Chapter 653 Kunwu (for Zaisi

"teacher……"

Seeing the disappearing Taoist in the early days, Peng and the others wept unceasingly.

Although it was only a short period of seven days, the Taoism and supernatural powers preached by the other party undoubtedly opened the door to a new world for them, letting them know how colorful the world is.

"It's really a great opportunity to get the teacher to teach the Dharma in the past few days. I really want to abandon everything and go into the deep mountains to cultivate and strive for the golden elixir as soon as possible!"

Peng found out that among the avenues taught by Fang Yuan, he is still the most suitable for the method of internal refinement.

Take a deep breath at this time, and you can feel the continuous refinement of Qi in your body, and the gathering of traces of mana.

"Everyone, we have been taught by our teacher that Taoism is related, like brothers, and we hope to leave a name taboo, so that we can call each other when we meet in the future."

At this time, a young man came over, cupped his hands and said, "My name is Kunxie!"

"My name is Peng!"

"My name is Li!"

"suitable!"

Several people looked at each other, reported their names to each other, and found that most of them were hunters and woodcutters nearby, so they naturally felt a little close.

On the contrary, it was the young Kunxie who was the son of the leader of a wild tribe, which surprised them a little.

"Ho Ho!"

At this time, a huge black tiger roared, shaking the whole field.

That tyrannical aura is only one step away from the previous Dapeng and Nine-Tailed Fox.

Many animals wrapped around them, and even Peng could sense the malicious smell: "Are they... driving us away?"

"Hmph, the teachers are all in the shape of a human race. These furry, horned, wet-born eggs, dare to make things difficult for us?"

Kunxie cursed in a low voice, her brows were full of arrogance.

"Forget it... let me go!"

Being stared at by many animals, even Peng's scalp felt a little numb, he pulled Kunxie's sleeve, and the group hurried out of the mountain.

During these seven days, with Fang Yuan's secret support, as long as they are talented, they can practice a little bit, and they can climb mountains and mountains like nothing.

"I am the young master of the Kun tribe. Fellow Taoists, if you need to practice in the future, you can come to me!"

Although Kunxie is a bit racist, he still has a very good temper when facing these like-minded people.

"Thank you, I'll wait for sure!"

Peng and the others naturally promised again and again, and immediately said goodbye.

"Huh?"

"Who is that?"

When he returned to the tribe, he found that everyone around him looked at him strangely.

Not only that, but the whole tribe seems to be different from before.

"what happened?"

Peng stopped a person with some doubts, recognized him, and finally managed to find it from his memory: "You are...Jing Jun? How did you become like this?"

"Are you... Peng?"

Jing Jun rubbed his eyes, and said in disbelief, "You disappeared for seven years, where did you go?"

"You said... seven years?"

Peng felt it was ridiculous: "I have only just entered the mountain for seven days...wait a minute..."

He thought of the great power of the teacher, it seemed that it would be easy to make one day in the sky and one year in the ground.

"Alas... ever since you disappeared, everyone thought you were eaten by wild beasts in the mountains..." Jing Jun lamented, "Even your thatched hut was given to others."

In this era of semi-public ownership, the means of production of all tribesmen are shared, and there is no such thing as private property.

Of course, in Xuan Country, all this has changed.

But among the wild people, this concept is still very deep-rooted.

Originally, if he encountered this kind of treatment, Peng would definitely be furious.

But at this time, he found that his heart was as calm as water, there was no wave in the ancient well, and he was not angry at all.

"Is this what the teacher said about cultivating the mind?"

Peng thought suspiciously: "Or is it just because I have mastered Taoism, so I am not afraid? It seems that even the state of mind needs the blessing of Taoism to be stable?"

"Don't be impulsive..."

Beside him, Jing Jun was still rambling on.

"Forget it... thatched huts are nothing more than belongings outside of us. If you lose them, you will lose them..." Peng Saran smiled: "Just in time... I want to leave the tribe and live in a hut deep in the mountains."

Until then, he didn't understand why the teacher appeared in the deep mountains.

If one wants to cultivate to become an immortal, one naturally needs to stay away from the mundane world and find peace among famous mountains and great rivers.

"What? Are you going to move to the mountains?"

Jing Jun's eyes widened, looking at this former little friend: "Do you know how dangerous it is in the deep mountains? Wait a minute...how did you come here these few years?"

"The past few years..."

There was a trace of nostalgia on Peng's face.

Suddenly, I saw a group of people rushing forward: "It's him! That fugitive back then!"

I saw a clansman who originally had a grudge against Peng came with a few warriors from Xuan Kingdom, triumphant.

"It's him..."

Peng looked at the other party's distorted face because of pleasure, and had already forgotten why he had a grudge with the other party before.

But he forgot it in seven days, but the other party could remember it for seven years, which made him feel a lot of emotion.

"Xuan Kingdom has its own laws, and those wild people under its command who evade taxes will all be reduced to slaves!"

Several Xuan Kingdom warriors looked at each other and rushed over, the bronze daggers at their waists were flickering and shining, and they were so majestic that even Jing Jun didn't dare to move.

After all, the other party is a warrior from the Xuan Kingdom, and they are just wild people.

Once you resist, a large army will come and wipe them out!

Over the years, Xuan Kingdom has used bloody heads to teach the surrounding wild tribes to learn the rules.

Looking at the menacing warriors of Xuan Kingdom, Peng scratched his head in embarrassment: "What method should I use... Wait a minute, the teacher seems to have mentioned a magic technique! Fortunately, I have just cultivated a little mana, which is just right for me to use!"

After thinking up to this point, without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and said, "Town!"

Buzz!

Two golden words emerged, and brand marks were generally engraved on the foreheads of these two warriors.

They were motionless for a moment, stuck there like logs.

"Soul-suppressing technique...fixing the body!"

Peng looked at his hands, full of sighs.

Before, he didn't even dare to imagine that he could fight against the warriors of Xuan Kingdom.

But what about this time? With just a little mana spell, two fully armed warriors could not move and were slaughtered.

This kind of power, the feeling it brought him, was so new that he couldn't help but want to try more.

"Strange... Stranger?"

Jing Jun's eyes widened, and he immediately thought of the legends of those strange people: "Could it be that you went missing, Peng, just to find strange flowers and fruits?"

"This is the way of the immortal sect, not caused by the spirit fruit!"

Although he knew that the other party didn't understand, Peng still explained Su Rong.

Unfortunately, at this time, no matter how he explained, he couldn't stop the enthusiasm of those ignorant people, who almost worshiped him as a god.

...

Fang Yuan didn't want to worry about what happened to these disciples under his command.

Anyway, what he wants is to spread the seeds of transcendence through this wide-spreading net, and then test the feasibility of some ideas along the way.

At this point, everything seems to be going well.

"It's just skills and the like, it will take time to harvest."

He looked at the giant mountain in front of him.

This mountain is located in a dense jungle. Because of the terrain, it can cultivate Fengshui, gather auspicious energy, and even have a high concentration of Yuanli.

In terms of cultivating immortals, it means that there is a big spiritual vein.

"To establish a sect, there must be a mountain gate..."

Fang Yuan's hands were like plucking the strings of a piano.

Under his manipulation, Jushan quickly changed.

Pavilions and pavilions rose from the ground, beautiful and beautiful, and even a layer of thick fog appeared on the periphery, forming a formation to isolate the inside and outside.

"The mountain is not high, but if there are immortals, it will be named... Although this mountain is originally nameless, but with me, it is the fairy mountain Kunwu!"

Rumble!

A huge stone tablet emerged, on which were written the two big characters of Kunwu in dragon-flying and phoenix-dancing cloud seal script.

As the rule text of this cave, Yunzhuan guarantees that no one who has started cultivating Taoism or spirits will not misunderstand the meaning after reading it.

In the Kunwu Great Hall, Fang Yuan appeared out of thin air, sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed.

As soon as the thought moved, all kinds of animals that originally lived in the mountain were engulfed by an invisible force and expelled from the mountain, leaving only a few.

One is a red-faced horse monkey, the other is a colorful golden pheasant, and the other is a piece of jade with colorful rays of light.

"I am a Taoist in the early days, and today I am establishing a sect here, and the mountain is full of souls, and the only ones who can be enlightened are you three..."

With a wave of Fang Yuan's right hand, three beams of light emerged and submerged into the bodies of the three.

Immediately, the red-faced horse monkey and golden pheasant rolled on the spot and turned into two boys and girls. The boy's cheeks were thin and his clothes were still red, while the girl was delicate and lovely, wearing colorful feather coats.

The last piece of five-colored stone rolled on the ground and exploded suddenly, and a boy who looked like a jade carved in powder ran out of it, and shouted crisply: "I have seen Master Zhangjiao!"

This is because Fang Yuan used the technique of enlightenment, pouring some knowledge directly into their sea of ​​consciousness, so that they can use their fingers like arms.

"Um."

Fang Yuan caressed his beard and smiled: "Today, the three of you are reborn, you deserve a name. If you came out of the stone, you should be called Shi Sheng. As for the horse monkey, you should be called Yuan Hong, and the golden pheasant is Mei Xi!"

"promise!"

These three were just ordinary beings, and even Shi Sheng had only a little spirituality. Now that they have achieved great fortune, they are all overjoyed, and they bowed down one after another: "Thank you, Master, for giving me the name."

"I will pass on another talisman to you, which can drive the three hundred and sixty-five yellow scarf warriors attached to the palace. You three, go down to familiarize yourself with the environment first. In the future, the maintenance of the entire Kunwu Mountain and this palace will be entrusted to you. You guys!"

As soon as Fang Yuan flicked his sleeve, three talismans flew out, but the figure disappeared on the cloud bed.

"Congratulations to Master Headmaster!"

The three boys looked at each other, but Meixi couldn't bear it anymore, her eyes seemed to be shining with little stars, and she squeezed Shi Sheng's face: "Little brother is very cute."

"If someone has a name, the head teacher will give him the name Shi Sheng!"

The pink and jade-carved little boy flaunted through the market wearing only a bellyband: "And... I'm already thousands of years old from the day my spirituality was born, so don't call me little brother!"

"Unfortunately, you are just a little boy!"

Yuan Hong watched silently from the side, and suddenly made up his sword, causing Shi Sheng to shrink back to the corner of the wall to draw a circle in depression.