I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Zhou Yi has planted spiritual rice for more than a thousand years, and it has never stopped since he first entered the world of cultivating immortals.

The quantity is large for a long time, and from time to time there are changes in Lingmi plants. Most of them change in a good direction, and a few are bad declines.

This was not a mystery in the world of cultivating immortals back then, such as planting elixir and domesticating exotic animals, there were also frequent changes. In the eyes of monks, it was a good thing to have more spiritual energy and stronger medicinal effects, otherwise it was a loss-making business.

For example, the rice grains in Zhou Yi's hands are typical declines. When they mature, they don't contain spiritual energy, which is a waste of spiritual fields and mana.

Ordinary monks would definitely abandon it like nothing. Zhou Yi was influenced by his previous life and cared a lot about the mutated Lingmi.

After trial planting, it was found that the mutated rice grains do not contain spiritual energy, so the growth process does not require spiritual energy, and at the same time retains the advantages of spiritual rice plants, such as not picking up the terrain, strong vitality and so on.

The disadvantage is that the yield is low, and the yield per mu is only about one stone.

"One stone!"

Listening to Zhouyi's introduction, Jin Jing couldn't help raising his voice: "Can this rice really be planted on the mountain, yielding one stone per mu?"

"This kind of rice has more vitality than weeds when grown, and it can grow when sprinkled in the crevices of rocks in the mountains."

Zhou Yi nodded and said: "The specific yield is also affected by the mountains. There are too many stones, so naturally one stone cannot be produced. When Pindao traveled to Yunzhou, the rice yield was more than three or four stones per mu."

"Our mountain nests, how dare we compare with the fertile fields on the plains."

Jin Jing sighed and said: "The fields around Moyun City have spent a lot of effort to cultivate them, and they have been carefully cared for day and night, and the yield is only a little more than a stone. We are greedy when we look at the rice of Daochang, but the old man You can’t get it back if you sell it!”

"In Pindao's view, this scale is worth more."

Zhou Yi handed the rice grains to Jin Jing, and said: "Pindao watched the Jinshen celebration yesterday, and he knew that the people in the 100,000 Dashan Mountains are difficult, and the sages' hard work and blue strands have made today's prosperity. This rice is named Yimi. Say to the outside world that the gods will bestow gold!"

"Isn't this wronging the Taoist priest?"

Jin Jing held the rice grains tightly, and said: "The Taoist priest is so righteous, is he afraid of being hated by others? Don't worry, whoever dares to be an enemy of the Taoist priest will be the mortal enemy of Moyun City!"

Moyun City seems to be just a city, but all the people in the city practice martial arts, it can be said that all the people are soldiers.

The human village in Shiwan Dashan is also honored by Moyun City, with a population of hundreds of thousands. With one order, one hundred thousand elite soldiers can be assembled, which is not weak to the small country of Yunzhou, and its force is even stronger.

"It's all a false name. The poor Taoist devotes himself to pure cultivation and doesn't want anyone to disturb him."

Zhou Yi clasped his hands and said, "Don't be too polite, thank you fellow daoist for your hospitality, and I'm leaving."

Jin Jing bowed to express his gratitude, and said: "The old man will not be far away. We must devote ourselves to farming Yimi in the future, and we will not be able to go fishing in Bibotan in a short time."

"Then make an appointment in a few years."

Zhou Yi waved his hand indifferently, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and he disappeared in an instant.

...

early morning.

Qianshan wakes up at the beginning, and the clouds come out of Xiu.

The wind blows through the forest, the fog slowly dissipates, and bursts of singing suddenly come from the mountains, breaking the natural tranquility.

The farmers in the mountains followed the sound and saw the middle-aged Taoist coming from the mountain.

The Taoist wears a wooden hairpin casually on his head, has a clear face, and has a green bamboo fishing rod on his shoulders. His footsteps seem slow but fast, and he will rise into the air with a light step on the tip of the grass and branches, as if flying in the air.

Seeing the Taoist approaching, the farmer bowed skillfully: "The Taoist priest went down to feed the fish again?"

"Chanting is boring, come out to relax."

Zhou Yi responded with a smile, walked tens of feet away while speaking, and arrived at the foot of the mountain in a short while.

In front of him was a pool of clear water, reflected by the blue waves in the spring, and the shore was opened up into neat fertile fields. Farmers were weeding and irrigating, and they greeted Zhou Yi respectfully when they saw Zhou Yi.

"Daozhang, this is the strange rock I was looking for in the mountains."

"Thank you, Taoist priest, for the prescription. My kid is already cured."

"My boat is parked on the shore. Don't take Niu Er's boat, Taoist chief, his broken boat is leaking."

"..."

Zhou Yi clapped his hands and responded one by one. He was very familiar with the villagers. He was really a Taoist priest who lived in seclusion in the mountains, unlike the gods in the sky overlooking him.

When the mutated Lingmi was handed over to Jin Jing, Zhou Yi never expected such a big change. The population of the Hundred Thousand Mountains seemed to explode. In just thirty years, several villages have formed around Bibotan.

Yimi is easy to grow without picking land, but more irrigation can increase production, so rivers and lakes in the mountains have become village gathering places.

Bibotan is the largest lake in Shiwanda Mountain. It is as vast as an inland ocean, and it is located on the north side of the mountains, so it is naturally a good choice.

"The mountains are vast, and the grain output is low, but there are no exorbitant tax officials to exploit, and the leftovers are more than the people of Yunzhou. I heard that many people in the Qing Dynasty could not survive in the country, so they went to the mountains to survive."

Zhou Yi has not been closed to death these years, he goes down the mountain to fish from time to time, and heals the villagers by the way, so he knows a lot about the outside world.

It’s just that there is a lag. After all, the distance is far away, and the news in the mountains is blocked. What I heard was two or three years ago.

Sitting cross-legged by the lake, flicking the fishing rod into the water.

As soon as the hook was hooked, a fish came over, eagerly circling the hook, trying to swallow the Lingmi, but the hook was like an illusion, no matter how much they bit, they couldn't catch it.

"You lazy bastards, you still want to cheat for food and drink at Daoist Master's place!"

Zhou Yi recognized these herrings. They were cunning and lazy. After eating Lingmi, they didn't want to find something to repay their kindness, but just stayed where they were and continued to eat.

A boy in sackcloth ran over holding the wine jar, squatted beside Zhou Yi, lifted the thick porcelain bowl covering the mouth of the jar, and filled the whole bowl with rice wine as white as jade.

"Master Dao, this is my mother's new brew, let you taste it."

Zhou Yi took the thick porcelain bowl, raised his head and drank it clean, nodded and said.

"It tastes good. Go back and tell your mother that Yimi has an extraordinary history. It is originally an extremely high-quality raw material for wine making. Adding other herbs will reduce the taste."

Although Yimi is a product of the decline of Lingmi, but as the basic raw material for brewing Lingjiu, its essential taste is far superior to ordinary materials.

"Understood, tell my mother when I get back."

The young man took out the Daoist scripture from his arms, and offered it with both hands: "Master Dao, I have already memorized this scripture and learned something, but unfortunately no matter how much I practice, I can't feel the aura of heaven and earth."

"Little Yezi, cultivating immortals is all fake, you have to believe in martial arts!"

At this time, the lake was bubbling, revealing a three-foot long herring, and opened its mouth to spit out a crystal shining jade, which fell into Zhou Yi's hands.

"My grandfather said that Master Dao is an immortal."

Jin Ye was not surprised by this. When he was young, he squatted beside Zhou Yi to listen to scriptures, and he often saw such mysterious things.

Most of the people in the village have seen it, and it has been passed down from generation to generation. They all believe that the fish in Bibotan have spirituality, and they will be punished after being killed.

Zhou Yi put away the jade, flicked his fingers and rewarded the herring rice grains: "If the poor Taoist is a fairy, how can he grow old?"

Jin Ye showed distressed expression: "If there is no immortal, what's the matter with the vision I saw? When my father died, I also saw ghosts. I was so scared that I couldn't sleep for several days."

"Everyone has qi, such as anger, death qi, luck, etc., you can see it with your natural eyes."

Zhou Yi explained casually: "The soul is formed by the condensation of thoughts. When a person dies like a lamp going out, the extinction of thoughts will show that the soul is flying away."

Jin Ye didn't doubt Zhou Yi's words, and secretly felt that he had missed something, especially when reciting Taoist scriptures, his sense of loss became stronger and his body always felt empty.

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, but didn't help Jin Ye solve his doubts.

It is a pity to be born in this era with a heavenly spirit root, a natural pupil, and a rare talent for cultivating immortals.

At this time.

A big black fish swam over, its body was five or six feet long, scaring the lazy fish that were begging nearby to run away.

The black fish came out of the water, the two long whiskers at the corners of its mouth were like arms, holding a round rolling stone bead.

Zhou Yi didn't wait for the black fish to be thrown out, and waved his hand to take the stone bead into his hand. After carefully sensing it with his spiritual sense, his face showed joy: "The poor Taoist has waited for more than 30 years, and finally he has gained again. The dragon ball and Nilin are enough!"

"Dragon Emperor, Pindao will translate for you, what is surprise!"

Thirty years ago, there was an inverse scale. After Zhou Yi exhausted his calculations, he could only faintly tell that the Dragon Emperor was not in Shiwan Dashan.

Now that we have Dragon Balls, we will definitely be able to get more accurate information. After that, we will slowly investigate and search, even if it is thousands of feet underground, we must dig it out!

Seeing Zhou Yi smiling happily, Jin Ye wondered, "Master Dao, what kind of treasure is this?"

"Dragon Ball, it can make people's wishes come true!"

Zhou Yi put away the dragon ball, groped for a moment from his cuff, and threw out a green lotus seed: "Poverty Taoist never owes people kindness, and neither does fish. I give you these colorful lotus seeds."

The black fish opened its mouth and swallowed the lotus seeds, its tail swung quickly and disappeared into the water.

"The merits and virtues are complete."

Zhou Yi said: "Little Yezi, Pindao has been staying in the mountains for a long time, and he plans to go out for a trip. It is fate to meet each other. This volume of Xiaoyan God's Numbers is given to you. I will refer to it in the future."

The natural spiritual pupil can see clearly the breath of people, bad luck, purple qi, etc., and some methods in Xiaoyan Shenshu can be used to calculate the future.

"Master Dao is leaving?"

Jin Ye took the Taoist scriptures with a look of reluctance: "My mother is still waiting, she said that when the Taoist has played enough, she will marry you and be my father."

"The kid is talking nonsense, the poor are innocent, and they have long since stopped going to Hehuanyuan!"

Zhou Yi glared at Jin Ye, the girls in the mountains were too enthusiastic, coupled with their jade-like appearance and fairy temperament, in recent years, many girls confessed their marriage proposals, and Jin Ye's mother was one of them.

In terms of identity, Jin Ye's grandfather is the Great Elder of Moyun City, and in terms of appearance, Jin Ye's mother is a famous beauty. Unfortunately, it is too late for Zhou Yi to fall in love at the age of 1,300.

What's more, Jin Jing is a generation lower than Jin Jing, and that old boy still has no noses!

"Let's go, don't miss Poor Dao."

Zhou Yi put away his fishing rod and flew back to the mountain, singing loudly in a relaxed mood.

"Don't betray the Three Lights and don't betray the people, don't bully the gods and don't bully the poor. Someone asked me how to practice..."

Even though he has lived for thousands of years, he has long been proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, wine tasting and tea tasting, but he has not made any progress in the way of poetry.

Among them, Lu Zu's poems are very popular.

Zhou Yi is cautious in doing things, like walking on thin ice, but he is also envious of the high-spirited Sword Immortal!

mountain top.

There is a green brick and green tile Taoist temple standing tall, and a small Taoist boy in green clothes squatting at the door is yawning, and he opened his eyes when he heard the singing.

"Xianchang, why are you back so early today?"

"It's a happy event."

Zhou Yi pushed the door open and entered, restraining the aura from shining, as if passing through the water and entering another world.

The spiritual field with a radius of more than one hundred feet was neatly maintained, and the rich spiritual energy condensed into rain by itself. Under the effect of the formation restraint, it dispersed into five elements of spiritual rain to irrigate the elixir of corresponding attributes.

"As Jianmu continues to grow, Pindao, a place of hidden cultivation, finally has a bit of mystery!"

On the premise of not delaying the practice, Zhou Yi arranged more than ten layers of formation restrictions, each with its own magical effect. For example, this automatic irrigation formation is no longer as poor and crude as it used to be.

The Taoist boy in Tsing Yi followed and rolled on the spot into a spirit ginseng doll with a red ribbon tied around his waist.

"Xianchang, do we have to move again?"

Zhou Yi asked in surprise, "How did you guess that?"

Lingshen Doll proudly said: "Every time you go fishing down the mountain, at least for a whole day, I can lie at home and sleep well. I came back early today and said that there is a happy event. I must have found the trace of the baby!"

"I see."

Zhou Yi didn't know whether to say that Lingshen doll was smart or stupid, and the grass and trees spirit was like a child by nature, so he kicked it.

"If Pindao doesn't stare for a while, you will be lazy and doze off, so hurry up and go to work!"

Lingshen Baby clutched her buttocks and cried out in pain, just now she realized that she had slipped her tongue and fled away without seeing anyone.

Zhou Yi entered the Taoist temple, calmed down, and adjusted his breath to the best.

Take out the stick first and shake it gently.

The spirit sign landed.

The light shines and condenses into characters: Bodhi.

"Good luck! The old dragon is hiding in the Buddhist gate of Yizhou?"

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, thinking that this matter was very possible.

Among the four righteous sects, only the Buddhist sect has a less firm attitude towards the monster race, and has a deep hatred with Taoist Xuan Xiao. The Dragon Emperor hid in Yizhou after proclaiming himself, even if he was accidentally discovered by the Buddhist sect, he would quietly hide and worship.

After the spiritual energy recovered, the Dragon Emperor owed such kindness, and should let the Dharma Protector Tianlong protect the Buddhist sect.

Xiaojie Tianshu shows good luck, and the trip to Yizhou is inevitable, and then he takes out the basalt shell to perform Xiaoyan magic number.

Zhou Yi put Nilin and Dragon Ball on the basalt shell, and used the method of divination to find the trace of the Dragon Emperor. After a long time, a ray of information came to mind out of thin air.

Wanfo Temple!

...

Fozhou.

The extreme west of the mainland, bordering on the West Sea.

Wanfo Temple is located in the middle of the Bodhi Buddha Land. It is built on the mountain and covers an area of ​​more than 10,000 mu. There are endless pavilions and pavilions.

The upper half of Bodhi Peak is carved with a hundred-foot-tall Buddha, which can be seen from dozens of miles away. The surface of the Buddha statue is painted with gold powder, and the entire mountain is full of golden light from a distance.

"I heard that this Buddha statue was built after the end of Dharma, and it cost millions of manpower. If it were built by the imperial court, it would directly destroy the country!"

Zhou Yi observed from the sky for a while, and there were countless people in sackcloth and brocade clothes on the ground, kneeling on their knees and walking towards the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and there were also monks in gray robes and white robes walking.

Falling light.

He turned into a monk in yellow robes, wearing a crown of five Buddhas on his head and a brocade cassock.

Holding a nine-ringed tin rod in one hand, and a purple gold bowl in the other.

"Amitabha!"

Zhou Yi proclaimed the Buddha's name, his eyes were merciful, and his Dharma was solemn.

I have been studying Buddhist scriptures for thousands of years, and no one in the world can match the profoundness of Buddhism alone. Not to mention pretending to be a Buddhist disciple, even the abbot of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple can do it.

Push the book "Three Kingdoms: Buried alive at the beginning, Emperor Ling helped me ascend the throne"

The history of the Three Kingdoms is very interesting!