After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

In this year, Yan Beigui fell into a very strange situation.

Dao Yuanshen, the devil puppet, tampered with him himself, not only did not let the Sanren Dao people who were inspecting him find any traces, but also smashed into the Haoran sword.

After breaking the seal and breaking the seal, he was about to test him and recognize the Lord Haoran Sword.

Haoranjian chose the former without hesitation between the guardian and the trial, so Yan Beigui was tragically thrown in the cracks of the heart training trial, unable to wake up, and unable to really conduct the trial.

...Although his luck is usually not particularly good, compared with this time, the bad luck in the past is not like bad luck at all.

After all, he could solve the unlucky things in the past by using various methods, but this time, all his efforts were useless.

Yan Beigui propped up his nine-year-old body, sitting on the steps in front of a teahouse.

He is wearing the kind of blouse at the moment, the clothes worn by scholars, but the size does not match his body, it is obviously made from adult clothes to make it smaller, Yan Beigui does not need to look at it, but he also knows that it is not easy to be seen under the armpit. Wherever I saw it, patches were crookedly sewn.

The blouses are off-white, and poor people have no money to buy dyed clothes.

But he was tall, not sallow and emaciated, and his hands had some calluses, but only a few.

He still remembers that when he was young, although his family was not rich, he had never been short on food. As for the calluses on his hands, they were worn out by the drum sticks of the flower-skinned small drum used by the storyteller.

Yan Beigui's eyes moved from his hands to the surrounding environment.

There are people coming and going in front of the teahouse, and the opposite shop is Huan Huan Pu. The clerk opened the cauldron of boiling water, and the steam was rising slowly. There was a picker carrying a box and selling a big bowl of tea, squatting on the steps like him. There should be a lot of people in the teahouse behind him. After all, his father's storytelling is quite famous in Baidi Immortal City. Many people heard that he was speaking for a story, and they would come to join him no matter what section he was talking about.

This is a small corner of the Great Thai Imperial Capital.

It was the most familiar scene for Yan Beigui, who had not embarked on the path of cultivation many years ago.

...if the scene wasn't gray and white and everything was still.

Haoran Sword left him in the trial that hadn't started, and then got carried away and went to fight with the puppet, dao, and demon cultivators. Logically, Yan Beigui should be grateful to Haoran Sword. Other than this person, Yan Beigui didn't know who else could look at the opportunity so tirelessly to find trouble with him—that's right, but after being thrown here, after an unknown number of years, Yan Beigui, who is as broad-minded as he is, couldn't help becoming anxious.

"I don't know if Ji Shi will worry about me," Yan Beigui thought after some time passed, "Shouldn't he hit me on the head with Xiao Canglan?"

Ji Shi.

He recited the name in his mind again, and after cheering himself up, he dived into the "Awe-inspiring Scripture" again.

Apart from finding a way to leave the trial from the "Awe-inspiring Scripture", he couldn't think of any other way to leave here.

Occasionally, he can take a moment to think about what happened when he was nine years old, so that the trial of Haoran Sword will start at this time.

He recalled carefully, and found that the memory of this year was too vague, and it seemed that there was something blocking his exploration of the divine sense.

Yan Beigui withdrew from his memory one hundred and eight times, and changed his mood to read "The Great Scripture".

At first he thought it was no different from the past one hundred and seven times, but he opened his eyes and found that the scene in front of him seemed to be shaken. Even the gray and white of the wooden poles faded into two parallel lines.

Yan Beigui blinked and raised his head.

Suppressing him, preventing him from loosening his movements a little bit, Yan Beigui stood up and looked up at the gray sky.

A sound like lightning exploded in the sky.

"My mother woke me up, Baimao!"

After yelling this sentence, Ji Shi was chased by Haoran's sword intent.

It seems a little inelegant to describe it like this, but it is indeed a true portrayal of Ji Shi's current state.

When Yan Beigui held the Haoran Sword, he was able to kill the demon soldiers and generals in Jiutian. Compared with those demon soldiers and generals, Ji Shi can only be regarded as a small person with some skills.

Haoran Sword Intent didn't know who Ji Shi was, and it was completely merciless when it was angered by another Sword Intent.

Although Ji Shi specifically pulled out that trace of sword intent from the Mingtai to provoke the Haoran Sword, which is also considered as benevolent, but he never expected that he would become so embarrassed in the end.

The only good thing is that the puppets who chased him before were not the enemies of the Haoran sword, and they all fell down and were scrapped.

The overwhelmed hall finally collapsed.

Ji Shi jumped out of the billowing smoke, waved away the smoke, and raised his eyes to see something flickering between the eyebrows of Yan Beigui, who had been stabbed by him.

Probably Hao Ranjian wanted to get out of the heart world.

Just relying on the sword intent to make him so embarrassed, what if the real body came out?

Ji Shi took a breather, thinking about whether he should escape from the earth or what to do next, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a white-haired old man standing in front of him.

The old man with white hair was blown tremblingly by the strong wind from the surrounding fights, as if he would fall down in the next moment, but there was a person beside him, reaching out to support him.

Ji Shi felt his muscles tense all of a sudden, and before his brain made a judgment, he subconsciously retreated into the smoke.

This is a... real person of Yuanshen.

Ji Shi glanced at the man who was supporting the old man, and saw that the man was smiling, his eyes were empty, and he thought that he was still a true soul of a puppet.

There are only two soul masters of the Demon Puppet Dao, one is the master of the Demon Puppet Dao, and the other is the Daoist Taixu. Everything in the world that this sect pursues is a puppet. Yuanshen is not easy.

The old man in front of him is not like the head of the magic puppet Taoism in the rumors, so he is the real Taixu.

Taixu Daoist is a very big Yuanshen Daoist who has a feud with Yan Bei. After all, it is a shocking thing for anyone to be killed, even for a demon cultivator who has no teacher-student relationship. angry thing.

"Why do I feel like I'm dragged down by you again, Baimao?"

Yan Beigui who was questioned by Ji Shi did not make a sound.

But a bunch of purple lotuses bloomed around the body of the white-haired Taoist, protecting him.

Ji Shi glanced at the wound on Yan Beigui's abdomen. He didn't force too much when he stabbed it in. He touched about half an inch. After the blood smeared a small piece on the Taoist robe, it seemed to stop automatically.

The blood halo was so conspicuous that Ji Shi couldn't look away when he saw it. His fingertips trembled, wanting to cast a spell on Yan Beigui to stop the bleeding.

"At first I thought Mr. Chun Shan was so decisive," Tai Xu sneered when he saw his reaction, "I still can't bear to see my lover get hurt."

Ji Shi's fingertips trembled again.

This time, he didn't want to stop Yan Beigui's bleeding, his hands were itchy, and he wanted to punch Taixu in the face.

He felt that his emotions were not obvious, but Tai Xu seemed to know what he was thinking, chuckled, raised a golden bell, and shook it gently.

The moment the ethereal bell rang, He San Ren Dao and Chun Shan Lai stopped the wrestling puppets suddenly.

The Sanren Dao people and Ji Shi's subordinates stopped panting. They were in a fog when they were fighting, and now they are also in a fog when they stop fighting. Hundreds of people exchanged glances, and finally they all looked at the first change in the situation. Looking at the place where Chun Shanjun and Yan Haoran were originally.

Although the main hall collapsed, it was still easy to find these two people.

Within a day, the sanren dao camps that suffered several disasters could hardly see their original appearance. The broken walls and ruins collapsed everywhere. On the vermilion pillars painted with peonies in relief, all the petals of peony flowers fell, and the glazed jade tiles fell to the ground. Shattered, tarnished, and stomped on.

The golden bell rang again, and every time it rang, Yan Beigui took a step forward.

Ji Shi gritted his teeth secretly, but heard Tai Xu say: "Do you want to kill me?"

"How many people in the world don't want to kill you, has the real person counted?" Ji Yi said in a bad tone.

"Indeed," Taixu laughed loudly, "but what if those ants want to kill me? They are just being manipulated into killing intent, just like you are now, Mr. Chun Shan, who is affected by what I do and what I do. What can such a puppet do to me?"

Ji Yi: "..."

Lord Shanshen didn't talk to many demon cultivators, and looking at it now, it is indeed difficult for ordinary people to understand the thinking of demon cultivators.

He also didn't want to understand the thinking of a psychopath. Xiao Canglan appeared in his hand in a flash, and before he could do anything, Taixu said: "Are you sure you want to do it? Really don't care about Yan Haoran's life?"

Ji Shi originally wanted to say that he didn't care at all, and that the sooner Baimao died, the better, but he opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Taixu laughed.

Ji Shi's reaction was within his expectations, or in other words, the result of his manipulation.

"Someone wants to invite Mr. Chunshan as a guest. The little guys who sent invitations before were all kicked out by Mr. Chunshan. It is a last resort to let the old man come to see you. It is not too late. Please come with me, Mr. Tiger?"

When Taixu said this, Yan Beigui had already followed the guidance of the golden bell and stood behind him.

Obviously, this old devil wanted to take Yan Beigui as a hostage to blackmail Ji Shi.

Ji Shi thought for a moment, then walked towards Tai Xu.

Yin Hao in the crowd wanted to stop him: "God!"

"Don't worry," Ji Shi didn't look back, and raised his hand to stop him, "I also want to meet for a while, who is the person who invited me to be a guest."

"But……"

"No need to say more."

"……Yes."

Yin Hao bowed his head and backed away, Ji Shi looked at Xu Fanyun who wanted to rush up, but was jealous of Yan Beigui as a hostage.

When Yan Beigui fell from the Nine Heavens, he was always in sight. It was not so easy for Taixu to do tricks. If he wanted to give Yan Beigui a puppet thread, he could only use internal responses.

"Fairy Fanyun," Ji Shi said, "Please say hello to your maid for me, it's not easy for a golden core cultivator of the Red Concubine Way to do this for Lurking."

Xu Fanyun cried out: "What?!"

Ji Shi didn't bother to explain to her, so he walked up to Taixu, and Yan Beigui, who was standing behind Taixu with empty eyes, looked at each other silently, looked away, and looked at Taixu.

"Poor lover." The old devil sighed hypocritically, and took out a talisman.

The ink on the paper was bright red, and its flowing power was extraordinary. With Ji Shi's little knowledge of talismans, he could only recognize that it was a moving talisman.

The talisman that had been infiltrated with true essence flashed slightly. Although there was a little trouble, but the final result was still predictable, Taixu laughed and wanted to move Ji Shi and Yan Beigui with him.

At this moment, the puppet Taoist disciple hiding in the crowd saw a flash of light between Yan Haoran's eyebrows behind Taixu, and the Haoran sword turned into a stream of light and flew out.

Before the disciple had time to remind him, Ji Shi, who was standing in front of Tai Xu, moved almost at the same time as Yan Beigui, raising Xiao Canglan.