After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

Coming from the western sky are three huge walking devices... No, judging by their aura and scorching brilliance, they should be magic weapons.

The biggest one is the one on the right. It is hundreds of feet long and hundreds of feet high. It is a glittering golden palace, surrounded by spiritual energy, painting the phantoms of green luan, colorful phoenix, golden dragon and white tiger. The fire breathes out, as if it is showing its magical powers to move the palace forward.

The one in the middle is a huge broad sword, splitting the air, flying towards Donglin Mountain like a stream of light, even though there is still a long distance, Ji Shi can still feel the incomparably sharp sword of the person on the broad sword meaning.

This sword intent is still somewhat familiar, Ji Shi thought silently.

The sword intent he has observed now is only two people, one is Yan Beigui, but although this guy uses the nameless sword as an attack weapon, he is not a sword cultivator, and the other is Xu Fanyun, an inner disciple of Tianjian Dao.

Ji Shi's mouth twitched when he thought of that female swordsman who was upright and a bit reckless, especially not good at reading atmosphere.

It seems that the walking tool in the image of this giant sword should be a person of Tianjian Dao.

On the left side of Tianjiandao and his entourage, there is a carved jade railing, and a luanjia with fluttering colors, coming from the wind, with a misty fairy air, and it has a certain kind of aloof and untouched temperament.

The three magic weapons were driving side by side, and no one was ahead of the other, but Ji Yiguang focused his divine power on his eyes and took a rough look, and he could see that someone on the three magic weapons shot at the other two magic weapons. A kind of trap, trying to hinder the other party.

Therefore, the sky in the west sometimes rains, sometimes shows the image of burning clouds, and sometimes a sword light splits everything.

Perhaps because the strength of the monks above is not much different, this kind of competition that should have depended on the speed of the magic weapon has not been decided so far.

Ji Shi stood on the tree-lined path in the mountains, looked up, and didn't look back until the three magic weapons passed by his head.

He asked Yan Beigui beside him: "Are these the three sects of immortality?"

"Well," Yan Beigui nodded, "You have seen Fellow Daoist Fanyun, the disciples of Tianjian Dao have a recognizable aura, as for the other two, the golden light palace is the magic weapon for the disciples of Xiaoyao Dao to go out, and Bai Yuluan drives It is the young city masters of Yuheng Road."

Lesser City Lord?

This word made Ji Shi raise his brows, Yan Beigui saw his doubts, and continued to explain: "The most outstanding disciple of every generation in Xiaoyao Dao is Zhenchuan, the best disciple of Tianjian Dao is the sword master, Yuheng Dao's way of cultivating disciples It is even more different, it is not like other sects, where disciples gather in one fairy city to practice, but ten city masters in ten fairy cities, and the best disciple of each city master becomes the young city master."

"Oh?" Ji Shi blinked and asked casually, "Wouldn't the infighting be serious?"

Not only is the internal strife in Yuheng Dao very serious, but it seems that the internal strife in the entire Immortal Dao is very serious. Just now, in front of countless casual cultivators in Donglin Mountain, it is said that the most elite disciples of the three sects who are in harmony with each other are actually fighting each other like this. It got stuck.

...you can take advantage of it.

Several thoughts popped up in Ji Shi's mind in an instant, waiting to be gradually perfected. Unfortunately, Yan Beigui on one side has already learned a lot about him because of getting along with him these days. Although Ji Shi didn't show anything on the surface, he just knew Chun Fellow Daoist made another bad idea.

"People in the Demonic Dao had the same thoughts as you back then, but after a thousand years, Yuheng Dao is still the number one sect in the Immortal Dao, and there has never been a sign of division. Although the three major sects are constantly fighting with each other, they will be unanimous at critical moments. .”

"..." Ji Shi.

This feeling of being guessed and then beaten is really bad.

And...how did Baimao guess what he was thinking?

Ji Shi began to struggle, Yan Beigui looked at his frowning brows, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, took Ji Shi's hand, and led him to the arena holding area where there are currently the most monks in Donglin Mountain.

The movements were extremely natural, and Ji Shi, who was caught in the horns, didn't realize that "a certain annoying white hair" was holding his hand again.

If it all boils down to it, Ji Shi might have gotten used to the feeling of being held hands by Yan Beigui all the way from Dongling Daji to Donglin Mountain.

The unintentional foresight of a certain white-haired Taoist priest is simply frightening to think about.

When the two reached the place where the monks held the ring, Yan Beigui let go of Ji Shi's hand very naturally, patted him awake, and said, "Fellow Daoist, we are here."

"Huh? Huh?"

Ji Shi, who was too distracted, raised his head, met the eyes of the surrounding monks who were looking at him, and was stunned, only to realize that he had changed his location before he knew it.

Ji Yi burst into cold sweat instantly.

Even if the other party is a Holy Mother, she can't be taken lightly by being beside Yan Beigui for a long time.

Moreover, Yan Beigui took him away, and he followed him. He obviously hated the other party but still did such a thing. How much did he trust Yan Beigui?

Because Yan Beigui is a saint, do you think the other party will not harm him?When did he become as naive as Xiao Er?

Yan Beigui saw that Ji Shi was awakened by him, and stared at his blushing and blushing face when he came back, thinking that he had done something wrong, so he recalled his behavior just now.

Only then did he realize that holding hands so easily and naturally was not very good for a male monk.

He didn't know that Ji Shi actually didn't know that someone was taking advantage of him when he was distracted. He misunderstood Ji Shi's expression at the moment, so his own expression became a little guilty.

His guilty conscience fell into Ji Shi's eyes, no matter how you look at it, it's disgusting.

The two looked at each other for a while, and finally Ji Shi gritted his teeth and said, "Young Daoist Yan, this is the first time for my younger brother to come to this place, why don't you take my younger brother to watch it?"

"...Naturally," Yan Beigui said guiltily, glanced at Ji Shi's hand held by him just now and retracted his eyes very quickly, turned around and made an inviting gesture, "Fellow Daoist Chun, come with me."

The two stepped into the arena holding area of ​​Donglin Mountain together.

These arenas are all in a depression surrounded by the Donglin Mountains.

The lush mountain forest only extends to the foot of the mountain, and the steep and gentle terrain is covered with soft grass. Now it is about to enter winter, and the slightly undulating grassland is a bit yellow. If you look farther away, you can see a small sapphire-like lake. The lake water reflects the late autumn sky.

Compared to Jade Crane Peak, the aura here is actually not bad.

Before seeing the arena, Ji Shi’s impression of the so-called arena was nothing more than the kind of martial arts competition arena with bright red ribbons on domestic third-rate TV dramas. Even if it is the arena in the cultivation world, it should be just a very big square platform There are various formations on the top, two or more people above each display their magic weapons and weapons, and a group of people below watch.

Compared with the mortal world, the arena in the realm of comprehension is just bigger.

After a while, Ji Shi realized that he had underestimated the cultivation world.

The arena in the realm of comprehension is not in the shape of a square platform.

... What the hell are those big pillars that are as thick as five or six people hugging each other, rising from the grass and rising from the lake?Why are those monks coming in and out from the bottom of the pillar?

Yan Beigui, who was leading the way, kept walking and seemed to have no intention of explaining, so Ji Shi had no choice but to follow him, merge into the crowd, and walk towards the tallest pillar closest to them.

The two of them bumped into the surface of the tall pillar one after the other. Ji Shi's eyes widened, waiting to see what would happen. Unexpectedly, his eyes just went dark, and then a gust of cool wind blew his face, and his eyes lit up again.

With divine power running to disperse the little dizziness, Ji Shi subconsciously reached out and stroked the edge of the Faceless God. Before he could take a good look at where this place was, he smelled the unique aroma of food.

Since I came to Canglan World, I seldom eat, even if I eat, I eat pure natural food without additives, without seasoning - the cooking skills of Daming's survivors can't be seen directly - even the meat that has not completely eliminated the smell Ji Yi was miserable.

The only meal after traveling was at a poor stonemason's house. Ji Shi's view of Canglan Great World cuisine is equivalent to that of people on Earth to the cuisine of the Kingdom of Great Britain.

Now it seems that it's just that he didn't eat well.

His eyes slowly scanned the vast hall inside the high column, and found that most of the places were decorated with tables of eight immortals, and monks sat on the floor on cushions, and there were three or four different places, each with three topaz screens Surrounded by it, only one side was exposed in the direction of the seats of the people.

There are pots, tiles and pans hanging on the topaz screen, and the flames jumping in the stove are definitely not like ordinary fires, like a modern open kitchen. At this moment, two monks are turning a cauldron.

The two monks who acted as chefs were both wearing wide-sleeved robes, and their movements were as graceful as flowing clouds and water, but this did not change the fact that they were messing around.

When Ji Shi was speechless, Yan Beigui, who had been silent before, finally began to perform his duties as a tour guide and began to introduce Ji Shi.

"The way of the fairy chef is different from ordinary people's cooking. It is one of the branches of alchemy. I didn't expect this to be the one to compete in this arena. Fellow Daoist Chun, you and I are lucky today."

Ji Shi said: "...No need to spend money?"

Yan Beigui said: "All fellow Taoists here are judges, so you don't have to worry about this."

After finishing speaking in a low voice, the two found an unoccupied Eight Immortals table, and sat down on the floor like the others. Soon a maid brought tea, and Ji Shi took a sip. The tea is very good, very bitter at the beginning, which reminds people of all kinds of hardships and hardships, until the end, there is a little aftertaste of sweetness on the back of the tongue, just like the joy when looking back after hardships.

Ji Yi put down the teacup.

Yan Beigui, who was sitting opposite him, put down at the same time, looked at Ji Shi's face, and asked with a smile, "How is it?"

After waking up from the feeling brought by the tea, Ji Shi's expression didn't change a bit, and he sighed in a low voice: "...the reputation is well-deserved."

...It really is the method of the immortal family.

Even now he himself can pretend to be a fairy or something, but the fright brought by this different world is too great.

He had to restrain the contemptuous attitude unique to modern people.

While he was sighing, the comprehension version of the chef king competition over there had reached the final stage, and everyone watched the two monks of the way of the fairy chef move more and more, and they played out a series of formulas, and the treasure that was about to be out of the pot There is a strong aroma and a touch of brilliance on the food.

At this moment, two more monks came in, and the leader, a short male cultivator, turned around and greeted the people behind him: "It's just in time for the pot to start, brother, let's find a seat quickly."

After finishing speaking, this male cultivator with a somewhat jumpy personality quickened his pace, but when he turned around, he happened to see Yan Beigui and Ji Shi who were seated at the front.

He was stunned for a moment, and then took out a magic weapon of the feather fan.

"Yan Haoran, it's you... who came to fight!"

The author has something to say:

——If Ji Yi didn’t travel through——

Ji Shi recently heard the news that the tortoise was released from prison.

The tortoise was the second-in-command in that underworld organization back then. The boss had already been shot, but the second-in-command managed to escape with his life.

Ji Shi urgently moved Ji Xiaoer with him, but a few days after the move, a stranger knocked on the door of his house.

Ji Shi opened the small window on the door, looked at the young man outside the door, and asked angrily, "Who are you looking for?"

Outside the door, a handsome young man with a young face but short gray hair smiled and said, "Hi, my name is Yan Beigui, and I'm a policeman."