After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

"Could it be that they want to replace the Sanxiu League with the backing of the Three Immortals?" Jiang Yingliu teased, giving Yan Beigui a thumbs up, "Brother, you're really good, you have ambition, and I'm optimistic about you."

Yan Beigui cast a helpless glance at his friend who was always dishonest, and said, "If you want to do this, I can cheer you up."

"Oh, no, no, no matter what, this kind of thing should be done by you anyway," Jiang Yingliu quickly waved his hands, "I'll just follow you behind this big tree where you can enjoy the shade, just sneaking around and picking up girls."

"Then let's put it this way," Yan Beigui ignored him at all, "I have a list here, please sort it out for me first."

"Wait, we agreed to take a break..."

"There are also these paper cranes' replies. I have a few standard replies here. You can send whichever one suits you according to the situation."

"Wait..." Jiang Yingliu still did not give up interrupting him.

"Oh, by the way." Yan Beigui tapped his chin with his index finger as if he suddenly remembered something, "Didn't you ask me which beautiful fairies I know before..."

Jiang Yingliu shut her mouth abruptly, and said after a while, "Are these paper cranes sent by those pretty fairies?"

Yan Beigui raised his head to think about it, and slowly said: "There should be... part of it."

"Oh, then you don't have to worry," Jiang Yingliu became energetic in an instant, "It's okay to leave these chores to me alone, you can go to your own business."

After saying these words, the Zhuo Shijia, who looked as elegant as a Zhilan Yushu, let out a wretched laugh.

Yan Beigui: "..."

I haven't seen him in a few years, but this friend still has such a temperament, which is really touching.

Jiang Yingliu met Yan Beigui when he was a little Qi-refining monk. At that time, Jiang Yingliu's cultivation base was much higher than Yan Beigui who started to practice at a very old age. The eldest son of a modest cultivation family, he has all the qualities of a dandy, especially good at bullying men and women, and has a good sex.

The process of the two getting acquainted can be regarded as Yan Beigui meddling, while Jiang Yingliu was meddling.

Of course, what Young Master Jiang, who had a higher level of cultivation than Yan Beigui at that time, did was to beat up Yan Beigui, who was very immature at that time, and walked away laughing.

Then Young Master Jiang, who returned home, faced the burned ruins of the Jiang family's main house, and a group of demonic monks who were chasing and killing him.

If he hadn't met Yan Beigui again and was covered by Yan Beigui regardless of the previous suspicions, Jiang Yingliu would probably have become a dead bone in the river now.

However, although this young master escaped from death, he has not reformed himself. He is still a lecherous and playful dandy, and even earned a nickname as a Phoenix Butterfly in the Canglan Cultivation Realm.

When most people mention Jiang Yingliu, they say that he is glib and glib, and sooner or later he will be castrated by the Wanhua Society of the Canglan Female Cultivation Alliance. However, Yan Beigui has spent some time with him and knows Jiang Yingliu better than others. Character and ability, in some respects, I trust him very much.

Such as gossip and gossip.

At this moment, Young Master Jiang was picking and choosing among thousands of paper cranes, trying to find a paper crane that belonged to a beautiful fairy, while talking to Yan Beigui.

"So what do you think? The Sanxiu League is said to be a league with no sense of existence, but President Lin is not a good friend, let alone if you want to form a new Sanxiu League out of thin air, it is not the same as There is no difference between founding a sect and establishing a sect, you don't even have the golden elixir now, and you don't even have the qualifications to accept disciples..."

"I know, just to accomplish my goal, I still have to start preparing in advance."

"Your goal?"

"Hmm... a better Canglan and Cultivation Realm than now?"

Jiang Yingliu was surprised: "How do you accomplish this kind of goal?"

"Well," Yan Beigui smiled, "Jiang Daoyou, do you know the divine way?"

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"Hey, God's Dao has made me suffer so much."

The next day, Du Rufeng sat on a piece of rubble and sighed.

He doesn't look very good. After all, anyone who knows that he will be hunted down by the Three Immortals of the Central Plains, even a demon cultivator, will not look good.

Moreover, he was trapped in a quagmire. In order to prevent himself from being involved, the relatives and friends he knew probably would not want to get in touch with him. He has no sect, no master, and no brother. At this moment, he can't even find anyone to go to.

Thinking of this, Du Rufeng couldn't help feeling sad and began to sob and cry.

Ji Shi who was standing beside him was speechless, if he had no other purpose at this moment, he would have wanted to scold Du Rufeng for being a man.

Even if the men cry, they cry earth-shatteringly. How can Du Rufeng cry so quietly?

Although he was very disgusted, Ji Shi still comforted him patiently and nicely.

The place where the two of them are now is a secluded place in Donglin Mountain, surrounded by woods, and even birds are rarely seen. Three days ago, Ji Shi not only handed over the Taibai heavy water he collected to Du Rufeng, but also Voice transmission to Du Rufeng to tell him how to escape the hunt, how to hide, and when to meet here.

Du Rufeng followed suit one by one, and managed to escape from Elder Sun of Yuheng Road, so he trusted Ji Shi even more.

This caused him to cry to Ji Shi when he met him now, and he didn't realize that although Ji Shi was comforting him with every sentence, his expression was very indifferent.

When Du Rufeng cried enough, half an hour had passed. He circulated his true energy to suppress the redness of his eyelids, and said to Ji Shi, "Friend Shi, what do you think I can do in the future?"

Cold salad, Ji Yi wanted to answer him directly.

But at this moment, Ji Shi, who is pretending to be a good brother, will destroy his image if he says such words. Ji Shi can only hold his breath, adjust his emotions, and release Du Rufeng.

"The power of the Three Immortals is not all over Canglan. Apart from the Central Plains, that is, the Western Wilderness is relatively well controlled. You may be able to go to the Nanman Mountains."

"Hey," Du Rufeng gritted his teeth, "Nanban's monsters all taste strange."

Ji Shi paused, and then suggested: "How about going to Arctic?"

Du Rufeng frowned, "The North Ice is too cold and lacks the power of the sun. I heard that some places can't even light a fire. Although I quite like cold dishes, there are many cooking methods without fire." It can’t be done.”

Ji Yi: "..."

It is really a reason for rejection with the personal characteristics of the monk of the fairy chef.

Ji Shi heard Du Rufeng dislike everything in the Southern Barbarians, Western Desolation, Dongling, and Beibing, and heard him say which one in the Central Plains made good soup and which one had good barbecue. He didn't hold out his hand until he got away from the topic.

"The City of the Three Immortals is next to Meng Takizawa, where they are rich in a small bright red fish, which can grow for a hundred years, and each tail is no bigger than a little finger. Friend, what do you want?"

"At the beginning you said that..." Ji Shi paused before saying the noun, "...the recipe that everyone wants to eat fragrant melon seeds comes from an incomplete cookbook, can I have a look at that recipe?"

Du Rufeng was at a loss for a moment. He couldn't figure out what Ji Shi wanted the recipe for, but he still agreed, "Of course you can read it."

After all, things like recipes are of no use in the hands of a monk who is not an immortal cook. Du Rufeng quickly took out a jade slip with cracks on the surface, and handed it to Ji Shi.

Ji Shi took it, and didn't probe into it, but under Du Rufeng's curious eyes, he took out a small round copper incense burner from his mustard bag.

The censer is tied with a thin silk belt, with red tassels hanging below it. From the hollow gaps in the carvings, wisps of smoke fluctuate up, and when blown by the wind, they melt into the scenery.

Du Rufeng saw that after Ji Shi took out the small copper incense burner, which was supposed to be a magic weapon, there were also traces of smoke wafting from his broken jade slip, which flowed into the incense burner.

what is this?

He didn't realize that he had already uttered his question in a murmur, Ji Shi glanced at him, and said lightly: "This is incense."

Du Rufeng was taken aback.

With a glance at most casual cultivators who don't have much background, Du Rufeng knows very little about the divine way, and about incense, he only knows that it is the same thing as the divine way.

Therefore, the incomplete recipe he got by chance is indeed a divine thing.

No, no, the point now is, why does Fellow Daoist Shi have incense?

Thinking about the three sects of Immortal Dao suddenly coming to Donglin Mountain, and suddenly participating in the big arena of Donglin Mountain, it is obvious that they only came for the Shinto, and fellow Taoists hold the incense that only Shinto has, then he...

"I am indeed a Shinto monk." Ji Shi said.

"..." Du Rufeng.

Admitted!Just admit it directly!

Du Rufeng swallowed his saliva, shivered, and suddenly thought of another thing, and said, "So they actually came here to arrest you? So I just saved you from disaster?"

"Those monks from the Immortal Sect may have come for me, but you don't count as a disaster for me." Ji Shi stretched out his hand to him, and what lay in his hand was Du Rufeng's broken jade slip.

"You have also seen that this jade slip has the power of incense, which is left over from a person in my divine way. Fellow Daoist Rufeng, I wonder if you know the art of transmutation?"

"...Du Hua?!" Du Rufeng exclaimed in surprise.

He doesn't understand other spells, but Duhua... is mentioned in this broken jade slip, and even the beginning of this broken jade slip reads, "I have studied the art of Duhua all the year round, and I have gained something in a day. Figured out this recipe…”

Through the effect of everyone wanting to eat sweet melon seeds, he also has some guesses about the effect of Duhua, but Daoist Shi mentioned that Duhua is...

"Don't guess, I'll tell you directly," Ji Shi said with a smile, "You have already acquired the Transmigration Technique and become a Shinto seed, and you will soon become a Shinto monk."

Du Rufeng asked tremblingly, "...Really?"

Ji Yi rolled his eyes inwardly.

Of course it's fake.

If the technique of crossing transformation is so easy to perform, the loser in the battle of immortals and gods should be immortals.

But Ji Shi wouldn't tell Du Rufeng who was panicking about this. He nodded to Du Rufeng and said slowly, "If I didn't feel the aura of God in you, why would I help you again and again?"

When Du Rufeng heard the words, he also felt that it was true.

Speaking of which, he felt very early on that he and Fellow Daoist Shi were very destined, and it couldn't be because of Shinto.

Du Rufeng has long forgotten how Ji Shi helped him when he was in the secret realm. He was so dizzy by several consecutive news that he cried and said, "There is no room for turning around. ?"

Ji Shi put on a sad face and shook his head seriously at him.

Then Ji Shi said again: "For you now, it's just the difference between becoming a Shinto monk slower and faster. If you slow down, your true essence mana will not be able to be used for a while, or I will give you another Shinto monk." Seeds, so that you can transform faster?"