After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

"Sorry, we will compensate for this accident."

Yin Hao is very sincere to Jiang Yingliu.

This is the main hall of Sanren Dao in Mingtai, the hall where the covenant was signed a year ago. Now this hall is no longer what it used to be. On the curtains on all sides, in addition to the talisman patterns, there are more auspicious clouds and lotus flowers. Surrounded by columns and curtains, there are hundreds of monks.

After Yin Hao said this to Jiang Yingliu, he bowed to the people around him.

"Scared everyone, please accept our little gift later."

The eyes staring at Yin Hao from all around were originally a little unkind, but after hearing that it was beneficial, the unkindness was taken back.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yin Hao quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Also in this great hall, the Spring Mountain demon spirits and the Yin family merchants who came to Sanren Dao with the team, their hearts were in the same way as their high priests.

After finishing this movement in their hearts, everyone's eyes turned to the back again. On the bisi sycamore wooden bench decorated with spirit stones and pearls brought by the mountain patrol team, Mr. Chunshan leaned on the back of the chair with his legs crossed, his eyes wide open. close up.

As the chief culprit of everything, there was no trace of guilt on the face of the handsome god.

Sitting beside him, Yan Beigui, who was forced to wear his hair up in a bun, even if it was disheveled, was better than embarrassing himself in front of everyone, with a worried look on his face.

Of course he would be uneasy, because half an hour ago, after he said those words, the uncle he had a crush on did something to shake the entire Mingtai, even though the buildings here were all built with magic spells , connected with the prohibition, is also useless, and almost all the houses have collapsed.

Only the main hall in the center, which is protected by various formations, is safe—if you don’t look at the cracks on the wall—so the monks of the undisciplined way, and the spring mountain demon spirits who are being arranged to live in, all gathered here Come up to the main hall.

"I think Mr. Chunshan made an unintentional mistake this time, how can I ask you to compensate me?"

Jiang Yingliu was pushed out to make polite remarks.

"Really?" Yin Hao turned his head and asked in doubt, "But you don't have spirit stones?"

The facial expressions of a group of poor ghosts who are scattered in human way collapsed at the same time.

Yin Hao didn't seem to notice it, and he continued: "It's okay, it's just a little money anyway."

Scattered people: "..."

They wondered in their hearts: Obviously this guy is not wearing golden clothes like Yuanji, why do they feel that they seem to be blind when this guy said this sentence?

He successfully deterred a group of immortal monks with his aura of local tyrants, and just as the earthquake had stopped, the local tyrants from Chunshan went out to help rebuild without saying a word.

Ji Shi, who seemed to be in a daze with his eyes closed, opened them.

That Yan Beigui was still sitting next to him, and seeing Ji Shi's gaze cast over him, he quickly showed a cautiously ingratiating smile.

He seems to have misunderstood Ji Shi's reaction after hearing his words into Ji Shi hating him very much.

No, Ji Shi thought in his mind, he really hates it...

"Friend Spring?"

When Ji Shi's thoughts slipped to a deeper place, someone suddenly called out.

It has been a long time since I heard this address, Ji Shi suddenly raised his head and found that the person calling him was not Yan Beigui, but Xu Fanyun.

"Why is the fairy here?" Ji Shi asked, "The relationship between Tianjian Dao and Sanren Dao is so good?"

"Transfer the duties for someone else." Xu Fanyun replied, her eyes fell on Yan Beigui, she looked at Yan Beigui's expression and look, and quickly confirmed, "Is it alright?"

"Since there has been no sign of improvement before," Ji Shi said, "how could it be better all of a sudden."

"After all, you are different." Female Sword Cultivator said, "I thought..."

These days, many people have said similar unfinished words in front of Ji Shi, Ji Shi's forehead twitched, and he turned to look at Yan Beigui again.

"Fairy Fanyun," Ji Shi asked, "Dare to ask, after Baimao fainted, who else has touched him besides you?"

"No," Xu Fanyun himself recalled many times, "There are no suspicious people."

Ji Shi frowned and thought, his eyes fell on the area where Xu Fanyun was, but his eyes were empty, obviously immersed in his thoughts.

On that day, there were many outsiders in Sanren Dao.

It was because of the covenant signed between Shinto and Immortal Dao. If there hadn’t been a group of demons breaking the membranes of heaven and earth, the normal process would have been that everyone lingered on the Ming Terrace for seven days.

Too many monks from other sects came here, the composition is complicated, not to mention there are magic cultivators...

……etc!Magic repair!

Ji Shi's eyes suddenly focused on Xu Fanyun.

"Where's your maid?" he asked.

"What?" Xu Fanyun was very puzzled by Ji Shi's question.

Ji Shi, who had guessed a few possibilities, was too lazy to continue talking to Xu Fanyun. Tens of thousands of thoughts emerged from his mind one by one, and then sank faster than they appeared. In an instant, he grasped a feasible method and stood up. Get up and turn around.

That Yan Beigui looked at him for no reason.The people in the main hall went out one after another. Ji Shi who stood up was unobtrusive, but the next moment he took Yan Beigui's hand, pulled Yan Beigui up, and walked against the crowd into the main hall.

"Friend Spring?!"

The spirit sword buzzed in the mind world, and Xu Fanyun, who had a bad feeling, was about to catch up, when he realized that the two had disappeared.

Ji Shi dragged Yan Beigui along the secret path that Yan Beigui took him a year ago, up to the dome of the hall.

A year has passed, and the scenery around Mingtai has hardly changed. The midday sun pierces through the clouds and dispels all the haze.

In the daylight, except for the messy Mingtai itself after the earthquake, everything else is normal.

Ji Shi was a little surprised at first that his mood swings could cause Mingtai to react like this.

But he soon realized that the reason why Mingtai echoed his emotions was not because he had a deeper understanding of the virtues of the earth, but because of the soul of Chunshan Mountain that he had mastered.

Spring mountain soul, pure mountain soul.

Mingtai can no longer be called a mountain. It has lost its past name, past owner, and past soul, but this place still has a deep nostalgia for the pure mountain soul.

It was the first time for Yuemo to come to such a height, and Yan Beigui, who was like a child, was a little excited.

He threw himself in front of Zhulan, bent down and looked down, the sky spread out above his head, the earth spread under his feet, and Ji Shi stood behind him, looking at the sky lightly.

After a while, Ji Yi raised his hand.

Xiao Canglan passed through the realm of the gods, and passed from Ji Shi in the shade to Ji Shi on the Mingtai. The jade chapter just touched the palm of his hand, and it began to emit a faint and soft fluorescence.

The Sanren Taoists who were cleaning the ruins felt the ground under their feet shake again.

Jiang Yingliu stopped using the dust removal technique, and said speechlessly, "No way, come again?"

There were obviously not a few people who had the same complaints in their hearts, but the people from Chunshan who were vaguely hostile did not pay attention to their complaints, but raised their heads one by one.

They are all believers of Chunshan God, and they can faintly sense the characteristics from the power of Shangshen. If it is said that half an hour ago, the sudden burst of divine power of Shangshen filled Ji Shi himself with surprise and absurdity, then at this moment, it turned into a little bit. The divine power shed by the bright yellow light is incredibly gentle.

Everyone in the Sanren Dao realized something was wrong after a while.

Ji Shi mobilized the power of the mountain soul and swept away the half of the mountain below.

After Sanren Dao tried many times to get rid of it, the sword intent that cut off the pure mountain thousands of years ago still stubbornly occupied every inch of the mountain, making Mingtai barren, and even if it was full of aura, it was not suitable for living beings to survive.

Ji Shi was very patient, pulling out these sword intents one by one, and then combing the earth's energy to activate the earth's veins.

Jiang Yingliu, who felt the movement under her feet, jumped three feet away, and the folding fan in her hand slapped open. This time, the big cursive characters that appeared on the folding fan were not playboys, but turned into a dancing swallowtail butterfly.

In the blink of an eye, he laid down twelve rough layers of restraints, and before he could continue to set up the formation, the things moving underground finally broke through the barriers on the ground and spewed out.

It is a clear spring.

The spring water soared into the sky, and then fell one by one. Under the unbelievable gazes of the Sanren Taoists, dots of greenery overflowed from the place where the spring water fell.

Obviously, this change was not the only one. Jiang Yingliu closed the folding fan and looked around.

Where there is no grass, it becomes full of vitality in a blink of an eye.

"Breeding all things, carrying all things, the virtue of the earth... Is this Dongling Chunshan Jun?"

Some people sighed in low voices that Ji Shi didn't hear it. A little increased incense is not even a grain of grain for him who now has a vast sea of ​​incense, let alone his original intention is not to help Sanren Dao to optimize the environment.

The sword intent that was pulled out gathered in Ji Shi's hands and turned into the phantom of a long sword.

I don't know if this is a thousand years ago, which sword cultivator's powerful sword intent, even after a thousand years, still has such power.

The Haoran Sword Intent hanging above his head sensed another Sword Intent and vibrated violently. Yan Beigui, who was attracted by the miraculous spring return of the earth below, felt the alarm from the Haoran Sword Intent, but turned his head slowly for a moment.

Holding the sword intent left by Da Neng thousands of years ago, Ji Shi swiftly stabbed at Yan Beigui.

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Central Plains, Xuanji Demon City, where the Demon Puppet Dao Sect is located.

Someone in the darkness said angrily: "If you want you to bring Mr. Chunshan here, why can't you do it?!"

In the dark environment, many people could be vaguely seen kneeling on the ground. If anyone who is familiar with the Canglan cultivation world is here, he will be surprised why the people kneeling are not only the magic cultivators of the Demon Puppet Dao, but also the demon cultivators. There are blood rivers and red concubines demon cultivators.

Is there anyone in the Canglan cultivation world who can command the three demon sects at the same time?

Even Patriarch Yuheng couldn't make everyone in the Three Immortals Sect listen to him.

The kneeling demon cultivators were obedient, and left quickly to continue their mission. Only one demon puppet Taoist monk who was accompanied by a huge puppet was still standing there.

"That Jun Shan is with Yan Haoran now, right?"

"That's right, Yan Haoran has been tampered with by me." The magic puppet monk replied.

"Sir Shunhu is very urgent. I hope your method will not be the same as those who boasted before. They talk too much and have no effect at all."

The magic puppet monk bowed and saluted.

A cold grin bloomed on his lips, and he said: "Please wait for the good news, my lord, the villain will bring back that divine cultivation soon."