Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 3 Immortal Fate
The Temple of Longevity is located halfway up the river and mountain outside Bianliang City.

Apart from Luliang Taoist priest who is over half a century old in the temple, there are four or five Taoist boys who have not reached the weak crown, and they have had little incense and reputation over the years.

Although today's officials advocate Taoism, the Daxiangguo Temple in Bianjing is so famous that it almost wiped out all the nearby believers. The incense is extremely prosperous, the temple is decorated with magnificent and luxurious golden statues, and there is an endless stream of high-ranking officials and dignitaries. Ordinary people naturally sacrificed their lives to worship and worship.

When Lu Daochang was young, his eyes were hot, and he wished he could shed his Taoist robe and put on cassock, but he couldn't bear to part with his black hair.

Now, after so many years, he is already old and his hair has become a flower, but he has long been accustomed to the life in the middle of nowhere.

Just be a bit more difficult, my heart is very strong!

Under the Qingsong Stone Stream, Taoist Master Lu Liang held his fists tightly, exhaled vitality, and was consolidating his heart towards the Tao. Suddenly, he felt the sword light flickering in the sky, and a fairy descended from the sky, whizzing past, and went straight to the top of the mountain go!

At that time, Luliang Taoist priest's face was purplish red, and he didn't care about meditating in the morning class. He lifted his robe to reveal two dark hairy legs, and screamed from his mouth: "Xian, Xianxian, Xianren... Immortal!" !!!”

"Master, master!!" Several Taoist boys cheered excitedly: "I saw it too, I saw it, there is a fairy flying with a sword, and it is going up the mountain!"

"My way is endless!" Taoist Lu Liang burst into tears, recalling that he was sent to a Taoist temple by his family since he was a child, and it has been more than forty years since he was a child. Could it be that God finally moved him to send him down to become a fairy?

"Disciples, hurry up and prepare your clothes and gowns, and go to meet the Shangxian!"

Although he was not sure about the true purpose of the immortal, Lu Liang's accumulated experience for most of his life told him keenly that this might be the only chance for him to truly stand out from ordinary people and get in touch with a true immortal in his life.

Regardless of whether it is a god or a Buddha, as long as it can save him from the sea of ​​suffering, he will be recognized as a monk!
If you miss this opportunity, you may regret most of your life!

Several people hurriedly put on the robes and crowns that they were reluctant to wear on weekdays, dug out the incense at the bottom of the press box and ignited it, and Lu Liang took the lead to hold the incense and walked towards the place where the sword light disappeared in memory.

The mountain road is difficult, but fortunately, the master and apprentice will occasionally go to the mountain to collect herbs on weekdays.

If someone in the family of the nearby people is sick, they usually go to the temple to seek medicine. Almost all Taoist priests know a little bit of medicine, and it is common to go to the mountains, so there is no need to procrastinate when walking.

The terrain of Bianliang is plain, and the mountains are not very high, but within one to two ten minutes, you can see the flat top of the mountain in the distance, and there is an immortal in Tsing Yi sitting on the ground, but his body is slightly suspended, free from dust.

What surprised Lu Liang even more was that on the side of the immortal, a flying sword with intricate patterns cut rocks like mud, and the dust flew up, almost sculpting the general appearance of a cave with the naked eye.

'This, this is the means of a real fairy! '

In an instant, all the doubts were dissipated, and the hot tears in the corners of Lu Liang's eyes could no longer be sustained, and the old tears suddenly flowed down, and he cried indistinctly at the top of his voice after tens of feet away.

"Xianchang! Xianchang!"

"Huh?" Zhang Yuqing opened her eyes slightly, and glanced at the person coming.

How dare a mere mortal disturb the immortal cultivator?
Zhang Yuqing was used to the massacre of mortals who didn't know what was good or bad by scattered cultivators in the Eastern Wasteland. He knew that ordinary mortals would wish to have a few more legs to escape when encountering immortal cultivators.

Fortunately, what he met was me. If he was a demon cultivator, he would probably be skinned after his death.

After a few thoughts changed, Zhang Yuqing took Lu Liang over from a distance of tens of feet.

Lu Daochang yelled twice, and felt the wind under his feet, and an inexplicable huge force restrained him, and then his whole body rose into the air, and in the blink of an eye, he was under the Shangxian Seat.

"Who are you?"

Shangxian's voice pierced into the ears, it seemed ethereal and majestic, and her beautiful face was expressionless but daunting.

Lu Liang didn't dare to look more, for fear of offending the immortal, he knelt down and saluted, and said one by one with reverence and piousness on his face: "Shang Xian looks down, Xiao Dao is the master of the Longevity Temple Lu Liang, whose name is Qingfeng, he has been devoted to Tao since childhood, and his nature is simple. ..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a huge force stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Ugh, ugh!" Lu Liang broke out in a cold sweat, and could hear Shangxian's impatient voice uttering again.

"To the point, what is this world?"

After the words fell, Lu Liang was finally able to breathe. He stooped a little and begged: "Shangxian, forgive me, forgive me! Now it is the first year of the Song Zhihe, and this place is Bianliang, the capital of the country. The current official family is Zhenzong. The six sons have been on the throne for thirty-two years, and the government is well-organized and the people are harmonious..."

As he spoke, he turned his eyes frequently to observe Shangxian's face, but saw that Shangxian became more and more impatient, knowing that he was talking too much, and he didn't care about other things, he just cried: "Shangxian, Xiaodao has waited for more than forty years, and finally got a chance." Yuxianyuan, please let Xiaodao serve you by your side, and make up for your sins!"

Zhang Yuqing didn't care about him, the thoughts in his mind were chaotic,
Song?Could it be the Song Dynasty he is familiar with?
"Do you know Bao Zheng?"

"Bao Longtu Lord Bao?" Lv Liang stopped crying, and thought suspiciously: "It is said that Lord Bao judges the world of the sun every day and the world of the underworld at night, and he is the reincarnation of the king of Hades. Is it true?"Why did Shangxian ask him alone? '

"Bao Longtu has repeatedly solved strange cases and is a clean official. The people of Bianliang City respect and love him very much, and Xiaodao has heard of him a little bit, but he has now been transferred to a local official and sent out, and he is not in Beijing."

Lu Liang replied respectfully.

By now, Zhang Yuqing was sure that this was the Song Dynasty he was familiar with.

Knowing that this is the Great Song Dynasty, the golden light in the sea of ​​consciousness finally reacted, and the sixth sense told him that he could leave this plane at any time and return to the Eastern Desolation Cultivation Realm.

But at this time, Zhang Yuqing was not in a hurry.

With Bao Zheng, it means that the current emperor should be Song Renzong Zhao Zhen, and maybe there will be generals from the Yang family of the Tianbo Mansion, the Five Rats in the Sky Island, and Nan Xia Zhan Zhao...

'However, judging from the various performances of people so far, I am more inclined that this is a non-magic plane, that is to say, I may be the only immortal cultivator? '

As soon as this idea appeared, Zhang Yuqing was startled, and then a burst of ecstasy welled up in his heart.

If this is the case, doesn't it mean that I am invincible in the world in this direction, and I am the only one who can do it alone?
In an instant, countless thoughts came to my mind.

The consciousness of a cultivator is so strong, Zhang Yuqing's strangeness is not revealed at all.

Now, the role of the golden finger could not be clearer.

He, Zhang Yuqing, has the ability to go back and forth between the two worlds!

At this moment, recalling everything he had seen and heard over Bianjing City, Zhang Yuqing knew that many people in the city must have known the existence of his "immortal" at this moment.

'That's a good thing! '

He was still worried about the lack of spiritual energy here, and he was a little disgusted with this place.Now that I know that it is simply a change of plane, then the thinness of aura is not a problem at all.

As long as he wants, he can go back to Donghuang to continue his practice at any time.

And this plane, you can focus on making it a safe and comfortable plane that provides him with cultivation resources!
God is pitiful, although Zhang Yuqing has only practiced for two and a half years, he has already suffered enough from the lack of resources for cultivation.

Although this plane seems to be poor in aura now, maybe he can find some cultivation resources that are also extremely precious to him?
But to achieve this step, he must establish a power that belongs to him here.

Since he is very likely to be the only immortal cultivator in the world today, is there any faster way to build power than to make people believe that he is a real immortal?

You must know that even in the era when miracles and celestial affinities do not appear, ordinary people can throw away their family property and donate to temples and Taoist temples for the illusory longevity, just for peace of mind.

After all, Zhang Yuqing really has supernatural powers and spells, and it is enough to create something miraculous in the eyes of ordinary people like fairy miracles.

At that time, how many people will join him and dedicate everything to him?
Zhang Yuqing quickly cleared his mind, glanced at Lu Daochang who was still kneeling on the ground, and saw at a glance that the latter's body was shaking slightly, his heart was beating fast, and his breathing was not smooth.

After all, Lu Daochang was over 50 years old, and he suffered several stimulations in a short period of time, even a strong young man couldn't bear it.He is still holding on to not fainting now, thanks to his insistence on exercising for decades.

It's like someone sent a pillow when I wanted to doze off.

Now that he has made up his mind to create his own "true living immortal" character design, maybe Luliang Taoist priest will come in handy.

"Get up." Zhang Yuqing gently raised his hand, Lu Daochang felt like a spring breeze blowing on his face, an extremely warm current flowed down from the cranial orifice on the top of his head, sweeping his whole body in an instant, and the place he passed was like soaking in a hot spring The warmth makes the whole body comfortable.

In an instant, even his gray beard and hair will look brand new, even if you are healed from old age, sickness, headaches, body heat, and congested lungs.

Although it did not turn from white to black, it was no longer the pale color of dry and split ends before, but extremely moisturised, oily and smooth.

"This, this is the method of the immortal family! It has been thousands of years, and no one has been able to see a true immortal for thousands of years! I, Luliang, have finally been fortunate enough to be pitied by the gods!" Lu Daochang was about to cry, and was lifted up on his knees by a pair of invisible hands , bowed to Zhang Yuqing, and swore reverently in his mouth: "Disciple Lu Liang, I swear here that I will follow the immortal for the rest of my life, and repay the immortal's kindness!"

(End of this chapter)