Great Dao Ji

Liangzhou is located on the border of Daqing. There are many mountains and rivers in the territory, but there are no famous mountains or rivers. Few people practice cultivation here.

After all, three thousand miles north of Liangzhou is the Mingchuan Mountains, which stretches for tens of thousands of miles. Although there are many wild beasts and monsters in them, the place where spiritual energy gathers is far from comparable to Liangzhou.

Most of the monks who had some means would go to the Mingchuan Mountains to open caves.

It's just that Liangzhou is a big state after all, and there are monks who have opened caves here.

The Golden Bell Tower is one of them.

Jinzhong Tower is located in Jinzhong Mountain, 300 miles outside Ding'an County. As a local sect in Liangzhou, it has been established here for many years.

It's just that there is a formation covering the outside of the sect's station, and even if there are hunters who accidentally enter, the mountain people will probably circle around a few times and come out. Therefore, although there are legends of immortals in Jinzhong Mountain, no one has actually found them.

"Ahem!"

Among the mountains, the sound of coughing came from a wooden building.

Changlin Taoist woke up from the retreat and walked out of the retreat.

He coughed every time he took a step, and at the same time, he coughed out a cloud of Yin Qi. By the time he walked out of the wooden building, he had coughed more than a hundred times, and his voice had become a little hoarse.

"Master, are you okay?"

Outside the wooden building, the little Taoist boy Mingxin, who was sitting cross-legged on the lawn and studying Taoism, raised his head.

Looking at Taoist Changlin's pale but unshadowed face, he breathed a sigh of relief.

During the trip to the Yinsi Tavern, Taoist Chang Lin almost died in the underworld. He fled in embarrassment all the way and barely survived after taking all the secret elixirs from the Golden Bell Tower.

It took several months of training before I regained my strength.

"Is everything okay? It's serious!"

Changlin Taoist sighed sadly:

"The Netherworld is indeed not an easy place to break into. The few magical weapons left behind by the founder are all placed inside."

His end was approaching, and although he had a chance to escape this trip to the underworld, he didn't have a few more years to live.

Moreover, most of the magic weapons left by the ancestors of the past generations are placed inside.

It can be said to be a blood loss.

And he still had a doubt in his mind.

That was because he was clearly about to be killed by the old ghost in the netherworld. Why did the old ghost suddenly retreat?

No, not retreat, but a mad escape.

It was like seeing the most terrifying sight in the world.

"As long as everything is fine, it's just Netherworld. It's better not to go there in the future."

The Taoist Mingxin sent out a Taoist book and comforted him.

He also had lingering fears.

That night, he was frightened when he saw Taoist Changlin who had escaped back. The old Taoist was so eroded by the evil spirit that he almost turned into a ghost.

"I want to go, but I have no choice."

Changlin Taoist took a few steps forward and squatted on the lawn with a sad look on his face.

Netherworld didn't just go there if he wanted to. He paid a huge price to ask Master Tianji to have a fortune telling, and then waited for many years before he found the Yinsi Tavern, a portal to Netherworld.

It didn't work out this time, and he couldn't go even if he wanted to.

Mingxin Taoist boy stopped talking.

At his age, he could not understand Taoist Changlin's fear of death. He could not understand the great terror between life and death.

"Forget it, people are destined to die, and practice is in heaven. Fruits cannot be forced."

Changlin Taoist no longer thought about anything else, glanced at Taoist Mingxin and said:

"After this, I will have about nine years left to live. During these nine years, I will teach you and me all the magic of the Golden Bell Tower. You need to learn it seriously."

"Master"

Ming Xin Daotong's heart trembled, it was time to make arrangements for the funeral.

"I, Jin Zhong Tower, have never had many disciples. Before you, I had three disciples as my master, but two of them died a long time ago. The rest, your three senior brothers, should be in Qingdu City."

Taoist Changlin spoke slowly.

The Golden Bell Tower, or one of the few cultivation sects in the world, has a large open mountain gate.

One is that for any practitioner, his own practice is much more important than guiding his disciples, and the other is that it is not allowed.

Cultivation resources are limited and too many disciples will only divert the sect’s luck.

He only had four disciples in his life, and a few of them died. Of course, these are the direct disciples, the boys who made the medicine, the medicine-gathering boys, and some of the guardians.

Thousands of people were surrounding the two masters and apprentices for maintenance of the Golden Bell Tower, collection of herbs, and daily necessities.

"Third Senior Brother? I haven't heard you mention it?"

The little Taoist boy Ming Xin was a little surprised.

"It's useless to talk about evil obstacles. This beast was deceived by the Tathagata Temple and stole the nine furnaces left by the ancestor of our sect. Both of your senior brothers were killed by him!"

Taoist Changlin's face turned gloomy for a moment:

"You must remember that after this bastard entered Tathagata Court, he was called De Xing. When you see him in the future, you must be careful, and be careful again!"

"Virtue?"

Mingxin Taoist silently wrote down the name.

"There is no need to think about revenge. It is said that that beast has achieved his destiny, and you will not be his opponent."

Taoist Changlin waved his hands in disinterest:

"This time I feel sorry for you, my master, and I have lost all the magic weapons that should have been passed on to you. After I die, you can seal the mountain!

Relying on the formations in the nearby mountains, even a young Taoist disciple may not be able to attack you. You should practice carefully and quietly. There is no shortage of cultivation resources in the mountains. It will not be too late to leave the mountain after condensing your life."

"Teacher, master!"

Mingxin Taoist boy jumped up and his voice became a little sharp: "It's broken, it's broken!"

"Why are you so surprised? What's broken?"

Taoist Changlin frowned and turned to look.

With this opening, he suddenly jumped three feet high, his beard and hair spread out:

"My, my formation!!!"

The clouds and mists that surrounded the Golden Bell Tower suddenly began to dissipate, and outside, the dozens of mountains of different heights that should have existed actually shook at this moment!

Boom!

Boom!

The mountain peaks shook, the earth cracked, and dust spread with the air waves.

"I, I"

Chang Lin Taoist shook his body and blew out a turbid air: "Bold monster, dare to move my mountains and rivers, break my formation!"

Any mountain protection formation is rooted in the veins of the earth, secretly in line with the Zhoutian stars, and in line with the qi of heaven and earth.

His Golden Bell Tower's mountain protection formation is naturally no exception. If ordinary people want to break the formation, they have to fight hard, and they must be real people to break it hard, but he has never seen anyone move mountains directly.

Furious!

Chang Lin Taoist suddenly stepped into the air, and roared with thunder and thunder with his magic power!

"Don't stop!"

With a roar, he emptied the air and broke the waves, and actually suppressed the sound of the shaking mountains and rivers outside.

"Who?"

Amid the roar of the mountains, a middle-aged man in the costume of a city god looked up.

When he saw Taoist Changlin, his face changed slightly, and then he said:

"It turns out to be Taoist Changlin, I am honored to meet you!"

As one of the few Taoist masters in Liangzhou, he certainly knew him, and he was naturally prepared for this visit.

"City God?"

Feeling the incense smell on the visitor, Taoist Changlin's anger subsided a little, but his voice was still very cold: "Why did this city god move mountains and rivers to break my formation?"

"City God, please be patient."

The city god bowed and said with his hands folded: "We are here to move mountains under the order of Sun City God, but we are not here to offend the real person. At this moment, we are shaking the mountains not to break the real person's formation, but to move a few peaks."

While the city god was speaking, city gods also appeared on many other peaks.

I am afraid there are dozens of city gods.

Taoist Changlin was shocked after just a glance. What happened? Why so many city gods came?

"If you want to move my mountain, you should at least give me a heads up, right?"

Taoist Changlin's tone slowed down a little, but he didn't give in:

"You want to move the mountain in front of my door without saying a word, that's too much!"

He has been in Taoism for many years, and his magic power is combined with the Earthly Evil and the Heavenly Gang. Ordinary city gods are no match for him. Although there are dozens of these city gods, if he really wants to attack, he can kill half of them and retreat calmly.

After all, once these city gods leave their respective cities, their strength will drop by more than half.

But the power of the underworld city gods is too huge, and he doesn't want to offend them too much because his life span is not long.

The city god was stunned for a moment, then he bowed and said: "We have sent a visiting card, has the real person not seen it?"

"Master, Master!"

On the mountain, the little Taoist Mingxin waved the visiting card in his hand.

"Hmm?"

The Taoist Changlin glanced at the visiting card and his face eased: "I didn't see it. It's just that you want to move the mountain, but you can't break my great formation."

"The real person doesn't have to worry."

A city god smiled: "Although we have the blessing of the people's incense and the support of the netherworld, it is impossible to move so many mountains. We are here to shake the earth veins, just to take away three of the mountains, and will never destroy the real person's mountain protection formation!"

Moving mountains is more difficult than destroying mountains. Even the city gods can hardly move all the mountains.

"In this case, you can do as you please."

The Taoist Changlin no longer stopped him.

After all, his life is coming to an end. If he offends these city gods, he, as a disciple, will not be able to bear this cause and effect.

But curiosity also arose in his heart. Moving mountains is quite difficult. Even the city gods have to pay a great price. Who would move mountains for fun if they have nothing to do?

What do they want to do?

"In this case, thank you for your understanding!"

The city gods all bowed their hands and then let out a long roar at the same time:

"Mountains move horizontally, the earth veins roll, I obey the orders of the three mountains and nine peaks gods"

"Move the mountains!"

The incense and fire between heaven and earth suddenly became thicker, and being in it seemed to be in a temple with strong incense.

Boom!

Boom!

In the midst of the earth shaking, three peaks suddenly rose from the ground and were enveloped by the incense and fire power of dozens of city gods.

The void rippled slightly, and the incense and fire world rooted in the netherworld flashed, swallowing the three peaks into it.

"In this case, farewell to the real person!"

Many city gods breathed a sigh of relief, and some of them were sweating profusely, but they looked relaxed.

He said goodbye to Taoist Changlin and left.

As the city gods left one by one, Taoist Changlin became more and more curious. He immediately ordered his disciples to guard the mountain gate and not go out.

After a slight sense for a moment, he broke through the air and left.

When he was in the air, Taoist Changlin was more and more frightened. In his perception, the air was filled with the smell of incense everywhere in the world, and he could even perceive the fluctuations of many mountains and rivers.

The mountains moved by these city gods are probably far more than three.

"What are they doing?"

Taoist Changlin was shocked and followed the places where many earth veins fluctuated for thousands of miles.

Until the night fell on the earth, he stopped in the air, looked into the distance, and his body suddenly shook:

"Is it him?!"

The second chapter is sent, and I will continue to write the third chapter.