Chapter 248: Fairy Spirit Meeting

"Amitabha!"

The old monk came to the stall and picked.

He selected more than a dozen pieces of scrap metal in a row, which made the honest man smile charmingly.

"The divine monk has a wise eye and knows beads. It is said that Buddhism has divine vision. You must have mastered it!"

"The poor monk knows a thing or two."

The old monk's face lit up with joy when he heard this. He took out an ancient book from his cassock and said, "As a monk, I don't have much to gain. Can this book of exercises be used to compensate?"

"Tai Shang Qing Yang Xuanyuan Jing".

There are many things that monks use to measure the price of goods, the most common ones are spiritual stones, elixirs, etc. However, most of them are still accustomed to bartering, so it is not surprising that the old monk uses his skills to exchange spiritual stones.

Tieniu carefully took the scripture and turned over three or four pages before looking down.

"Master, this technique is authentic from the Taoist sect, and its origin..."

The old monk said with a smile: "Donor, don't worry, that Taoist is very sharp and the poor monk can't debate the scriptures, so he uses his great magic power to kill the demons!"

"That's very good. This method can counteract spiritual stones."

Tieniu put away the skills, which were at least worth hundreds of spiritual stones if they were at the Qi Refining Stage and filled the library of a big family.

"Good, good, good!"

The old monk turned around and left with the scrap metal in his arms. Sun Ren led him to the next famous stall. .

It's approaching evening.

Tieniu finished selling his goods, packed up the stall banners, and disappeared into the crowd.

After a while, Tieniu and several of his accomplices came to the back door of Wanbao Pavilion, and were led to the backyard by the assistant.

At this time, Tieniu is still a simple and honest man, with monkey cheeks and a pointed mouth, and a thin body. He can pretend to be a monkey demon by sticking hair on him. He has been deceiving people in the market for so long without losing his life. The mysterious art of shape-changing is indispensable.

"Shopkeeper Liu, this is today's spiritual stone."

Tieniu took out the storage bag, which contained mostly spiritual stones, as well as some elixirs and techniques.

Shopkeeper Liu was lying on the Taishi chair, sipping tea, and said with a smile, "Isn't it early to close the stall today?"

"I met two enemies."

Tieniu asked: "There is a senior who bought all the genuine goods."

"It doesn't matter, it's just some junk, and it's going to be sold anyway."

Shopkeeper Liu took out the Xuanyuan Sutra left by the old monk, turned it over page by page, and recited it silently in his heart.

After I finished reading the entire volume, I felt that my magic power had increased a little.

"This technique is somewhat mysterious!"

Shopkeeper Liu was surprised and read through it a few more times. It was indeed very effective. It was many times better than the Qi Refining Technique he practiced.

There was a faint uneasiness in my heart. Even the owner of Wanbao Tower couldn't produce such a mysterious technique. How could it be used to replace the scrap metal? He obviously wanted to refuse to recite, but he couldn't help but continue to recite until the waiter woke him up.

Shopkeeper Liu stuffed the Xuanyuan Sutra into his sleeves without changing his expression. Tieniu and others did not dare to say anything when they saw it.

Wanbaolou has more than a dozen stalls in Fangshi, selling various counterfeit spiritual items. Every time I come back, they go through shopkeeper Liu's hands. Unexpectedly, the highly valuable spiritual items never reach the owner.

"Take them to the warehouse and seize 50% of the goods."

"Thank you, shopkeeper Liu."

Tieniu followed the man to the warehouse.

The outside of the warehouse seemed to be an inconspicuous attic. The formation's aura flickered and entered a spacious hall.

There were rows of shelves in the hall, with jade boxes neatly arranged. Tieniu put away his greed and followed the waiter to the corner.

The clerk pointed to two piles of broken copper and iron in the corner and said: "The antiquities excavated from the ruins on the left are imitations on the right. Don't take the wrong ones."

"Eh."

Tieniu handed the man a spiritual stone before going to choose the real and fake relic treasures.

After a while.

The man took Tieniu away from the treasure house, and it was empty again.

suddenly.

A gust of wind blew up out of thin air, picking up all the scraps of copper and iron and disappearing into the treasure house.

The formation restrictions that Wanbao Pavilion asked the master to arrange were full of loopholes in front of the Earthly Evil magical power formation.

…

Fairyland Residence.

The only inn on the left bank of Cangsuyuan.

Zhou Yi waved his hand to impose a ban and placed the purchased ancient broken copper on the table, worth several hundred yuan.

The only characteristic of these scraps of metal is that they are old enough. They are definitely not dug out of some immortal tomb. They are most likely the remains of an ancient city or battlefield.

He waved his hand and photographed the tip of one of the bronze swords, and his magic power circulated, displaying the yellow and white magic power.

The magic of yellow and white can turn stone into gold and change the characteristics of spiritual objects.

Zhou Yi's magic power circulated, and a bit of supernatural light fell on the tip of the sword. The dusty patina fell off and turned into a brand new sharp sword edge.

"There's still one thing missing."

The Soul-falling Bell appears in the hand, and a wisp of innate spirit breath is taken from the bronze bell body, and it uses yellow and white magical power to blend into the tip of the sword.

Buzz!

The tip of the sword made a soft sound and hung in the air on its own, exuding the most refined and pure Pure Yang Immortal Qi.

Zhou Yi opened his mouth and spit out spiritual fire to calcine, and the sword tip gradually melted into a ball of copper water, and the immortal energy contained in it did not weaken at all.

"As expected of the earthly evil spirit, no one can tell whether this fairy material is real or fake, but it still lacks one attribute."

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, a black hole appeared on his sleeve, and a peach branch slowly stretched out.

The fairy peach leaves fall and merge with the bronze, and the pure Yang fairy energy suddenly becomes full of vitality.

He closed his mouth and removed the spiritual fire, and the copper water turned into fist-sized copper pills, rolling down on the table, and tender green tree buds sprouted on the table.

"The rare immortal material in the world is enough to test the relationship between the immortal immortal and the demon clan. If there is really collusion..."

Zhou Yi frowned slightly. To kill a powerful Immortal Buddha, you must look for his weaknesses and consider the long term.

If you can't kill him with one blow, you will suffer the consequences.

Most immortals and Buddhas die of exhaustion of lifespan, and few die midway. That is why the death of the White Lotus Mother shocked the world.

Now the name of Yiqing Zhenxian is already famous among immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons. When the death of the witch god is spread, it will inevitably cause an uproar.

When the rabbit dies, the fox mourns. Yiqing will definitely be guarded by all immortals and Buddhas.

So this time, Zhou Yi used the name of Yun Zhongzi to avoid any more trouble and completely ruin the name of Yiqing.

"Let everything go with the flow. Those who go against the path of the poor Taoist will sooner or later collide! This time, I have to find out how far the demon court has progressed, which clan is in charge of the demon court, and which immortals and Buddhas will ascend to the throne..."

Zhou Yi gathered his thoughts and continued to make wood immortal materials that would take a month to make the ancient rags.

The fairy peach tree has been a little tired in recent days. It has been making tea constantly, refining elixirs with peach branches, and refining tools with peach leaves. The whole tree looks listless.

Zhou Yi promised to hunt a demon fairy in the future, and let the fairy peach tree enjoy the corpse alone, so as to appease the resentment.

In the Hutian magic.

The fairy peach tree took root in the ground, gradually nurturing the ordinary soil into spiritual soil.

The fiery red bird stood on the tree, staring at the bottom with vigilant eyes, and the feathers stood up.

"Meow!"

Mao Jiu turned into a human form, rode on Gun Gun, and said kindly: "Come down and play together!"

Hu!

A wisp of golden flame spurted out of the bird's beak.

Mao Jiu opened his mouth and sucked, swallowing the flame into the Hutian Cave, snorting coldly: "Meow! Little female bird, don't be ungrateful, I am the master of the harem!"

Yesterday, a little red bird came into Hutian Dongtian, and Mao Jiu didn't care at first. Even if there were three thousand spiritual pets in the backyard, the fairy would love only one.

Who made our Mao Jiu extraordinary blood!

Who would have thought that the little red bird used the innate fire method, which turned out to be the legendary sun true fire, extraordinary blood.

Mao Jiu immediately became wary and wanted to tame the little red bird, so as not to lose the dignity of the master of the backyard. However, the little red bird was good at fire escape, and Mao Jiu was better at earth escape, and neither could do anything to the other.

"My mother said that immortal pills and miraculous medicines are not a pity, and they will not hinder the immortality, but the only thing you can't do is lose the favor of the immortal!" Mao Jiu cried and chased the little red bird on the fairy peach tree.

...

A dozen days later.

A bell rang through Cangsuyuan, waking up Zhou Yi who was meditating.

In recent days, Zhou Yi would go around the market, but unfortunately he didn't find any more extraordinary spirit beasts. The monks of Wanbao Tower investigated for several days, but they couldn't find the thief, and what was lost was only scrap copper and iron, so they didn't pursue it further.

Today.

The Fairy Spirit Meeting officially began.

A series of spiritual lights flew up from the left bank, passed through the clouds, and fell into the fairy palace on the right bank.

The residences of the real immortals are mostly in the unknown places covered by clouds and mist. Occasionally, there is a place where immortals fight and practice, which will attract many parties to fight for it.

The immortals of longevity are willing to open their practice places and hold immortal spirit meetings. Even if there is no demand for spiritual objects, most cultivators are willing to come and get a taste of immortality.

Once a hundred years, unless you are promoted to a master of spiritual cultivation, there is only one chance in your life.

Zhou Yi drove through the clouds and mist and landed on the Yinxiantai. He found that the internal space was much larger than it looked from the outside. The whole was like a giant city.

Yinxiantai was outside the city gate. There were no city walls or gates in front. There were pavilions and towers scattered in an orderly manner, and countless cultivators could be seen shuttling between them.

Looking further away, a layer of colorful light curtains divided the city into inside and outside.

I have been to the periphery several times in the past few days. In Zhou Yi's opinion, it was no different from the ordinary market, except that most of the fake goods were less, and most of the stall owners had strong magic power.

The Taoist priest told me that the colorful light curtain formation would be opened only when the immortal spirit meeting was opened.

Suddenly.

A rumbling sound came from the sky, causing all the cultivators to look up.

A huge black shadow emerged from the clouds, followed by a section of the bow, and then a huge ship.

The building ship slowly landed more than ten feet above the ground. It was clear that there were rows of soldiers standing on both sides of the ship, majestic and awe-inspiring, without hiding their Qi Refining Realm cultivation at all.

"Hiss! Qi Refining cultivators are soldiers, what a grand show!"

"Could it be that some true immortal has descended?"

"The flag symbol should be the Holy Land of Humanity, Da Gan!"

"Dagan, the place where the human race rules a continent? Legend has it that humanity is prosperous there, and there are many people who refine spirits, and Qi Refining is worse than dogs!"

"It's not that exaggerated, it's not much different."

"A few days ago, I met the Taoist League and the Buddhist League from Da Gan, with more than a dozen refine spirits!"

"Otherwise, how could it be a special case to allow the building ship to land on the right bank?"

"It's so terrifying!"

"..."

The Refining Spirit Realm is still a hegemon outside the domain. As a human, you can establish a family, and as a monster, you can compete for the master of the Monster City.

True immortals are too far away from the mortal world, and most of the places they rule are in the realm of refining spirits, and each of them is very famous.

While everyone was discussing, streams of light flew out of the building ship.

Some curious cultivators used magic to detect, and the Taoist robed old man in the lead snorted coldly, and screams of soul backlash came.

Zhou Yi's eyes were shining, and the old man in the front was full of death, similar to the Great Sun Monk who died in the hands of the fox fairy. He should be a Yang God old monster of the royal family who proclaimed his life span.

The two people following closely, wearing purple robes of the Dragon Guarding Division, are also of the first rank.

Walking side by side with the Dragon Guarding Division worshiper is an eunuch, whose aura is even stronger than that of Eunuch Chu.

After that is the Immortal Salary Division worshiper, who has met Zhou Yi a few times, Yang God Zhenren Xuanyuan, and the first-rank monk Jingxin.

After the six first-rank masters, followed by more than a dozen second- and third-rank martial arts masters, each of whom was full of murderous aura, obviously murderers who came from the pile of dead bodies.

The monk Da Gan disappeared in the blink of an eye and entered the colorful light curtain, leaving many amazement.

Such a team is luxurious. It can be said that it can easily sweep away any forces except immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons.

"Jingtai is making such a big move, the Immortal Spirit Association must have something to ask for..."

Zhou Yi thought for a moment, turned into a light, and landed outside the light curtain.

When the Taoist priest Jie Yin saw Zhou Yi, he bowed and saluted: "Senior Yun Zhongzi, please come in."

The monks who were queuing for inspection on the side hurriedly made way. Only the master of refining spirits could be respected by the Taoist priest.

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, and the long black and yellow banner wrapped around his body, turning into a stream of light and falling into the colorful light curtain. Colorful lights flashed before his eyes, as if he was traveling through time and space. After about three or four breaths, he felt the ground under his feet.

The long banner that protected his body flickered with spiritual light and turned into an ordinary whisk.

The spirit gathering formation set up by the True Immortals drew in the spiritual energy from thousands of miles around, and the ground condensed into a spiritual mist more than one foot thick.

Zhou Yi stepped over, and the mist rolled under his feet, as if he had entered the fairyland in the storybook.

The welcoming Taoist bowed and stood aside, until Zhou Yi looked over, and then asked respectfully: "Immortal, is this your first time to attend the Immortal Spirit Meeting?"

"Yes. I am Yun Zhongzi from Yuzhu Cave in Zhongnan Mountain. I have heard of Cangsuyuan for a long time, but this is my first time here."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly. The colorful light curtain restriction outside has the effect of identifying identity and cultivation.

The apricot yellow flag wrapped the body to prevent the original appearance from being exposed. He deliberately released a ray of pure yang fairy energy to reveal the realm of the True Immortal, so the old Taoist who refined the spirit was so respectful.

"Immortal, please follow me."

Clouds appeared under the feet of the old Taoist, and Zhou Yi was lifted up together, saying: "The Immortal Spiritual Conference will last for fifteen days, with the intention of discussing the mysteries and sharing what they have. The ancestor has prepared a place for the immortals to live, which is far away from the outside to avoid being disturbed."

Speaking respectfully, he flew to the center of the fairyland.

Under the colorful light curtain, the fairyland is round and square, and the spiritual energy is more and more dense as it moves to the center.

There are dozens of high towers in the center of the fairyland, four of which are covered with layers of auspicious clouds, and the situation in the tower is not clear.

"Immortal, these eighteen spiritual towers were built by the ancestor himself to welcome the immortals. Among them, the Changsheng Tower is where the ancestor practices, and the other seventeen are no different."

The old Taoist bowed and said: "Among them, the Mingwang, Qiongge, and Shoushan three towers are already inhabited by immortals, and the other spiritual towers can be chosen at will."

Zhou Yi sensed the aura in the four towers, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He actually met an old friend and pointed to the Fatian Tower next to the Mingwang Tower.

"This one will do."

"Please come in, Immortal Master."

When the old Taoist spoke, a spiritual light came out.

The disciples waiting outside the Fatian Tower immediately activated the ban, summoning rolling spiritual clouds to gather around the spiritual tower.

Zhou Yi fell from the clouds, and the gate of the spiritual tower was already open.

"Welcome the real immortal."

The handsome Taoist boy on the left and the beautiful Taoist nun on the right greeted him in unison.

Zhou Yi nodded slightly and said, "Go down, I like quietness."

"Long live the immortal."

The Taoist boy and the nun bowed again and bowed and retreated.

The real immortals have many quirks. Some like to be lively and popular and mingle with the mortals, while others like to be quiet and lonely and practice alone. In any case, just follow their wishes.