Notes on building a city in the immortal world

"Did you buy that too?" Daoist Huang Yu asked strangely.

Wang Shuyuan looked confused.

Even more ignorant than him were the two disciples who were in charge of delivering the items.

After they saluted the Great Elder, they looked at Wang Shuyuan in a daze: "Of course we brought back the spirit tea, but didn't you order this magical artifact... Junior Brother Bai Luo said, we must put it in as soon as we go back." At the top of the Tianfeng Altar."

Tianfeng Temple is located at the second mountain gate of the main peak of Changhua Sect. It is the place where monks of Changhua Sect preach scriptures and Dharma, also known as the "big forum".

Because of this, the disciples of the Changhua Sect will hang out at the Temple of Heaven even if they are free.

That place is where the Changhua faction is most densely populated.

What is the purpose of installing the magic weapon in such a place?

Wang Mingzhi squinted his eyes at the "Dharma Artifact", but didn't say anything.

And Master Huang Yu went directly to check the safety of the "magic weapon".

Wang Shuyuan was a little flustered: "I didn't buy a magic weapon!"

"It's so strange," some people were wary of Bailushan and Wang Shuyuan, "You couldn't have accepted a bribe and agreed to something that Nangongqin shouldn't have, so you bought that tea... right?"

The man interrupted before finishing his sentence.

Elder Wang Mingzhi stuffed the milk tea with only one bottom left in his hand into the doorman's hand:

"Drink it!"

"Yes?"

The doorman glanced at the tooth marks on the opening of the jar that Wang Mingzhi had bitten out, and took the milk tea with a mournful face.

Then he started belching black smoke.

Wang Shuyuan heaved a sigh of relief.

During this period of time, all the malice in the Changhua faction can be replaced by "disease".

But Wang Shuyuan felt that he had to say something.

"I don't think Nangong Qin has any malice towards our Changhua faction." It's better to say that he doesn't care at all.

Wang Shuyuan said: "But in comparison, I think the condition of those disciples on the train is more serious than those in the sect."

Having said that, he relayed the "Hundred Stories" that Bai Luo and the others had conducted.

It's just that Wang Shuyuan's focus is not Bai Luo's frightening first story, nor the third story (?) that proves Lei Jie, but the long and boring second story told by Shu Weng.

Wang Mingzhi listened expressionlessly at first.

Halfway through the story, he seemed unable to stand the boringness of the story, and yawned heavily.

"That's it!" Wang Mingzhi interrupted Wang Shuyuan's narration, and said with a sleepy face: "It turns out that it has something to do with Jianmu... There is no need to investigate the cause of the disease!"

"...Ah? Why?" Everyone was stunned.

"Because the development of our sect is related to Jianmu!"

Wang Mingzhi smiled, but his smile was a bit sarcastic.

Wang Mingzhi looked at his disciples, and found that except for a few old people, the younger (relatively speaking) disciples all looked unclear.

Wang Mingzhi sighed:

"Speaking of which, I haven't mentioned it in recent years!"

"When I first became the head, I went to Jianmu for the first time."

"At that time, the Changhua Sect was still a small sect, and I, who was only in the Yuanying stage, was already the most promising person in this sect, so we didn't even have a place on Jianmu, and entered the discussion of the Zhengdao League Halls will be thrown out."

Some disciples asked strangely: "Isn't the conference hall able to change its size according to the number of people? Why was it thrown out?"

"The children nowadays are really living happily." An old man shook his head and said, "Don't you need to consume spiritual power to maintain the size of the meeting hall? And the smaller the sect, the more they hope to participate in the regular meeting of the Zhengdao League. They need to expand their reputation before they can recruit more disciples, and the regular meeting is their showcase! If you let the small sects enter the meeting hall casually, there will be a bunch of idlers every day. Fortunately, the cultivation base of the small sects is not very high, so the more established The higher the wood is, the higher the requirements for cultivation are, and only during the big regular meetings will special spiritual cards be given to the small sects and Sanxian to help them fly to the top of Jianmu and let them participate in the regular meeting."

"How can this be?!" The rookie disciple felt that his three views had been subverted.

"You can pretend to be a loose fairy in this kind of thing, and you will find out by climbing Jianmu yourself! Don't disturb me!" Wang Mingzhi waved his hand impatiently, "Anyway, our sect was very poor at that time! Walking in Jianmu You can’t afford even a single leaf in the market!”

"That's really poor!" The disciple nodded.

In fact, the leaves of Jianmu are treasures of heaven and earth, very expensive, and most monks cannot afford them.

Wang Mingzhi glared at the idiot disciple, and continued to talk about ancient times.

"But I was used to being poor at that time, and I like to go shopping in the market even if I don't have money."

"That day, I was walking in the market when I was suddenly stopped by a beggar!"

"That beggar is strange!"

"([email protected][email protected]=)What's so strange?" asked the stupid disciple.

"Think about it, aren't beggars on Jianmu not strange?" Daoist Huang Yu, who was inspecting the magic weapon, couldn't help but interjected.

Beggars are rarely seen among monks.

After all, no matter how bad a monk is, as long as his spiritual roots are not cut off, he can become a "fairy teacher" among ordinary people.

If a monk becomes a beggar, he is either practicing a special technique, or the boss is "experiencing life".

People prefer the latter.

Not only mortals, monks also like the stories of getting something for nothing when they meet a boss and hug their thighs.

The idiot disciple had obviously heard similar stories, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Did the Great Elder have an adventure?"

Wang Mingzhi let out two "hehe".

"The beggar asked me for 31 and a half yuan low-grade spirit stones..."

"What a coincidence! At that time, I had exactly 31 and a half pieces of spiritual stones, not too many, and half of them were accidentally broken when I practiced my exercises in the morning!"

"You gave it?" the idiot disciple said excitedly.

"If you keep talking, I'll throw you down the Hongqiao!" Wang Mingzhi stared.

The idiot disciple finally shut his mouth.

Wang Mingzhi glared at him again, and then continued:

"The beggar asked me for 31 and a half yuan low-grade spirit stones, and I happen to have so many spirit stones on me."

"...But I didn't give it!"

"I said this is my only property, why should I give it to others?"

"The beggar asked me again for the piece of jade on my hat, and he said that in that case, give him the piece of jade, and he will repay me."

"But I said this is a token from my Taoist companion, how can I give it to outsiders?"

Everyone present knew that Wang Mingzhi, the chief elder of the Changhua School, had been single for 700 years, not to mention a couple, and he didn't even have a scandal partner, which made people want to cry.

"The beggar asked for the pancakes in my hand again, saying that he hadn't eaten for three days and was about to starve to death."

"I said what monks eat, I just gnawed and played."

"The beggar said, meeting is fate, or you can give me your toothpick!"

"I said my toothpick was made of jianmu branches! He can't afford it!"

"The beggar actually took out a piece of wood, saying it was the core of Jianmu, and exchanged it for my branches."

"I said I'm not fooled!"

"Unexpectedly, the beggar hugged my thigh and said that I was destined, so he forced the wooden core into my arms."

"He said that I will definitely find the treasure with this wooden core, and I can just repay him in the future."

"I thought it was too annoying at the time, so I brought the wooden core back."

"That wooden core is the bookman!"

"I did find the spirit mine in the second year! Our sect has developed."

"Later, our sect was finally qualified to enter the meeting hall of Zhengdao League, and I found out that the beggar back then was Jiuding Tianjun!"

Having said that, Wang Mingzhi hiccupped and let out a breath of foul air.

Wang Shuyuan also paid special attention to the tone of the elder, and was relieved to find that there was no color.

It doesn't appear to be a "disease".

But it doesn't seem too bad if the story comes true?

"Why is it different from other stories! Isn't it rewarded for doing good deeds?" the idiot disciple sighed in a daze.

"That's deceitful," an old man took the opportunity to teach him: "The so-called fate is that you can't hide it no matter what!"

"Fu Yuan..."

Wang Mingzhi sneered in his heart.

He originally thought so, so he was very grateful to Jiuding Tianjun, and tried his best to meet whatever request the Zhengdao League had.

But when Wang Mingzhi reaches the Void Refining Stage, he will be able to spy on other world lines!

He was surprised to find that it seemed to be his "destiny" to find the spiritual mines, no matter which world line he could dig out the two inexhaustible spiritual mines.

It's just that in the world line where he didn't meet beggars, didn't accept Jianmu wooden core, or threw away the wooden core, he would be killed and his sect would be destroyed because of discovering such a huge treasure.

And he accepted Jianmu Muxin, with the bookman, there is a secret realm, so he can grow his power as soon as possible and survive.

From this point of view, it seems that Jianmu Muxin changed his fate against the sky.

Wang Mingzhi thanked Jiuding Tianjun and Zhengdaomeng even more.

But he also felt a little strange:

Why would I die if I didn't build a wooden core?Although it is really enviable to dig the Lingshi Mine, Wang Mingzhi feels that he is cautious enough. Even if there is no secret realm in the early stage, he should be able to farm in a low-key way for a long time.

Wang Mingzhi researched the cause of his death in other world lines.

He soon noticed that it seemed that someone deliberately disclosed his finding of the Lingshi Mine, so that he died.

As for who these people are...

At the cost of delaying his cultivation, Wang Mingzhi specially practiced space-related exercises, and almost found out.

But he didn't make it to the end.

Because he saw his own destiny, the destiny of the Changhua Sect, the destiny of the Zhengdao League, and even the destiny of this world.

Wang Mingzhi thinks that it is better for people not to know too much.

Like now.

"So, since the Bookman has appeared, I don't think the reason is important, and it won't be harmful to us after all." No wonder!

Wang Mingzhi said expressionlessly: "Anyway, didn't we also get the spiritual tea that can cure diseases?... Shuyuan, you should buy more of these spiritual teas, and keep the amount of one liter* for each disciple every day! All the spent spirit stones will be taken from the sect’s accounts!”

"Yes!" Wang Shuyuan replied seriously.

Looking at Hongqiao in the distance, Wang Mingzhi paused, and then said, "Also, prepare your flying horse to participate in this East China Sea auction!"

"? Didn't you say that because of the infectious disease, we'd better not go?" Others asked strangely.

"Who says not to go? We are going! We must go in a big way! Let everyone know that we are healthy and healthy!"

Wang Mingzhi stared and said.

What is the "cause" can be ignored, but absolutely no one can see my weakness!

In the world of cultivating immortals, being weak is the original sin of all!

The author has something to say: * In ancient times, one liter was two hundred milliliters

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