Among the eight classics of good and evil, Ghost King Sect and Dan Ding Sect are the most complete.
Among them, Ghost King Sect is world-famous for its ghost cultivation, and its exploration of the Tao of Spirit Soul far exceeds that of other sects.
The art of reincarnation is the top secret book Ghost King Sect. Unless the sect is destroyed and the apocalypse comes, it is almost impossible for outsiders to see it.
This method puts Spirit Soul into pieces with a secret method, but it can ensure that the original self is not lost, and it can be forcibly integrated into the soul of the newborn baby, and it can be tampered with and transformed into a new soul by relying on the huge memory and soul power.
"This involves the way of reincarnation, and Spirit Soul is too mysterious. Even Nascent Soul Ancestor is difficult to achieve."
Zhou Yi closed his eyes and sensed carefully, Jianmu Tree had a vague connection with himself, and could even sense some consciousness, such as longing for Creation Jade Dew.
The source of contact is the soul contract. When the scalper tore apart Spirit Soul, he deliberately kept the soul contract intact and forced it into Jianmu Tree's newborn consciousness. Over time, it became integrated and unable to escape.
Ever since he sensed that Jianmu Tree had developed spiritual intelligence, Zhou Yi has been thinking about how to completely control Jianmu Tree.
Innate Spirit Root transformed into a human being, not only with a level of cultivation that reaches the sky, but also with heaven-shaking luck, which cannot be contaminated even if he is powerful and tyrannical.
Until he received the inheritance of the Mending Heaven Sect from Xiao Tiezhun, which included an ancient weapon refining method, and used the soul of the spirit beast to refine Mystic Item, becoming a slightly wise Pseudo-Mystic Artifact.
Zhou Yi spent hundreds of years to understand the secret technique of reincarnation and the method of weapon spirit, and finally was able to integrate them and use them.
Mana operates to form a series of mysterious restrictions, and is waved into Jianmu Tree. This is the method of identifying the owner of the spiritual weapon, and it can cultivate the consciousness of communicating with scalpers.
In this way, the scalper's probability of maintaining his identity is greatly increased, and he can have dual control over Jianmu Tree.
A few years later.
Zhou Yi finally finished refining the spiritual weapon, and found the contract scroll Daoist Canon among the thousands of scrolls, which recorded hundreds of ways to identify the master, involving essence, blood, Spirit Soul and even the legendary cause and effect.
The methods of identifying one's master were used one after another, Jianmu Tree's aura shone brightly, and there were inscriptions and restrictions all over from the rhizome to the trunk.
"No matter what the origin of Jianmu Tree is, Pindao spent hundreds of millions of his lifespan to give birth to it. Even if he accepts his master, no one can take it away, not even God!"
A hundred years passed in a flash.
Jianmu Tree is already six feet tall, with a trunk as thick as an adult's arm, standing in the center of the formation.
The ginseng doll carried the hoe and circled Jianmu Tree several times, with a puzzled look on its face. "Venerable Immortal, why doesn't Jianmu Tree branch?"
"I don't even know."
Zhou Yi used Jade Dew Art to irrigate, and said with a smile, "Maybe it's because he hasn't grown up yet? Anyway, you have a long life, just wait slowly."
The longevity limit of spiritual ginseng has never been recorded in the classics, but some people have found spiritual ginseng that has been used as medicine for thousands of years from ancient ruins.
Jianmu Tree sensed a familiar aura, and a black and yellow divine light dropped down, sweeping Creation Jade Dew away like a tongue.
Then a surging spiritual energy erupted, filling the underground space with a radius of a hundred feet, condensing into wisps of spiritual mist, rising to the sky, and then falling into drops of spiritual rain.
"Even without Creation Jade Dew, the spiritual energy emitted daily is enough to maintain cultivation."
"Every time the spiritual energy erupts, it can grow a little Mana after refining. Even if the amount is very small, it can break through the middle stage of the golden elixir after thousands of years!"
All the spiritual objects accumulated by Zhou Yi, except spirit medicine seeds and some rare spiritual minerals, were all invested in Jianmu Tree. Now it can be said that it is very poor.
Fortunately, Jianmu Tree lives up to expectations. As it continues to mature, the aura it exudes increases exponentially.
The height of the ginseng doll is fixed at one foot. It has not grown in hundreds of years. Its limbs are white and fat, and its facial features are as delicate as a porcelain doll. It stares at Jianmu Tree in a daze, and can't help but laugh out loud.
"No need to worry, I'm not in a hurry."
"Why don't you go to work quickly? Today we will cultivate two more acres Spirit Field!"
Zhou Yi kicked Spirit Ginseng Child away, returned to the retreat stone room, and randomly drew out the volume Daoist Canon Enlightenment.
"The method of refining the poison pill is to mix the poison of ten thousand years of corpses with the filthy air of the earth's lungs, and then package it into Qianyuan Spiritual Pill, which can poison True Lord... Tsk, tsk, this Dao of Alchemy genius is very suitable for the poor Daoist!"
This day.
Zhou Yi takes out the stick, shakes it gently, and uses Minor Heaven Severing Art.
Oracle Slip landed, everything is stable.
"Three hundred years have passed. There should be no such poor and unpredictable monks in this world... perhaps, not even a single monk will be left."
Zhou Yi walked out of the retreat stone room, put away the Daoist Canon bookshelf, and looked up to the front.
The land that stretches for more than a hundred feet has been reclaimed into Spirit Field, and the ginseng doll is eating and waving a hoe. Blood Vine Demon followed behind, shaking his head and tail, as if to cheer up.
Spirit Field is full of exotic flowers and plants, most of which have only grown seedlings of a few inches, while a few that have matured over thousands of years are already feet tall.
"It's time to go ashore!"
Zhou Yi came to the scalper's grave, took out a few ginseng roots as a memorial, and burned a few stacks of yellow paper.
Nowadays, among Storage Bag, the most accumulated items are yellow papers. After all, there are more and more tombs that need to be memorialized.
Then Zhou Yi pinched the Treasure Collection Technique with his hands, and the two-foot-tall Jianmu Tree was uprooted, quickly shrunk to an inch or so, and swallowed in his belly for nourishment.
Spirit Ginseng Child came over with a hoe and asked, "Venerable Immortal, why doesn't this Jianmu Tree branch?"
Zhou Yi stroked the green leaves and said coaxingly like a child.
"Be good, Jianmu Tree hasn't grown up yet, go and put spirit medicine away first!"
Red Province.
On the verge of the North Sea.
Zhou Yi stands in the sky, and what you can see from a distance is the boundless desert.
As far as the eye can see, there is no one around.
The strong wind swept past, and the long yellow sand was like waves, forming a strange and magnificent picture with the adjacent North Sea blue waves.
The sun was scorching hot, and a chill ran straight up my spine.
Zhou Yi followed the original sea map back. In just three hundred years, all the prosperous coastal cities at that time had turned into deserts.
"Those old immortals fought to the death, was it a blood sacrifice to Red Province?"
Riding the escaping light, he flew thousands of miles over the desert. All the ground changed was the shape of the dunes, until he saw a Barren City ruins.
The yellow sand buried most of the city, with only a few sections of city walls exposed, and scattered towers and castles, proving that this place once had a prosperous past.
Zhou Yi landed on the ancient city wall. Divine Sense swept in all directions and found many gold, silver and jade articles buried underground.
"There are corpses and belongings in every household. Apparently they died in an instant from an unstoppable natural disaster before they had time to escape!"
He waved his hand and took out a relatively complete corpse from the sand, and carefully examined the cause of death. It was very similar to Blood Sacrifice Method recorded in Daoist Canon. Unfortunately, as time passed, there was no trace of the spell.
He sighed and continued flying south.
A few days later.
Flying over thousands of miles of mountains, the ground turned from dark yellow to green, and finally we saw people.
Zhou Yi did not stop fleeing the light and continued to fly south until Yunzhou. Two days later, he saw a familiar city on the ground.
Qian Jing.
Chongrenfang.
Most bookstores in the capital are gathered here.
It's the year of the big exam, and scholars are coming and going on the street buying pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Zhou Yi Divine Sense scanned the entire capital and found no aura of monks. He transformed into a young scholar and entered the store.
"Shopkeeper, where are the books on national history?"
"Here."
The shopkeeper pointed to the corner on the right and said enthusiastically, "We have Mr. Yang Ming's Commentary on the Five Classics here. That is this year's examiner. It only costs twenty taels. Do you want to buy one volume, sir?"
Zhou Yi shook his head and walked directly to the national history bookshelf, Divine Sense scanned the books one by one.
"Since two hundred years ago, the country of Daqian has been declining day by day. Warlords in various places are fighting each other, and wars are everywhere..."
"After more than ten generations of emperors, some worked hard to govern, but some were incompetent. The territory is only one-tenth of what it was in its heyday. There are many wars in the border areas, and from time to time people occupy the state capital!"
Zhou Yi This is not surprising. Without the help of monks, it would be difficult for a mortal army to rule a continent.
Daqian's national destiny has been able to continue to this day entirely by relying on the ancestral capital. After all, the Li family has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people for thousands of years since the founding of the country.
"There is no record of White Cloud Temple in any books. Pindao remembers that this "Qian Ben Ji" was written three hundred years ago. The original book affirmed White Cloud Temple's achievements and praised several True Person as the pillars of the country!"
"Now, everything has been deleted..."
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, and his body turned into nothingness and disappeared.
When he reappeared, he had arrived at Qinghuafang, where White Cloud Temple was built covering an area of four to five acres, surrounded by the palaces of nobles and nobles of the imperial court.
Scripture Pavilion.
The old Daoist priest in charge of cleaning suddenly felt Spirit Soul heavy and fell asleep leaning against the bookshelf.
Zhou Yi's body shape appeared. Divine Sense scanned all the books and quickly found "Perfected Master Xuanren Biography". Looking through the contents, there was indeed a record about Cultivation World.
"In the 932nd year of the Great Qian Dynasty, Dao Lord Xuanxiao and Red Province fought for ten days and ten nights, exterminating all life on the continent..."
Counting on my fingers, it was about two hundred years ago, and most of what I wrote after that was Daoist and secular affairs.
Zhou Yi stayed at the Scripture Pavilion for a day and a night, read all the books in the collection, and left with an ugly face.
I was also looking for a temple. At that time, Daqian, who worshiped Daoism as the state religion, surprisingly built Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple covering an area of more than ten acres in Kyoto. There was an endless stream of believers coming in and out, and the incense was very prosperous!
Zhou Yi read the Buddhist scriptures in the temple, and his face became increasingly gloomy.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao suppressed Nine Provinces and Four Seas for three hundred years, and it was not until there were no more monks in the world that he became a monk. This is a great achievement for the human race!"
"Now the reputation is completely rotten. Poor Daoists such as enemies of Buddha and great demons have already predicted it. Those bald donkeys poured dirty water on Daoist Fellow Xiao before he was alive. Now even Daoists call him Outer Dao!"
"I can't save Daoist fellow Daoist Xiao's life, but I can't watch his name be slandered!"
The last chapter of this volume was written very slowly, and there is another chapter in the middle of the night.
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