I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Cut to heaven!

Zhou Yi recognized the identity of a person who appeared to be in the Nascent Soul realm on the surface, but he didn't know if he was hiding his cultivation.

There are many old monsters pretending to be tender in the world of cultivating immortals!

"Isn't it caused by the small cut-off technique?"

The Butian Sect can detect the aura of exercises, and the Jietian Sect, which is not far behind in strength, must have similar secret techniques.

Zhou Yi frowned tightly. If it is said that he inherited the martial arts and supernatural powers from Jiuzhou, the one he is least willing to give up is the Xiaojietian Art, which is a hundred times more important than Yulu Jue, Taixuan Jing, Black Witch Curse, etc.

Shouyuan is long, and others can wait slowly, only the disaster of blood and light will fall from the sky at any time!

The small cut-off technique of fortune-telling has saved Zhou Yi from death several times!

At this time.

The old man who was chasing after him took out a yellow leather gourd, opened the plug, bowed and saluted.

"Baby, help the poor!"

Zhou Yi's spiritual consciousness enveloped the rear at any time, and seeing this scene, his complexion changed abruptly, and he no longer hesitated to directly consume his life energy and blood essence.

brush!

It soared suddenly, and the blood-colored rainbow traversed the sky, disappearing within the range of spiritual consciousness in an instant.

"Why is this junior brother so willing to spare his life?"

The old Taoist showed surprise, he saw a half-empty and half-solid Golden Crow Artifact Soul flying out of the gourd, which landed at his feet and turned into a flying sword with wings. Under the blessing of Duan Guang, his speed was more than three or four times faster.

However, Zhouyi had long since disappeared, so the old Taoist had no choice but to bow and salute again, asking the soul of the Golden Crow to fly back to the gourd.

The old Taoist took out the communication talisman and reported the matter.

"Master, I listened to the old bald donkey chanting scriptures, and met a wonderful man. He is a member of the Butianmen, but he practices the Heaven-cutting technique..."

after a long time.

A message came back.

"This son is very useful in teaching!"

...

East China Sea.

a long distance away.

A ray of light fell, and even submerged in the water, there was no life left.

Zhou Yi arranged hundreds of formations to restrain him, and subconsciously took out the sticks to predict bad luck. It has been a habit for thousands of years, but fortunately he woke up in time and did not cast spells.

"I can't use the small Jietian technique for the time being, lest the Jietian sect come to my door!"

"The old man didn't catch up, it seems that it should be the Nascent Soul, not some old monster..."

Zhou Yi used other divination techniques in turn, but it was much worse than the Xiaojietian technique. The secrets obtained were extremely vague, and he was not sure whether the information was right or wrong.

In the name of intercepting heaven's secrets, Jietianjiao must also be proficient in countermeasures, using formations and secret techniques to distort outsiders' divination.

"Let's hide in the Kunlun cave for a while, and then look at the situation in Dongsheng Shenzhou. It's really a melee between many great religions. If you are poor, you will be closed to death. If you don't get involved in karma, there will be no death!"

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, and first sent a message to Gu Xiao, using the excuse of not seeing anyone in seclusion.

Afterwards, a puppet was refined, blended with the soul and mana breath, and placed on the seabed to pretend to practice, while the main body escaped into the cave to practice.

In the Taoist temple.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged and comprehended the technique of void escape.

This method is different from the usual escapism that pursues speed and weirdness. It is another way to avoid any formation restrictions by traveling through the void.

Theoretically, after the evasion method is completed, there will be no restrictions in the world to trap it.

"How does breaking open the void differ from Ascension to Immortal Realm? How does each world exist, overlapping and parallel, or like bubbles?"

Zhou Yi's cognition of the world was influenced by his previous life. He had heard of parallel worlds, subspaces, different worlds, heavens and myriad worlds, etc., and he didn't yearn for the fairy world like other monks, thinking that it was a world of high power.

For ordinary people, the world of cultivating immortals is not equivalent to the world of immortals?

According to the description of the Void Escape Technique, after breaking through the void, you will enter the confused and confused chaos. The strong wind is raging, and if you are not careful, your body will be smashed to pieces and your soul will be scattered.

Only with the help of the most treasured body protection can one escape a longer distance.

"This void should not be a different world, but more similar to subspace, similar to storage bags and spirit beast bags after they are broken. I don't know if the Xuanwu armor can resist the wind of the void?"

Zhou Yi read through the whole chapter of the method of escape, and there are a lot of cultivation insights in it, which come from the seniors in the teaching.

This is the case for every exercise in Butianjiao. After all, many of the disciples in the teaching are introduced to the art, without a complete master's inheritance, and it will waste a lot of time to study and understand it simply by distributing the exercises.

one year later.

The bottom of the East China Sea.

Zhou Yi pinched the magic formula with his hands, and a series of spiritual lights fell in front of him.

hum!

The void vibrated, opening a gap.

A ray of spiritual consciousness tentatively entered the void, and suddenly the soul was in severe pain, and the wind from the void blew past and crushed Zhou Yi's spiritual consciousness.

The basalt god armor made noise, the Taiqing talisman hung above his head, Zhou Yi stepped on the Bodhi Treasure Wheel and drilled into a crack in the void. After a few breaths, the gap in the void hundreds of meters away cracked open, and a figure came out.

"It's done!"

Zhou Yi showed joy, and looked down at the Xuanwu Divine Armor. There were dozens of cracks on it, which were slowly recovering.

"This escape method is really weird and evil. If you can't control the distance well, you don't need the enemy to do it. Before you get out of the void, you will be crushed by the wind!"

The basalt god armor is derived from the slough of the basalt demon saint, which is equivalent to the realm of returning to the void of the monster race, and it cannot continue to resist the void wind.

Ordinary Daoist Yuan Ying practiced the void escape technique, and it is estimated that he would only travel a dozen or twenty feet, barely resisting one or two strong winds before escaping.

"That's not too bad, the void is really so easy to pass through, so what kind of formation is there to learn?"

"By analogy, I don't know if I have to go through the turbulent wind and turbulence to ascend to the fairyland. If it is necessary to fly to an extremely long distance, then the strength of the Void Returning Immortal is much more terrifying than expected!"

Thinking of this in Zhouyi, he couldn't help but look solemn.

He was reluctant to part with Dongsheng Shenzhou's practice environment, and he didn't want to take risks.

After a while.

Zhou Yi sighed.

"How can there be a world without danger in the world? Even if you are floating on the sea, the sky and the earth may collapse and be inexplicably ashes. The poor are walking on thin ice, but they are not cowardly. You must be brave and diligent!"

"Crisis can happen at any time, just be careful!"

Zhou Yi took out the communication sword talisman, intending to inquire about the matter of incense and fire, but put it away after weighing it for a while.

"It's been a year since Arhat taught the scriptures. The news of conferring the gods must spread all over Dongsheng Shenzhou. I need to find out by myself first, and I can't rely on Butian Sect for all the news!"

Seeing is believing.

Besides, the news about Butian Sect may not be true.

Their position is too high and high, considering the development of the world of cultivating immortals, they are too divorced from the masses, and they are not grounded!

What Zhou Yi wants to see is whether the common people are good or bad under the influence of incense and gods.

Counting with fingers, using Xiao Yan's magic number, he faintly sensed that there is a cause and effect on the coast of the East China Sea. Thinking back for a while, I know the ins and outs. When I entered Dongshengshenzhou at the beginning of the year, I met an old fisherman and gave him a jade slip of magic as a reward for guiding the way.

"In a blink of an eye, eighty years have passed, and I don't know if the old man is still alive?"

"Let's go and see how this cause and effect ends. If there is no risk, it might as well become a good story!"

Zhou Yi changed suddenly, from a white-haired old man to a middle-aged Taoist, walking towards the coast on the waves.

...

Paint the eastern foot of Wu Mountain.

The small town at the foot of the mountain is called Kaoshan Town.

There are not many villages and towns in the world named after the river and the mountain, and most of them use the name of the mountain to eat the mountain, rely on the water, and drink water.

The town is small in size and has a population of tens of thousands.

At noon, it was supposed to be noisy and lively, but the street was actually empty, only a few pedestrians here and there, with anxious faces and hurried steps.

"It smells so strong!"

Zhou Yi's eyes sparkled with aura, and the sky over the town was as gray as a cloud of smoke. It was the condensed and manifested power of incense.

According to the records of the Incense Concentration Technique, red gold is the best for the incense wish power, followed by colorless, cyan is the third, and gray is the worst. If it is black, it is not incense, but a curse.

"Gray wish power, the quality is worse than that of Linyang land back then!"

"Although that fellow has suffered a lot from the common people, he has done a good job on the surface, and the power he obtained is also blue and white."

Zhou Yi moved quickly and came to a house in front of a thought.

The sky is bright and the sun is bright, the door is closed, and the spiritual consciousness is swept away, and the sacrificial ceremony is actually being held in the courtyard.

The way believers offer incense and vows is generally to burn incense and pray, and the vows are more cumbersome, such as chanting scriptures, and the most top-notch is to perform group sacrifices according to the rules of the mountain god Hebo.

The incense and vows offered by the sacrifices are large in quantity and high in quality.

However, the sacrifice must be voluntary. Except for some special festivals, very few people are willing to spend money and time to hold sacrifices to worship the gods!

Boom boom boom!

Zhou Yi knocked the door knocker, and a moment later the door opened a crack. It was a child of seven or eight years old.

"Who are you looking for?"

The voice is immature, maybe she just cried, and there is a little sobbing in her voice.

"Poverty... Sun Xing!"

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "Back then, I discussed the Tao with your ancestor in the East China Sea, and left behind a jade slip. Today, I came to visit on a whim."

"On Taoism? Jade slips?"

The child was stunned for a moment, as if he understood, he turned his head and ran to the courtyard and shouted: "Father, mother, grandpa, someone is looking for grandpa again!"

"Grandpa?"

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly. In the past eighty years, Fansu has gone through three or four generations.

The distance between immortals and mortals is not only about strength!

soon.

An old man opened the door, followed by his children and grandsons, bowing and saluting.

"Greetings to the Immortal Master, junior Wu Qiong, my father failed in building the foundation, and has passed away for thirty-three years."

"It's a pity."

When Zhou Yi came, he felt something in his heart, and he couldn't help sighing, the old man was open-minded in nature, even if he was successful in cultivation, he was willing to make a living by fishing, and his mind was more brilliant than many building foundations and golden elixir.

However, the immortal road is difficult, and it doesn't mean that a good heart can go far!

"Please, Master Immortal."

Wu Qiong led the way, entered the courtyard and was the first to see an altar built with green bricks two or three feet high.

On the altar stood a statue of a god with a dragon body and a bird head, more than six feet long, and it was carved out of spiritual jade. On the altar in front were jade biscuits, furry beasts, and six bowls of glutinous rice.

Zhou Yi asked curiously, "Is this Qi Wu Mountain God?"

"Exactly."

A strange look flashed in Wu Qiong's eyes, and he saluted the god respectfully, saying: "The mountain god has blessed me for hundreds of years, and my father's practice was also taught by the mountain god, so the statue and altar were built in the courtyard."

"It's more than that."

Zhou Yi changed his voice and said: "Every family in this town builds altars. Could it be that their ancestors also had the mountain gods to pass on the Dharma?"

"this……"

Wu Qiong's complexion was tangled, he neither wanted to lie to his father's past, nor dared to speak ill of the mountain god.

"Are you holding a sacrificial ceremony?"

Zhou Yi waved his hand, took out the power of incense and fire from the statue, and condensed it into a gray bead.

Theoretically speaking, the people's voluntary sacrificial sacrifices are at least the power of a green and white wish. However, there is an unknown amount of resentment contained in this gray color.

Wu Qiong looked bitter, not knowing how to explain it.

At this time, the little grandson behind him muttered, "The mountain god wants to collect taxes, and my family can't make up the money. Grandpa said so much to kowtow."

Zhou Yi wondered: "This statue is carved with spiritual jade. Although the quality is not high, it would take a few lifetimes to replace it with gold and silver. How could it not pay the tax?"

"Immortal Master, it's not gold and silver, but incense tax..."

Wu Qiong struggled for a long time, and said with a bitter face: "Every household has to pay the full amount of incense and vows. The old man's family will offer incense and chant scriptures in the morning and evening. However, the heart is not sincere, and the number is too small, so we can only hold sacrifices."

"And this kind of tax!"

Zhou Yi looked up at the Niaoshou Mountain God, and realized something in his heart, which was probably related to the incense and fire.

"How long has this incense been taxed?"

"Half a year."

Wu Qiong was about to speak when a ray of light fell in the courtyard, turning into a man with bird feathers on his head and feathers on his body.

The man with bird hair shouted: "Old man Wu, do you have enough incense? If you don't pay today, the mountain god will be angry, and everyone in the town will suffer!"

Wu Qiong repeatedly bowed and prayed: "Master, my family is holding a sacrificial ceremony. I will kneel down and pray for three days and three nights. There must be enough incense."

"That's three days."

The bird-haired man looked at the statue, with greed flashing in his eyes, and said coldly: "If you don't get it all together by then, you won't be qualified to worship the mountain god. This statue must be taken away!"

Wu Qiong didn't dare to refute, so she could only keep praying.

The Wu family was originally just a poor fisherman, who received the favor of the mountain god to teach the Dharma, and became a cultivator of immortality. Even if the foundation was not established in the end, it completely changed the fate of the family and became a well-known and wealthy household in the town.

Because of this, the Wu family respected Qiwu Mountain God from the bottom of their hearts, and they would burn incense in the morning and evening when the incense tax was not collected.

It's a pity that neither Wu Qiong nor the descendants have spiritual roots, and only practiced mortal martial arts. The spiritual objects left by the ancestors will inevitably attract people's covetousness.

In the past thirty years, he has been cautious, treated people well on weekdays, and was taken care of by his father's friends before his death, so his life can be regarded as peaceful.

Until Qiwu Mountain God began to collect incense tax, and sent his monks to sit in every village, town and city, the bird-haired man was assigned to the town of Guashan, and soon set his sights on the relics of the Wu family ancestors.

So no matter how Wu Qiong enshrines the mountain god, the condensed incense and vows are not enough to pay taxes!

"Don't delay any longer, I will come back in three days!"

The feathered man achieved his goal, only then did he find a stranger in the courtyard, and asked, "Who is this?"

Wu Qiong explained: "This senior is a friend of my father during his lifetime, and he came to worship."

The man with bird feathers scanned his consciousness and found that he was only practicing Qi cultivation. He rolled his eyes and his face darkened: "Where did the wild Taoist come from, do you have a token of the mountain god? If you don't have one, follow me to the yamen!"

Wu Qiong's complexion changed slightly, and he hurriedly prayed: "Master, senior is here as a guest, according to the rules, there is no need..."

"What rules are not rules?"

The bird-haired man shouted and cursed: "In this backing mountain town, my seat is the rule. From now on, anyone who doesn't have a certificate from the mountain god is an evil heretic and should be punished!"

"The poor way has been practiced for hundreds of years, and I have never seen such an arrogant person."

Zhou Yi looked at the bird-haired man up and down, and said with a sneer, "Such a low-minded man can successfully build a foundation. I don't know if it's because of the mystery of the wishing force beads, or the injustice of the heavens!"

"Hundreds of years? Hiss!"

The bird-feathered man was startled slightly, the feathers on his body changed into two wings, and flew towards Mount Qiwu.

"return."

After Zhouyi's voice fell, the bird-haired man felt the big hand of the invisible substance forcefully pulling him back to the yard.

"Senior, please forgive me, I am under the seat of the mountain god..."

Before the bird-haired man could finish his sentence, his soul was pulled out of his body abruptly, and the memories of his life were transformed into countless pictures. Watching his soul crumble to pieces, it was a hundred times more painful than Ling Chi's torture.

Zhou Yi waved his hand and collected the remnant soul into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

"If one has no background, and two has no backing, then this Qiwu Mountain god can do it!"