Chapter 383 Traveling to the underworld with the banyan tree
The collapse of Xiaoxitian caused three years of drought in the Tang Dynasty. Fortunately, the underground river was full of water and vapor, so the people did not live in poverty.
Yanliang Town.
More than three hundred years have passed, and this small town surrounded by mountains and rivers has long changed.
Now Yanliang Town has become the center where the north and the south meet. The permanent population once approached one million, and countless caravans come and go every day.
At the same time, Wuzu Temple is very popular, and anyone who comes and goes will worship the statue of Zhongkui.
The largest Wuzu Temple in the area is located on He Feng Street. Yes, the descendants of the original waiter still failed to hold on to the foundation.
Not long ago, the pawn shop was converted into a temple to worship the martial ancestors and mountain gods.
Squeak.
When Old Miao Zhu saw that it was getting late, he started to close the gate, followed by a dozen children of four or five years old, all of whom were practicing martial arts in the temple.
"Master, I heard my father say that the Martial Ancestor lived here hundreds of years ago."
Old Miao Zhu scratched his head, "Xiao Fan, the Martial Ancestor is an immortal from heaven, how can he live like us mortals? In the market, and the temple was once a pawn shop used to mortgage items. "
Xiao Fan looked disappointed, which made the other children burst into laughter.
Old temple Zhu Hanxiao watched them fight with each other, then walked into the main hall alone and wiped the unattractive statue of Wu Zu.
"Martial arts, martial arts, it's really something I can't understand."
"It is said that martial arts was extremely prosperous three hundred years ago. Martial Ancestor taught martial arts everywhere, and helped us mortals suppress demons and monsters."
"But now..."
Old Miao Zhu shook his head, having heard the rumors from the outside world.
For some reason, martial arts seems to have been inexplicably cut off. It has been two or three hundred years since the Eighth Realm of Immortality has appeared, and even the Seventh Realm of Daoying has become increasingly rare in the Tang Dynasty.
In addition, high-level warriors have been in seclusion for hundreds of years. The current Tang Dynasty...
Old Miao Zhu sighed longly. There is no threat from demons. There is a new war in the Tang Dynasty, and various forces are here. Recruit troops and buy horses.
Hey, I don’t know how long the peaceful days can last.
"Old man, how long ago was the temple built?"
Old Miao Zhu was stunned for a moment, then turned his head in surprise and saw a man with his back to him, looking at the statue of Wuzu. .
"You... the temple is closed, don't disturb Mr. Wu Zu."
"The statue is well made, father-in-law, how long ago was the temple built?"
Shen Lian asked again. , Lao Miaozhu answered for some reason: "It's been...more than a year. I was transferred from Qingfeng Temple in the west of the city, and I was recognized by the government."
"It's a pity, this place was originally my home. "It's open."
Shen Lian didn't get angry.
He did not explain anything to the government before he went into seclusion in the Dragon Palace. As time went by, things and people changed, and he might have been deified as a martial ancestor.
Old Miao Zhu hesitated and said: "This is the residence of the mountain god. The martial ancestor once taught the true meaning of martial arts under the mountain god tree."
"Hahaha."
"Yes, I do like to do some thankless things."
"Huh?"
Lao Miao Zhu dropped the rag in his hand and saw Shen Lian's side face through the candlelight.
How could he not know that he has served Wu Zu for more than fifty years? Shen Lian and Wu Zu's statue are 45% similar, especially the charm and the sleepy crow on his shoulder.
"You, you, you..."
Lao Miaozhu didn't know what to say, his mind went blank.
A child sniffed and broke into the main hall. He noticed the motionless old Miao Zhu and quickly reached out to shake him awake, "Master, Master."
The old temple wished the returning god, but Shen Lian was nowhere to be found.
He quickly came to the statue and kowtowed.
"Master Wuzu is on high! Master Wuzu is on high! You must have heard what the villain said and are dissatisfied with the current situation of the Tang Dynasty."
The old temple blessing is also a meeting The master who came did not hesitate to inform the government.
Soon.
Rumors about Wuzu's apparition spread like wildfire, but it only added a little more excitement. After all, only Lao Miaozhu saw it.
There are still wars and smoke everywhere, and the demonic disasters have subsided, but man-made disasters are hidden.
"One drink and one peck, could it be a predetermined decision."
Shen Lian sat cross-legged on the top of the banyan tree, watching the blooming Yanliang Town, holding the harvested human seed bag in his palm and constantly refining it. .
Compared to the level of acquired things, the trouble of the human race bag's backlash is not worth mentioning.
Moreover, only by refining this treasure can he release the thousands of souls within it, thus bringing the world's martial arts back on track.
You must know that the reason why it is difficult for warriors to break through the Eight Realms of Immortal Movement is because they are born with incomplete souls.
The human race bag is indeed terrifying.
Even newborn babies will have their souls taken away quietly.
After finishing Yaochi, Shen Lian was not in a hurry to return to the mortal world. He has been helping the eight tribes of the ghost city to re-establish the Taoist order and exploring the ruins of the old heaven.
It turned out that there were only a few ruins at the end of the ghost market, and most of them were missing.
The remaining incomplete memories have almost no harvest, which is a pity. However, it also shows in disguise that after the Pantao meeting, the immortals and gods unanimously chose to refine the scripture.
Babu Zhengshen severely damaged the retreat, but fortunately his life is not worried.
“Huh.”
The refining of the human race bag is extremely slow, and the immortal soul fragments need to be fed to the acquired creature.
Shen Lian skillfully divided the immortal soul and found that the human race bag did not ask for it insatiably, so he relaxed and devoted his energy to practice.
After a large number of scriptures, his main acupoints have been imprinted.
There are only a few minor points left in the secondary acupoints.
Half a step away from [Immortal Zang].
Shen Lian plans to advance to the level of Immortal Zang before going to the Western Spirit Mountain. The rest of his practice will be step by step, and he will also look for the Immortal Veins.
He narrowed his eyes and immediately received a message from Li Zhi.
The message Li Zhi brought was very brief.
"The chaos in various parts of the Tang Dynasty has been calmed down, and the royal family of the Li family has been changing smoothly."
Shen Lian nodded slightly. Although he did not want to interfere with the operation of the Tang Dynasty, and did not mind the change of dynasties, the source of the trouble was after all. Since Huangmei.
Before leaving, just continue the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty for five hundred years.
Shen Lian continued to practice, and before he knew it, another ten years had passed. The scenery at the top of the banyan tree had hardly changed, but Yanliang Town had expanded.
Bang bang bang bang.
Three hundred and sixty-five major acupoints made a muffled sound.
Following this are 5,763 secondary acupoints. After imprinting the sutra, each acupoint derives the sutra on its own.
Shen Lianlian breaks through the bottleneck naturally.
[Realm: Earth Immortal (Immortal Zang)]
The next step of branding the Immortal Zang is undoubtedly more cumbersome, especially the three Immortal Bone Hearts, which can be expected to waste a lot of time.
“I can’t go any further if I stay in the mortal world, and my Mana Consciousness is also throbbing.”
Shen Lian pinched the center of his eyebrows. Eighty percent of the dangers perceived by Manas Consciousness came from the upper world. He himself The longer he stays in the mortal world, the greater the possibility that the martial arts scriptures will be exposed, so he must leave as soon as possible.
"It's time for the last martial arts training." He stood up with a smile, pointing to the sky and the ground.
“Warriors listen to orders!!!”
Not only Yanliang Town, but all towns within the Tang Dynasty heard whispers, all emanating from the statue of Wuzu in the local temple.
Old Miao Zhu danced in ecstasy, "I was right, Master Wuzu has arrived!!"
A golden body of martial arts that was more than 100 meters tall appeared next to the banyan tree, and the Yanshan area fell into a brief silence. Afterwards, all the mortals fell to their knees.
Everyone knows the story about Wu Zu's mission, but they didn't know that the immortal fate was coming.
It didn’t take long for the mortals in the Tang Dynasty to realize that Wu Zu was preaching, and the streets and alleys were filled with figures sitting cross-legged and reciting scriptures.
The martial arts scriptures spread, and the Tang Dynasty was within Shen Lian's reach.
“Go.”
The human race bag fell on top of his head.
After more than ten years of refining, Shen Lian still only controls 45% of the human race bag, and it is difficult to exert one-tenth of the acquired talent.
But it is only one or two out of ten, which is comparable to a treasure.
The human race bag flashed.
Countless souls that were sealed inside scrambled to escape, and most of them disappeared into the sky through the connection of their physical bodies. The bodies of a few souls had died, and they scattered like fireworks.
As Shen Lian watched the beautiful scene, he couldn't help but turn the pages of the martial arts scriptures.
True death is forgotten by time, but martial arts scriptures can record the traces of warriors, even if they only have a trivial understanding.
Shen Lian could also hear that the old people in the seventh realm of Dao Ying were hiding their faces and crying.
They knew that their souls were missing and thought that there would be no hope of promotion from now on. Unexpectedly, things turned around and martial arts was back on track! !
All the warriors wanted to see Shen Lian, but the teaching had already started quietly.
First I felt dizzy.
Martial arts scriptures infect mortals in the form of germs, complex lines appear on the skin of warriors, and all kinds of martial arts are suddenly solved.
"In this way, generations of mortals are born to refine martial arts scriptures, and they can set foot in the four foundation-building realms at the age of two or three, and everyone is like a dragon!!"
Shen Lian couldn't help but laugh. Smiling, the extremely rich Qi and blood dyed the sky red.
The scene of warriors gathered around practicing, as if the mortal world has been reduced to their own dojo, and even demons that have existed for thousands of years will be severely damaged by their energy and blood.
“Happy!”
"If it weren't for the calamity of heaven and earth, martial arts would be enough to dominate, and even shake the status of the Heavenly Court and Lingshan Mountain, and make the immortals and Buddhas in the sky bow their heads. My journey to the West is not in vain!"
Of course, if it weren't for the calamity of heaven and earth that caused it, The world of Journey to the West collapsed, and I am afraid that the moment martial arts became popular, the immortals and Buddhas would have already taken action to suppress it.
Now that the immortals and Buddhas have too much to take care of themselves, martial arts have a chance to breathe.
The progress of Shen Lian's martial arts scriptures increased by 2%. As soon as the warrior soul was completed, he understood all the scriptures that poured into Niwan Palace.
Even thirty-nine golden body techniques were born.
Shen Lian's expression was surprised.
The golden body methods created by ordinary people are not very mysterious. Many of them are created by visualizing the laws of the five elements and birds and animals in nature.
He merged into the Golden Body of Martial Arts without spending points. The changes in the Immortal Pile are not big, but there will definitely be a significant improvement after the sand is accumulated into a tower.
"The next step is to formulate the rules of the world."
Shen Lian has been thinking about it for a long time, and discussed it with Zuo Yan and others before finally finalizing the plan.
He communicated with the lotus platform, and the 14,647 statues of the Martial Ancestors in the Tang Dynasty radiated light, and then gradually became restrained.
The range of the fishing magic power has been greatly reduced, basically only half a meter around the statue.
With the worship of mortals, the scope of fishing magic will continue to increase, but
Shen Lian is not prepared to kill all the demons.
On the one hand, demons are now reduced to experience as soon as they are born. Their Taoism is less than a hundred years old, and they cannot provide experience in seventh-level professions at all.
On the other hand, Datang needed demons to check and balance it.
Allowing the extinction of demons does not mean that mortals can live and work in peace and contentment. It will only promote ambitions, and war will break out if they are divided for a long time, and if they are together for a long time, they will be divided.
It is better to raise a tiger than to seek death yourself.
Civilians are protected by towns and villages, and their lives will not be greatly affected.
Shen Lian patted the banyan tree, and the roots of the latter began to retract.
Rumble.
Several caves that were friends with Shen Lian had strange phenomena. There were hordes of demons active in the barren mountains and mountains, and the aura of demons was permeated.
After all this is completed, the martial arts training is coming to an end, and warriors are being promoted to the Eighth Realm of Immortality one after another.
Shen Lian's temples bulged, and the early warning of Mana Consciousness became more and more obvious.
"Sooner or later, the mortal world will be exposed. Even if I make martial arts extinct, it is inevitable. It is better to use warriors to denounce the martial arts scriptures."
"However, it can only be delayed for a while."
Shen Lian made a teleportation tree in Fangcun Mountain, and its roots spread instead of the banyan tree. Whenever a warrior from the Tang Dynasty set foot on the Nine Realms, he would be pulled into the cave.
Fangcun Mountain is isolated from the world, and Patriarch Bodhi is not among it, so it is relatively hidden.
Shen Lian's consciousness swept away Fangcun Mountain.
On the misty island, dozens of figures are already opening up dojos. They are all familiar faces, Zuo Yan, Shen Hansheng, Zhu Yihong, Li Zhi...
As well as the ghost girl and jade rabbit playing on the shore, the two silly fish lying flat on the sea, and many fairies and ghosts also came to Fangcun Mountain to follow and practice.
It is a pity that Bai Haibo died of exhaustion two hundred years ago.
Bai Haibo has enough resources, but the transition from mortal to immortal is really difficult. Every time he wants to be promoted, he has inner demons, so he started watching it later.
He had many descendants before his death, and he had no regrets in his life.
“As long as I find the medium in Western Lingshan, I can travel between the two realms, and the human immortal warriors in Fangcun Mountain will not be short of manpower.”
"Let's go, we can't miss you anymore, it's only right to go to Lingshan to find out the truth."
Kaka! !
A loud noise came.
The banyan tree rises from the ground, its branches covering the sky and the sun.
“The Earthly Immortal Dryad who has reached 40,000 years of Taoism can adapt to any harsh environment. It is a portable cave that is comparable to acquired things.”
As soon as it was separated from the soil, the size of the banyan tree began to skyrocket, and it did not stop until it exceeded 500 meters. Shen Lian stood on the leaves like an ant.
The vacancy is replaced by branches of more than ten meters. On the surface, the so-called mountain god is no longer mysterious, it is just an ancient banyan tree that grows thousands of meters.
“Three or four hundred years from now, I’m afraid no one will believe the rumors about mountain gods.”
Shen Lian leaned down and got into the banyan tree hole. The hole immediately healed, and the inside extended in all directions, dividing functions. Different rooms.
Whoosh.
The banyan tree disappeared into the horizon at a speed that was inconsistent with its size.
Not long after, the warriors woke up one by one. They had not yet discovered the drastic changes in the Tang Dynasty. They only knew that practicing martial arts had the hope of ascending in the daytime.
In the next hundred years, martial arts will see a hundred schools of thought contend.
All kinds of geniuses emerge in endlessly, and it is no longer uncommon to introduce new martial arts. They are not restricted by the government and establish sects everywhere.
And Shen Lian has already gone deep into the underworld through Shituoling.
In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, the banyan tree didn't know the direction and could only wander towards one place according to Shen Lian's vague guidance.
What Shen Lian relied on was the weak guidance from the heavenly way he once visualized in Lingshan Mountain.
Fortunately, after five years of practice, there are countless roots that wrap around the approaching demons, and there is no way to finish the pills that are constantly being produced.
(End of this chapter)