In the past, the First Emperor went on tour and the whole world worshiped him.
Liu Bang looked at it and said: "This is what a man should do."
Xiang Yu looked at it and said, "He can take his place."
Zhang Heng did not know that he, like the First Emperor, had become the target of others.
only know.
As time goes by, with more fun, it might be more interesting.
Zehu...
The lake is three hundred miles away and is surrounded by mountains and rivers.
Either by boat or by land, you can see the mountains and rivers along the way and listen to the sounds of apes on both sides of the bank, which is very much like a journey to immortality.
The Huangshi Sect chose this place for its Immortal Enlightenment Ceremony, and it was obvious that they had put some thought into it.
After all, the current situation of the Huangshi Sect is not good. Last year, due to the dispute with the Qingshui Sect over the mineral veins, they suffered successive defeats. The outer courtyard of the sect was even attacked by the Qingshui Sect, and many disciples were kidnapped.
What does the sect’s continuation depend on?
It is the fresh blood from generation to generation.
Every sect in the True Ding Realm holds an immortal meeting every three years.
The sect's outer courtyard was breached. It doesn't seem like much at the moment, but it will affect the situation ten, twenty, or even thirty years from now.
Therefore, the Huangshi Sect held this Immortal Ascension Ceremony on an extremely grand scale.
Not only to recruit disciples, but also to use the Immortal Ascension Ceremony to boost morale that had fallen due to the defeat in foreign wars.
“There are so many people!”
Looking at Yiyeye Bianzhou, Hua Rou, who was traveling far away for the first time, looked very excited.
Zhang Heng was not surprised by this.
Huangshi Prefecture has three thousand miles of fertile land and a population of tens of millions.
Huangshi Sect is the overlord of Huangshi Mansion. It recruits disciples, and there must be many people who want to join.
Just follow your usual habits.
Huangshi Sect is not considered a large sect and does not have the resources to train a large number of disciples.
Judging from the current meaning, at least tens of thousands of people came.
In the end, it would be good if a hundred people were selected, but the Huangshi Sect would not be able to train more.
"As guests disembark, please go to the island to register..."
The place where the Ascension Dharma Ceremony is held.
On the largest island in Zehu Lake.
This place was originally a manor of a wealthy merchant, but it is currently occupied by the Huangshi Sect and turned into a temporary ascension site.
Zhang Heng came here with Hua Rou because he wanted to see what the sect in Zhending Realm was like, not to cause trouble.
Immediately, he cooperatively registered his and Hua Rou’s information.
As for Zhang Heng himself, he writes about casual cultivation.
Hua Rou is his descendant.
There is no need to write too detailed, they don’t really want to join the Huangshi Sect.
"This is your identity badge. With this badge, you can receive a free lunch every day and be eligible to live in Datong Shop."
There is a receptionist at the ferry who explains the rules of the island to people: "If you want to eat well and live well, there are restaurants on the island for food and lodging, as long as you are willing to spend money."
"There are also the Immortal Banquet Pavilion, the Magical Weapon Pavilion, and the Talisman Pavilion on the island. You can eat the Immortal Banquet that only immortal masters can eat, and you can buy various magical artifacts and talismans made by immortal masters, but they use gold and spiritual stones.
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"In addition, private fights are not allowed on the island. If you have any grudges, you can go to the ring. Violators will be severely punished."
Wherever there are people, there is class.
In terms of food and accommodation alone, the island is divided into three levels.
If you don't have money, you have to sleep in a Datong shop for twelve people and eat free steamed buns and vegetable soup.
There is money and silver.
There is a restaurant to serve you, and coming here is almost like traveling.
What if you were a monk?
If you have gold and spiritual stones in your hands, you are a distinguished guest.
The spirit stone is a unique product in the true realm.
This is a stone made by compressing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through formation.
When practicing, holding it in your hand or placing it next to you can increase the concentration of spiritual energy around you and increase the speed of practice. It is a common currency in the practice world.
One spiritual stone is equivalent to one tael of gold or ten taels of silver.
Because it is easy to carry and can be used at any time, it is more popular than gold.
It can be regarded as the common currency in the spiritual world.
"Uncle, do you have a spiritual stone?"
This was the first time Hua Rou heard the term Lingshi, and she thought it was very powerful.
"have."
Zhang Heng had spirit stones, and the Qingyun Sect outer disciple he killed had hundreds of spirit stones left for him.
It's just that he can't use this thing.
As a true immortal, his daily spiritual energy throughput is an astronomical figure.
Several hundred spirit stones were of little use to him, and it was very troublesome to convert them. It was not as convenient as him directly using spiritual energy to convert immortal power from heaven and earth.
"The person in front said that there is Xianyan Pavilion here."
"Let's stay here first and see what Xianyan Pavilion is."
Zhang Heng took Hua Rou and found a place to stay first.
Finally, I went to Xianyan Pavilion to take a look.
The so-called immortal feast is just some medicinal food.
Because they are great medicines for replenishing qi and blood, ordinary people cannot take them in large quantities, but they are very beneficial to practitioners, so they are named Xianyan.
The place we live in is actually just average.
It's just that spirit gathering arrays and soundproof arrays have been installed in each room, making it look taller.
On the contrary, it is the Xianqi Pavilion and the Fulu Pavilion.
Zhang Heng was very interested. There were many low-level magical artifacts for sale here, and judging from their appearance, they were products of an assembly line. This kind of assembly line for making magical artifacts and talismans was no better than the alchemy room and magical artifact room in Maoshan.
You know, Maoshan moved from the Republic of China plane to Huangtu Realm.
In the Republic of China plane, it has developed into the age of steam and electricity, and assembly line operations have been perfected.
Affected by this, Uncle Zhaixing, an inventor, personally participated in the construction of the Maoshan Alchemy Room and the Magic Artifact Room.
Today's Maoshan Alchemy Room has a series of refining equipment and follows a path that combines science and practice.
But on this side of the true boundary.
The science skill tree doesn't even list gunpowder, let alone steam engines and electricity.
Obviously, here there are only the products of weapon refining that are constantly updated. In terms of weapon refining, I don’t know if it is ahead of Maoshan.
"Sir, you really know your stuff. This is an independent guardian array. It's called the Small Five Elements Guardian Array Flag. It absorbs the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to exert its effect. The guard area is three hundred meters. Once the array is revealed, it can form a Five Elements Guardian Array.
The aperture is enough to protect the entire house within it, and it cannot be broken below the foundation level."
Inside the Xianqi Pavilion.
The disciples of the Huangshi Sect who sold magical artifacts strongly recommended the Small Five Elements Guardian Array to Zhang Heng.
Unfortunately, Zhang Heng had no intention of buying it.
He is not a rich man from the country. There is no use in buying this thing. Is it possible that there are monks in the Qi Training Realm and Foundation Establishment Realm who will come to trouble him?
"Uncle, the things here are so expensive. Just a few hundred taels of gold can buy hundreds of acres of fertile land in the countryside."
If you don’t go out, you won’t know how vast the world is.
Hua Rou feels like a country bumpkin. Taking Liujiabao as an example, even if she sold the entire Liujiabao, she still couldn't afford the small Five Elements Guard Formation Flag.
"The things here are prepared for casual cultivators, gentry, and wealthy families. Ordinary people cannot use these."
Take Liujiabao as an example.
At most, they need to guard against bandits, horse thieves, or robbers.
There is no need to guard against practitioners. Instead of spending a thousand taels of gold to buy a small five-element guarding array, it is better for each family to have a spear, which is affordable and durable, and can scratch the back if it is itchy.
"Don't look at it, there's nothing good about it."
"When you go back, first memorize the Qing Jing Sutra I gave you, and then recite the Tao Te Ching."
"When it's almost time, I will lead you into practice. When the time comes, I will prepare these magical weapons for you to protect yourself and kill enemies."
It is different from the cultivation sects under Zhending Realm.
After the disciples of Maoshan become a master, they will be equipped with magic weapons by their masters.
For example, Zhang Heng.
When I became a disciple, I got three magical swords, namely the peach wood sword, the copper coin sword, and the iron and steel demon-slaying sword.
down.
You don't have to worry about corpse control bells, yin-yang mirrors, thunder fire flags, etc.
It's not like the real boundary here.
A sect is more like a school. The master leads you in and does nothing but practice.
If you want magic weapons and talismans, you need to buy them yourself.
Only a few of them would pass on two unused magic weapons from their master.
Of course, this is also related to the environment of true delimitation.
Disciples are recruited uniformly by the sect and then assigned.
There is no such thing as a disciple. Teaching disciples is more like a sect's task, unlike Zhang Heng and Qiu Sheng, who are said to be disciples but are actually no different from sons.
"Still watching?"
Seeing Hua Rou, she still reluctantly looked at the magic weapons on the shelf.
Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Okay, don't look at it. This is a storage bag. Take it and play with it. There are hundreds of spiritual stones and some miscellaneous magic weapons in it. I'll give them to you too."
Seeing that Hua Rou really likes her, she can't walk anymore.
Zhang Heng didn't care too much, and casually gave Hua Rou the storage bag of the moustachioed monk he killed and the magical weapons inside.
No matter what you say, the mustache monk is still a foundation-building monk.
Moreover, he came from Qingyun Sect, so he was still worth a lot. Although Zhang Heng didn't like the things inside, but in Huangshi Mansion, ordinary foundation-building monks might not necessarily have such worth.
After all, Qingyun Sect is a county-level sect.
The Huangshi Sect is only at the prefecture level, so after all, it is just a small follower of the Qingyun Sect.
"Thank you, uncle."
Holding the storage bag, Hua Rou was very happy.
Uncle is like a treasure, always surprising.
"Let's go for a walk."
"You are still young, you should walk more and see more."
"Unlike my uncle, when he gets old, he loses interest in many things."
Come out of Xianqi Pavilion.
Zhang Heng then sent Hua Rou away.
Hua Rou is not him. Zhang Heng lacks everything. It doesn’t matter if he is a bit Buddhist.
Hua Rou is different. When she first heard about the world of cultivation, it was time to take a closer look. She followed him all day long and was like a follower. What could she achieve?
"Who will wake up first from the big dream? I know it in my life..."
Zhang Heng returned to Xianyan Pavilion and fell asleep.
For him, a good spring is not as good as a dream.
The smell of green grass in dreams.
At present, the Huangshi Sect is holding the Immortal Ascension Dharma Conference, and casual cultivators from all over the country have gathered to set up stalls at the gathering and sell information.
Just take this opportunity to have a great dream, capture everyone's thoughts, and increase your knowledge of true samadhi.
"Um?"
Zhang Heng hides in the dream world, drifting between reality and illusion.
If you don't know, among the people who came to attend the ceremony, there were actually real immortals who transformed themselves into ordinary people and traveled around the world.
Just looking at the true immortal's appearance, it seems that his life is running out.
His whole body was filled with lifeless energy, relying solely on a breath of immortal energy to survive, and his death was imminent.
"Which family is this ancestor, and which family is the master?"
"You don't have much life left, and you are still wandering outside. Do you want to find the life-extending medicine, or are you worried that if you die in the sect, you will cause sorrow to the world and be discovered by the hostile sect?"
In Zhang Heng’s opinion.
The greatest misfortune in life is not being able to return to its roots.
This unknown true immortal is obviously the kind of patriarch like Xu Hongru, who has worried about his sect all his life.
Even if I die, I will die outside, giving the enemy sect the illusion that I am still here, hoping to protect the sect from worries for hundreds of years.
Respectable and sad.
Because Zhang Heng believed that there was absolutely no second true immortal in the sect where this true immortal belonged.
If so, he wouldn't have to work so hard at all.
For example, in some sects with two or even multiple true immortals in charge, the true immortals will entertain banquets from all directions before they die.
There is no need to hide the news of his death, because there is no true immortal, and there are other true immortals in the sect who can take over.
There is no need to be like the old man, living alone and dying outside without telling the sect.
"Little girl, what do you want to buy?"
From Zhang Heng’s perspective.
Hua Rou was strolling around the free trading market and soon came across this true immortal old man.
The old man of True Immortal has practiced the magic of hiding Qi, and the fluctuation of his exposed mana is not high. He looks like he is just a low-level casual cultivator.
The things he sells are also cheap.
However, some of them are still valuable, but they have been hidden under a spell, just like treasures waiting for others to discover them.
"Old monk, how much does this grass cost?"
Hua Rou has a good taste.
Among the piles of junk, I quickly picked out a piece of junk with a relatively high value.
That's a refreshing herb.
The effect is that after crushing it and putting it in the incense burner, it can refresh your mind and make it easier to meditate.
"Three spiritual stones."
Lao Zhenxian smiled very kindly.
Immediately, Hua Rou bought it without hesitation, but then she didn't leave. She stood there and hesitated for a moment, then asked with frustration, "Old man, can I give you a hug?"
"Um?"
Lao Zhenxian had a question mark on his face.
Hua Rou whispered: "You look a lot like my grandfather."
Lao Zhenxian was stunned for a moment.
Since his life was short, he began to travel around the world, hoping to find a life-extending elixir before his life expired.
Unfortunately, I searched for a long time and couldn't find it.
Right now, he only has less than three years to live.
Unexpectedly, before she passed away, she actually met a little girl who said she looked like her grandfather and wanted to hug her.
Old Zhenxian's eyes were a little moist.
He is a monk who ascended from the lower world.
When he was in the lower realm, he was extremely talented, high-spirited, and surrounded by countless beauties and confidantes, but unfortunately he left no heirs.
After arriving in the upper realm, I was extremely ambitious and felt that I was bound to achieve something great.
As a result, we found that the road to earthly immortality was far away and difficult to climb.
He has worked hard for thousands of years, and in the eyes of others he is a respected and invincible ancestor, but only he knows that he has achieved nothing in these years.
He neither promoted the sect nor cultivated a suitable successor.
Now my life is short and I am alone.
He didn't even dare to die in the sect's headquarters and be worshiped by his descendants. How can the word "miserable" be explained?
"Good boy."
Old Zhenxian stood up and hugged Hua Rou.
Hua Rou squinted her eyes, very happy.
Because from her perspective, advanced cultivation talents have been obtained.
"It's strange. This old man also has an immortal body. He should be an immortal as well."
"But how come he doesn't have a single golden talent, and only has an advanced cultivation talent at the most?"
"Could it be said that immortals may not be able to produce a golden talent?"
"That shouldn't be the case. My great-uncle has a lot of golden talents. I can't even copy some of them. It doesn't look like they are rare. Isn't the golden talent standard for immortals?"
Hua Rou was a little confused.
Zhang Heng also has a talent for cultivation, and he is at the level of a Heavenly Immortal. There is a high chance that he will not encounter any bottlenecks if he practices all the way to the Heavenly Immortal level.
As a result, the same immortals, but the old man is only a high-level one.
Can advanced cultivation talents lead to immortality?
What about the Patriarch’s immortal-level cultivation talent?
Will he become a heavenly being, or will he have a better chance of becoming a heavenly being?
Hua Rou couldn't understand.
I only know that if I want to surpass my ancestor, I am afraid that I have a long way to go.
"Little girl, you are destined to me."
"Everything here is given to you. It's a pity that my situation is not good, and the sect I am in is also in turmoil. Otherwise, I really want to lure you in."
The old immortal shook his head and sighed.
Without waiting for Hua Rou to reply, she turned into light and disappeared between heaven and earth in the blink of an eye.
Hua Rou stood there blankly, muttering to herself: "What did I do?"