I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 290 Good Merit and Prayer: Earth Immortal Blessed Land

"You don't need to worry about this junior brother. This is due to the strong foundation of my senior brother. Like us monks crossing the catastrophe, there is no such a big battle."

Beside Feng Bingwen, an old farmer who was riding an old scalper, who seemed to have nothing to do with the scene that seemed to be falling apart, said with a smile.

Feng Bingwen looked at the Taishang Daoist, and in a trance, a scene like a paradise appeared in front of him. The fruity fragrance that made people saliva wafted from the lips and tongue, the breeze blew slowly, and the waves of wheat billowed.

"Thank you, brother, for letting me know."

Feng Bingwen broke free from the illusion in the next moment, and thanked this senior brother like an old farmer in the country very politely, while the farmer riding a yellow ox looked Feng Bingwen up and down with surprise in his eyes.

"Junior Brother really has good eyesight, he actually saw my Peach Blossom Spring!"

"Not a hallucination?"

Feng Bingwen was startled, and immediately understood that he was worthy of being a disciple of the Supreme Dao, and this random one he met was so terrifying.

"Of course not. Illusion is no better than Xiao Daoer, unless you have reached the realm of turning the fake into reality, but with such a realm, why bother to practice that illusion? What you just saw is my paradise!"

The farmer brother laughed, with a look of complacency in his eyes.

"But I see your realm, brother?"

Feng Bingwen frowned, feeling a little puzzled. According to his understanding, only Earth Immortals can open up blessed lands, and Human Immortals can only make some preparations in advance.

"Only Yuan Dan, isn't it?"

This kind of doubt, this high-ranking disciple has obviously experienced it many times, but this time, facing a strange fellow disciple, he still took the trouble to explain it.

"My realm is indeed lower, but my peach blossom garden was not created by myself, but left by my ancestors. It's just that I got a lot of blessings and got it by luck."

"I see!"

Feng Bingwen suddenly realized, and unconsciously showed envy on his face. No one would be envious of this kind of thing. It's like someone inherited hundreds of millions of assets in a previous life.

"Senior brother is really lucky, but at the Yuandan realm, he can inherit a blessed land."

"It's just a fluke, the road is long, we still need to search up and down, don't slack off!"

The senior brother dressed in plain and unpretentious clothes is very modest. At this time, Feng Bingwen looks at him completely differently. This is the realm of Yuan Dan, and he has inherited a blessed land. If this is practice, um.

"Dare to ask senior brother, what benefits will it have for your practice after you have obtained this blessed land?"

Feng Bingwen asked if he didn't understand. He knew that the Paradise of the Paradise occupies a very important position for the cultivation of the immortal way, and it can be said that it is irreplaceable, but he didn't know the benefits of the Paradise of the Paradise for the cultivation of the immortal way.

"Benefits? This is really too much, I'm afraid I can't say it for a while."

"Senior brother, please pick a few things that you think are important and talk about them, so that I can understand them. Maybe I also have the same blessing as you, senior brother. I found a blessed place when I walked on the road!"

Feng Bingwen said half seriously and half jokingly.

"Hahaha, junior brother, you are really interesting. Let me think about it. After I have a blessed land, I no longer need to worry about the exhaustion of spiritual power. If I fight with monks of the same realm, no matter who it is, I will never be able to win with magic power." pass me."

Hearing such a direct question from Feng Bingwen, the Taoist was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled, generously explaining his doubts,

"Secondly, when you comprehend some specific supernatural powers and spells, you will have more insights. In addition, some unique elixir and fairy materials will be produced in the blessed land, and you can sell them in exchange for a lot of resources , to benefit itself."

Although what this senior brother said was very vague, it is already quite good if the other party is willing to tell. Feng Bingwen also understands the various benefits that low-level monks can get if they obtain the blessed land in advance.

First of all, the efficiency of practice is directly maximized, which is equivalent to carrying a huge spiritual vein with you. For the monk himself, its spiritual energy is already inexhaustible and inexhaustible. The only thing that affects the practice is the monk himself. Refining efficiency.

The second is to enhance comprehension, but it seems to be affected by the blessed land, so there is no way to choose it by yourself. The third is that the blessed land itself is a comprehensive resource point, and monks no longer need to worry about foreign things.

To sum up, even ordinary casual cultivators may be able to soar into the sky if they get the blessed land, but it is a pity that the one who got this blessed land was a disciple of the Supreme Dao. Basically no need.

"Thank you, brother, for letting me know!"

Feng Bingwen thanked him earnestly. Although he is a brother of the same school, he doesn't owe him anything. It is quite good that he is willing to tell him this relatively confidential matter.

"Ah, by the way, there is one more thing. The original inspiration bred by the blessed land is of great benefit to monks forming alchemy. If you can find a blessed land while walking, junior brother, when you form alchemy, no matter how talented you are, you will be able to form alchemy. The quality of the Knot Pill will definitely improve a bit."

When he said this, the corners of the mouth of this unpretentious senior brother were raised slightly, obviously making fun of what Feng Bingwen said earlier about walking to pick up blessed land.

"So there are such benefits? Thank you, brother."

Feng Bingwen didn't care about this, he ignored the brother's ridicule, and thanked him again.

"Hahaha, although this junior brother is unfamiliar, he is really good. This time, there is no need to thank you. If you have found a blessed place before you formed an alchemy, please thank me again!"

Rumbling--

When Feng Bingwen was about to say something more, the catastrophe that had accumulated enough energy finally broke out. Almost instantly, nine streaks of purple and blue thunder fell, mercilessly striking the victim directly below them.

From Feng Bingwen's position, he couldn't see where his master was at all, and he couldn't see clearly what kind of damage the nine thunderbolts had caused him, but he could see that as the nine thunderbolts fell, the nine thunderbolts fell. Next, the lightning flashed, and the Thunder Snake swam away.

Even though Feng Bingwen was already at the outermost edge of Thunder, he still felt a tingling electric shock all over his body.And this can no longer be regarded as the aftermath of the thunder disaster.

"Hehe, junior brother, how do you feel?"

The mouth-watering wheat scent is mixed, and a mouth-watering peach scent permeates. When Feng Bingwen refines the power of thunder that invaded his body, he finds himself in a peaceful and quiet small valley .

It's just that the next moment, this peaceful scene turns transparent, and the oppressive sea of ​​thunder and calamity emerges once again.

"Heavenly might is mighty, terrifying!"

Feng Bingwen let out a sigh of relief, but couldn't hold back his curiosity, looking at this seemingly small blessed land.

"Senior brother, why is your blessed land so..."

Feng Bingwen has never been a person who likes to be secretive, but it would be too naive to say what he thinks, so he paused and did not spit out the last adjective.

"Why so small? Junior brother, that's what you want to say!"

"I don't mean to offend senior brother, I just want to ask, as far as I know, it seems that there should not be only this number of blessed lands, it should be bigger."

Feng Bingwen had some doubts in his eyes, this is a paradise.It can be seen at a glance, and its size is only a village that can accommodate hundreds of families. Although the rice fields intersect and peach blossoms are everywhere, it is really too small for Fudi.

"I just praised my junior brother for his good eyesight. I was right. This blessed land of mine is actually not a real blessed land, but just the embryonic form of a blessed land. The senior Earth Immortal who opened up is just a casual cultivator, and I haven't accumulated enough.

When he opened up the blessed land, it was only this size. Later, when he went out to explore in a place, he encountered a catastrophe, died, and disappeared, and this blessed land was left behind. I happened to enter it by mistake during a trip, and then Refined it. "

"It's such a pity that I just became an Earth Immortal and then fell away!"

"Who says it's not? Who would have thought that a god who has cultivated to such a level would disappear without notice for a while, which is embarrassing."

"Although it's not very good to say this, but if that senior Earth Immortal can fall after a few hundred years, the blessed land you got, senior brother, is probably worthy of its name."

"Satisfied people are always happy, junior brother, we practitioners must restrain our emotions and desires, otherwise once we indulge, we will lose our minds, and we will not even know that disasters are coming."

"Senior brother taught me that."

"Although it is just the prototype of a blessed land, it is just right for me. If it is a real and complete blessed land, I really can't refine this little bit of cultivation. No matter how good it is, what does it matter to me?" beneficial?"

"The one that fits is the best."

Feng Bingwen was thoughtful, and the thoughts that emerged in his mind were completely clear.

Rumbling--

Another piece of thunder fell, and dazzling rays of light burst out from the endless darkness. Feng Bingwen felt his whole body vibrate as the thunder roared.

But soon there was another aroma mixed with fruits and grains, and Feng Bingwen quickly regained his sobriety, his ears were still humming slightly, with the aftertaste of thunder roaring faintly echoing in it.

The majesty and majesty cannot be violated!
Feng Bingwen looked at Tian Jie, and a sense of fear emerged in his heart, but soon, with a high-spirited sword chant, that little fear was instantly shattered and wiped away, leaving nothing but a passionate fighting spirit.

"Brother, your cultivation base is too low, why don't you follow me and retreat a little further?"

A gentle voice sounded, and Feng Bingwen turned his head to see the simple-looking senior brother looking at him, his eyes were as gentle as the old scalper he was sitting on, and seemed to be tolerant of everything.

"If you don't retreat, I will leave first. Brother Daozi's Thunder Tribulation is too strong, and I can't stand it."

"Thank you, brother, Bingwen is rude, and I haven't asked the name of my brother!"

Feng Bingwen got up, and thanked this senior brother whom he had never met before for the third time. Although he was not young, the feeling of being taken care of was really good.

"My common name is Zhang Xiu, my Taoist name is Qingyuan. You can call me whatever you want."

Seeing the young man in front of him respectfully saluting himself, the Taoist sitting on the back of the ox suddenly laughed. A bamboo hat appeared in his hand at some point, and with a light lift, Feng Bingwen stood up straight.

"Brother Qingyuan!"

"Don't care about these red tapes, let me go, this catastrophe is actually nothing to watch, just take a look and it's almost enough."

Taoist Qingyuan pulled Feng Bingwen onto the back of the ox, turned around and left.

At this time, the center of the thunder calamity became more and more terrifying. One after another, strands of thunder poured down from the center like the Milky Way bursting its embankment, drowning everything there, and the destructive aura surged and spread.

"Didn't it say it was safe there?"

Feng Bingwen turned his head and glanced at the place where he was just now claiming to be very dangerous.

A purple-green thunder flew past there, although it was only an extraordinarily weak arc, the aura escaping from it was frightening.

"You don't want to think about the cultivation level of the deduced elders. In their eyes, as long as we are not killed by lightning, we are safe."

"This……"

Feng Bingwen was dumbfounded.

"By the way, I haven't asked yet. Whose disciple are you and when did you start?"

"Senior brother, I started a year ago and worshiped under Zhao Junxian and Zhao Daozi."

"Are you a disciple of Senior Brother Zhao? Isn't that a sign of being inferior?"

Zhang Xiu couldn't help laughing, but immediately his face showed a free and easy look, and he waved his hand indifferently,
"But it doesn't matter, after your master crosses the calamity, you will become a human immortal, and you and I can still be called brothers."

"How does this make it?"

While speaking, Feng Bingwen glanced back at the raging Thunder Waterfall in the center of the Thunder Tribulation.

"What's the matter?"

The senior brother in front of him perfectly conforms to the ordinary imagination of immortals, riding a bull, simple and natural, informal, and casually dressed.

When Feng Bingwen was talking with this senior brother, his mind was immersed in the heavenly book unconsciously. After all, he didn't have to deal with the heavenly calamity, and he was taken away from the area covered by the thunder calamity.

Name: Feng Bingwen
Good deeds: five hundred and seventy-eight thousand seven hundred and sixty-six (578767)

Evil deeds: One thousand eight hundred and twenty six (1826)

Thanks to a year's accumulation, Feng Bingwen's good deeds at this time have reached an extremely exaggerated level, and the greatest contribution is that his father dispersed his family business, benefited the people on the frontier, and refreshed the highest good deeds in the heavenly book Record.

Of course, what satisfies Feng Bingwen the most is his bad karma, which is always in the four digits, and that faint crimson flame is always burning, and he doesn't feel like burning his bad karma.

Feng Bingwen felt that most of these bad karma should be attributed to the disciple he accepted and the private school he opened. After all, teaching students is indeed the most tortured thing in his life. It's painful.

"Pray: I want a blessed land of earth and immortals."

He didn't have any big ideas, Feng Bingwen faced the heavenly book and made what he thought was a simple and unpretentious wish.

Well, no surprise, except for the crimson flame, Tianshu didn't move at all, didn't respond to his wish at all, and ignored him.

(End of this chapter)