There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Chapter 274
  Wang Ping remained silent. The various transactions in his ears made him understand more deeply that Daozang Palace was really just a platform to balance the forces of all parties. It was not as high-end as the lower-level monks imagined.

Thinking about it, the recommendation system is already very backward, and Daozang Hall is elected from the sixth seat onwards. Some sects have a fixed number of sixth seats that can be passed down, thus forming a very strict hierarchical system.

Without the pressure of the great monks, such a system would spark conflicts for at least two hundred years, resulting in various rebellions and vendettas.

Within a moment, Zi Luan returned with a smile. Wu Quan found a three-seat person from the underground cave gate, and they just collected five three-seat seats. The person they wanted to nominate was an alchemist from Linshui Mansion, called Zuo Jian. Already, its status in Linshui Mansion is second only to Longjun Jiuzi, with independent Daozang and islands.

His greatest characteristic is that he is rich!

In the end, Wang Ping simply obtained a golden vein.

When the quotas were presented, Yun Que took out a jade slip from his storage bag and recorded them carefully. This process lasted for a long time. In the end, a total of 16 quotas were presented, which meant that a few were not recommended.

Yun Que confirmed the sixteen places in public. The last place he confirmed was his brother Jiang Cun. His introduction was particularly interesting. He said: "The last nomination was made by Pindao and four fellow Taoists. The co-recommendation is Jiang Cun, Pindao’s youngest brother. He has recently been involved in some affairs in the north of Zhongzhou. Fellow Taoists, please bear with me."

When he spoke, he looked around, meaning that his brother was recommended by the five of them. It's up to you when you vote. Just say whatever you want.

In fact, these words are of little use to these third seats at the scene, but if Dragon Palace is compared with other forces, everyone present will definitely be slightly biased towards Dragon Palace.

"The energy supply method of the Dragon Palace water flying boat is quite good. I wonder if it can be replaced!" Gan Xing said. As the leader of the Fuming Mansion Loose Cultivator Alliance, what he cares most about is the maritime trade within the alliance. If there is a flying boat, , the efficiency can be doubled several times.

"Don't even think about it. Even if Dragon Palace is willing to sell it, you can't afford it." Wu Quan poured cold water on it.

"It's okay if you think about it." Gan Xing straightened his expression.

Wang Ping asked doubtfully: "Is there anything different about Dragon Palace's sea flying boats?"

There are flying magic weapons in this world, but they are extremely rare and do not have much combat effectiveness. Their practical effects are not as good as those of monks flying by themselves. They are only used to transport some important items at most.

"You can extract water spirit energy directly from the sea to power the power array!" Gan Xing said enviously.

"It's indeed a good thing!" Wang Ping nodded, and the idea of ​​using his soul to read the magic circle on the flying boat came up in his mind.

"Let's not even think about it. People may not give it to you if you come forward."

Discussions like that of Wang Ping and others continued to echo at the scene. Yun Que deliberately waited for half a quarter of an hour, and then in the voting, Jiang Cun became the candidate for the third seat as expected.

When Zi Luan finished voting, he said: "These people are all fine people. Look at the people they selected. Except for Jiang Daoyou, they are all wealthy people. You can just wait in the dojo for these three days." Someone will send you a post with various promises, and as long as you vote, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, the things they promised will be the same.”

"How do we choose this time?" Wu Quan asked. The three seats he had just invited had already left, so he asked more directly.

"We'll talk about it later, just communicate in time." Zi Luan responded.

Yun Que, who was in front of him, was the first to get out of the way after finishing his polite nonsense, and then everyone else in the hall also disconnected their spiritual energy one after another.

After the illusion was removed, Wang Ping's eyes fell on the door of the courtyard, and he pinched the magic formula in his hand. The surrounding space quickly shifted, and the illusion of "Shuiyue Bell" gradually faded, and the figure of Taoist Yucheng appeared at the door of the small courtyard.

"This illusion is so magical that even the soul can be deceived." Taoist Yucheng praised.

"I used some rules from the world of inspiration." Wang Ping explained simply.

"If it can be applied to the entire Qianmu Temple, at least we don't have to worry about ordinary sneak attacks." Taoist Yucheng said with a slight regret.

Wang Ping smiled and said: "I guess even Fujun can't do this."

The illusion of this world requires specific magic soldiers or some specific geographical locations. For example, the communication illusion used by the third seat must use reality as a reference.

Therefore, the most practical and common illusion is to use heavy fog as a barrier, and then use various props as supports to build a scene that is both real and illusory.

Taoist Yucheng sat opposite Wang Ping and said: "I contacted the two inbound monks at the underground cave gate. They will come over in six days to help us sort out the terrain around Qianmu Mountain. Now you are a pacifier, and you have become a pacifier. In the third seat, there will definitely be a lot of trouble, and it is the right thing to break away from the mortals under the mountain."

Wang Ping nodded lightly and added: "Another point is that the inner disciples lack the most basic awareness of guarding. When something happens, they are not even as good as the police officers in the city. Furthermore, the inner disciples are too idle, and most of them are People are just dawdling around, so we need to find more things for them to do.”

The main reason why this matter could be ignored is that in the past two hundred years, Wang Ping and Taoist Yucheng's main thoughts were not on the development of Qianmu Temple.

After the exchange between the master and the disciple, Yucheng went to implement the new system of the sect, while Wang Ping flew over the Golden Courtyard. The magic circle here is very well maintained. When the time comes, the golden veins can be taken and planted directly, and it will be ready within a hundred years. It can obtain a fusionable spiritual vein, and at the same time provide more energy to the Nine Great Formation. After inspecting the Golden Courtyard, Wang Ping led Yu Lian and landed quietly in the ruined city at the foot of the mountain. The originally dark earth was restored to its original state because of Wang Ping's magic, and the constantly blowing dust had subsided. But the people who died for this could not survive.

The government soldiers maintained order on the edge of the ruins, and the police officers maintained order on top of the ruins, because many people from other urban areas had already rushed over to look for their relatives on the ruins, but only a few had relatives to collect the bodies, and most of them almost lost their entire families.

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit miserable, and there were sounds of crying from time to time.

In the corner, a young man's angry voice suddenly came from the crying voice: "What bullshit gods? They are the ones who caused this disaster..."

"you shut up!"

An older man scolded, "If the gods hadn't taken pity on us, how could we have the good life we ​​have now? You don't even know if you would have been born. Kneel down quickly and recite the Dharma's name and pray for the gods' atonement!"

"I don't!" The young man looked at the two charred corpses on the ground and refused stubbornly.

"I tell you to kneel down!"

The older man stepped forward, held down the young man's neck, pushed his head to the ground, and then knocked his head three times on the scorched wooden board on the ground, and muttered something, which probably meant his child or something. I don’t even understand, I’m praying to gods for forgiveness.

The nearby police officer heard the young man's complaint and was about to step forward to speak. When he saw the scene in front of him, he silently retreated to his original position, and then glanced in the direction of Qianmu Mountain silently.

Wang Ping, who was hanging around the ruins like an ordinary student, naturally heard the young man's words and was touched in his heart.

Someone has said that everyone actually has two looks, what they think they are and what others think, and what others think is ever-changing. In the hearts of young people, the gods of Qianmu Mountain are the source of all evil, while in the minds of their elders, In his heart, the gods of Qianmu Mountain allowed their family to have enough food and clothing, which was a good thing.

When many people around heard the young man's words, they clasped their hands and prayed silently in their hearts, including some students.

Wang Ping walked away quietly and walked slowly around the edge of the ruins. Soon he came to a place where the remains were stored. There was a strong smell of medicine to dispel the plague. It was guarded by two teams of soldiers and three soldiers. A Qi practitioner is exorcising evil spirits according to Taoist rituals on a temporary altar.

There were piles of dry firewood around the bodies. Apparently the county decided to burn the unclaimed bodies.

Wang Ping stopped and observed for a long time, then continued to walk forward, reaching the edge of the originally bustling river. Half of the river embankments had collapsed, and two small red boats had been capsized. Fortunately, it was daytime, and the people on the red boats were There aren't many people.

The Red Boat Loft built on the river on the other side is safe and sound, mainly because it has a simple fire-extinguishing circle carved on its surface. At this moment, every window of the loft is full of people. Most of them behave indifferently and look at this disaster. It's a bit of a joke, but I don't know that they have walked away from the door of hell.

On the bank of the river, many old people knelt down and prayed. It seemed that this disaster was caused by their own fault.

Wang Ping looked at them curiously and listened to the prayers in their mouths. His emotions quickly became full, but most of his emotions were negative.

"what happened to you?"

"It's nothing, I just feel a little want to laugh."

"Want to laugh?"

"kindness!"

After Wang Ping answered, he had disappeared. The next moment, he appeared in his dojo and asked the boy to bring him a jar of old wine.

After Yu Lian confirmed that Wang Ping was fine, she went to find Shen Xiaozhu and stopped Wang Yang who was rushing to the mountain top dojo.

After drinking a jar of good wine, Wang Ping's body did not change at all, because he had already cultivated into a spiritual body. However, when drinking, his mind relaxed a lot. The good wine in his mouth relaxed the negative emotions in his heart a little, and then he regained consciousness. I lay on the grass in the garden with the wine jar in my arms, thinking quietly until the next morning.

In the morning, the boy brought breakfast as usual, which was a bowl of light wontons.

After eating the wontons, an inner disciple at the foot of the mountain ran outside the garden. The boy guarding the gate received the news and came in to report: "Master, a member of the Imperial Guard, Wanhu, said he was your old friend and asked to see you on behalf of the royal family. "

Wang Ping's face was full of confusion. This was an old friend and represented the royal family. The first thing that made him think of was Xia Yao.

But in fact, it was Leng Qianhu whom he met on Mozhou Road before.

(End of this chapter)