"Go celebrate first, no retreat is complete without celebration!"
Zhou Yi escaped from the light and fell into Moyun City. In a flash, he transformed into a handsome young man who inquired about everyone he met.
"Where can I listen to Pleasure Quarter music?"
The pedestrian pointed to the southeast. "Joyful Union Courtyard!"
"This name seems to have a lot of origins!"
Zhou Yi Pleasure Quarter Pleasure Quarter I have visited over the past thousand years, and there are not even a hundred but eighty. Names such as Chunfeng, Xiaoxiang, Yihong, Full Moon, etc. are all names that readers are asked to extract from the Four Books and Five Classics.
After all, those who listen to Pleasure Quarter are either literati or pretending to be literati. Ordinary people would not be willing to part with a few taels of silver to drink tea.
This is indeed the first time I heard a name as straightforward as Joyful Union Courtyard.
"Be sure to go and see it for a long time."
The light fell in the north of the city. Zhou Yi was not in a hurry and walked slowly over with his hands in his hands.
Time flies and things change.
The scenery of Moyun City is very different from that of the past. Because Ten Thousand Mountains produces a large amount of wild ginseng and other precious medicines, it has attracted wealthy businessmen from various countries in Yunzhou, speaking loudly with different accents.
The pedestrians on the street are no longer clothed in linen and animal skins, and there are no longer monsters with bull-headed, tiger-headed and wolf-headed monsters. Instead, there are more clothes of various colors and textures.
There was a lot of people and it was so lively.
Zhou Yi stopped and walked, checking into stores from time to time, or strolling around in front of the stalls.
Listening to the gossips of the people, I learned that the city lord's palace relied on collecting transaction taxes from wealthy merchants to maintain the operation of Moyun City. As long as the Ten Thousand Mountains treasure medicine was not exhausted, this tax was many times higher than the agricultural tax.
After all, Moyun City is located in mountains and valleys. Even if it continues to be cultivated for hundreds of years, there will only be some plain fields around the city, which will not be enough to supply the city with food.
There is another reason. The people in the city all practice Qi and Blood martial arts, so the agricultural tax cannot be collected at all!
"So rich and happy, it seems like a paradise in the world."
Zhou Yi As we walked towards the center of the city, we found that the shops on the left and right were slowly turning into wine shops, with a rich and long-lasting aroma of wine.
Looking ahead, the whole street is filled with shops selling wine and alcohol.
The benches outside the wine shop were filled with drinkers dressed in various colors. There were young men in brocade clothes, and some with short legs. They were more stable and elegant, sitting upright, with their legs crossed casually and comfortably.
The sound of guessing games and drinking orders came one after another, and from time to time there were cheers. Someone must have drank the whole jar in one breath!
Zhou Yi does not distinguish between high and low people. However, after living for a long time, it is inevitable to be affected by the rules of this world. Seeing such a scene, he immediately became interested.
He found an empty seat and sat down, called the waiter to serve wine, tipped a silver bean and asked.
"Man, are we all drinking like this?"
"Sir, you must be new to Moyun City, and you don't know the customs here."
The waiter skillfully put away the silver beans and explained with a smile, "We believe that there is no big or small in wine. In other realms, there is hierarchy. As long as you are on the wine table, it is the same. This custom has been passed down for hundreds of years. Even if the great elder comes, he can't put on airs."
Zhou Yi heard this interestingly and asked, "What is the origin of this custom?"
"Of course there is. Legend has it that five hundred years ago the mountains were full of man-eating monsters. Golden God felt pity and established Moyun City to protect the people."
The waiter explained more to others and said concisely, "Because Golden God likes fine wine and often becomes a mortal to taste it, the city lord's palace has ordered that the wine shop cannot treat anyone differently, so as not to neglect the gods."
"This rule has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it has become a custom here, just like the Yunzhou people setting off firecrackers during the New Year."
"Fun and fun!"
Zhou Yi nodded with a smile, opened the wine jar and took a sniff. The taste was purer than it was hundreds of years ago.
Gudong Gudong drank a jar of wine cleanly, bought two more jars, and earned Storage Bag. After that, he stopped for a while at each wine shop, tasted the taste, and bought two jars.
Until the center of the city.
From a distance, I saw a bronze statue of three to four feet high, in a half-sitting posture. What was sitting was not a chair or a lotus platform, but a strong ox. Its two horns were coated with gold powder and shone brightly in the sunlight.
Black Tiger is lying at his feet, Prime Minister Turtle is waiting beside him, and Golden Eagle is standing on his shoulders, with his wings spread out behind his back, ready to fly.
In front of the statue, there are two rows of pillars engraved with mysterious textures. If you look closely, you will find words in random order. They are chanted according to some mysterious rules. The tone is high and long, like murmuring or chanting.
at this time.
Under the guidance of the priest, a man and a woman were bowing three times and nine times to the statue of the god. After the ceremony was completed, they offered incense.
The priest announced that the man and woman were married under the witness of Golden God, and they must be together forever in the future.
People from both tribes who were watching the ceremony nearby cheered loudly and sent blessings to the bride and groom. Among them, it seemed that the mother of the groom offered incense and asked the priest to tell Golden God to bless the bride to give birth to healthy children.
"Golden God wishes to protect the world, but we cannot be greedy and excessive!"
The priest asked, "I wonder whether I should choose to be as strong as an ox, as fierce as a tiger, as free as an eagle, or as long-lived as a tortoise?"
The mother is a devout believer of Golden God. She bowed to the sacrifice and said, "Golden God, my dear, I don't ask for my grandson to be well-educated. I just want peace and longevity like a tortoise."
The priest nodded slightly and began to recite a long and high-spirited incantation, finally indicating that Golden God had received the prayer.
"Well, Pindao did receive it."
Zhou Yi was listening not far away, and with a little finger, the spiritual light fell into the couple's body, and all the hidden diseases and hidden injuries disappeared and the body became strong.
After the bride and groom left, the priest received several more believers to pray. Most of them prayed for Golden God's blessing and safety, while some prayed for finding treasures in the mountains, and even directly prayed for wealth.
In the eyes of Moyun City people, Golden God is a god who rules over everything, and they come to ask for anything.
Zhou Yi After waiting in line for less than half an hour, it was finally his turn to step forward and place the prepared incense in the cauldron in front of the statue.
The priest observed Zhou Yi's clothing and said, "Are you a foreigner?"
Zhou Yi bowed to the statue, raised his hands and said, "Pindao comes from Qingdao and travels all over the world. He heard the legend of Golden God for the first time, and he came to worship him out of admiration."
"Admiration..."
The priest's eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "So it seems that fellow Daoist has a long inheritance and knows what happened hundreds of years ago?"
Zhou Yi nodded and said, "I have heard a little bit that Demon Race can protect the human race, which is really rare!"
"Don't say this to others. If you get beaten, you will be kicked out of the city."
The priest said, "Golden God is no longer Demon Race, but the totem of Moyun City, just like the immortal gods enshrined by Daoism and the Bodhisattva worshiped by Buddhism."
Zhou Yi asked again, "May I ask why gold is the name of God?"
The priest said, "Jin is the surname of God, and his name is Yi, which is the origin of everything Moyun City."
"Thanks for the advice!"
Zhou Yi didn't ask too much. There were many people behind, waiting in line to worship.
Leave the center of the city.
Looking back at the majestic bronze statue, the traces left by wind, frost, rain and snow appear to be more ancient and vicissitudes of life, Zhou Yi can't help but sigh.
"A poor Daoist can actually become a totem, receiving prayers and worship from all people!"
"It's time to celebrate!"
Until Joyful Union Courtyard.
Zhou Yi arrived at the boundary and observed for a moment to make sure that he had been there before.
After the war between good and evil began, many monks came to Moyun City to take refuge. Among them was True Person named Lu Lin, who taught the method of dual cultivation to fox demons and snake demons, and made a lot of money to Spirit Stones for mutual benefit.
Hundreds of years have passed, Perfected Lu has long since died, but its inheritance has not been cut off.
Moyun City has changed its original appearance after several expansions. Zhou Yi was not noticed at first, but now I see some familiar traces, so I still don't know the origin of Joyful Union Courtyard.
"After living a long life, there are old friends everywhere!"
Seeing Zhou Yi hesitating at the entrance of the alley, the old bustard thought it was the young master who was thin-skinned, so he came over twisting his waist.
"Sir, please come inside!"
The old bustard held Zhou Yi's arm familiarly, with a broad mind and a soft voice. "Young master, come to Moyun City first, right? We are not ordinary girls here. They are all proficient in the method of dual cultivation. Not only are they not weak, but they can also strengthen their bodies."
Zhou Yi said, "But it's the Daoist secret technique?"
"Young master is not an ordinary person, he has seen a lot."
The old bustard said proudly, "We have a tradition of five to six hundred years, and it is both Pleasure Quarter and martial arts sect Joyful Union Sect. As long as the young master has enough money and stays for a year or two, his internal strength will be greatly improved."
"Then stay for two years."
Zhou Yi I just feel that the world is amazing. The dual cultivation method passed down by Lu Laodao back then has actually evolved into a martial arts sect.
There are many things in this world that Zhou Yi cannot see, some will take care of them and some will not, but there is only one enemy.
Dragon King.
"I'm so short-sighted!"
Zhou Yi chose the mountain to the north of Azure Wave Lake for retreat. It originally had no name, but now it is Kunlun Mountain.
After the ancestral line was severed, the Dragon King made a blood sacrifice to his subordinate Demon Race in an attempt to avoid the catastrophe of the end of the law.
The inheritance of the human race relies on books, and Demon Race is a return to the ancestors through blood. As long as the bloodline traces back far enough, the inheritance of the ancient Demon God will automatically emerge.
The Dragon King and other four demon emperors have pure and ancient blood, and they know a lot about ancient things. After the drastic changes in the world, they immediately ordered the demons to collect resources, and after gathering Azure Wave Lake, they killed them all and made a blood sacrifice to themselves.
Zhou Yi chose Ten Thousand Mountains to cultivate this time because he had the intention of digging the grave and digging the old dragon out of his self-confidence.
I learned from Xiao Tiezhun that after proclaiming himself, he banned all external and internal reactions, and even his thoughts and consciousness did not exist, just like a cold and hard stone. Therefore, the spell cannot be interrupted by itself, and it can only end when the energy is exhausted. Even the caster does not know how many years later.
Xiao Tiezhun once used secret methods to search for self-proclaimed old monsters, but unfortunately all of them disappeared, hiding in no corner and eking out an existence.
Zhou Yi arranged the forbidden formation according to the appearance of White Cloud Peak, opened his mouth and spit out Jianmu Tree, which landed in the center, exuding rich spiritual energy and began to nourish the land and turned into Spirit Field.
"I'm so suffocated."
Spirit Ginseng Child jumped out of Beast Taming Pouch, looked at the rugged mountains, and said with a sigh, "We have to continue to cultivate wasteland again!"
"Go and plant spirit medicine. Do you still want to become an immortal?"
Zhou Yi built the Daoist temple and pavilion, told Spirit Ginseng Child to work hard, and turned into escaping light and flew towards Azure Wave Lake.
The old dragon has lived for thousands of years, and with his thoughts on the city, he probably won't bury himself in Azure Wave Lake. However, in order to prevent this guy from playing in the dark, Zhou Yi plans to explore the old site of the Dragon Palace.
Even if no trace of the old dragon is found, it is possible to find a few things related to the old Chancellor Long, and then deduce them step by step through divination.
Escape into the water.
Zhou Yi has been to the Dragon Palace before, and soon saw the ruins of the Dragon Palace following the direction.
After hundreds of years of water erosion, only a few pillars of the glorious palace remain, the collapsed houses are covered with water plants, and fish and shrimps crawl through the gaps.
Wander underwater and look at the remaining walls, stone pillars, palaces, etc.
The scene of the banquet at the Dragon Palace is still before my eyes. In a blink of an eye, times have changed drastically, and only a few ruins of the famous Dragon Palace are left.
"No matter how tyrannical Ren was during his lifetime, he will never live forever. In the end, he will be just a handful of loess!"
Zhou Yi witnessed the Dragon Palace becoming a ruin with his own eyes. He was deeply touched by this and constantly reflected on how careful he must be.
Divine Sense covers a radius of more than ten miles. I went back and forth to the Dragon Palace several times, but did not find any strange objects. A lot of gold and jade jewelry were unearthed from the ruins, but they were only palace decorations and could not be used to predict the Dragon King.
The method of divination is affected by strength. Zhou Yi uses the golden elixir to find Nascent Soul, which is only possible if it is a personal item.
"Pindao has plenty of time. In a hundred or a thousand years, he will eventually be able to find where the old dragon buried himself!"
Closed since then.
Chant sutras every day and gain enlightenment.
After more than ten years of hustle and bustle, Zhou Yi has returned to quietness.
The path of spiritual practice must be relaxed and relaxed, and you must grasp the tightness and tightness by yourself to avoid boredom or laziness.
Zhou Yi sometimes envies Spirit Ginseng Child, who has a simple nature and has never had the concept of sorrow. It can be said that he has the highest purity of mind in Daoism.
Spirit Ginseng Child was spinning around Jianmu Tree, muttering something, and a red tail following behind him.
Jianmu Tree has been ripened to three feet, and Spirit Ginseng Child can't see the top even if you raise your head. Unfortunately, it comes out straight without any signs of sprouting and branching.
"The spiritual energy is a bit richer than before. Judging from this, it won't take a thousand years to break through to the middle stage."
Several years passed in the blink of an eye.
This day.
The weather is clear and clear.
After Zhou Yi finished practicing, he felt a little depressed, so he did not comprehend Daoist Canon, and turned into an escaping light and flew to Azure Wave Lake.
Take out the fishing rod from Storage Bag and slowly start fishing.
The sky in the mountains is erratic, and the clouds suddenly close in an instant, a gust of wind blows, and drizzle falls.
Zhou Yi Sitting by the lake, watching the vast mist.
Wind and water are wonderful images!
At this time.
"Pull up the sails... hang up the colors... have a good wind and a smooth sailing..."
A burst of rough singing came, and a figure was seen in the wind and rain, holding the boat from far to near.
The voice penetrated the cracked gold and stone, and the breath was long and powerful.
Zhou Yi helplessly looked at the scared fish, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the figure on the boat. He turned out to be a white-haired old man. He was only wearing shorts in the wind and rain, and his limbs were as strong as bronze.
The old man approached the lake, and when he hit the water with his pole, he rose into the air and landed firmly next to Zhou Yi.
"Old man Jin Jing, I have met fellow Daoist."
Zhou Yi is wearing a blue Daoist robe. The style was from hundreds of years ago. In the eyes of others, it looks full of antiquity. No matter how wet it is despite being blown by the wind and rain, he must be a Daoist master with great internal skills.
"I'm a poor Daoist Zhu Gang. I'd like to stay in your place temporarily. I hope Elder Jin will give me permission."
Zhou Yi has long heard of the name Jin Jing. The contemporary Moyun City great elder, Qing Kingdom canonized King Who Pacifies the South.
The surname Jin is the most common surname in Moyun City. He has been in power for generations. He never thought that the dignified elder was actually dressed as a poor fisherman.
"This Ten Thousand Mountains does not belong to anyone. There is no need for the Daoist priest to tell the old man."
Jin Jing squatted on the shore, looked at the straight fishhook in the lake, with a grain of rice on the tip, and said with a smile, "We have been fishing all our lives and have never seen a straight hook. Could the Daoist Master be imitating some sage?"
"Pindao is forming a good relationship and waiting for the fish to repay the favor."
When Zhou Yi was talking, the fish that Jin Jing had just scared away couldn't help but come back with the temptation of Lingmi.
He opened his mouth and swallowed the spiritual rice into his belly. His tail swung and he disappeared from sight.
Zhou Yi flicked his finger and threaded the spiritual rice grains on the hook. In a moment, a fish swam over, swallowed the bait and disappeared.
Jin Jing looked interesting, so he squatted by the lake to watch the fishing, and asked casually, "Why did the Daoist come to practice in this barren mountain?"
Zhou Yi said, "I am a poor man who loves antiquities. After reading through the classics, I learned that there used to be a dragon palace here, so I came to look for traces of the real dragon."
Jin Jing raised his eyebrows and hummed. "There are no real dragons, but there are many demons and ghosts."
Moyun City The human race is oppressed by Demon Race. There are many records in ancient books, and they have no good impression of the Azure Wave Lake dragon race.
Zhou Yi asked, "Why did Elder Jin come to fish in this barren mountain?"
"What's so strange about this? This is what the old man has been learning since he was a child."
Jin Jing said helplessly, "Since my cousin came to the throne, Moyun City has become increasingly prosperous. Everyone learns silk fabrics, chess, tea, and the Four Books and Five Classics. The old man only likes farming and hunting, and there is no reason to stop him, so he simply hides in the mountains."
Zhou Yi asked, "Elder Jin thinks this is a bad thing?"
"It's neither good nor bad. You can't force everyone to suffer."
Jin Jing sighed, "It's just that Moyun City can be independent in the world only because all the people practice martial arts. Once they fall into glory and wealth, how can they have the time to sharpen their energy and blood!"
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, no wonder this old man can condense Qi and blood, which is just one of his talents. Jin Jing's nature does not like the secular world, which coincides with the practice of mysteries, which is also an important reason.
"Qing Kingdom is powerful in Yunzhou. With Emperor Taishi's relationship, no one dares to provoke Moyun City."
"The old man has never read a book and doesn't understand the twists and turns. I have heard that Mr. Shu talks about history, and I just feel that it is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others."
Jin Jing said helplessly, "Besides, my cousin has been a little... not sober in recent years!"
Zhou Yi nodded and added spiritual rice to the fishhook.
"Yeah, not sober."