The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 83 The Opportunity Has Arrived
"That dark cloud is the old ghost of a hundred disasters in Yinshan Mountain, the extreme north of the Great Wilderness."

Following the direction pointed by Zi Ling Yao Ji's right finger, the north side of the cliff was covered with dense haze, which enveloped the top of the dry mountain and kept changing.

As she glanced sideways, she saw an unknown creature like a white whale rolling and floating in the water, looming in the river dozens of miles away.

"Don't think they are fish beasts. They are swollen corpses underwater. They are the Yin corpses in the deep sea above the clouds. But they just look scary. They are all landlubbers."

"I have managed this land for more than a hundred years and have driven away all those evil ghosts and monsters. Do you want to use this as your fiefdom?"

"Heh, heh! Just deal with it yourself."

Zi Ji was now wearing a Kyushu-style robe with a silver ring hanging around her jade neck. She glanced at Wu Yong with dissatisfaction, swayed her body, and walked towards the newly rebuilt mansion on the Scorpion Tail Peak, which had a very Kyushu-style exotic feel.

It's a pity that I'm now in prison, confined to the top of Scorpion Tail Peak all day, and no longer have freedom.
"Zongzi, that demon."

"That's always a hidden danger, why not let me, Old Yin, kill her."

A wisp of black smoke fell and transformed into an evil Taoist with a sinister look on his face, staring at the back with a sullen expression.

He was ambushed by that Zhezi and almost fell into her hands. To this day, Yin Erlang still feels indignant when he thinks about it.

"No need!"

"That horse-falling stinging poison is one of the famous magical powers of the ancient poisonous Gu Avenue. It is very rare. After returning to Jiuzhou, I will go to Yujing to ask for a spiritual method."

"I'm of great use."

Wu Yong waved his hand to stop Yin Erlang's proposal. The Qingyun Wilderness is located in a corner of the Chaos and has a close connection with the Chaos Sea. The rare birds and beasts in the wilderness are also coveted by all realms.

"You should not be so disrespectful on a daily basis. It was just that she attacked you and stabbed you once. It's not a deep hatred."

"You are the Lord of Black Evil, with more than 20 skeleton monsters at your disposal. Why are you still bothering with her?"

After admonishing Yin Erlang, Wu Yong patted his shoulder gently, then turned around and headed towards Qingzhu Peak.

There are always some rare treasures in sacred mountains and blessed lands. On the top of the Scorpion Tail Peak, there is a Qingzhe stone with strange Taoist marks all over it, and the spiritual charm of nature flows continuously, just like a dragon egg.

It is said to be the transformation of the ancient blue dormant dragon, containing immeasurable Taoist rhyme, and is a fourth-level rare treasure!

But Demon King Zi Ling refused, so Wu Yong temporarily gave in to her wishes.

What could be on Qingzhu Peak? If it could be used as a training ground by that old bear, it couldn't be ordinary, right?

After taking a glance at the old ghost corpse that was ready to make a move outside the wilderness, he ordered the Shaying Camp to patrol the natural barrier, but Wu Yong went up to the Qingzhu Peak.

From a distance the entire peak appears to be no more than two hundred feet high, but when you get closer you realize that it is not a mountain at all, but just a piece of blue stone a hundred feet high, almost half of which is covered with green bamboo, and you can see lush bamboo shoots poking out from the cracks in the stone and the crevices in the rocks.

"The green bamboo that penetrates the mountains and splits the rocks?"

Wu Yong raised his eyebrows and immediately slapped the tall bamboo beside the road.

Peng! !

The green bamboo trembled left and right, shedding layers of green leaves, but it was not broken by his palm as Wu Yong had expected.

"Oh? You're so tough?"

While he was exclaiming in amazement, Wu Yong's magic power transformed into a purple talisman. He flicked his finger and shot out the thunder talisman, which instantly broke the green bamboo as thick as a bowl.

Suddenly, the strange bamboo that was dozens of feet tall fell down, and its broken ends were covered with scorch marks from lightning and fire.

Lift up the bamboo, raise your right hand, and the magic sword will immediately appear in your palm. Grasp the magic sword tightly with your right fingers, exert a little force, and split it into two.

Wu Yong picked up the green bamboo and carefully examined it. What kind and species is this magical bamboo?
"It's just the most common and common bamboo species?"

"Why is it so strong? It grows between the cracks in the rocks but is tens of feet tall."

Isn't this common sense?
Wu Yong picked up the magic sword and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step. The unattended mountain was covered with branches and old bamboos growing side by side, almost turning into a bamboo wall. There was only a wide road that was forcibly opened by great force leading to the top of the mountain.

The entire bamboo forest is growing wildly, and this road is probably the only interference from the old bear!

"The three friends from Thorn Ridge once said that the old bear was greedy and dug holes everywhere. I want to see what he collected on a daily basis."

With one sword he cut down two drooping bamboos, then Wu Yong reached the top and began to explore forward.

I saw seven giant bamboo shoots on the top of the mountain, which were almost golden in color. The golden shoots were about a hundred feet long and looked like goat horns. The other bamboo shoots connected to the sky and looked like branches from a distance. The tips of the bamboo shoots stretched horizontally into the sky, and the golden roots were slightly curled up, slanting towards the bamboo building in the center.

It is called a bamboo house, but it is just made of rough bamboo and wood, which can barely shelter from wind and rain.

The dewdrops from the drooping bamboo shoots dripped down to the eaves of the bamboo building, and finally gathered in a bronze tripod on the ground.

"what?"

"That old bear is a brilliant man. He even knew how to use the exotic golden shoots grown in this mountain to create a dew-collecting field, collect the essence of the clouds and sky, and turn it into spring wine. It is similar to the wind-catching magic array on the seven-story pagoda on the top of Fuyao Mountain."

“Well, we shouldn’t have killed him. It would have been better to keep him as a guardian of the mountain!” Wu Yong was quite amazed when he saw the rough prototype of the Colorful Dew Formation.

The central bronze tripod is just an ordinary object. Apart from its size, there is nothing special about it. No one knows which tribe it was stolen from. But the cloud essence spring dew that is about to overflow inside is a good thing.

This gas becomes clouds and dew in the sky and turns into stalactites on the ground!

Although he didn't do fortune-telling often, Wu Yong suddenly had the urge to do some divination. He was also familiar with Liu Yao and Tai Yi, which were the basic practices in the Taoist temple.

Break off bamboo branches to replace yarrow, there are fifty great ways, and one of them is derived from heaven.
The hexagram was formed naturally, and Wu Yong's face lit up with joy. Looking at the cloud essence spring dew that was still dripping, he suddenly felt something in his heart.

The external elixir is usually made from gold and stone. Although gold and stone are solid, they cannot hold spiritual power. One should use the essence of clouds and sky, and the principles of clarity and turbidity, to divide the dantian into two parts.

The clear is the sky, the turbid is the earth, and the Fusang wood is used as the wood that supports the sky, so that the inner Dantian can open a world by itself, imitating the natural principles of heaven and earth, and is called a small blessed land. Refining the spirit and returning to emptiness, right now!

The opportunity had arrived. Wu Yong raised his right hand and threw the Wan'ya Pot into the air. The pot immediately turned into a red and purple cloud, floating around the Green Bamboo Peak.

A large project is being built at a dangerous place on the cliff. The Taoists who want to set up thirty-six thousand-foot formations are all looking towards the top of the cliff, and see red clouds rolling there, with a mysterious and yellow light shining across it. It is so mysterious!

"I think the Zongzi is dealing with something. Don't panic. We must work harder today to establish the foundation of this formation."

The sorcerers, led by Paper Chang, Barbarian Chang and Skull Chang, are taking the hard rocks from the top and bottom of the cliff, and using their secret magic, they intend to erect thirty-six thousand-foot-high steel pillars to serve as the foundation of the barrier array, to reinforce the natural dangers of the cliff, and to lay a foundation that will last forever!
The newly relocated people from Sanxiang did not engage in farming in the land of half-demons, and were only given a fruit mountain. Pei Qinhu was holding a book titled "Prevention and Control of Diseases and Disasters of Plant Roots" and shaking his head.

The other two Taoist villages that believe in Taiping Dao have been entering the sacred fields and pastures every day, picking mulberry leaves and building fences, and offering tablets to the God of Heaven every night to show the meaning of peace!
After another half a decade, Cui Yaer finally returned from the two cities of Zhonghuang and Beihuang, and following closely behind him came a diamond-shaped magic boat.
"Who are you? Stop!"

At the foot of Dafeng Ridge, two handsome young men pointed at the huge treasure boat in the sky. In an instant, two huge wooden spikes were thrown out from the green forest, intertwined in the air, and blocked the magic boat.

"This is the territory of the Fuyao Wu family, you are not allowed to enter without permission."

Mei Jun's face was serious, and he was the first to give the name of Wu.

There was no sound on the Dharma Boat for a while. After about ten breaths, an old voice was heard.

"Hahaha! I am the cultivator guarding the Eastern Wasteland, and I have come with several fellow Taoists from the Clouds to visit the head of the Wu Family."

"Young friend, why don't you open the formation and then report to your master."

Then he gently stroked his long beard and his voice became even deeper.

"You must know that I, Yunmeng, am the master of Qingyun Realm!"

But Mei Jun shook his head, with a look of indifference on his handsome face. He was not flustered by the name Yunmeng.

"I really don't know which family Yunmeng belongs to. Please take a rest, Taoist Xuan is in the mountains, we will report first!"

With a slight bow towards the Dharma Boat, the Plum and Peach Masters merged into the forest and fled straight to the top of the mountain using the Wood Escape Technique.

"Mr. Tao, go and get my elder brother, and I'll go and inform the Lord!"

The two of them worked together and went to Lingfeng Muxian Temple and Lingnan Taoist Temple respectively.

After relocating 100,000 villagers from six townships, Jingzhi Dafengling became the most important town. Wu Xuan led the Taoist camp and 1,000 militiamen to stay here.

At the same time, in order to reward the militiamen and Taoist soldiers for conquering twenty-seven monster nests to the east of the cliff and west of Dafengling, the Taoist camp built a foundation for more than a thousand militiamen and Taoist soldiers here for a hundred days.

In the Kyushu Realm, after seven years of study in the Taoist Academy, one can get through the initial stages of practicing Qi, saving decades of hard work and easily being able to practice Qi and transform it into a Qi Sea.

Ordinary Taoists do not have this kind of basic training, nor do they have the conditions to test whether their spiritual roots are sound and whether their dantian is strong and intact. They can only strengthen their bodies first, then refine their essence into qi, return their physical bodies to their innate state, and then try to practice qi.

The Daoying tested everyone's immortal roots and Taoist bones. Similar to Jiuzhou, 60 to 70 percent of them had healthy spiritual roots. However, people in the Great Wilderness were not like those in Jiuzhou. Their Dantian and physique were slightly weaker. Among the thousand militiamen, only 300 could practice Taoism. Only after they spent a huge amount of resources to build the foundation for a hundred days and their Dantian opened the sea of ​​qi, would they know what the success rate was!

"They are lucky."

"Back in Jiuzhou, when the counties were eliminated during the competition, anyone with the slightest flaw was ruthlessly eliminated. That was the true survival of the fittest. The Dao Court would not spend an extra penny of its resources for this!"

"Unlike them, as long as they still have spiritual roots and their physical bodies and dantian are not too damaged, they will all be given a hundred days to build their foundation."

“Spending so much resources”

Some people in the Taoist camp sighed with indescribable expressions.

"There is no shortage of spiritual medicine in the wilderness, so we can train some useful servants for the family! Even if the foundation is not built in a hundred days, the body will be strong and healthy, and can fight tigers and wolves."

"And there is no need to be envious. This ancient way of cultivation is not like the Taoist school's Daoyun training. It requires too much aptitude. Even if you open your Qi Sea, you will most likely stop at the first level for the rest of your life."

"At least that was the case for the first two generations of monks!"

Another Taoist soldier shook his head and accurately analyzed the problems faced by the first group of cultivators in the Southern Continent.

While several people were talking, they saw a green light disappear into the camp.

(End of this chapter)