Chapter 218: Master Zhang Pays for Tonight

"Of course a true immortal has a broad mind!"

Zhou Yi has always believed in being generous to others.

Some innocuous things are laughed off.

If someone does some good deeds in the name of an immortal and gets interested, Zhouyi will give some pointers.

The false reputation of a true immortal is not that important in Zhou Yi's eyes.

Compared with other immortals and Buddhas who are superior to others, Zhou Yi may have a Taoist heart that is not pure enough, or he may not have lived long enough, or he may have stayed in the human world for a long time and still regards himself as a human being.

It’s just like the original book about punishment and the record of searching for monsters.

Zhou Yi's original intention was not to earn merit. In the memory of the demon, he was inspired by the misery in the world.

Nowadays, the two volumes of books are spread all over Daqian, and even in surrounding continents. Whenever I hear that someone follows the book and escapes from the mouth of the demon, Zhou Yi will touch his hands and smile.

"That's natural!"

Sanwu echoed again and again, showing great respect for the true immortal: "It would be great if the immortal is really the ancestor of the Taoist palace."

"Then who can say for sure? True Immortal Huayang has a lifespan of three thousand years. During this period, how many friends he will make and how many younger generations he will guide..."

Zhou Yi Xunxun said seductively: "What if that true immortal has ever received the favor of the True Immortal Huayang?"

Regardless of whether there was a record before, there will be a record after tonight. Zhouyi only needs to make some specious fake antiques, and the people in Yunxiao Taoist Palace will complete it into a perfect official history. .

Whoever dares to say that this antique is fake is the life and death enemy of Yunxiao Dao Palace!

"What the layman said makes sense. The old Taoist will return to the Taoist Palace tomorrow and read through the classics about the ancestors again."

Sanwu couldn't figure out why the real immortal spared him, otherwise he wouldn't be willing to accept the appointment of Emperor Jingtai for the sake of Tao Palace.

The most likely possibility now is that the True Immortal has an old relationship with the Taoist Palace.

When people face the unknown, they will subconsciously think of what is best for them.

Talking about metaphysics and Taoism are not all about Taoist scriptures. Important events of the country, writings, interesting anecdotes, etc. all belong to the category of discussing Taoism.

A master's words and deeds will reveal his truth.

For example, when reprimanding his senior brother, Sanwu already made his point about the way of being unintentional and intentional.

It's approaching midnight.

After refilling three pots of tea, Fang enjoyed the conversation.

Sanwu drifted away.

Only at this time can Zhou Yi enjoy the wonders of immortality instead of plotting and killing.

"If there were only humans in this world, I could just be an unintentional immortal."

Zhou Yi returned to the house and was watching the Soul-Destroying Bell condensing the Yin Shen, when suddenly calls kept coming from his ears.

Close your eyes.

Falling into a deep dream.

…

Bibotan.

The abandoned and desolate Shuifu Mansion has been tidied up and given a brand new look.

The statue enshrined in the main hall is not the legendary Dragon Ancestor, but a majestic Taoist priest.

"Disciple prays to the immortal to save Ying'er!"

Chen Qingzhi knelt in front of the statue of the god and prayed continuously. With the magical power of the immortal, he would be able to feel something as long as he kept chanting.

suddenly.

Chen Qingzhi's body softened and he fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he was above the floating clouds in the sky. Even though Chen Qingzhi had been here several times, Chen Qingzhi still felt shocked.

Looking up and seeing the immortal sitting cross-legged in the clouds, Chen Qingzhi knelt down with a pop.

"Disciple Qingzhi, please ask the immortal to cast a spell and save Ying'er's life."

Zhou Yi, who turned into a cloud neutron, counted with his fingers and immediately understood the whole story.

A few days ago, Chen Qingzhi proposed marriage to the Dragon Palace in Luoshui, but was rejected by the Dragon Palace. Even ordinary people dared to covet the Dragon Girl.

The Luoshui Dragon Palace imprisoned Ao Ying and found out that Chen Qingzhi was cultivating in Bibotan, so he sent the patrolling Yaksha to take back the water palace.

After Ao Ying escaped from the Dragon Palace, she teamed up with Chen Qingzhi to repel Xunhe Yaksha, but she was seriously injured and almost lost her soul.

Zhou Yi said: "I have said before that if you want to practice immortality, stay away from Ao Ying. Why didn't you listen?"

"Disciple and Ying'er truly love each other..."

Chen Qingzhi never understood why the immortal would advise him to stay away from Ao Ying, even though the two of them were deeply in love.

"I led you into the Taoist path and tried it in Bibo Pond. There is a cause and effect on this matter. I can help you."

Zhou Yi changed his voice and said: "But if you fall in love with the Dragon Girl, your path to immortality will be cut off here. Have you thought about it?"

"Qingzhi failed to live up to the expectations of the immortal!"

Chen Qingzhi kowtowed three times and said, "I will keep the kindness of the immortal in my heart. I will burn incense and pray in the morning and evening. The blessings of the immortal will last forever."

"Don't regret it in the future."

Zhou Yi waved his whisk lightly, and a spiritual light fell down.

Chen Qingzhi had a magic elixir in his hand, and the dragon girl was seriously injured and dying, but in Zhou Yi's eyes, she could be cured easily.

"Thank you, Immortal!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt dizzy.

When Chen Qingzhi opened his eyes again, he had returned to Bibo Pond.

…

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

Zhou Yi woke up from his wedding dream and looked up at the sky.

"Oh it's you!"

It was originally suspected that some old guy was behind Chen Qingzhi's encounter with the Dragon Girl. The most likely person was the old dragon from Luoshui.

Only then did I realize that no one was plotting against Chen Qingzhi.

This is just a random trick. Even the most powerful divination skills in the world cannot calculate the existence of Chen Qingzhi.

Only the will of heaven in the dark can grasp everything in detail and capture the traces of Chen Qingzhi's plan.

Dragon Girl is just the beginning. Various accidents and inevitable consequences will push Chen Qingzhi to the demon clan and become a boost in the general trend of heaven.

"This also shows that Chen Qingzhi's potential is higher than Pindao expected, otherwise it will not affect the fate of the demon clan!"

In the past six months, Zhou Yi has saved many refugees with good fortune through Luo Li, and then investigated their character and used the magical power of marrying dreams on more than a dozen people.

Others practiced step by step, slaying demons and eliminating evil, and there has never been any intervention from the Heavenly Dao.

"Is the trend of the Heavenly Dao really irreversible?"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly.

The Heavenly Dao has no definite consciousness, but just follows the established direction, rolling forward like the torrent of history. It will not deliberately target anyone, but anything that goes against the trend will only get one point of fruit with ten times the effort.

Even if this point of fruit is taken away by the Heavenly Dao quietly.

For example, Chen Qingzhi, Zhou Yi planned to cultivate him into a strong man who slays demons and eliminates evil, but he met a dragon girl in the Qi Refining Realm, and his future was straightened out.

This is just the beginning. No matter what Zhou Yi tries to do in the future, it may change subtly, and it is not a man-made conspiracy, so it cannot be revealed at all.

"The demon race is flourishing, and the root of this is the establishment of the demon heaven. Many ancient demons will break free from the limitation of life span and accumulate unlimited power, so it is the demon race itself that has achieved the prosperity."

"In this way, changing the trend of heaven is the real way to break the deadlock!"

Zhou Yi's mind was racing, and he had a vague plan.

...

The Demon Prison.

After the pacification of southern Xinjiang, the number of prisoners dropped by 30% to 40% every day.

It has little impact on Zhou Yi's eight clones. If the power increases by 30 to 50 years every day, the medium goal can be achieved in another five or six years.

Roar, roar, roar!

A roar came, waking up the new executioner.

"The evil corpses appear more and more frequently. If we continue to kill them, Emperor Jingtai will definitely find the problem. We need to think of a way to prevent the executioner from being devoured and to increase the power of Taoism safely!"

Zhou Yi grabbed the evil corpse by the neck and crushed it into pieces with his powerful magic power, leaving only a wisp of evil spirit.

The demon and monster illustrations were flipping, and the spirit demon illustrations were almost solidified, transforming from simple pictures into three-dimensional forms, ready to come out.

Returning to the cell to continue sleeping, Sun Kang, the executioner, was awakened by the roar of the evil corpse and asked tremblingly.

"Old Liu, did a demon escape from the prison? Why does the sound sound so close?"

"It's okay, sleep well."

Zhou Yi didn't say much, and there was no need to comfort him. It would take Sun Kang a few days to get used to it.

Besides, once you enter the prison of the Demon Slaying Division, you will only have a few years to live.

Nowadays, the lifespan of the executioners in the prison is much longer than a few years ago, and most of the dangerous demons have fallen into the hands of Zhou Yi's clones.

The clone under the ground is working hard to increase his magic power, and the original body on the ground is enjoying the massage of shoulders and legs.

After a full half month of not seeing each other, Zhang Cheng finally returned to the Ministry of Monozukuri to be on duty.

The small office has become a large flat again, and there are courtesans to serve, and colleagues should also change the deformed scrolls.

"Those monks in Bodhi Temple took the money but didn't do anything!"

Zhang Cheng stood on one foot on the ground and put the other foot on the chair, complaining: "I donated a full 100,000 taels of silver, but I only stayed for half a month and kicked me out!"

The colleagues watching nodded one after another, scolding the monks of Bodhi Temple for being wrong.

Chen Ying was puzzled and said: "It shouldn't be. Last year, I lived in Bodhi Temple for a month after donating 1,000 taels. Did Brother Zhang violate any Buddhist taboos?"

"I am a Buddhist disciple recognized by the monk Miaoshan. What taboos can I violate!"

Zhang Cheng said: "It's just that the food in the temple is too bland, so I asked Dashunzhai to send some meat dishes. How can there be meat without wine? I also asked someone to buy good wine. After eating and drinking, I asked the girls from Chunfenglou to sing songs..."

"..."

Many colleagues had guessed that Zhang Cheng would definitely be disliked, but they never thought he would be so bold.

Luojing Bodhi Temple is a branch of the Bodhi Temple of the Buddhist sect. There is a first-class monk who has condensed the wisdom relic in the temple. Zhang Cheng dared to drink and listen to music in it. It was a mercy for him to come back alive.

Old Zhang continued to complain about testing the concentration of the monks in the temple and eating meat.

Colleagues listened very patiently, and occasionally echoed and cursed a few bald donkeys. Finally, they took the latest maid map and left with satisfaction.

Chen Ying was copying the "Jingming Narcissus Notes" under the service of four courtesans. The practice method described in this Taoist scripture is similar to the martial arts of moving qi and blood to exercise true qi.

A few days ago, I saw Zhouyi flipping through it, and exchanged a jar of three hundred years of pear blossoms for a day of borrowing.

I was copying the immortal scripture comfortably, with four courtesans serving on the left and right. It was just like this.

Suddenly.

The courtesan who pinched the shoulder had ten times more strength, and the courtesan who beat the leg became a copper hammer.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss--"

Chen Ying gasped in pain, but two courtesans held him down tightly, and he couldn't escape at all.

"Boy, if you can't speak, just be dumb!"

Zhang Cheng snorted coldly and continued to draw the picture of the lady.

There is already a rumor in the market of Luojing that there is a kind of scroll that can change the courtesan, and one is worth a million gold. Among the masters of painting in Luojing, there is absolutely no other one except Zhang Cheng who can be so willing to sacrifice his skin to sell for money.

Zhou Yi asked: "Brother Zhang, what are you doing in Bodhi Temple?"

I haven't seen Zhang Cheng for half a month. I thought he went to kill demons and monsters, but who knew he hid in Bodhi Temple.

"Of course it's to avoid disaster, otherwise ghosts will go to the temple to suffer."

Zhang Cheng whispered: "Old Zhou, you may not believe it... I'm possessed!"

"Possessed?"

Zhou Yi immediately understood that this guy regarded the fairy fate as murder and hid in the temple to let the Buddha resist the disaster.

"Can you tell me more specifically?"

"I can't say, don't harm you. That person is so powerful that even the monk Fajing couldn't find out the cause and effect."

Zhang Cheng threw the brush away as he spoke, slumped on the chair, and said lifelessly: "I have only had a few good years to live, and when I encounter something like this, I am really... jealous of the talent!"

Zhou Yi reminded: "It's better to go to divination and deduce it. The real person Xuanji is in Prince Yan's Mansion. Moreover, Luo Jing recently came up with another divine divination called Yiqing Taoist. You can go and try it."

"Is that old blind man Xuanji back?"

Zhang Cheng jumped up and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go find him and figure it out!"

It's past noon.

Zhang Cheng wandered back again, his face changing with a mixture of sadness and joy.

Zhou Yi asked: "What did Master Xuanji say?"

"Don't say it! Don't say it!"

Zhang Cheng waved his hands repeatedly and sat on the chair with his eyes closed and meditated until he got off duty.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and looked determined, as if he had made up his mind.

"Let's go to Chunfeng Tower!"

…

Chunfeng Tower.

It is the time when there are the most guests.

There were no seats for listening to music in the lobby, so I could only stand and talk to the girl.

If you go to the second floor at this time, you will definitely not be able to last until midnight. When the girl comes out, your previous bragging will be ruined!

"Hey, no wonder I heard the cry of magpies. Master Zhang and Master Zhou are here!"

When the madam saw Zhou Yi and the others, he immediately beamed with joy and personally led the way to the box.

The standing-room audience was immediately unhappy, why didn't they say it was first come, first served, which made the whole room burst into laughter. After being explained by the people on the side, there was no longer any resentment. Instead, they cupped their hands in front of the box and praised him for being a role model for our generation!

Zhang Cheng sat down, and wine and delicacies were served.

The old bustard quickly ordered him to go down and put on the Taizu play.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Cheng frowned and called the madam before he finished singing a few words.

"Let's do something different today..."

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment and said: "Sing "The Legend of Immortals", start from the first verse!"

The old madam looked bitter: "Master Zhang, you don't like this play, why don't you let Miss Yushu come on stage and sing a few lines?"

The Legend of Immortals is a drama compiled by Taoism to promote itself and based on various legends about the ascension of immortals. The story line of each story is very similar. Basically, it is about being born in poverty, having adventures along the way, and finally becoming a fairy.

The story is a good one, and the person who wrote the lyrics is also a literary master. Unfortunately, it deliberately mixed in a lot of private information, making it boring and boring.

Everyone comes to Chunfeng Tower to have fun, and singing this is equivalent to driving people outside.

Zhang Cheng took out a large stack of banknotes from his arms and said, "All the bills tonight will be charged to me!"

The madam took the fruit banknote and glanced at it. It was at least three to fifty thousand taels.

"Master Zhang, let's sing the Legend of the Immortals tonight!"

After that, he went out to announce the good news. The guests immediately cheered loudly, and then changed to the music of the gods, and it didn't feel boring at all.

All the big guys who paid the bill like to listen to it, there must be something extraordinary about this track!

Chen Ying asked in confusion: "Brother Zhang, why did you change your hobby?"

"What do you guys know? I am a direct descendant of the Taoist sect. When I listen to music, I only listen to the legends of gods and understand the wisdom of the sages!"

Zhang Cheng said: "When I become an immortal, I will make you a flute player!"

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "Looking at Brother Zhang, does Master Xuanji predict the top number?"

"Haha! You can't say it!"

Zhang Cheng laughed a few times, patted Zhou Yi on the shoulder, and said solemnly.

"Don't worry, Lao Zhou, I'll save the position of the boy holding the sword for you!"