After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

Ten years have passed since Yan Beigui made a decision that he will not tell Ji Shi for the time being.

The icy north wind brings the cold air from the cold eyes of the world, and blows all the way to the south from the place farther north than the Arctic Ice Sheet. When Ji Shichu arrived in Donglin Mountain, he still felt the autumn weather was high and refreshing. In the blink of an eye, the trees were covered with frost, and the cold wind was howling. .

For those monks who have dreamed of it for a hundred years, the change of season is at most the next day. For mortals, it is the most difficult season of the year.

In the mountain temple in Chunshan, a child's thick wrist-thick incense was lit, and Yin Hao beat the animal skin drum in the midst of the lingering clouds and incense.

The material for the head of this animal skin drum comes from a ferocious monster that can nourish the spirit of Dzogchen brought by the hunting team of the Daming clan before Ji Shi left.Chaohe, who could only perform better in other respects because he was not selected as the leader, desperately killed this ferocious beast that wanted to break into the settlement of the Daming survivors and dedicated it to the God of Spring Mountain.

Ji Shi asked Yin Hao to use it casually, and the young man practiced the method of the priest, planning to refine a sacrificial drum specially for worshiping the gods.

The monster didn't know what kind of bloodline supernatural power it had awakened. Although it was dead, there was still a bit of spirituality left on its skin. Yin Hao's sacrificial drum had just been made, and it sounded like thunder when no one beat it. the sound of.

At that time, Ji Shi heard about it, took a look at the animal skin drum, and took it from Yin Hao as a carrier for practicing divine characters and talismans.

Today, this animal skin drum is nailed to a giant wooden barrel with gold wire nails. The animal skin, which has been washed as white as snow, is covered with mysterious lines, winding and turning, complicated and meticulous, and the lines vibrate with the beating. With a tap on the drum, everyone in front of the mountain temple felt their souls vibrate with the sound of the drum.

The drumbeat stopped after Yin Mei, the leader, finished offering incense on behalf of everyone.

Compared with Ji Shi's departure, the mountain temple has become more magnificent both externally and internally. On the incense table of the shrine, a rough statue of a god stands on it, exuding a faint halo, covered by the hanging gauze god face.

Yin Mei bowed down to the statue, and behind the girl leader, the elders bowed down together.

They came today because of the torrential rain that has not stopped since the day before yesterday.

Even when choosing a place to live, the elders of the clan have relied on their experience to do their best to choose a place that will never be affected by the flood, and with the blessing of the Spring Mountain God, they don't need to worry about being washed away by the flood as in the past. Go to the house, but in order to allow the crops to grow better, the fields opened up in the past few months are chosen in low-lying and fertile places.

When the flood comes, the fields will definitely suffer.

Being approached by experienced elders of the clan, Yin Mei led them to the mountain temple, but her heart was filled with uncontrollable worry.

Because apart from her and her younger brother, no one knew that the real body of the Spring Mountain God had already left.

The sacrifice has already begun.

When the auspicious time came, prayers were read, incense was offered, and worship was completed. All the steps were meticulously completed. Everyone waited for an hour together, but there was no movement.

Cold sweat broke out on Yin Mei's forehead, and the clansmen behind her also began to whisper.

At this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew away the god in front of the statue, and the face of the god carved by the tribe was revealed for a moment, and a bright yellow light flew out, circled around Yin Mei, and turned to the field direction to fly.

The sacrificial drum made a violent sound when no one was beating it. Yin Hao, who was a little distracted because he hadn't received the decree for a long time, was startled, grabbed the drumstick that was about to slip from his hand, and beat it again.

Then he felt a message pour into his head.

"God has a decree, you should hurry to build the embankment."

"Then..." an elder Chi asked, "Isn't God protecting you?"

"What do you think you saw just now?" Yin Hao, who is the spokesperson of the gods and even more noble than the elder sister who is the leader, said angrily, "The decree of the gods has been issued. If you don't back down, you must disturb Are you willing to give up until the gods?"

Such a crime was suppressed, and the elders who still had some opinions complained softly, and were supported by the attendants to leave tremblingly.

Yin Mei, who had the right to stay, deliberately slowed down, but the white deer, who had been lying in the corner of the temple and dozing, suddenly jumped out and uttered a long cry at the group of old people.

"Hey oooh oh-"

Many people who still remembered the chaos when they first arrived at the coast of the East China Sea froze and didn't dare to dawdle any longer.

And with the help of Bai Lu to attract attention, Yin Mei was finally able to talk to Yin Hao.

"What's going on?" Yin Hao complained, "Suddenly there was a sacrifice, and I, the priest, didn't inform me? Those guys built their own boats and came here? I thought these cowards would never agree to it for the rest of their lives. It’s close to the sea, and I’m the only one who can bring people to the island, right?”

In just a few months, Yin Mei, who seemed to be much more mature than her younger brother, raised an index finger in front of her mouth and shook her head.

"It's just that some people are greedy and want to get more from God..."

"What! What did they do to put you..."

"Don't worry, although the elders are colluding, the other clansmen are on my side. I can handle this kind of trivial matter. The problem is..." Yin Mei paused for a moment before continuing, "God should have given you command The rights of the creatures on the island? Go and inform the senior demon cultivators on the island, saying that for the sake of the gods, no one should be allowed to come to the island."

"Huh? Me?"

"You are the priest of Shangshen, those monsters will listen to you, don't say more, pay attention to your own safety."

Looking at the younger brother who was still at a loss, Yin Mei sighed, but couldn't explain more, so she could only leave in a hurry.

Among the statues, Ji Shi listened distractedly to the conversation between the boys and girls, and fell asleep again, while Ji Shi, who was thousands of miles away, opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the rain falling from the edge of the eaves.

This is a courtyard of Jade Crane Peak. I don't know what the owner of Jade Crane Peak meant, to invite Ji Shi to live in Jade Crane Peak.

And Yan Beigui lived in the cave house left by his master in Donglin Mountain.

Baimao seems to be quite busy these few days, compared to the fact that he didn't want Ji Shi to disappear from his sight at the beginning, except for Feihe Chuanshu who said hello to him in the morning, there was no sign of him at all. The transition between states was so fast that Ji Yi felt extremely uncomfortable.

But it would be good for Yan Bei not to come back and disturb him.

After leaving Chunshan, Ji Shi has not settled down to meditate for many days.

Through Babao Changye's previous warning behavior, he vaguely guessed the old man Cao's attitude, and he settled down to stay at Jade Crane Peak and not go out, so as not to meet another two disciples from the three major sects of the Immortal Dao and be accidentally discovered.

He contacted the distraction in Chunshan, and his consciousness sank into the underground of Donglin Mountain, carefully comprehending the movement of the spiritual veins in the earth.

The virtue of the earth lies in carrying things.

In just a few days, Ji Shi's divine power and the use of the law of the earth have improved.

But still haven't touched the hurdle of the Pifu realm.

The so-called Pifu means that the gods open up a divine domain in their own jurisdiction, and use the divine domain to connect to the Yin domain of this world, so that the gods can perceive the difference between yin and yang, turn themselves into yin, condense their natal divine fire, and become yin gods.

The Yin God is at a realm comparable to the Golden Core of the Immortal Dao monk, at least he must reach the Yin God Realm before he has the ability to protect himself between the Immortal Dao and the Devil Dao.

Ji Shi, who was planning everything, felt neither sad nor happy, and closed his eyes to practice again.

However, this peaceful day cannot last.

On the day when the aura of water and spirit falling from the sky changed from rain to snowflakes, Old Man Cao sent his disciples to Ji Shi's small courtyard to tell Ji Shi that the "unique" arena he had been waiting for was finally about to begin.

In addition, the doorman also sent a jade bottle.

Ji Shi lifted the lid of the jade bottle and poured one of the elixirs into his palm. He stared at the round, dark ball for a long while before swallowing the elixir in one gulp.

... This is the first time he has taken the elixir.

Ji Yi complained, isn't it a little embarrassing for the traverser to look like this?

The elixir entered the abdomen, and instantly turned into a warm breath, which traveled around Ji Shi's body along the meridians and blood vessels, and then returned to Ji Shi's dantian.

Ji Shi waited for the warm breath to calm down before taking off the mask on his head and feeling his own breath.

Sure enough, even if there is no faceless god to cover him now, there is no trace of divine spirit around him.

In this way, it is possible to avoid being suspected by others because the Faceless God is a divine weapon.

He doesn't know if those casual cultivators or young disciples of the sect recognize the Faceless God, but those three obviously came with the mission of looking for him, and the leading elders who are also well-known in the cultivation world don't know the Faceless God... That is impossible.

Participating in the arena means being exposed to the public, and this elixir sent by Old Man Cao just solved the urgent need.

Ji Shi has a little more confidence in the identity of the old man Cao, and at the same time feels that there is finally something to look forward to in the bleak future.

Therefore, in order to improve Old Man Cao's favorability, he should seriously participate in this challenge.

...Thinking about it like this, I suddenly feel unhappy.

The doormen urged outside, Ji Shi put the Faceless God into the mustard bag, and left Yuhefeng with the doormen.

When he arrived at the place where the ring was usually held, he realized that there were more people around than the previous few days.

Ji Shi mixed into the crowd, chatted casually with others, and found out that the disciples of the three sects who came to Donglin Mountain with great fanfare a few days ago also participated in this new arena, and couldn't help frowning.

Just as he was thinking, a person patted him on the shoulder.

Anyone who can do this kind of action knows who it is without guessing. Ji Shi looked up and saw Yan Beigui who hadn't seen him for a few days.

Under the paper umbrella with blossoming red plums, the white-haired Taoist had a guilty expression on his face.

He said: "Fellow Daoist Chun...I'm afraid this time I will have to compete with you on the same stage."

Ji Yi blinked.

Yan Beigui hesitated for a moment, then continued: "Seven Star Blood Muzhi, I heard that this is the prize for the leader of the ring."

The author has something to say:

Don't worry about the rationality of floods in the seasons of late autumn and early winter, Canglan is an unscientific world after all, eh