Chapter 272 Counting the harvest, returning to Shenxiao Mountain, the road ahead is long, I wish you no worries!

The river and the sea were rolling, and Master Bai from the Xuanyang Zongzong saw that Ji Qiu's aura was becoming dangerous, so he immediately explained:

"Just now I saw the true king's Dharma covering the sky and the sun, but I noticed carefully that it was not his true body that came, so I thought in my heart that the person who made this Taoist soldier appear must be someone else."

"Therefore, even though I was shocked by the True Lord and sent hundreds of miles away, I did not leave, but stayed for a while longer."

"The reason is to meet fellow Taoists."

Having said that, the blue-shirted Taoist tidied up his appearance, looking quite elegant, and said:

"I wonder who your Excellency is from, what sect you are from, and where you are from?"

"My Xuanyang Authentic Sect has been established for thousands of years, and the True Monarch Wanshou is dominating the world. It is a first-class authentic sect that controls all the realms in the nine directions. It is the direct lineage of Xuanmen!"

"I observe that Your Excellency has extraordinary magical power and extraordinary grace. I wonder if you would like to come to me and become a guest elder?"

"I, from the Xuanyang lineage, have a generous salary and salary, and I have the authentic and true Dharma to teach you with all my money. If you are a fellow Taoist who wants to have a great path, this is your best choice!"

【Atractylodes】

[Born from the Xuanyang Region, he is a disciple of the Xuanyang Zhengzong. He has high qualifications. He joined the sect at a young age and has made rapid progress in cultivation. 】

[After breaking through the Taoist foundation, he succeeded in practicing the authentic Xuanyang Daribaojian, which attracted the attention of the elders of the contemporary peaks. He was merged into the True Lord Qingyan and was accepted as a direct disciple. 】

[With a lifespan of less than fifty years, he formed a golden elixir. He is the top true disciple among his peers. He is known as one of the twins of the Xuanyang Authentic Sect. His reputation is resounding throughout the Yangguan Domain. He is ranked 41st on the list compiled by the Immortal Alliance.

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Xuanyang's eyes flashed and he deduced the origin of the real person named Xin Zhenyangguan.

"How can this person never achieve the Dharma?"

When he saw that he could actually peek into this person's recent achievements, Xuanyang's eyes were slightly surprised.

Climb the cloud list.

It is a list of a pair of true kings recorded in the Immortal Alliance jointly established by the Qi Refining inheritance of various human races in the Eastern Barren Four Hundred Dao Realm.

It records that among all the small realms, only a hundred outstanding people at the age of 100 can surpass the True King.

It will take seven hundred years to be on this list. Once no more amazing and talented people appear, they will automatically advance.

If you want to be included in the list, you only need to have unparalleled qualifications, and you also need to have impressive records.

For example, Xuanyang browsed briefly.

Then we know that the sect has already become the true king when he was only over seventy years old, and Xin Zhen Xiaori Baojian Xiaocheng has cultivated the Xiaori Bao body.

I once personally took action and turned the tide in a battle to quell the demon infestation. I killed two little demons at the level of the legal domain. It can be said that I am famous in the Xinzhen domain.

Those kind of achievements, placed under a special person, would already be so arrogant.

However, the real man in the blue shirt had a warm smile at this time. He didn't even have the style of a real man. Instead, he looked like a Confucian scholar.

It means knowing whether it is true or pretending to be so.

Xuanyang slightly nodded his head.

And before seeing that this person has no intention of doing the right thing, the Taoist also has questions about whether he cares or not.

Putting the Yuanyang Taoist soldier who turned into a big sword in his sleeve on his arm and hiding it in his sleeve robe so that he could take off his sleeve at any time, Xuanyang raised his head and looked at the blue-shirted master behind him who was chatting and inviting, and only said:

"I, Xuanyang, Xuanyang Region, Beicang Prefecture, am not a loose cultivator in the mountains, but my good intentions were wasted by Master Bai."

"Although the Yang Guan Zheng Sect has a humble family and a small family, it does not have Beicang Ji Qiu's inheritance. Before the last day, the immortal road was smooth all the way. The cultivation in the sect has been painstaking until now. You have no intention of switching to my sect. Fellow Taoist, please come back.

"

Xuanyang spoke clearly and expressed his agreement to the sect's invitation.

Seeing this, the blue-shirted man didn't mean it, he waved his hand in concern, then smiled and said:

"It's a hindrance."

"Even from a long distance, you can see that the Shenxiao Sect is a dragon and a phoenix among people. That's why I want to invite the real person to come to Yangguan and be a guest. Elder, he and you can sit together and discuss the Tao."

"Since I don't have any sect, it's better to continue to beg for nothing. I just hope that I can stay acquainted with you and make friends today. How do you think about it?"

When the voice came up, Xin Zhen also agreed, so he should claim it.

"If Fellow Taoist Bai doesn't mean it, it's okay."

Master Bai from Yangguan heard the reply, smiled, rolled up his sleeves, bowed his head, and said:

"It's all in vain to get acquainted with Taoist fellow Taoist fellows, but it's all in vain that Ji Qiu swept in!"

"You see, Taoist fellow Taoist, there is nothing important, just don't do anything to hinder me."

"He and you, see you last time!"

While the sect was talking, he stepped aside half of his body at the right time to block him.

After hearing those eight or two words, the master in blue shirt had no idea at all. Xuanyang said politely, stepped forward, paused, and flew away.

When passing by the sect.

The Taoist glanced sideways, watching the woman in blue shirt still smiling, and wondering what kind of medicine this person was selling.

"It's up to me what I think."

"As long as I am in trouble with you, you are willing to take action."

Reach out to hit the smiling person.

It was certain that something was right, so Xuanyang naturally stayed here and continued to waste time.

In the blink of an eye, under the gaze of the sect, he said goodbye and left.

Only the real person in the blue shirt was left. Before seeing his aura disappearing further and further away, the smile on his face quickly faded, and then he frowned:

"Eighteen side gates of Beicang, Xuanyang Domain of Xuanyang."

"Who said Beicang Prefecture and Beicang Jiqiu were there in name only?"

"Looking at it that way, even if there is a surge of spiritual energy in this domain and there is no sign of recovery, it is not something that your Yang Guan Zhengzong can get involved in."

The shocking scene just now made it clear that Xin Zhenping, who was leaving with his energy, had a close relationship with Beicang Jiqiu.

With the addition of Xin Zhenping, the sect had never heard of it before setting foot here. Knowing its great reputation, they were afraid that it would be difficult for them to become the sect of Yangguan.

The seven are combined, and even though that small Dao realm is now divided, it is still divided by various Dao channels.

But in reality, once there is no intervention from beings like Beicang Xin Zhenna.

The list is authentic, so I think it's a great success.

Thinking like that, the sect traced the spirit pattern with his fingertips and drew it into a message, sending all the matters regarding the inheritance of Beicang Xin Zhen and this Taoist soldier back to the sect and informing Xin Zhen before Xin Zhen knew about it.

Just take care of this matter again.

"That would be good."

"As for whether or not to set foot there, it is entirely up to Ji Qiu to make his own decision."

"It's just that today, all the Taoist orders in the world are fighting for resources. It's rare for Beicangzhou's spiritual energy to revive, but it's difficult to get involved."

"What a pity."

The master in blue shirt looked at the sky, shook his head, and sighed with regret.

The civilization of spiritual practice in this world has evolved over more than 100,000 years, and today, it has reached its peak.

But at the same time, it is also extremely barren.

It is almost difficult to find a spiritual place with a master, and it is even more difficult to practice in the mountains and fields without going against the will of heaven.

There are small sects from all sides, and you come on stage after others sing, just to fight for this opportunity to practice.

The path to enlightenment is small and easy!

Xuanyang carries the Yuanyang in his sleeves and goes straight into Qingming. It can be said that he travels to the North Sea in the morning and the sky is green at dusk.

The aftermath of the strange phenomenon of Taoist soldiers in Yuanshan in this town has not yet subsided, so I returned to Xin Zhen's station in Hanyan Temple. It only took a few days to come and go.

After Master Ji, Jiang Yuanshan and other Taoists had finished counting the resources and transplanting the spiritual veins and roots, the Taoist happened to return.

Afterwards, during Luobaishu's inventory, two Daoji elders and some disciples were left behind.

Now Hanyan Temple only has those two Taoist priests.

When Ji Zhenren saw this strange figure, he felt at ease and felt guilty for some of his thoughts at that time.

So when Xuanyang fell into the Sutra Temple, the man walked behind and faced Xuanyang, saying only:

"All the resources of Shenxiao Sect and Hanyan Temple have been coordinated. The scripture pavilion talismans, formations, and side sect techniques have all been collected."

"Coupled with the spiritual stones and elixirs in your hands, the accumulation of hundreds of years of this small side door must be all here."

After saying this, the man bowed and bowed, and placed the jade book containing the records behind Xuanyang's face.

After receiving the jade album handed over by Master Ji, Xuanyang looked at it carelessly for a moment and determined that it was the same as what his soul noticed when he left, so he nodded slightly:

"The number is a difference."

"You have accomplished nothing on this trip, and you will receive no reward until you return to the mountain."

"Now that this trip is complete, let's ride the flying boat and return to the Golden Pill."

When Xuanyang said it, the Daoji elder present should naturally claim it.

Instructing the disciples who came with him to collect the resources obtained by searching the cave, the cultivators from the Xuanyang Region got off the divine flying boat and returned home with a full load.

It was slightly different from the indignation he had when he came. At this time, when the disciples came, Xiaodu had a bit of excitement on his face.

After all, that's an entire side door!

Except for the real person and all the Daoji elders, after counting the treasure house, the remaining disciples' caves were all given to us disciples to drink soup with a wave of Xuanyang's little hand.

Even if the harvest is too small and extremely large for real people like Xuanyang, it is of little use.

But in the hands of those disciples who usually have very poor cultivation resources and need to live frugally, it is an extremely small amount of wealth!

The flying boat sails straight across the sea of ​​clouds.

Along the way, the disciples stared at the figure of the Taoist with flying sleeves on the head of the flying boat. The admiration and awe in their eyes were almost beyond words.

"Xin Zhenping has worshiped the gods, and after ten years, he has become a true king, and will be your true prince!"

"How can you, Shenxiao, be prosperous without that kind of existence?"

After this calamity, no disciples loudly discuss Xin Zhen's future, and there is no glory.

"This time in the disciple courtyard of Hanyan Temple, you only found a few medium-grade spiritual stones and two bottles of Qi Control Pills. There is no hope of reaching Qi Refining Consummation!"

"That's nothing. You also found a multiplier. If you sell it in Shenxiao City, you can at least get more than seventy spiritual stones!"

"The real person personally drives the law and eliminates Luo Baizhu and Hanyan Temple. In the end, you are just a master. Who would have thought that if you are favored, you can still make a fortune."

"Thank you for the golden elixir and the real man's grace!"

A few monks were in high spirits, gathering together to discuss the harvest, and they were very happy.

Wait until two days before flying across the sky.

The huge flying boat finally arrived at Shenxiao Mountain.

When Xuanyang stepped out of the flying boat, it was already setting sun and it was approaching dusk.

"Shenxiaomen is back!"

"It's Shenxiaomen!"

Seeing the flying boats one after another, engraved with the formation pattern of Xuanyang Domain, they made some ripples in the small formation at the mountain gate and entered.

The disciples guarding the mountain suddenly felt refreshed and hurriedly came to greet him.

When the flying boat stopped at the top of the mountain, Xuanyang had also received news from the disciples of the mountain sect.

The flying boats of Master Zhang Shouyi and Luo Xinzhen have all returned to Jindan, and he and his party were the first to arrive.

Regarding this, I also realized that it was indeed delayed for a while because I was looking for the incident of Yuanyang Sword.

As soon as he returned to Xinzhen, the first thing the Taoist did was to go down to the Yunxiao Taoist Palace and count the gains from his trip.

On the top of the mountain, I nodded to the eight real people.

Entered this palace.

Xuanyang faced Shen Yunxi and Xin Zhenping, took out the savings of Hanyan Temple and Luobaishu, and then counted them one by one:

The spiritual stones in the storage ring are almost piled up into a mountain, emitting a dazzling light. Before the calculation, there are probably more than 70,000 low-grade spiritual stones.

As for the elixir and spiritual materials, it is also a small batch.

In addition, there are eight eighth-level magic weapons, each of which is a precious mirror of Luo Baishu, named: Rizhao Mirror, and the Meng Zhenren’s natal mirror that later fell into Xin Zhen’s hands. They probably belong to the same series, and the two sides coexist. .

The other two items are the vajra alms bowl from Hanyan Temple and a dark golden pestle.

There are dozens of seventh-level spiritual weapons left, and there are even hundreds of special Qi-refining magic weapons.

Robes, talismans, formation disks, and some strange gadgets are also stuffed to the brim outside each storage ring.

The dazzling array is endless.

After counting in that palace, even Xin Zhen was frightened.

This was even more so when the headmaster Xin Zhenping opened his mouth and told me what I had collected from Yuanchu Mountain and Changchun Mansion one by one.

To be honest, even Xuanyang has seen so few resources.

The seven people took their seats at this time. When the counting was completed, Mo Yu couldn't help but say:

"Such few resources."

"Even if you give up the use of daily practice, it will be enough to cultivate several more Xin Zhenzhi!"

There is a look of shock on your face, obviously you have seen so few resources.

There are gold belts for murder and arson, and there are corpses for repairing bridges and roads.

That sentence can be regarded as a vivid description of the cruel world, and also revealed the bloody facts of the spiritual world.

If there is no such thing as overwhelming wealth.

How dare these seven sects dare to risk their lives to descend to the sky just to seize the inheritance?

Seeing that the seven sects had accumulated so much, Shen Yunxi stood up hurriedly and looked at the eight real seniors in the hall:

"I am getting old."

"All the golden elixirs ahead will be handed over to the eight of you."

"Those resources will be their current ladder to heaven, which will be enough for them to have a worry-free future under Xin Zhen's way!"

"If Senior Jindan has no hope of becoming a real king, I hope all real people can train him less."

"And if there is someone among the seniors, this is the veteran you hope to have."

After a pause, Shen Yunxi looked at the dark dusk in the Dao Palace, and said solemnly:

"They can all achieve Dharma Xiang Ji Qiu one day!"

"I call you Shenxiao, you are in the authentic position, and you will have a long life!!"

The old Taoist's words conveyed doubtful meaning.

That means leaving the harvest to Xuanyang and others to distribute among themselves.

Hearing these remarks, Xuanyang and Zhang Shou looked at each other, then smiled bitterly and gave up, each speaking:

"Ancestor, please worry. If you are here, the sky will surely prosper!"

"And those spiritual stones and spiritual materials, even if you wait and consume them, will be enough to last you for a long, long time. You don't need to take them all."

"Just take what you need."

The seven people made their intentions known, and Xuanyang took away the ineffective Rizhao Mirror. Zhang Shouyi also gave up after taking away a Taoist sword from Yuanchu Mountain.

The rest is just a matter of filling up the Shenxiao Treasure House.

As for Xuanyang’s own cultivation resources.

This trip has yielded such a rich harvest. Even if there is no transformation from the Butian Sutra and the Butian Taoist body, at least there will be no more worries in the path of the true king.

It's like what I said outside of my words.

As long as it's enough, that's enough.

This battle established Xin Zhenping's status as the overlord of Beicang.

At the same time, all hidden dangers in the seven directions of southeast, northwest and northwest will be eliminated!

From now on, there will only be four of the eighteen side sects in Beicang. Even if it ends from now on and Shenxiao declines, at least the Golden Pill can be kept stable for hundreds of more years!

The meaning is profound.

After finishing talking about the business, Xin Zhen looked at Shen Yunxi and wanted to show the Yuanyang Sword to the old Taoist, so as to put an end to an old worry of mine.

But at this time.

The old Taoist stood up and walked leisurely. He had already passed the eight-person seat and walked into the Taoist Palace.

My waist is straight. In front of my back is the dim light of the Taoist palace, and behind me is the small mountain gate.

At this time, dusk is about to pass and night has arrived, which seems to indicate that Lao Tao's magnificent life will also come to an end.

I looked at the dark sky, and the old voice sounded a little twilight:

"These disciples who died in the battle can be sent to reincarnation."

"I only hope that the light that lights up in your Xuanyang Domain can illuminate the road to reincarnation for us, and I also hope that there will be no reincarnation in my life."

"Those disciples can still enter your divine heaven again,

"Continue the fairy tale of the past!"

The old man clenched his fists.

And as my words fell.

The dusk in the sky gradually became brighter, Xuanyang and Zhang Shouyi Moyu also left the Dao Palace, overlooking the scenery of the small golden elixir on the top of the fairyland.

"Follow the order of our ancestors."

Xin Zhenping inherited the thoughts of the real man who fought for the sky all his life.

Immediately, an edict was issued and the ancient bell of mourning was rung.

Brilliant galaxies fill the sky.

At night, the ancient clock keeps ringing.

The coffins of these disciples were displayed on the front mountain. When the disciples who were waiting heard the bell ringing, they all bowed to the coffins and bowed.

Then he recited the eulogy silently, then used his magical power to lift us up, and sent us one by one into the vast thick soil, where we were buried and laid to rest.

Countless disciples were excited even when they knew that Shen Xiao had suffered a small victory.

But tonight.

But before we heard the bell ringing, it was all noisy.

Xuanyang, with his hands behind his back, stood on the top of Shenxiao Mountain with several real people.

Looking at that scene, I suddenly recalled a festival that had been engraved in my mind for a long time before I came to this world.

The Ghost Festival is also known as the Ghost Festival.

Sacrifice is performed to commemorate the departed soul.

Thinking of this, the Taoist raised his eyebrows and said silently:

"The soul of my late disciple has returned. The green smoke curls up and passes away with the wind."

"But seeing that your pulse is strong, I hope that I can come back to you again."

"The sky is filled with dazzling stars, all of them are stars, illuminating the way back!"

"Sent to you"
Chapter completed!