How does it feel to watch a celebration in your honor?
Zhou Yi just thinks it's very mysterious.
He was an expert from the Daoist sect invited by the city lord. He was naturally sitting at the VIP table, watching his statue being worshiped by all the people.
In the city square, in front of the golden statue.
The great elder Jin Jing wore an animal skin robe, offered incense with a solemn expression, sacrificed five animals, knelt down to pray, and recited sacrificial inscriptions...
Kneeling behind them were thousands of Moyun City people, dressed in linen and leather clothes, with feathers on their heads, like uncivilized savages in the mountains.
After Jin Jing recited the sacrificial inscription, Dantian's energy and blood circulated, and the long and long voice could be heard for miles.
"Golden God bless you!"
"Golden God bless——"
"Golden God bless——"
The sound was like thunder soaring into the sky, and they kowtowed three times and bowed nine times in unison.
The sound of animal skin drums came from all directions, no rhythm required, just beating hard, deafening. The drumsticks were polished from some kind of animal bone. Due to the long years of use, they were polished as smooth as jade.
Zhou Yi Divine Sense scanned it and recognized that the drum heads and drumsticks were made of thunder monsters. Even though the spiritual energy had dissipated, there was still some power left.
The worshipers in the square scattered around, and a dozen figures wearing tiger, leopard and jackal hoods fell down, waving their weapons and howling wildly.
The drum beat became more and more intense, and suddenly a shrill trumpet sound sounded.
Jin Jing had already changed his clothes, with golden wings tied behind his back. He suddenly flashed down from the sky, waved his hands and knocked away the man dressed as a monster.
There were dozens of monster figures, tightly surrounding Jin Jing in the center. Seeing the critical situation, scalpers, Prime Minister Turtle, Golden Eagle, and Black Tiger flew in from all directions and joined forces with Golden God to defeat the monsters.
The overall plot is very simple, telling the story of Golden God protecting the human race and constantly defeating demons.
The hearty and exquisite fighting, the thrilling sound of gongs and drums, and the lively festive atmosphere made Moyun City people and outsiders cheer.
"I am becoming history and making history!"
Zhou Yi murmured to himself, suddenly feeling a deep loneliness, out of place in the bustling world, and isolated from the world.
Cultivation World Before it was shattered, loneliness was just loneliness. Now it is the loneliness of walking alone.
"Invincible loneliness is worse than penance! No one in this world can talk to you. It's like talking to a chicken to a duck, or playing the piano to a cow. You will gradually become silent and don't want to talk anymore."
At this time.
Jin Jing had finished dancing, put on his animal skin robe, came to the banquet, and came over with a wine glass.
"Daoist Zhu, the old man has to preside over the celebration. There are many neglects."
"It doesn't matter."
Zhou Yi raised his glass and said, "This wine is hundreds of years old at least, and worth thousands of gold, but the poor man took advantage of it."
"This wine is not simple. Back then, Golden God was always present in the world, and every household put their best efforts into brewing it."
Jin Jing smiled and said, "The City Lord's Mansion holds a wine competition every year, and selects a hundred jars of the best wines, which are sealed underground to this day. Only during celebrations are a few jars taken out for distinguished guests to taste."
"No wonder..."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly. "It smells familiar."
Jin Jing didn't think much about it when he heard this. He thought that with his identity as Zhu Gang, fine wines of hundreds of years were rare but not impossible to drink.
The two talked again and agreed to go fishing in a few days, and Jin Jing went to entertain other distinguished guests. The most important one is the Qing Kingdom messenger, headed by the third prince, who respectfully calls Jin Jing his seventh uncle.
The previous great elder was the grandfather of Qin Zheng and the grandfather of Jin Jing. The two families were related by blood for no more than three generations and had a close relationship.
The sacrifice is over and the banquet begins.
There were not many people in the VIP seats, but Zhou Yi, a young Daoist priest, was very eye-catching. However, those present were not ordinary people, either warriors with strong minds, or officials with profound knowledge in the city. They were filled with doubts in their hearts and smiles on their faces.
Zhou Yi is surrounded by two men in animal skins. According to Jin Jing, they are the two village owners, taking care of Moyun City.
After the spiritual energy exhaustion Demon Race disappeared, the human race practiced Qi and blood martial arts. The beasts in the Ten Thousand Mountains were no match, and many villages slowly appeared.
I don't know if it was a deliberate arrangement, but the two village leaders next to Zhou Yi turned out not to be pure martial arts barbarians. They were quite literate and advocating reading, and they could chat with Zhou Yi for a few words about Daoism.
Three or five jars of wine were poured into the stomach, and the atmosphere was warm as the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.
Prince Qin Xiao came over, raised his glass and said, "I have met Daoist Zhu, junior Qin Xiao. I heard Uncle Seven talking about your beast-taming Xuanqi, so I came here specifically to ask for advice."
Zhou Yi said with a smile, "There is nothing mysterious about it, it is just an ancient beast taming technique, modified and modified to be driven by the inner energy."
Today's martial arts practitioners usually refer to the methods of cultivating immortals and refining qi as ancient methods. Some ancient methods have been eliminated due to the times, and some have evolved and been integrated into martial arts, such as the dual cultivation method of the Joyful Union Sect.
Qin Xiao's eyes are slightly bright. Many people know the mysteries of ancient methods, but few can introduce new ones.
"I don't know which Daoist temple I grew up in? I often listen to White Cloud Temple Perfected Being Xuansu lectures and have a lot of understanding of Daoist classics."
Zhou Yi said, "I am not a Daoist from Jiuzhou. The secrets in my sect are passed down from the East Sea. I have heard about White Cloud Temple for a long time, and I will definitely visit him to discuss Daoism in the future."
"East Sea!"
Qin Xiao looked surprised and said, "My father ordered the navy to build hundreds of giant ships many years ago, led by True Man Xu, to search for the East Sea fairy island. I wonder if you have a chart?"
"Yuandu East Sea?"
Zhou Yi When he first heard the news, he suddenly thought of Qin Zheng, the tyrant who was rumored to have gone crazy, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"A small push by a poor Daoist caused huge waves in history! In the future, you must be careful when doing things, and you can't just follow your temper..."
In any matter, caution can be circumvented. This has been a habit for thousands of years and will continue to be maintained in the future.
Zhou Yi asked in reply, "According to the records of Pindao's ancestors, White Cloud Temple is derived from the East Sea. Should its inherited classics have sea charts?"
"The Daoist Master actually knew about this matter, and it is indeed a profound inheritance."
Qin Xiao explained, "White Cloud Temple colluded with Buddhism, compiled apocryphal scriptures, and denied the identity of Dao Lord Xuanxiao's founder. When his father Kunlun Grotto-Heaven, who was sleepwalking, learned about this, he destroyed all the apocryphal scriptures. During this period, many inherited classics were burned, and the sea charts were also destroyed."
"That's it."
Zhou Yi took out a piece of animal skin paper from his sleeve and said, "Pin Daoist Patriarch admires Dao Lord Xuanxiao very much. Your Majesty, please take this sea chart as you are pure and pure."
"This junior will report to my father and ask for credit for the Daoist Priest."
Qin Xiao bowed and took the animal skin paper, without opening it to read it, but handed it directly to the chamberlain.
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and reminded, "East Sea is already barren, how can there be spirit medicine at this time."
Qin Xiao's eyes flashed with disappointment, he shook his head slightly and did not comment on the matter. Emperor Taishi has conquered most of the Qing Kingdom's territory, and his personal force and prestige are as high as mountains and abyss. Even if he has lost the support of the people in recent years, it is not the prince's fault!
When the banquet ended, it was already evening.
The guests had almost left, Zhou Yi stood up to say goodbye, never thinking of Jin Jing trying to persuade him to stay.
"The Daoist Master often says that he likes ancient objects, so why not stay here for one night? Tomorrow, we will go to the Jin Clan's treasure house to take a look. If there are any objects that catch our eyes, we will give them to the Daoist Master."
"Huh?"
Zhou Yi After thinking for a moment, he understood the cause and effect, which was probably because of the nautical chart. Thinking deeper, Qin Xiao will definitely receive a reward if he presents the chart to Emperor Taishi.
"You old man, you tell poor Daoists every day that you are too lazy to care about the world, why do you still get involved in such things?"
"The Daoist Master has a clear mind, and he really can't hide it."
Jin Jing said helplessly, "No matter how bored the old man is, he can't cut off the blood relationship. Since his surname is Jin, he can't avoid it. The only choice is to get closer to whomever."
Zhou Yi has seen this kind of thing too much and reminded, "The Jin family is already a king with a different surname. There is no way to get in. They should be independent from outsiders."
"This is not our decision. My cousin is no longer the same person as he used to be. There is no need to rely on Moyun City anymore."
Jin Jing sighed and said, "Even if I sit in the first country in Yunzhou, my cousin is not satisfied. I wrote a letter a few days ago, trying to merge Moyun City into the Qing Kingdom to rule Ten Thousand Mountains."
Zhou Yi did not continue to ask why he supported Qin Xiao. He must have made a deal in private and said doubtfully.
"I heard that Moyun City gave his full support, and His Majesty just ascended to the position of Crown Prince. Is there any reason for this?"
"More than just trying his best? My grandfather fought with that old immortal Qing Kingdom for three days and three nights, and both of them died of exhaustion!"
Jin Jing said, "My cousin accidentally got the Martial Ancestor original, which recorded the creation of Qi and blood martial arts from scratch, and Golden God's personal guidance to Martial Ancestor. It is Moyun City's supreme treasure!"
Hundreds of years have passed, Golden God has become the belief and inheritance of Moyun City. Martial Ancestor was originally equivalent to the relic left by God in the world.
"That's it."
Zhou Yi was a little embarrassed. He didn't know Golden God's faith at the time, so he just wanted to return the original with the help of Qin Zheng.
The next day.
The treasure house is located in the ancestral home of the Jin family.
The main hall made of long bluestones has experienced hundreds of years of wind and rain, and looks a bit vicissitudes of life.
Jin Jing Pushed open the door and entered to see rows of shelves and piles of iron boxes behind them.
"The Daoist priest of ordinary gold and silver looks down upon me, and the old man can't compare to me in terms of inheritance. I can only repay you with these ancient objects."
Jin Jing said, "Moyun City has no history. These objects were picked up from the Ten Thousand Mountains by the clansmen. Some may have mysterious appearances or are old, so they put them here for collection."
"Then you're welcome, poor Daoist."
Zhou Yi looked at each wooden frame one by one, but Divine Sense scanned the main hall and all the ancient objects came into his mind.
Pottery bottles with strange patterns, shimmering jade, animal bones of unknown origin, bronzes with simple shapes... They are indeed ancient objects, but 99% of them are worthless. Zhou Yi quickly passed by.
Until a slap of dust and scales appeared in my mind.
There are cloud patterns on the surface of the scales, which are neatly aligned, as if they were carved by later generations.
"Could it be..."
Zhou Yi seemed to be walking around casually. After a while, he went to the corner to dispose of the shelves, picked up the scales and observed them carefully, recalling the contrast between the reverse scales he had seen in the Dragon Palace Treasure House.
The shape and size are exactly the same, but the dragon power is missing.
Zhou Yi If you pinch it gently with your fingers, there will be no change in the scales, and its hardness exceeds that of gold and iron.
"It should be Dragon's Reverse Scale, what an unexpected result! Ten Thousand Mountains dragons are all derived from Azure Wave Lake. Even if this reverse scale does not belong to the Dragon Emperor, the two are still connected by blood."
"There are many bloodline spells in the demonic path, and there are also bloodline searching and divination in the righteous path. The origin of bloodline is not weaker than that of things with aura."
"Pindao has taken a big step towards revenge!"
Zhou Yi put away the dragon scales. Divine Sense scanned the treasure house and found no other useful objects. He came to the door and said to Jin Jing.
"This thing is related to Pindao. It has taken advantage of fellow Daoist Jin, and it can't be compared with a mere sea chart."
As he said this, he groped around from his cuffs and found a few grains of rice in Zhou Yi's hands. They were as white as jade and had half-inch-sized tips on both ends.
"When Pindao was farming on a daily basis, he discovered that several rice plants had mutated and the seeds they produced were different from ordinary ones. Fellow Daoist Jin also likes to farm, so these seeds are considered as thanks and can be cultivated on the mountain!"