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The world of Zhuxian.
There are no gods in this world, but since ancient times, human beings have witnessed all kinds of strange things in the world around them, including lightning and thunder, violent storms, and natural and man-made disasters, with countless casualties and sorrows everywhere, which are beyond the power of human power to withstand.
So I thought that there are all kinds of gods above the Nine Heavens, and that under the Nine Netherworlds is also the place where the ghosts return, the Hall of Yama.
So the gods said, spread in the world.
Countless human beings worship sincerely, worshiping various gods created by their own imagination, praying for blessings and complaining, and the incense is flourishing.
Since ancient times, all mortals have to die.
But everyone in the world hates death and loves life, and the theory of Yama in the underworld adds a bit of suffering and fear.
Under this, there is the theory of immortality.
For thousands of years, although there has never been a real immortal passed down to the world, it has also made cultivation popular in the world.
Nowadays, the righteous path is prosperous, evil spirits have retreated, the Central Plains has beautiful mountains and rivers, is popular and rich in products, and is firmly occupied by the righteous families.
Among them, the three sects of Qingyun Sect, Tianyin Temple, and Fenxiang Valley are the leaders of the righteous path in the world.
However, it is said that Qingyun Sect has been passed down for more than two thousand years since the present dynasty.
Qingyunzi, the founder of the Self-initiated sect, discovered the unknown ancient scroll in Qingyun Mountain, entered the world of spiritual practice, and founded the Qingyun Sect Taoism.
After several ebbs and flows, ups and downs of joy and sorrow, today's Qingyun Sect has hidden signs of being the leader of the righteous path.
Qingyunmen is divided into seven branches, with Tongtian Peak as the main branch station, and the remaining six branches surround it and protect the main peak in the middle, forming a mysterious formation to prevent the invasion of foreign enemies.
Qingyun Mountain stretches for nearly a thousand miles, with towering peaks and undulating peaks. The highest one has seven peaks, towering into the clouds.
I saw white clouds surrounding the mountainside, dense forests, waterfalls, strange rocks, rare birds and animals, and a dangerous and steep scenery that is famous all over the world.
Lin Jingyu left Longshou Peak and secretly came to the ancestor's ancestral hall at the back of Tongtian Peak.
Here, he saw a middle-aged Taoist man wearing gray clothes, holding a broom and slowly sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard.
From his face, you can vaguely see his handsome eyebrows and starry eyes, his handsome and extraordinary demeanor.
"Disciple Longshou Feng Lin Jingyu pays homage to Master Wan!"
Looking at the middle-aged Taoist in gray, Lin Jingyu knelt down with a plop.
The middle-aged Taoist in gray clothes who was sweeping the floor paused slightly when he heard the sound.
Then he continued sweeping the floor, silently.
"Master Wan, my disciple Lin Jingyu pays my respects!"
Lin Jingyu straightened up, leaned down again and bowed to the end.
"Uncle, you know that my master complained about my uncle's fake death and almost fell into the devil's path. I even asked my uncle to show up and recognize my master!"
Seeing that Wan Jianyi was indifferent, Lin Jingyu gritted his teeth and revealed the shocking secret.
"Are you a disciple of Cangsong? Get up quickly!"
Now, Wan Jianyi could no longer hide his identity, stopped sweeping the floor, and sighed.
"Replying to my uncle, I am my disciple."
Lin Jingyu stood up and said happily.
"It's great that Cangsong has a disciple with such excellent qualifications as you."
Wan Jianyi looked Lin Jingyu up and down and saw that his aura was calm and he had already entered the realm of supreme purity, so he couldn't help but look at him sideways.
Judging from the fact that his bone age is only a few dozen years old, it is really incredible that he can achieve such a level of cultivation.
"The disciple is frightened, and he should not be praised by his uncle."
Lin Jingyu bowed his hands and said modestly.
His family knew his own affairs, and if he had not joined the chat group, he would have had to work hard for decades if he wanted to enter the Shangqing realm.
He couldn't bear such high praise for his excellent qualifications.
"Don't talk about this. You just said that Cangsong almost fell into the devil's path. What happened?"
Wan Jianyi waved his hand and asked about business.
"Back then, the previous head of Tianchengzi used the Zhuxian Sword, which caused the evil spirit to enter his body. The uncle had no choice but to kill him, and he was punished to death by the sect rules for this!"
When Lin Jingyu heard this, he pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Although Master Daoxuan secretly rescued you, Master didn't know about it. He admires you very much, so he hates Master Daoxuan!"
"Three years ago, Pu Zhi from Tianyin Temple came to our sect. He wanted to unite Buddhism and Taoism and pursue the secret of immortality, but was rejected by the sect leader. Master learned that Pu Zhi was pregnant with something left by a black-hearted old man eight hundred years ago.
The most dangerous thing is the blood-devouring bead, so I want to snatch this thing to increase my strength, and then find the head of Daoxuan to avenge my uncle."
"It was precisely because of their fight in Caomiao Village at the foot of the mountain that Pu Zhi was bewitched by the blood-devouring beads and slaughtered 241 people in Caomiao Village. Only three disciples, junior brother Zhang Xiaofan and Uncle Wang were left behind."
"My disciple begs my uncle to show up to get rid of my master's inner demons and bring him back to the right path!"
For Lin Jingyu, Cangsong was both a teacher and a father, teaching him the principles of spiritual practice and life, so naturally he couldn't bear to see him continue to degenerate.
Therefore, after much thought, he decided to take a risk and go directly to the ancestor's ancestral hall to find Wan Jianyi.
"Cangsong. How can he be so paranoid? It's in line with his temperament."
"However, you, a junior, actually know so many secret things. It seems that you, a little devil, are not simple at all."
Upon hearing this, Wan Jian frowned for a while and then relaxed, looking at Lin Jingyu with curiosity.
Not many people know about the past events of that year. No one knows about it except the top seven leaders of Qingyun.
Even the news that he was still alive was only known to Daoxuan.
This Lin Jingyu is just a young boy with bunched hair, but he actually knows so many secret things, which is really surprising.
"Hey, this disciple has another adventure."
After Lin Jingyu said something, he laughed.
"Forget it, I won't inquire about your secrets. As long as you don't betray our Qingyun Sect, that's enough!"
"As for what you said about showing up, it's not right or wrong! I have promised Master Daoxuan not to see any old friends again."
Wan Jian didn't dig into it when he saw it. After all, who didn't have a little secret yet?
But Cangsong's matter needs to be resolved as soon as possible to prevent him from making another big mistake.
"Let's do this. You bring your master to the ancestor's ancestral hall. I will meet with him and enlighten him."
After thinking about it, he had an idea and said to Lin Jingyu.
"What my uncle said is true. Disciple obeys the order and will return to the mountain to report to the master."
When Lin Jingyu heard this, his eyes lit up and he quickly replied.
"Well, go ahead."
Wan Jianyi waved his hand and turned back to sweep the floor.
Lin Jingyu bowed respectfully again, then turned and left the ancestral hall.
The new legendary world of White Snake.
Hangzhou County.
This place has a developed economy, prosperous culture, beautiful scenery, and outstanding people, and is known as a paradise on earth.
Literati from past dynasties have written numerous poems and poems about Hangzhou, too numerous to mention.
It is good when the water is shining and the sky is clear, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to wear heavy makeup and light makeup.
Li family.
In the study room in the backyard, Xu Hanwen held a copy of "The Analects" and read hard.
But looking at the pained expression on his face, one can imagine that reading is not a beautiful thing.
"Hey, I can't continue reading this book."
After a while, Xu Hanwen threw away the book and stared blankly at the roof.
I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have the talent for reading, or I’m attracted by the excitement in the chat group.
Xu Hanwen found that he often read an article ten or twenty times but still couldn't memorize it.
My mind always wanders off unconsciously, thinking about the magical powers of immortals and other beautiful things.
Even in the dead of night, he would still think about how beautiful the thousand-year-old white snake mentioned in the mark of destiny was.
"That's not right, I can be like that little Zhuanfeng, I take out a loan first and pay it back later!"
At this time, an idea suddenly appeared in Xu Hanwen's mind, growing like a weed.
Not to mention, there are lending services among the private sector, so there shouldn’t be too many such as nine out and thirteen returns.
Someone in that group alone set a precedent and borrowed money from the group leader, Changsheng Zhenren, and then slowly repaid the loan.
Xu Hanwen: "@长生真人,Student Hanwen, I would like to ask Zhenren, can students borrow money from Zhenren first and then repay it slowly in the future?"
Thinking of this, Xu Hanwen couldn't sit still, so he immediately opened the chat group, called Master Changsheng, and asked cautiously.
The world of urban immortality.
After having lunch at Aunt Tang's house, Chen Fan left the Longjing Garden Villas and walked slowly along the lakeside.
As he walked, he sensed the changes in the aura between heaven and earth, and couldn't help but frown.
In the world, the aura of every place is not static. The aura is like water, flowing wherever it is low.
Therefore, there are places where spiritual energy gathers, like an abyss under the sea. This is the blessed land of cave heaven, where the spiritual land is.
The spiritual energy in some places is shallow, like streams and rivers, which is not conducive to cultivation.
But in general, the aura environment of the entire earth is extremely barren and unsightly.
Chen Fan walked along the Yangui Lake for several kilometers and stopped after finding an older willow tree.
He sat cross-legged under the tree, facing the slightly misty Yangui Lake.
"Although the spiritual energy here is very thin, it can be regarded as the place with the densest spiritual energy within a hundred miles!"
"If you want to find a more intense place, you probably have to go deep into the Yunwu Mountain."
He looked around and found that this was a secluded willow forest. Although it was hot in summer, there was a cool breeze.
Yangui Lake is the largest lake in Chuzhou, and it is close to the urban area. Many residential areas, commercial streets, and hotels are built around Yangui Lake.
Therefore, although Chuzhou is located in the north of Jiangnan Province, it has a somewhat southern charm.
"The ways of cultivation in the two worlds have different realms, but they all lead to the same goal by different paths, and in the end they all lead directly to the path of immortality."
Sitting cross-legged under the willow tree, Chen Fan faced the vast expanse of the lake and felt the gentle breeze. Even though it was a hot summer day, he felt completely refreshed.
He began to think about cultivation. In this universe, immortal cultivators are divided into eight realms: refining qi, innate, golden elixir, Yuanying, transforming into gods, returning to the void, joining the Tao, and transcending tribulations.
In the chat group, under the fairyland, there are first-level innate, second-level master, third-level grand master, fourth-level golden elixir, fifth-level soul, sixth-level Dharma, seventh-level heavenly being, eighth-level saint, and ninth-level
The nine great realms of land gods.
Previously, while on the long-distance bus, Chen Fan had tried to exchange three drops of Hundred Flowers Honeydew from the leader of the group, Immortal Immortal Master, with the Three Immortal Cultivation Techniques.
After getting off the car, he found a remote place, took some honeydew, and stepped into the realm of the fourth-level golden elixir.
With such strength, let alone small firearms, he can handle even the legendary Gatling without fear.
As for missiles and the like, as long as they are not hit, their lives are not in danger.
Now, on this earth, he finally has some ability to protect himself.
"No, if someone is crazy enough to use a nuclear bomb against me, wouldn't I be doomed?"
"My strength is still not good enough. I have to at least step into the seventh-level Heavenly Realm to not be afraid of nuclear explosions!"
After carefully understanding the contrast between the realms of the two worlds and recalling the hot weapons in this world, Chen Fan couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis in his heart.
"Then, do the hundreds of thousands of Immortal Cultivation Methods in my hand contain the purple light that real people need?"
Chen Fan has been in the practice world for five hundred years and has collected a vast collection of various secret techniques and magical techniques, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
In this way, every immortal cultivation method can be exchanged for ten rays of purple light, which adds up to millions, and can be exchanged for hundreds of thousands of drops of hundred-flower nectar.
If this is really the case, then even if he wants to become an immortal instantly, let alone the seventh-level Heavenly Realm, it is definitely not a problem.
"No, according to what Master Changsheng said, the so-called Hongmeng Purple Qi was divided into a total of 129,600 fragments, scattered throughout the heavens and the world."
"The universe in which I live has at most a few hundred rays of purple light, maybe even less."
"In this way, I have to collect the scattered purple light everywhere and strive to become an immortal as soon as possible!"
Thinking of this, Chen Fan no longer hesitated and stuffed all the 125,630 volumes of the Immortal Cultivation Method he knew into a red envelope and sent it to Master Changsheng.
Chen Beixuan: "@长生真人, I have collected some immortal cultivation methods, with a total of more than 120,000 volumes. Please accept them."
[Ding! ‘Chen Beixuan’ sent an exclusive red envelope to the group leader ‘Changsheng Zhenren’! 】
A Chinese Ghost Story.
Jinhua County, Ningfu.
The Ning family is a large local family, and members of the Ning family have repeatedly passed the Jinshi examination and served as local officials in the past dynasties.
The saying "poems and books can be passed down from generation to generation, farming and reading can be passed down from generation to generation" refers to this kind of family.
However, in Ning Caichen's generation, his family was in decline, his people were withering, and his family was not prosperous. He was the only one left.
Nowadays, the only thing that the old lady of the Ning Mansion hopes for is that this single seedling can pass the exam and shine on the family tree; she can marry and have children and spread the branches of the Ning family.
In that case, even if she dies, she still has the shame to go to meet her ancestors under the Nine Springs.
But he said that Ning Caichen was sitting in his study studying, reading "The Great Learning", one of the four books.
"Why"
Similar to Xu Hanwen's situation, Ning Caichen also had no intention of doing his homework, and his mind had already gone to nowhere.
"Could it be that I, Ning Caichen, am destined not to be a scholar, but to be in such a miserable state that I can only work as a bookkeeper for others?"
"If this is true, how can I have the face to face my mother, and how can I have the face to meet the ancestors of the Ning family in the future?"
Putting down the book in his hand, Ning Caichen couldn't help but feel upset and had random thoughts in his mind.
He opened the chat group and his eyes lit up when he saw Xu Hanwen's words.
"Yes, I can learn from that guy Xu Hanwen and borrow money from the group leader!"
Thinking of this, Ning Caichen swept away his depression and became energetic.
Ning Caichen: "@长生真人, students also want to borrow money, please allow me from the real person!"