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The Northwest land, heaven and earth turning upside down. The true dragon prostrates, recreating fortune.
Just as experts all over the country were puzzled by the changes in the Northwest, Jiang Wen and Shen Yueshu were strolling leisurely in Shu Du.
The two were in a relaxed mood, looking at the scenery of Shu Du. After all, being able to ride the sword, they could see all the landscapes of Shu land in one day.
Jiang Wen also went to Qingcheng Mountain by the way, and the incense in the temple was even more prosperous than before. It was even more so than it used to be. Pilgrims who came to burn incense and worship gods could be seen everywhere, and the Taoists of Qingcheng Mountain also had ruddy complexions, which were very different from their previous wealthy appearance.
Disguised as ordinary pilgrims, Jiang Wen and Shen Yueshu offered incense in front of the incense burner. Shen Yueshu curiously looked at Qingcheng Mountain and whispered to Jiang Wen: "Speaking of which, are there any Taoists practicing in this Qingcheng Mountain?"
"There should be." Jiang Wen's divine sense swept across Qingcheng Mountain, and he noticed that there were a few people in the temple who were different. Their bodies were like furnaces, appearing particularly hot.
This is an abnormal sign of the initial success of internal family cultivation, roughly equivalent to ordinary mortal body martial artists. It makes their blood surge and boil, enough to disturb the Yin spirits.
It seems that there are still many good seedlings in this world who can cultivate to the blood refining realm in such a short period of time. Going further up, forging the body to perfection, making the flesh, muscles, bones, and skin complete and without leakage, one can initially glimpse the innate realm.
Probably since the shocking battle on the Rainbow Island two years ago, all mankind has a new understanding of this world.
Taking advantage of the name of pilgrims and chatting with the Taoists in the temple, the Taoists of Qingcheng Mountain quickly told everything under Jiang Wen's hint.
It turns out that since Jiang Wen incarnated and preached, the famous mountains and Taoist temples in China are no longer just gimmicks.
Relying on the two cultivation methods he left behind, various schools and factions quickly had their own internal cultivation paths. Qingcheng Mountain is no exception. Combining the internal cultivation secrets left by the patriarch, Qingcheng Mountain has taken a unique path of internal alchemy.
The Taoists went down the mountain to show off a few times, and soon attracted pilgrims from Shu Du and Mountain City.
Understanding these current situations, Jiang Wen is quite satisfied with his original idea of preaching.
He didn't want to change the world drastically, but the reality did not develop as he thought.
Since there have been changes, it is better to change this world to the end.
As for how the whole world will become in the future, Jiang Wen can only watch slowly. Now that his cultivation is like this, his lifespan can be longer than the history of human civilization. He has time to overlook all living beings, and he has time to watch the changes in the world.
After passing Qingcheng Mountain, Jiang Wen sent Shen Yueshu back.
Then he returned to Jingxu Temple and dealt with some trivial chores.
He spent several months peacefully like this. Except for occasionally going out to perform rituals, Jiang Wen stayed in the temple to refine magic weapons.
He is now only one step away from the realm of a saint, and he does feel that this step is extremely difficult to take.
The progress of the Huangting Sutra is slow, sometimes even stagnant.
This made Jiang Wen understand that the last few volumes of the Huangting Sutra are probably difficult for the human world to tolerate.
It was another day, and many pilgrims were sent away.
Jiang Wen looked at the idol in his divine sense, which was now complete in merit and golden light, and could return to Dagan at any time.
After thinking for a moment, he summoned everyone.
He told everyone about the matter and prepared to choose helpers to go to Dagan. Zi Yun will naturally not be left behind, she will only follow Jiang Wen.
Yan Gongli's hidden injuries were still there due to previous reasons, and her cultivation had just recovered, so Jiang Wen didn't plan to take her there this time.
Bai Jing had nothing to do, and stayed in the temple all day. Jiang Wen planned to let her go to Dagan to see.
Little Huai Jing Zi Le looked at Jiang Wen eagerly, but Jiang Wen pretended not to see it. This little guy ate too much last time and hasn't been able to fully digest it until now. Instead of going there as a mascot, it's better to stay in the temple and recuperate.
As for Tianhu, Jiang Wen planned to hand it over to the elders of the Baihu clan to raise, and let them help take care of the ginseng essence, so that the medicine valley of Jingxu Temple would grow better.
After telling Mo Xiang and Shu Xiang to take good care of Jingxu Temple, Jiang Wen took Zi Yun and Bai Jing to another Taoist temple.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the sky where the Milky Way was falling.
Closing his eyes, he urged the idol in his consciousness.
The golden light was boundless, instantly engulfing Jiang Wen. He only felt that his body was in a whirlpool, as if everything was being drawn into slender streams.
This feeling was very strange. Jiang Wen opened his eyes and looked around. The scene was colorful and brilliant.
He felt something mysterious and mysterious, which had been hovering in his consciousness and never left. It was like understanding but not understanding, like clear but not clear. In a trance, the heaven and earth were fixed, and the changes in time and space disappeared.
The sound of insects chirping sounded, and the sun was shining brightly.
Jiang Wen sat on the ground in a daze, with a sense of inexplicable regret.
He knew that this was the feeling of loss after the departure of Taoist rhyme. Just now, when traveling through time and space, he had come into contact with the rhyme of time and space. He could hardly comprehend any of that extremely mysterious Taoist rhyme. He could only keep that feeling in mind and refine it carefully in the future.
Perhaps when he reaches a higher realm, he will be able to touch this supreme avenue.
Standing up and dusting off the dust, Jiang Wen waved his sleeves and scattered a few paper figures.
The paper figures grew in the wind and turned into several yellow turban warriors.
This method was learned by Jiang Wen from the ancient Taoist classics, but he used paper figures to transform soldiers, which is much easier than scattering beans into soldiers. In addition, he used dragon blood as seal script, which made the warriors stronger than ordinary lamp-lighting monks.
Several yellow turban warriors knelt on the ground, and bowed to Jiang Wen and shouted: "Greetings, Master."
"Master, rest assured, we will guard it with our lives."
The yellow turban warriors left, and Jiang Wen stepped into the hall. He looked at Bai Jing who was resting in the hall and said: "Rest in the temple for a day today, and we will go to the imperial capital tomorrow."
Bai Jing naturally agreed and ran to the temple to play games.
Since she started playing computers, she has become more and more addicted to games, and has developed a more and more nerdy personality.
Jiang Wen couldn't help her, so he let her go. Anyway, she is a big demon, and her lifespan is long. There is no problem in playing games for hundreds of years.
Returning to Jingxu Temple, without the noisy foxes.
The surroundings seemed quiet, with only the sound of music coming from the temple.
Jiang Wen sat cross-legged in the Sanqing Hall, entrusting his spirit to the idol.
His divine sense suddenly became broad, enough to see thousands of miles, and the distant light tree seemed to be in front of him.
Jiang Wen looked at the sky again, and saw thousands of red threads hanging down, like blood vessels, closely connected to the light tree.
It is really strange and evil. Even if he is attached to the idol of the Taoist ancestor, Jiang Wen still feels the blood and stench in the red line.
Looking around Jingxu Mountain, the farmers are happy and content.
With the protection of the idol, there have been fewer monsters and beasts in recent years. The foot of Jingxu Mountain has gradually become lively, and many refugees who fled have settled here.
As for the rumors of Jingxu Mountain, they have become more and more mysterious with people's words.
Jiang Wen calculated and understood something in his heart.
He detached from the idol, and then threw out a few more paper figures.
The paper figures fell to the ground and turned into Taoists in robes, crawling on the ground and worshiping Jiang Wen.
"Abbot."
"Get up."
"Thank you, Abbot."
Jiang Wen looked at the transformed Taoists, thought for a moment, and took out a jade bottle.
