Chapter 80: Immortal Residence

Monobe reserved the entire restaurant at Dashunzhai in the evening.

Chunfenglou is suitable for small groups to dine together, but it would be a bit excessive for three or five hundred people to celebrate.

Not solemn.

When the guests of Dashunzhai heard that it was a celebration for the newly promoted spiritual cultivators, they immediately gave up their seats and congratulated one after another before leaving.

Among them, there were diners of distinguished status who left gifts, all of which were top-grade jade rings and jade accessories.

The owner of Dashunzhai immediately announced that the bill was waived, and only asked Zhou Yi to leave a calligraphy.

"This is just the beginning. There is nothing new in Luojing. You may be busy for a few days."

Zhang Cheng looked serious, as he rarely did, and said, "After the prosperity, it will eventually return to the ordinary. Don't get lost in the world."

Zhou Yi bowed his hands to thank him. This was already a heartfelt word, and he would not advise it unless he was a close friend.

Chen Zhubu pulled a young man over and said with a smile: "Old Zhou is busy with work, so there is no need to ask for leave or anything. There are new clerks to do the work anyway. This is Chen Ying, a nephew of mine."

"Hello, Senior Zhang, hello, Senior Zhou."

Chen Ying bowed respectfully: "I am a newcomer, and I hope you will teach me more in the future."

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with wisdom. He was a seventh-rank man at a young age, but his luck was clear and strong. He was not a simple nephew.

Zhang Cheng said indifferently: "Okay, okay, Old Zhang will take you to broaden your horizons tomorrow. How can you see through the world without experiencing it!"

Even if there are countless masters in the Demon Slaying Department, it is difficult not to attract attention when two spiritual cultivators gather in the small Five Internal Organs Department.

Live with Zhilan for a long time and assimilate with it.

The spiritual masters usually chat and discuss the Tao, and you can benefit a lot by understanding a few words.

Although the salary of the Ministry of Things is generous, it is nothing.

Fine wine and delicacies were served in a stream, Zhou Yi sat at the main seat, guests came forward one after another to toast, and he met many colleagues whom he rarely saw on weekdays.

The celebration lasted until late at night, and after receiving tens of thousands of taels of silver in gifts, it ended hastily.

Zhou Yi did not want to make a big fuss. After this period of time, he was still an ordinary and unremarkable clerk in the Ministry of Things.

…

Wanshou Palace.

The incense for calming the spirits rose with curling green smoke.

Emperor Jingtai wore a blue-gray Taoist robe and held a book in his hand.

"On the Punisher".

"The refugees more than a decade ago were able to gather the Yin spirit with merit and enjoy hundreds of years of life. I worked hard to govern the country, pacify the world, and make the country peaceful and the people safe, but I was trapped by my life span!"

"How unfair is God!"

Emperor Jingtai flipped through the books expressionlessly, muttering to himself from time to time.

Chu Daban was waiting on the side. At this time, the Wanshou Palace was empty, with only the master and the servant.

Emperor Jingtai put the torturer aside and picked up the Taoist scripture on the table. It was the "Taiyi Refining Spirit Wonderful Scripture" taught by the master of Taiyi Temple in the daytime.

The founder of Taiyi Temple was a Taoist immortal. This scripture was a secret refining scripture written by the immortal himself.

"These old guys really think that I am old and confused. They swear that they can condense the Yin God, but they are just waiting for my life to run out!"

The original secret scripture written by the immortal turned into ashes as soon as Emperor Jingtai thought.

"The Great Dao is fifty, and the Heaven is forty-nine!"

"There is still a glimmer of hope for the mortal world. If you can walk out of the prison and prolong your life for hundreds of years, I... also have it!"

Chu Daban stood quietly aside, silent.

Everyone thought that the emperor believed in Taoism, ignored government affairs, listened to scriptures and practiced Taoism day and night, just to condense the Yin God and prolong his life.

Only Chu Daban knew that Emperor Jingtai was very clear-headed and knew that it was impossible for him to condense the Yin God, and he did not believe a word of the immortal's sermon.

Emperor Jingtai ordered: "Big Companion, take the second volume of the Sword Canon tomorrow and send it to the Demon Slayer Division as a gift."

"Yes, sir."

Big Companion Chu bowed and accepted the order without asking the reason.

...

Zhou Yi flew back to Qingfeng Cottage.

After condensing the Yin God, he could control the wind and clouds, and finally he didn't have to cast spells secretly.

In the future, he would find some magic and pretend to practice it, and then he could use the escape method, thunder method and sword method publicly.

The genius who could condense the Yin God by copying scriptures would certainly comprehend the magic faster, which sounds good!

Before Zhou Yi got home, he sensed a familiar breath at the door, it was Sanwu Taoist.

He fell into the courtyard and opened the door to welcome him.

Sanwu smiled and bowed: "Layman, please forgive me for coming to visit you."

Zhou Yi had several female netizens in his previous life, but he had never met them successfully.

This was the first time he experienced a face-to-face meeting with netizens in this life, and he felt a little strange.

Fortunately, Sanwu and I often communicated with each other, and we were already very familiar with each other. I knew that the old Taoist had a free and easy personality and didn't care about trivial etiquette.

"Daoyou, please come in quickly. This small courtyard is not as good as the sacred mountain."

"The great secluded is hidden in..."

Before Sanwu finished speaking, he saw two trees in the courtyard when he entered the door.

One is a jujube tree, and the other is... a peach tree!

The jujube tree is lush and full of green dates.

The peach tree has sparse branches and leaves, as if it has been infested with insects.

In Sanwu's eyes, the peach tree is so full of vitality that he almost thought it was a thousand-year-old tree goblin.

"Daoyou, this peach tree is not simple!"

"It's just so-so. I don't take care of it on weekdays, and many leaves have fallen."

Zhou Yi asked Sanwu to sit on the stone chair and took out the teapot and teacup. The water was the spring water from Cuifeng Mountain.

The spiritual fire ignited spontaneously, and the water in the pot boiled instantly.

San Wu was looking at the words on the stone table and nodded slightly. The standard was acceptable, but unfortunately the font was too artificial and lacked some freedom.

The jade unicorn paperweight in the corner of the rice paper attracted San Wu's attention.

"Top-grade magic weapon!"

San Wu was surprised and his evaluation of Zhou Yi went up a level.

Yunxiao Taoist Palace is already a giant of the Taoist sect, and its inheritance is older than Daqian. He, the Supreme Elder, cannot have the luxury of having a top-grade magic weapon as a paperweight.

The grade of magical artifacts is the same as that of monks, divided into nine grades, upper, middle and lower. Anything beyond the first grade is an immortal artifact.

This jade unicorn paperweight looks like a living thing standing on rice paper, and there is a faint neighing sound.

Ordinary trees, spiritual trees, ordinary rice paper, and high-quality magical paperweights, Sanwu was slightly impressed by Zhou Yi Xianfan's free-spirited state of mind.

Zhou Yi took a piece of fairy peach leaf and dropped it into the boiling water of the teapot. Once brewed, a rich fragrance immediately wafted out.

"This aroma is more alluring than the few spiritual tea plants in Baiyun Temple."

Sanwu was not polite, he poured the tea by himself, closed his eyes and savored it for a few breaths, and sighed: "Fellow Taoist, this small courtyard is really the residence of immortals. No spiritual mountain blessed land can compare with this cup of tea!"

Zhou Yi looked at Sanwu carefully. He had white hair and a childlike face, and his skin was like a baby's. Purple-gold light shimmered and flowed on the surface of his skin.

"Fellow Taoist, isn't this from me?"

"good eyesight!"

Sanwu nodded and said: "My identity is complicated and sensitive, and many people are secretly watching my whereabouts. In order not to cause trouble with fellow Taoist, I discussed swordsmanship with fellow Taoist Pei at the Tongtian Sword Sect, and Yang Shen slipped out of his body."

Zhou Yi praised: "Yang Shen is like a real person, and fellow Taoists are not far from the real immortals of Taoism!"

"One step away is like the difference between heaven and earth!"

Sanwu sighed: "I have been making no progress for hundreds of years. I came to Kyoto this time just to try my luck and see if I can get the guidance of a true immortal."

"True immortal? Could it be..."

"He is the one who fought against the Lord of Qingqiu and killed the White Lotus Evil Buddha with his sword!"

Zhou Yi looked slightly embarrassed and quickly changed the topic: "I have heard about the name of the Master of Tongtian Sword for a long time, but I wonder how you two talk about swords?"

"It's a matter of swordsmanship... of course it's a matter of course."

Sanwu chuckled and said: "In sword fighting, Pindao is not as good as a martial artist like Sword Master Pei. So I made an agreement with him not to fight, but to explain the concept of swordsmanship to compare!"

"Just talking about not fighting?"

Zhou Yi somewhat understood that they were competing with each other to see who could boast better.

Of course, at the level of Sanwu and Pei Yu, it is impossible to brag.

For example, a sword can open up the world and transform all living things into being. This is purely nonsense and cannot be achieved by a true immortal.

Discussing swords must be methodical, at least it sounds like real swordsmanship.

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with interest, he raised his hands and said.

"I am very interested in discussing swords. How about discussing it with fellow Taoists?"