I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 389

The aura of Yeshan dissipated, the rocks turned back to mortal stones, and the soil of the mountains also returned to mortal soil. Although there are mountains as heavy, how can they hold down the ancient monster?
The gray-white giant rhino came out of the mountain naturally.

The only remaining two big monsters of the Yuezhou White Rhinoceros turned back into human form. They were two unusually tall and well-built men. The receding turbid flood flows east along the hidden river into the sea.

The three dragons each had injuries, which also appeared.

A fox demon walked towards them with graceful steps.

The battle at this stage is over, but the shattered Yeshan Ghost City also left Song You with a huge mess.

It got really dark.

The orb hanging in the sky disappeared at some point.

Song You was still walking slowly with a cane.

A small hill around Yeshan Mountain has basically been flattened, and the ground has been devastated and soaked in water, making it damp.

The Taoist walked towards that side alone.

It seems that he is the only one left in the vast world.

As the sky became darker and darker, the sky full of stars appeared, and they could not be counted in detail, the more they were counted, the more they were counted. At the same time, although a lot of the ghostly aura in the world was wiped away by the shocking battle, there were still a lot of them. At night, many will-o'-the-wisps come out and float in the air, illuminating the earth.

In the distance, there is a little ghost rebirth.

Now that the way of heaven has changed, there is a strong cloud of ghosts here, and people who die here, as long as they are not killed by some method that can hurt their souls, their souls will be wiped out, and they will almost certainly become ghosts.

Song You walked towards him.

The middle-aged Taoist in the distance turned into a ghost from a pool of flesh and blood, but he was not surprised or panicked at all. Instead, he found a small high slope among the ruins and walked up it, walking like a normal person.

Then he sat down cross-legged and looked into the distance.

Wearing five-colored divine light, the fox demon strode across the sky, ascended to the sky, and suddenly poured down countless rays of divine light to fight the three-headed dragon.

The light even shone here.

The earth is bright and dark, flashing and flashing.

Everything was reflected in the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist.

It wasn't until Song You approached that he looked back at him.

"The national teacher is not lame now?"

Song You stood in front of him with his stick, and stared at him with his head down. Although this national teacher is good, he is not very high. The ghost he transformed into now is not much stronger than the new ghosts transformed into by ordinary people after death.

"Poverty's leg disease is both on the body and in the heart." The middle-aged Taoist's voice was erratic like the wind, as if it would break off at any moment. He glanced lightly at the beach left by himself in the distance, and no one could tell what it was. The red and white blood of something, "Now that the physical body is destroyed, the heart disease is also gone, and it will naturally heal."

"Where is the heart disease of the national teacher?"

Song You stood where he was, lowered his head and asked him.

"Pindao once told fellow daoist that the leg disease of pindao was left by his master, and he never lied to fellow daoist." The national teacher said calmly.

"Ah."

Song You just nodded.

In fact, many times, people who are full of lies are not good at deceiving, and those who are accustomed to deceiving often tell the truth.

"My family teacher is also my father. My surname is Du. 2000 years ago, I used to refine the elixir for the emperor of the Yu Dynasty. In the end, fellow Taoists knew about it." It has not survived 200 years, but our pursuit of the elixir of life has never stopped. Sometimes even poor people don’t know why people of that generation insist on it. Heh, even though immortality is still rejected by emperors and monsters It is an irresistible temptation, but they are dull, not as good as the poor, and they are smart, smarter than many people, and most people have already known that they will never be able to find the word "longevity."

He paused while speaking:

"However, 2000 is too long after all. For 2000 years, it has been passed down from generation to generation, and even the largest mountains have been removed. In my father's generation, he has learned Taoism at Fengtian Temple in Luming Mountain. He sought the elixir of immortality on the grounds of alchemy, but he failed. After taking the elixir, his body became immortal, but his mind and soul became disordered and turned into something similar to a ghost. Pindao was both his apprentice and his disciple at that time. The only son, who stayed by his side all the time, fought with him later, was torn and bitten by him and broke his leg, and it has been like this forever."

"Has this become the obsession of the national teacher?"

"Yes, it doesn't count."

The national teacher withdrew his gaze from him, turned to look into the distance, still sitting cross-legged, like an ordinary Taoist who sits cross-legged in a mountain temple and practices mountain wind, mountain rain, and then said:
"Pindao has no talent for cultivation, no matter how much he learns, his Taoism will be the same. However, Pindao has been smart since he was a child. Except for practicing spells, most of the things that only require the use of the brain can be learned, and even many things that have never been touched. Often you can see the essence clearly at a glance, so it seems that you can do anything, but it seems that you don’t know what to do.”

The battle between the fox demon and the dragon in the distance became more and more intense.

All kinds of divine lights are constantly flickering, making this side flickering, there are constant rumbling sounds, and there are constant waves of air blowing here, which makes the soul of the national teacher flicker.

"It seems that the national teacher chose the most difficult one."

"It's because it's difficult enough." The national teacher didn't care about the wind, and said to him, "It's also because the ancestors have always wanted to make this elixir of life, and my father did the same, and died because of it. How difficult is this, and with poor skills, can it be done."

"I see."

"It's meaningless to say these things." The national teacher looked away again, and continued to look at him, "I'm waiting for you this time, and I only want to tell you three things."

"The purpose of coming down to find the national teacher is the same."

The national teacher didn't show any expression when he heard it. Since he knew it, why did he smile, and naturally he didn't have any extra words: "Although the poor Taoist wants to live forever, he has been in power for many years and has devoted himself to state affairs. Although he hurt ghosts, he has never done anything wrong. For the benefit of Dayan and humanity, even if it is a ghost town in Yeshan, the poor will do their best..."

"Wouldn't it be considered a detriment to Dayan and humanity if the water-dividing knife fell into the hands of the northern demons?"

"It turns out that fellow daoist got the water-dividing knife." The national teacher shook his head, regretting that this person is too skilled, not only can't figure it out, but he doesn't even dare to count, "but the water-dividing knife is originally in the royal treasury. Do you think that Martial Emperor believed what the poor Taoist said, and gave whatever the poor Taoist wanted?"

"Your Majesty is amazing."

"It's useless to say these things. His Majesty has two or three years to live at most. This matter has been defeated. He can no longer become the ghost emperor of the underworld." The national teacher shook his head and continued to talk about his business. The system has been established, and the law has been set. All the officials are benevolent people. Among them, the poor have never had any selfishness, nor have they paved the way for Tiangong or His Majesty. But it is not the poor. Loyal to His Majesty, but Pindao already knew it when fellow Taoists arrived in Changjing, His Majesty cannot be the ghost emperor of the underworld, even if Pindao succeeds in his grand plan, he will not be able to do it."

As he said that, he looked up at Song You: "Fellow Daoists can continue to use the original system and rules of the ghost city in the underworld. You only need to wait for those ghosts to come back and rebuild the ghost city, and it will continue to operate."

"That's the first thing."

The national teacher is not worried that Song You doesn't trust him.

Song You didn't doubt much either.

Whether it is as he said, it is actually not difficult to find out, anyway, whether you believe it or not, Song You still has to read it again.

"Fellow Daoist's seal can not only seal the ghost town's ghost energy for one year, right?"

"Three years."

"Nowadays, many ghosts in the ghost city have been burned by poor Taoists. I am afraid that the condensed time of the underworld will be delayed a lot. More importantly, the condensed process of the underworld itself is not a short process." The national teacher heard his words. The answer only nodded, and continued, "One day, the poor Taoist dreamed a scene, which was the gathering of the underworld and the underworld. There was a piece of spiritual soil flying from each of the heavens, the earth, the east, the west, the north, the south, the middle, and the five directions. , spring water with infinite vitality, supplemented by the essence of yin and yang spiritual power, the sun and the moon, created the prototype of the underworld."

"Dream?"

"It's the enlightenment from the Dao of Heaven to the poor Dao."

"Heaven gave you enlightenment?"

Song You cast his eyes on him.

The national teacher also raised his head and looked at him.

Song You immediately understood——

If he didn't have himself, the lame Taoist in front of him would really make the elixir of life. This is a new way that has not been blocked by the heavens before. At least he can gain longevity before the heavens sanction him. The underworld has successfully condensed in recent years.

This man is amazing.

"Five squares of soil in the southeast, northwest, and four seasons. Pindao searched for several years and found their traces, but he only took the soil from the north and the middle. He was afraid that it would be damaged by the war, and put it in Yinnan County. It should be in the mountains south of Yunzhou, the eastern soil is on the isolated island outside Langzhou, and the western soil is deep in the desert of the Western Regions. The Four Seasons Spring is probably in Jingzhou, but the Four Seasons Spring loses its spiritual power when it leaves the spring. Probably only those who practice the spirit of the four seasons can obtain it."

"This is the second thing."

"Pindao was troubled by the fact that he could only increase his 'Yangshou' but not his 'Yinshou'. He got inspiration from the ancient ruins by accident. Pindao always felt that this was not easy."

"Someone wants to use your hands to practice longevity medicine? Or do they want to use your hands to cause chaos in the world?" Song You suddenly turned his head and looked at the fox who was still fighting in the distance.

"Pindao thinks it's the latter."

"Is there any basis for it?"

"My heart is chaotic, I can't speak."

"The third one."

"There's nothing left to say."

The national teacher sat on the hillside very calmly, still watching the monsters fighting in the distance, and said to him: "Let me die, otherwise when those ghosts come back, Pindao doesn't know how to deal with it."

"call……"

A gust of wind blew by, and the middle-aged Taoist disappeared.

If the matter of Yeshan is not spread, this Chang Yuanzi should have left a good reputation among the people and in the history books.

Song You shook his head and smiled, looking into the distance.

I saw him turn his back to the battlefield, as if he didn't care about the earth-shattering monster fight, only facing the remaining Yeshan in front, the flash of spiritual light stretched his shadow for a long time, and then suddenly mobilized the rest of his body With most of the stored spiritual power, he held up the bamboo stick and made a pause.

"Om..."

The spiritual light swayed along the earth, as if it was boundless.

Magical supernatural powers, both death and life.

The rocks floated up and returned to their original positions.

The mountain collapsed only in an instant. It was the infinite destructive power of the ancient monster. Now it is gradually reorganized under the spiritual light, and it is even more unimaginable to restore it to a mountain.

(End of this chapter)