I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Shenjing East Gate.

The monk showed the signboard of Duke Wei's mansion, but the soldiers on duty did not dare to check the signboard, and hurriedly opened the city gate to let them go.

The monk's physical strength was tyrannical, and he ran for more than ten miles without stopping.

In the sedan chair.

Miao Jue, who was supposed to be dying, sat peacefully, but there was a large amount of blood on the monk's robe, almost as if he was a different person.

"Fortunately, the poor monk was well prepared, otherwise there would be a catastrophe..."

Miaojue recalled that ray of sword light, and couldn't help shivering, lifted the curtain and stretched out her head, anxiously urging the monk.

"Hurry up, the gate will be closed when you return to the temple, and no one will see you!"

The monk heard the words and knew that the matter was serious, so he stretched his muscles and bones, and his speed was a little faster.

Miaojue retracted her head, was about to lie down and rest, and soon realized that there was someone beside her.

Black clothes, black pants, black cloak!

"Ah... Mitofu!"

Miaojue yelled out in fright, and quickly changed his mouth to chant the Buddha's name.

The monks following outside heard the voice and asked the abbot what happened and if he needed to stop for a while.

"Cough, cough, cough! I'm a bit angry as a teacher, there's no need to stop, go back to the temple quickly."

After Miaojue finished speaking, she turned her head, cupped her hands repeatedly to the man in black, and said in a low voice, "Grandmaster is face to face. If you have any orders, I will never say anything else."

"Do you know who this seat is?" Zhou Yi's voice was secreted, his voice was old and thick.

Miaojue shook her head again and again, wondering how Duke Wei could provoke such people.

Zhou Yi ordered: "Bring your bronze mirror and have a look."

Miaojue hesitated for a moment, and obediently offered the bronze mirror with both hands.

Zhou Yi observed carefully at close range and found a few small characters on the side of the bronze mirror: Taoist Xuanqing gave his disciple Yu Lingzi.

Miaojue was very insightful and explained: "Master Xuanqing doesn't know the origin. Yulingzi was the founder of Yuling Temple in Shenjing two hundred years ago. Because of his involvement in the big treason case, the lineage has been broken."

Zhou Yi poured his true energy into the bronze mirror, which radiated a dazzling light, which was more than ten times stronger than Miaojue's display.

"How did the bronze mirror fall into your hands, and what is its use?"

"The King Kong Temple was built near the ruins of the Yuling Temple. I accidentally discovered the underground palace, which enshrines a precious mirror. If the belongings of the sages are lost, please return to the temple to worship."

Miaojue said: "The precious mirror can manifest ghosts and fix ghosts, but it is useless to living people."

"There are more than precious mirrors in the underground palace, right?"

Zhou Yi stuffed the bronze mirror into his arms casually: "Poverty Dao is also a member of the Taoist sect, and he participated in the Three Purities together with Yuling Temple. You monk stole the treasure, and you still want to pass it down to the Taoist sect?"

"..."

Miaojue's chubby face turned red, he has always been the one who lied to others, and today he met a guy who is even more shameless: "Senior, it is not bad, there is indeed a volume of Taoism."

"Tell the people outside to stop and go to the temple to get the scriptures, and you will recite them yourself."

Zhou Yi reminded: "If the two facts are confirmed, there is a typo, and I will slaughter the entire King Kong Temple!"

Now he is pretending to be an old monster born in the rivers and lakes, and he should be domineering and brutal in his words and deeds, so that he can do things quickly without arousing suspicion.

People in the world are sometimes strange. If you treat him cruelly, he will be obedient, and if you treat him kindly, he will play tricks on you.

"Stop!"

Miaojue opened the curtain and said, "Fazheng, go to the Buddhist scripture pavilion in the temple and fetch it called "Yu Ling Shuo Ksitigarbha Sutra Commentary."

Fazheng bowed and agreed, and galloped away with his lightness kung fu.

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "The King Kong Temple is famous in Fengyang country, who would have thought that the one who practices Taoism is the Taoist scripture!"

"Since ancient times, Buddhism and Taoism have not been separated."

Miaojue said: "What's more, the scripture is quite mysterious. It has been kept in the temple for more than a hundred years, and only three people can cultivate it. The other disciples are still my disciples!"

Zhou Yi's eyes were shining: "Don't talk nonsense, recite scriptures quickly!"

"The heavens and the earth are dark, there is no limit, and when they are combined, the vitality is formed, and when they are mixed, they return to one..."

The name of the Taoist scripture is "Gui Yuan Jue", with more than 5,000 characters in the whole text, the first part is the method of practice, and the last 500 characters record a light body technique, which can be as light as a feather after being used.

Miao Jue is obsessed with practicing the Gui Yuan Jing. Martial arts only forges the skin membrane, but she can leap several feet in the air when performing light-weight techniques.

Jumping over is different from flying over. The former goes from low to high and then falls, while the latter moves horizontally in the air.

Two or three hours passed.

The sky was getting bright, and the monk Fazheng finally came back from learning the scriptures.

There was no mistake in reading through the book of changes, and I stuffed it into my arms: "I ask you, you can cast spells directly yesterday, why waste a few hours of jumping the gods?"

"Those high-ranking and wealthy families like this. They don't open up the altar to do big things. They think it's too expensive to charge three to five thousand taels of silver."

Miaojue said with a bitter face: "The little monk is also helpless. On weekdays, the temple widely distributes porridge and rice. The land in the temple only collects 40% rent from tenant farmers. We must collect more money from the nobles to support the monks in the temple."

"Don't complain in front of me!"

Zhou Yi glanced at the fat monk. He had indeed heard of the reputation of the King Kong Temple, otherwise he wouldn't be so kind.

"Young monk is talking too much."

Miaojue is like a human being, how could he not hear Zhou Yi's tone eased, and he was relieved at the bottom of his heart, at least his life was saved.

Zhou Yi asked again: "Do you know any nearby places that are dark and cold all the year round?"

Miaojue was slightly taken aback, and after thinking for a while, he said: "I only know one place, three hundred miles southeast of Shenjing, there is a wonderful view of a cold pool, where many dignitaries escape the heat in summer."

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, a place with many people is not suitable for ghosts to live in.

"Senior, wait a moment, the monk called someone to ask."

Miaojue stretched out his head, asked more than a dozen monks, and turned around and said, "There are three more shadowy places, Shilipo Mass Burial Mound, Daliang Mountain Ancient Battlefield, and... Longevity Mountain!"

Zhou Yi patted Miaojue on the shoulder: "If I hear any bad news, I will go to King Kong Temple to talk to you about scriptures and Taoism!"

After finishing speaking, he swaggered open the car curtain and disappeared under the horrified eyes of the monks.

"Amitabha! Do things so carefully and ruthlessly, which old monster is it?"

Miaojue felt fearful and resentful, and stretched out her head to scold the monks.

"What are you staring at, hurry back to the temple!"

...

Longevity Hill.

A hundred and fifty miles away from Shenjing, the tomb of Fengyang Kingdom is where the emperors of the Zhao family are buried.

There are guards guarding the imperial mausoleum, and no one is allowed to approach it, so as not to damage the dragon's veins.

Zhou Yi believes that the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum is just right for Huang Yuniang to be placed, and the huge underground palace allows her to wander without touching living people.

Do what a gentleman does, save a petty heart!

Huang Yuniang vowed that she would not harm anyone. Maybe she could keep the temptation for ten or twenty years, and become the king of ghosts in a hundred or thousand years. Can she still keep her promise?

After all, only the soul cannibalize the essence to become stronger quickly!

Zhou Yi walked lightly, but his speed was not slow, and at the same time, he was looking at Gui Yuan Jue.

"Similar to the Wuming formula, it should be an immortal technique."

"The former gathers spiritual energy to refine the body, while this scripture refines spiritual energy into the dantian and turns it into mana. I don't know how this mana is different from the innate true essence?"

Zhou Yi didn't practice rashly, he had to thoroughly understand the scriptures, and then turn martial arts into immortals.

There is no need to rush to cultivate immortality!

"Combined with Huang Yuniang's volume of scriptures that increase the soul, I am the legendary fellow practitioner of essence, energy, and spirit?"