I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 87 A Gentleman’s Appointment with Duan De
The great religion has long been submerged in the long river of time, and the occasional splash of waves reflects some of the secrets hidden in the depths.

A simple and majestic celestial monument, surrounded by a faint aura of chaos, with clear edges and corners, rough lines, imprinted with the pattern of a human head and a dragon's body, and eight mysterious hexagrams representing the origin of the avenue on the back.

This is clearly the Fuxi Dragon Monument that Fu Jin is very familiar with, and it is what it looks like when it is complete.

Next to the stele with a human head and a dragon body, there is a rough stone platform, which looks like a pile of yellow mud. It is engraved with a pattern of a human head and a snake body, and there are traces of the great road intertwined.

When Fu Jin was collecting the remaining stele on Earth, he had seen a stone platform with a similar appearance, but he was unable to do anything about it at the time and missed the opportunity to collect it.

That is Nuwa Dao Stone.

Fu Jin looked solemn as he opened the next page of the ancient book and saw the content recorded in it.

These two artifacts, which are like ancestral artifacts to him, have never been owned by the sect. It was just that when the founder of the sect was searching for the practice method of the way of chaos in an ancient ruins, he discovered this in it. The imprint of the Great Dao, and later the creation of the Great Sect, also preserved the imprint.

During the years when the sect was prospering, a half-stone of a dragon tablet similar to the mark was found in a battlefield between gods and demons long ago, and it was regarded as a sacred object and has been kept in the sect ever since.

Until it declined later, everything was acquired by Wanchu Holy Land.

"Did our ancestors also walk on the path of the chaotic body?" Fu Jin looked thoughtful.

As a physique that is born in harmony with all things, the chaotic body is not affected by the living emperor. It is consistent with the mark of Tianxin and proves that the emperor is at his peak. This kind of physique will make anyone excited and jealous.

The most well-known one is naturally the ruthless emperor. The magic she created can transform from acquired nature to give birth to a divine fetus and transform into a chaotic body.

It is perfectly normal for Emperor Fuxi to have had such thoughts and ideas and create corresponding methods.

But unfortunately, according to records in ancient books, most of the methods acquired by the founder of this religion are incomplete, as if they were deliberately destroyed.

"Does Holy Son Wanchu want to find clues from the ancient characters in the cave to find out the origin of the teaching method, so that he can find the complete method of practicing the Tao of Chaos?"

Fu Jin guessed in his mind that the idea was correct, but the assumption was somewhat wrong.

The Holy Son Wanchu deciphered the ancient characters, and more wanted to find the complete version of the four pole volumes of the "Xihuang Sutra".

The ancient scriptures for practicing in this secret realm were incomplete, which affected his cultivation. Only then did he search the ancient books, find the ruins of the sect, and send his cronies to look for people who could decipher the ancient characters.

"So, that half of the dragon stele is really in the forest of stele in Wanchu Holy Land?" Fu Jin put away all the ancient books in the clean room and walked out of the hall.

It's hard to say, but I'm going to do what a gentleman in Liang Shang does again.

But this time the target is the oldest Holy Land force in the Eastern Wasteland.

After thinking about it again and again, Fu Jin decided to take a risk, and this time it was to find the missing parts for Long Bei, and Long Bei would not hesitate to take action.

Turning into a blue rainbow, Fu Jin found the nearest city, confirmed his current location, and headed towards the gate of Wanchu Holy Land.

Soon after, he came to a city where monks gathered outside Wanchu Holy Land.

As one of the few forces in the world that can be called a "Holy Land", the Wanchu Holy Land is completely different from the Great Sect Taixuan Sect.

There are not so majestic peaks and beautiful scenery, but more ancient palaces and buildings, hidden among the mountains and fields. They look simple and unremarkable, but they also hide the charm of nature, covered by wisps of chaotic atmosphere. It seems to be a scene before the creation of the world.

Looking from a distance, in the vast void on the top of the large palace, a vast and oppressive aura is released, blocking all prying eyes.

Ancient holy soldier.

Although there has never been a great emperor or even a quasi-emperor-level figure in the Wanchu Holy Land, there have been several ancient saints with profound knowledge. Among all the Holy Lands, their strength is second only to the few that have the imperial soldiers to suppress them. .

"Follow these people to become disciples, and then try to find them slowly?
"Is it better to just sneak into it alone, find the remaining monument and leave immediately?"

With Fu Jin's temperament, he actually wanted to follow the first method, but he didn't know when the Great Emperor's Palace in Belvedere would be released. He was worried about the Chaos Stone in it, so he could only choose a rougher method.

Having made the decision, Fu Jin naturally did not want to delay, and planned to take a look at the terrain pattern outside Wanchu Holy Land. But at the moment he was about to leave the teahouse, several comments floated in not far away. in his ears.

"Have you heard that someone almost sneaked into the Wanchu Holy Land last night?"

"So you also know. According to what my uncle's cousin's master's cousin said, that person didn't almost sneak in, but had already entered the mountain gate and even stole a certain divine object."

"So that's it. I asked you why the holy land even sacrificed the weapons of ancient saints."

Fu Jin put away his thoughts of leaving and listened quietly to the discussions of several people.

Not only him, the attention of other people in the teahouse also fell on a few people.

Someone sneaked into the Holy Land, which was a big deal.

He even stole a sacred object, which was a shocking scandal.

"Someone really stole the sacred object?" Someone in the corner upstairs obviously didn't believe it.

This is an ancient holy land that has existed for countless thousands of years, and its foundation is frighteningly powerful.

If a divine object is really lost, I am afraid that the entire Central Territory will be turned upside down immediately.

Regarding such suspicion, the big man who had relatives in Wanchu Holy Land and broke the explosive news immediately scratched his neck and said:
"what do you know.

"That guy dug a thief hole outside the Holy Land that leads directly to the inside, and he really sneaked in."

Seeing that what this big man said was true, many people believed it.

"Then why didn't the Holy Land conduct a large-scale search?" The man from before was choked and immediately asked for details.

When the big man heard this, he hesitated a little and couldn't explain why.

"I do know something about this." Someone spoke again, attracting everyone's attention.

Under the gaze of everyone, the man slowly said:
"What that person stole was not some immortal artifact, but the bones of a deceased important figure in the Wanchu Holy Land.

"The bones of our ancestors buried in the tomb were stolen in front of someone's eyes. If word spreads about this, will the Wanchu Holy Land become a laughing stock?"

Robbery?

"Isn't this just a tomb robber?" Someone immediately reacted.

No wonder he dug a hole that even the masters in the Holy Land could hide from him. Co-author is an expert!

"I don't know whether the Holy Land has become a laughing stock, but you, a mere casual cultivator, who dares to build a Holy Land here, will inevitably become a laughing stock." A young man walked up the stairs, his eyes like daggers, and he fell. On the person who told the truth before.

When the man saw the clothes on the young man's body, his expression changed drastically.

"A disciple of Wanchu Holy Land?"

"Not bad." The young man smiled coldly:
"My sect has lost a treasure, and I see you know a lot about it, so come back to the sect with me and talk about it together!"

The man looked ugly, but he gritted his teeth and actually opened the window of the teahouse and turned into a ray of red light and went away.

The young man remained motionless, waved his sleeves, and a golden divine light flew out.

呲la.

The red light and the figure in it were immediately cut in half, blood spattered in the air, and the body fell.

"Everyone should understand that misfortune comes from the mouth, right?" The young man looked over with a smile on his face, and everyone he looked at moved away, not daring to say another word.

Fu Jin looked at the splattered blood and his expression moved slightly.After the domineering young man left, he left the teahouse and headed towards the direction where the body fell.

Unexpectedly.

There was no body, and there was no trace of the blood that had been sprayed just now.

Moreover, he did not feel the strong blood energy of a normal monk from that person.

"The gods of the Dao Palace?" Fu Jin seemed to have some realization.

And not far from here, in a newly opened dark cave underground, a fat Taoist priest with a bloated figure was full of anger and cursed:
"If you dare to ruin Master Tao's good deeds, Master Tao will make you a laughing stock."

Fu Jin stayed in the city for the time being.

Although disciples from the Wanchu Holy Land came forward from time to time to punish those "rumors", the matter of the stolen bones of their ancestors was still revealed by an unknown person.

Even the disciples from other Holy Lands, after hearing the news, came over one after another and gathered in the city to chat excitedly.

Facing these people, the disciples of Wanchu Holy Land had no choice.

In just a few days, the entire Donghuang knew about the scandal in Wanchu Holy Land, which instantly attracted many people to laugh and watch.

"Brother Zhang, for the sake of our friendship, just let me go in and take a look at the robbery cave. Just take a look."

"My surname is Li. I am a disciple of Wanchu Holy Land. I am not familiar with you. If you dare to insult my disciple again, I will fight you."

"Hey, brother Zhang, don't be angry. Last time I sold you a rare life-saving elixir. Have you forgotten the life-saving grace?"

"You deserve to say that you are kind to a magical medicine that is less than a hundred years old, and you blew it up to be 300 years old, and defrauded me of most of my property."

There was a clanging clang and a burst of weapons clashing.

Fu Jin's figure was inconspicuous among the crowd watching the excitement, and he kept walking on the periphery of Wanchu Holy Land.

He was not looking for the exit of the robbery cave, but wanted to find the person who stole the body.

Similar means, similar behavior.

If he guessed correctly.
"This person should be Duan De." Fu Jin knew something in his mind.

Maybe we can cooperate.

"Sneeze." A round-faced young monk who was also mixed in the crowd sneezed.

"Who is missing Master Dao?"

After searching for several days, Fu Jin had a target of suspicion. He looked at the round-faced little Taoist priest not far down the mountain.

In the past few days, he had met this person several times.

Relying on the mystery of his own physique, he could sense the breath of this person the moment he passed by. It was somewhat familiar, and it was quite similar to the person who was killed a few days ago.

When Fu Jin looked at the round-faced little Taoist priest, the other person also looked over, and he seemed to be somewhat familiar.

"One day is like three autumns apart. Taoist Master and I haven't seen each other for a long time. How about going to a teahouse and having a cup of tea?" Fu Jin stepped forward generously to invite him.

"Who are you? Does the Taoist master know you?" The round-faced little Taoist priest said in a bad tone.

"What the Taoist Master said is really heartbreaking." Fu Jin said with a "sad" look on his face:
"A few days ago, the Taoist priest was chopped into two halves by the disciples of Wanchu Holy Land. I went there personally and planned to collect the Taoist priest's body."

Upon hearing this, the little Taoist priest's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but look up and down at Fu Jin.

He thought that he was very good at concealing his aura, and he never expected to be seen through today.

"If Taoist Master doesn't believe it, how about we call over those disciples from Wanchu Holy Land that day and verify their identity together?" Fu Jin smiled sincerely, but his words were full of threats.

The round-faced little Taoist priest no longer denied it and asked carelessly:
"Why are you looking for Master Tao? Do you want to dig up your enemy's grave? Or do you want to steal the enemy's tomb? If there is any treasure, Master Tao is willing to dig it up."

"Taoist Master Duan is really happy." Fu Jin pointed out the identity of the other party, which elicited a cold snort from the little Taoist priest.

"I just came here for an enemy."

"Tell me your family address and background." The little Taoist priest was very professional and asked for details right away so that he could find out the details in advance.

"Far away, close in front of you." Fu Jin looked at the Wanchu Holy Land in the distance, surrounded by the hustle and bustle.

The little Taoist priest immediately understood and was so angry that he itched his teeth and said:
"Boy, are you making fun of Master Dao?"

"Taoist Duan is full of ambition but not strong enough?" Fu Jin did not answer directly, but raised his eyebrows with a slightly contemptuous tone.

The little Taoist priest's veins were beating wildly on his forehead and he lowered his voice:

"Master Dao has dug his hole to the top of the tomb. Do you think this is a lack of strength?"

"Are you afraid?" Fu Jin still used words to stimulate him.

"Are you deliberately looking for trouble?" The little Taoist priest almost yelled:

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, as long as Taoist Master Duan helps me sneak into it." Fu Jin said his purpose.

The Holy Land of Wanchu has been rooted here for countless years. The formation pattern of the mountain gate is consistent with the surrounding terrain and mountains. He has no confidence in sneaking in without alerting the other party.

It still depends on the professional in front of you.

"Just sending you in?" The little Taoist calmed down.

"Not bad." Fu Jin nodded.

"Where's the reward?" Daochang Duan asked again.

Fu Jin apologized and smiled:

"I am so shy in my pocket that I really can't get anything of value out of it.

"However, in exchange, I can guarantee that I will never reveal the identity of the Taoist priest to Wanchu Holy Land. How about that?"

The round-faced little Taoist priest's face was red, and his lungs were about to burst with anger. His body swayed and turned into the appearance of a bloated and fat Taoist priest. He actually returned to his original shape in anger.

"Boy, are you threatening Master Dao?"

"Unless it's a last resort, I will never betray the Taoist priest." Fu Jin said calmly, as if he was convinced of the other party.

Duan De was unwilling to agree, but as soon as his mind moved, he came up with a deceptive idea and coldly snorted:

"Master Dao will promise you this time.

"There will be another time."

"Don't worry, Dao Zhang Duan. As long as you send me in, we will be grasshoppers on the same thread. Can I still harm you?" Fu Jin said in a tone of "We are all our own."

(End of this chapter)