Chapter 614 Return to Ruins

Chapter 614 Return to Ruins

Twelve years have passed since the Battle of Red Mountain.

Twenty million living people were sent to the land of Qianyuan.

The Taiyi Sect opened up land early for the people to recuperate and recuperate, while the sect sent the descendants of the family who had no spiritual roots to become princes and manage each different area where the people lived.

The pavilion is used as a high platform.

A man who looks like a man is quietly reciting scriptures, the seals in his hands are constantly changing, and with the long spiritual energy being absorbed, a faint spiritual energy surrounds him.

"Dong dong."

"Taoist Priest, your fellow disciples have come to pay a visit."

The Taoist who originally looked slightly displeased suddenly showed a curious expression, and then murmured in surprise: "Is it possible that what I was working on has been completed?"

Loud voice: "Please."

The Taoist thought that he would go ahead by himself. He took two steps and saw the tall monk wearing a milky white robe with his hands behind his back. He quickly saluted and said, "Senior brother."

The monk in the robe turned around and nodded: "Junior brother, I am here to collect taxes and check the account books on the orders of the sect. Check whether there are any Qi practitioners in the territory causing trouble, whether there are records of children with spiritual roots, whether..."

Long story.

The monk in the cassock looks young.

The Taoist was nearly three years old, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He was wearing an outer Taoist robe. He looked more like a charlatan than a Taoist.

The Taoist's name is Wu Daofu, an outer disciple of Taiyi Sect. Due to his hopeless cultivation, he was sent to be a local monk to protect the country and the people.

If he wants to, he can also branch out and form a small family.

"Ah, oh." Disappointment flashed in Wu Daofu's eyes. He thought it was his own operation that got a response, but he didn't expect it to be his senior brother from the Supervision Department.

The person who is an expert in the cultivation world comes first. Regardless of his age, he is also a junior disciple. Unless he is a disciple of the same lineage, he does not value cultivation level but only his seniority. However, his outer sect obviously has no way to the inner sect.

The monk in the cassock took out a sealed bamboo tube from his sleeve robe and said, "By the way, someone asked me to give you a letter."

Director Wu was overjoyed and put it away: "Senior brother, please, the account books and taxes have been prepared long ago..."

A lot of work.

The monk in the cassock took out the talisman, crossed it into a seal, and attached it to the boxes of tax revenue, and then put it into his own talisman. The items contained here are not valuables, but food from all over the place, collected and packaged by the descendants of the clan who have no spiritual roots.

The Taiyi Sect controlled the land of Qianyuan and had to balance the food in various places. There were always natural and man-made disasters that required stabilizing food prices and providing disaster relief.

We can't just let the sect pay all the money and just collect taxes according to the most common tax. However, even such ordinary rules are much better than the days that ordinary people once lived.

All in all, the third Immortal Ascension Conference is coming soon.

The monks from various places move around more frequently, and friction will inevitably occur. Therefore, the sect specially chooses this time to weigh in, which can also calm the restlessness in various places.

…

"Store, a bottle of wine and a bowl of plain noodles."

A long sword was pressed against the table.

Sitting in the mat was a young man in his early twenties. As soon as the young man stepped into the shed on a hot summer day, the originally noisy and hot atmosphere seemed to sink, and even his speaking voice became much lower.

"Who is that?"

"Just be a knight."

"There are still many mortals like us who don't have spiritual roots. I heard that when you master martial arts and become a god, you can have the skills of an immortal master."

The young man turned a deaf ear to other people's comments. He glanced at the sword on the table and casually patted the bulging bag around his waist. The bag's mouth was tied tightly, as if to prevent something from escaping from inside.

"Why."

He grabbed a small hand that was stretched out. The young man squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the corner: "Fellow Taoist, it's disrespectful to let a kid steal my things."

The man in gray robe in the corner raised his head: "The ten ghosts of Gray Mountain disappeared overnight. Is it you who did it?!"

"Fellow Taoist, are you going to stand up for them?"

The man in gray robe snorted coldly: "Taiyi Sect is too overbearing. You have captured every ghost in Gray Mountain who has been keeping to himself. If you don't give me an explanation, I'm afraid the little monk won't be able to leave this inn and tea shed."

The young man smiled: "Do you need me to tell you the details of the crimes? I advise you not to wade into muddy waters."

"Threatening me? Are you a young monk in the middle stage of Qi training?" The gray-robed man's aura was full of energy. He was obviously in the late stage of Qi training. He was about to use his method when he noticed a flash of white light in front of his eyes.

The young man threw out the cloth bag from his waist, collected the soul of the man in gray robe, and then recalled the unsheathed flying sword.

"The Eye-Shaking Sword weighs three kilograms, five taels and six qian, and is a top-grade magical weapon. It is refined using our sect's secret method..."

The young man smiled calmly and stood up slightly, cupping his hands and saying, "I feel sorry for disturbing you all."

After bowing, he left with his sword.

It is said that it is flying with a sword, but it is actually being dragged away by a flying sword. However, ordinary people and Jianghu people can't tell the difference. They only think that when they met an immortal master to fight today, they were so fast that they couldn't even see the moves. All they saw was a flash of white light. Someone's head fell to the ground.

After flipping through the magic weapon bag containing ghosts, the young man sighed: "You can take over the sect's mission and sell your soul to the sect in exchange for spiritual stones. It really kills two birds with one stone."

Originally, the sect did not have much demand for Yin gods. Ten years ago, I don’t know why the ancestor ordered that the sect’s disciples must bring back souls when they go out to perform tasks. The sect buys them according to the price. If there is a jar of evil spirit, they can also exchange it. contribute.

After so many years of arresting, all the ghosts around the sect have been caught, so we have no choice but to go further away.

There are more loose cultivators, ghost cultivators and demon cultivators in distant places, and they are all very courageous. The reputation of the sect is slightly weaker than that of those nearby, but they are still very useful. Even if they are beaten, very few of them are beaten, not to mention Was killed.

But there are always stupid people who challenge authority, and then there will be foundation-building monks or even golden elixir elders to take action. Over the years, he had only heard of elders taking action, but he had never seen any elder take action.

Board the spirit boat.

Go to Dazhong Dacheng. To return to the sect, he needs to find an inn first, take a tamed spirit beast to a small town to take a spirit boat, go to Dazhong City to take a large spirit boat to Yunjing, and then take the spirit boat back.

All in all it's quite convenient.

Due to the optimization of the route and the power of the large spiritual boat, the trip does not take long.

As for where that time was wasted, it was when he was walking on his own legs. It's a pity that his cultivation level is not high and he doesn't have any extra spirit stones, otherwise he would have to keep a spirit beast in captivity.

The expense of raising spirit beasts is better spent on improving your own strength. If you can build a foundation by luck in the future, you can fly on the clouds.

Hu Qi calculated how many spiritual stones he could earn and how many resources he could get for himself during this trip. He touched his chin and thought, "Why don't we stop the 'Sword Art' lecture hall first, so that we can save money?" A batch of spiritual stones."

"No, no, without the Sword Technique Lecture Hall, my swordsmanship cannot be used to fight across ranks."

"The basics of the Kung Fu Hall and the Technique Class are enough. This is the benefit of the sect and there is no need to pay additional spiritual stones."

"Why don't you drop the Talisman Making class? I really don't have the talent in that area."

Hu Qi, who returned to the sect, went to the sect's peak to pay the mission and sold the ghosts collected in the bags. He got a total of 209 low-grade spirit stones, 150 meritorious deeds, the receipt for clearing the spirit boat, and the spirit beast's Running around, all the miscellaneous expenses on the road, the net profit is two hundred and thirty.

First redeem five bottles of Qi Condensation Pill, one bottle of Yin Soul Pill, and three bottles of Bigu Pill.

Went to Qi Peak again to repair the flying sword. In fact, there is nothing to repair, except that a few inscriptions on the top have become lighter, and they need to be re-engraved, which cost thirty-five low-grade spiritual stones.

"hiss!"

Hu Qi took a breath of air and felt very distressed. She didn't know whether she felt sorry for her spiritual stone or Feijian.

The spiritual stones I just earned will be spent at 7788.

Having said that, the sect is actually cheaper in all aspects, much cheaper than outside. Moreover, the sect can be assured that the elixirs and magic weapons it receives will not cut corners.

The gang of puppets in the Law Enforcement Hall, whether they are walking or deacons, they only recognize the law enforcement elders, and the monks in the Law Enforcement Hall are also famous for their tough faces.

…

Xu Zhao rushed to the main hall, and the disciples in robes brought up the vase with the talisman sealed: "Master, the ghosts of this quarter have been collected, but the comparison is a bit lacking compared to previous years."

Taiyi, who was reviewing the documents, looked down slightly: "Master knows."

In the past ten years, so many ghosts have been caught that ghosts are now rare objects. Except for the ghost peak in the back mountain, there is no ghost at all in the sect.

And you can't cause unprovoked killings. This is not only a rule of practice, Taiyi himself can't pass the test in his heart.

Even if you are trying to catch Yin spirits, you must distinguish them clearly, lest the Yin spirits of your own pure cultivation are caught by disciples.

The Hall of Merit will interrogate this matter. Once a situation like this is discovered, or a disciple kills without authorization for the sake of the ghost, they will be punished by being faced with a wall, or being expelled from the sect by having their cultivation level revoked.

However, after more than ten years of accumulation, at least hundreds of thousands of ghosts have been captured. Although there are no outstanding ghosts, the accumulation of numbers has made the dim main pole of the Soul Flag reappear with red light.

"Go down." Taiyi waved his hand and motioned for everyone to go down.

He took out the soul banner, opened the vase containing the ghosts, and threw all the ghosts into the soul banner. The main pole of the Zunhun Banner flashed with red light like magma, and the light changed from weak to strong, and then from strong to weak.

And so on.

Taiyi walked out of the main hall and stood at the door of the Jade Palace. The nine major peaks were in full view, and the thirty-six auxiliary peaks were beginning to take shape. Prosperity was not achieved overnight, but more like moisturizing things silently.

Now Taiyi Sect really has the potential to rise.

After two rounds of the Immortal Ascension Conference, most of the disciples of the first generation of Immortal Ascension Conference have grown up after more than twenty years. Those with good talents have built their foundations and become the mainstay of the sect.

The disciples of the second generation of the Immortal Ascension Conference also entered into practice.

In the land of Qianyuan, Taiyi Sect is the well-deserved overlord.

"Junior brother, when will you wake up?"

Taiyi sighed.

The prosperity of Taiyi Sect was built on Tu Shanjun's efforts, which benefited from the elixirs that Tu Shanjun had reserved in those years, including Foundation Establishment Pills and Yinhun Dan. These two alone have created countless Foundation Establishment monks.

…

"hold head high!"

The roar of the dragon came.

A dragon soared in the clouds and mist roared: "Hide and hide, come out when you have the ability!"

The dragon is like a loach caught in a big net, surrounded by rampant soldiers and ghost generals.

The mountains are stacked on top of each other, and the black clouds gather together to form a black sea. Those Yin gods are like tireless machines, being crushed by the dragon and melting into the clouds.

"I know that you are controlling this!"

After fighting tirelessly for twelve years, even the Reverend Transformation God felt tired, even tired. He was tired enough to fall asleep, but unfortunately he couldn't sleep.

Because he didn't dare.

The despair of not seeing a way out constantly reminded him that he could not sleep.

"Are you looking for me?"

There was a voice that sounded indifferent and somewhat ethereal and hoarse.

Wearing a black robe.

Wild red hair cascaded over her shoulders.

And that familiar smile.