared into the sky without stopping.

Looking from a distance, thousands of divine lights gushed out from the mountains, and all the creatures swept away were turned into fly ash.

The surviving miners fled from the mountains in a hurry by riding the light, not even daring to turn their heads back. This kind of terrifying power seems to be born from a demon, and those who get close will die.

The God of Shanshan raised the formation to restrain him, and before he could investigate the source of the divine light, he discovered that various visions manifested in the sky.

The sky is full of stars, the sun and the moon are in the same sky!

"This is... the Heavenly Tribulation of Human Immortals!"

The mountain god uttered in amazement. Two thousand years ago, Qingyun Guanyao, the holy thunder robbery, has been spread in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and no one knows it.