The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 210 Dingbei
No one knows what happened between the man from Juntian Taoist Palace and the City God of Fengdu in the underworld.

In the end, everyone only knew that half of the City God Temple in the Huaxu Imperial Capital had collapsed, and the Great Dharma Master of the Juntian Taoist Palace left with satisfaction, while the City God and the Four Auxiliary Gods of Arrest and Judgement could only stand in the ruins with gloomy faces and let the other party leave.

[Fortunately, at least there wasn't too much trouble! ]

After this incident, the Imperial Master's Mansion was demolished by order of the court. The 3,000 disciples of Cihang Pudu were hunted down by the city gods, alchemists, and soldiers from all over the country. In particular, the alchemist lineage that had been oppressed by them for nearly 700 years, the four branches of the Alchemist Mansion, including the mountain alchemists and wandering alchemists, destroyed the fate and broke the sect, and completely cut off the teaching of Cihang Pudu, leaving none of its disciples alive...

And in the Juntian Taoist Palace, the news that Wu Yong had achieved the fourth level of Taoism and became a Taoist general spread, which naturally created a different feeling.

How long has Wu Yong been practicing? Less than fifty years?

Taoist Master Zhenjun is a very important existence in the ancestral world of Jiuzhou.

To reach the fourth level of the orthodox Dao Court, one must smelt thousands of Dao traces and pick a Dao fruit. Only after reaching the fourth level will one be qualified to be called a True Lord. After leaving the sea of ​​​​boundaries, one can suppress thousands of Daos with one Dao and become a True Lord of Dao Court!
In all the worlds of Kyushu, the names of the True Lords and Generals of Dao Court also resounded throughout the Sea of ​​Chaos.

"Donghai and Fuyao, are they going to be rated as the third rank and be called the upper clan?"

Youfeng Daozhengxiu was excited, holding his friend beside him tightly, and asked unconsciously.

"In theory, if a well-established fourth-rank state or county family can produce a Taoist general, it should be ranked among the top clans like Youzhou's [White Wolf Gongsun]."

Wu Feng in front heard this and said with a wry smile:

"But my Wu family has risen too fast in recent years. The master's Taoist camp only has two hundred cavalrymen, and the Fengdao warriors are just over a hundred. Together with the East Sea Taoist temple, it is also..."

The Fuyao Wu family plus the entire Donghai Dojo were only ranked as a fourth-grade family, far from the foundation required of a third-grade family. How could they be ranked as a top-grade family? I'm afraid that their middle-level combat power was holding them back!
Perhaps, if all the hundred regular practitioners of the Wu family's Feng Xiu had to build the foundation of sorcerers, and then spread Taoist children to Fuyao Mountain, and let them grow and develop wildly for twenty years, the Huangtian Dao Camp would have to have ten teams of a hundred cavalry and more than a thousand soldiers and horses. By then, they would barely have the basic base of the upper clan.

But what about the cultivation of the alchemy path in the middle?
The upper limit of the Dao Court's evaluation of quality is not that simple. It needs to be evaluated by various parties, including power, influence, and background, before it can be finally determined as the best quality.

Just like the current upper clan of Liangzhou - the Golden Crow Emperor, they chose a way to survive in the attack on the second-grade great world [You]. The Golden Crow roared, and a half-immortal fell. In that great battle, the clan's resources were exhausted, and only with the heads of six half-immortals from the You world did they gain a position as an upper clan in the Dao Court.

The upper clans of the immortal way no longer obey orders from the Taoist court, but set up their own immortal city, enjoying a cushion under the thrones of the immortals and only obeying the orders of the immortals!
But what kind of person can catch the eyes of the immortals?
At least after seeing the seven near-immortals in the Sea of ​​Realm, Wu Yong didn't even dare to think about joining the clan for the time being...

"Feng Qing is here again today?"

Wu Yong sat high up at the head of Juntian Palace, with the seven gods sitting by his side and practicing. At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and asked outside the palace.

"Yes, sir, the young emperor is practicing the Flame Talisman with You Jijiu and other strong men in the side hall today!"

When Wu Yong asked, Manager Jin stepped out, stood in front of the door and bowed.

Ever since the great battle between the gods and the underworld that day, Feng Qing has worshipped immortality more and more. He gets up at dawn almost every day and returns home at midnight, spending the entire day in the Juntian Palace practicing immortal arts.

Young men admire the strong, and what's more, this strong man is his teacher in name and in fact. Which young man would not admire him?
"Then call him in!"

Wu Yong rubbed a seal with his right palm and nodded.

When Chief Steward Fuyao called the young emperor from the side hall, the young man first entered the hall, bowed, and called him teacher, then found a cushion to sit on.

There was originally only one main seat in the Juntian Hall, but now there were seven more secondary seats. Wu Yong sat alone in the center, surrounded by the seven gods. The pure one held the divine elixir in his hand; the tepid one hid the dragon spirit in his sleeve; the cold one held the silver star fishing rod with his fingertips; the majestic one was surrounded by the primordial energy...

"Teacher, I..."

Feng Qing hesitated a little, not knowing how to call the seven gods, or whether to bow again. But the teacher himself told him not to perform a big ceremony. If he bowed to the servant, it would be a mess of status.

"Don't worry, the seven gods and I are one!"

Wu Yong raised his right palm, and seven figures turned into streams of light, leaped above Wu Yong's head, and entered the Seven Gods Heaven in an instant!

The young emperor then nodded in surprise and asked Wu Yong.

"Teacher, the mirage monster in the Western Wasteland has been eliminated, and the Cihang Pudu in the country has also been eliminated. So what should I do next? Should I pacify the northern border first or send troops to drive out the two monsters in the south?"

The situation in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty is very good now. The Western Wilderness has been eliminated, and it is rumored that a glass treasure mountain has fallen from the sky. A glass palace has been opened and tens of thousands of people have been relocated, and the prestige of the court has greatly increased. The National Master's Palace has declined, and the Juntian Taoist Palace is a peaceful place. The Taoist Palace and the General's Palace have been reorganized, and the talented people scattered around the Eastern Zhou Dynasty have also seen hope. In just these few days, the Taoist Palace has gained a mountain immortal, and the General's Palace has gained two generals in terms of military theory and martial arts.

The Eastern Zhou Dynasty was definitely different!
But when Wu Yong heard this, he shook his head.

"Whether it's the big bandits in the northern border or the old dragons and demons in the southern region, the three-foot-high ice didn't form overnight. We can let it go for now."

"There are still demons causing trouble in the various prefectures of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and there are still evil and wild sacrifices in the countryside. How can you raise an army without authorization? The first thing you need to do is not to be ambitious and think about how to solve the big demons outside the country. You need to rebuild the Taoist prefectures in every prefecture and protect the country and the people."

"The purpose of the war is to make the people of Zhou live a better life, not for the sake of showing off."

"This is what you promised me when we first met."

The Eastern Zhou Dynasty was very large, so large that if it were not for the middle-level soldiers, cultivators and alchemists who could travel hundreds of miles a day to spread the news, ordinary people would hardly have the chance to leave the city in their entire lives.

How can we resist foreign aggression if we don’t settle internal affairs? It’s already very difficult for the city god temples in various places to maintain the national framework. The city god can’t suppress the rebels and refugees…

"I understand!"

The young emperor bowed and asked again.

"Teacher, the way of the alchemists is that they have scriptures but no rules. I am from a royal family and have been exposed to all kinds of scriptures since I was a child. It is rare for an alchemist to manage it, let alone ordinary people. It is difficult to be an alchemist. Only a genius among a thousand people has the opportunity to enter the Tao and practice."

"You want to ask the teacher, can you make this Fengdao Xianxue a famous learning so that people in the world can practice it?"

"Our Great Zhou is over 36,000 miles from east to west, and 100,000 miles from north to south. Normally, we need soldiers in the army to train spirit cavalry to travel fast enough to all directions. We also have the help of the city gods, so that rebellions in various places can be stopped at the local level."

"I want to establish a Taoist temple and promote the way of talismans. For example, with just a few magical horse and armor talismans, ordinary people can reach any place in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty within 20 days. With just gold and yellow talismans, soldiers and ordinary people can also escape disasters and resolve misfortunes."

"..."

Such remarks and insights are quite good, and it is well worth the several months of training with Wu Lie.

Wu Yong naturally would not refuse this request. It was not a bad thing that the Fuyao Fengfa could be broadcast in all realms. He just gave Feng Qing some more suggestions and assigned several Gangsha sorcerers to prepare for him. He started a round of Taoist classes in the capital of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty to spread the foundation of the immortal way on this land.

There are alchemists in this world. This way is quite close to the way of immortality. It is the analysis of the "Tao" of nature from the two yin and yang, four images, five elements, eight trigrams, etc. We only need to sow the seeds of the way of immortality in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. After one or two generations, the golden elixir masters will soon appear.

After the young emperor happily took his leave and received an oral order to find other practitioners to accompany him in promoting Taoism, Wu Yong himself also had to begin preparing to absorb the origin of the great world and gather spiritual inspiration.

Moreover, Wu Yong weighed the incense seal in his right hand, and his eyes darkened slightly.

It is said that this is the previous one of the City God of the capital, and it is the seal of the gods left after the decline of the last imperial dynasty's guardian deity; if it is combined with the divine edict of the City God of the underworld, it should be possible to quickly establish a piece of underworld land. There is no need to start from scratch, and it will take a thousand years of incense and worship to succeed.

But if the underworld is to be orderly, the city god has orders, and the Shinto is prosperous, the only thing that is indispensable is incense.

This is actually not a difficult thing if I can return to Kyushu.

Shintoism is not popular in Kyushu, firstly because immortalism is too popular. Everything that Shintoism can do, Taoism of talismans can also do. Or, in other words, Taoism of talismans itself is actually the product of gods and immortals - the great way of gods and immortals.

But Jiuzhou does not have the Beiyin legal system, nor the inheritance of the earth gods. Perhaps the City God system is a lower-level substitute for this?

But the upper limit of this incense and divine path is the primordial spirit. Only the gods in heaven and earth can live as long as the heaven and earth and shine as brightly as the sun and the moon…Wu Yong was pondering how to make use of this avenue that the entire Jiuzhou had not paid attention to yet—the way of the underworld.

He had a general, high-dimensional bird's-eye view from his previous life, so he naturally knew the future that the underworld held.

At present, even the Qingzhou Haoli Fairy City, which is known as the resting place of all souls, is only regarded by the Qingzhou Zhong family as a place for spiritual practice.

[How can we make good use of this lineage of Taoism and take the lead in Kyushu? ]

If one wants to directly own the underworld, one must truly annihilate the City God and forcibly seize his divine domain? But in that case, it would violate the laws of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. After all, the reason why such a large territory has been able to survive for thousands of years is that the City God God system has eliminated many evil consequences through rewards and punishments, which has maintained the existence of this country.

Even though the City God has made some minor mistakes, we should not and cannot touch him!
[No, there is also - the City of the Dead. ]

A light of inspiration suddenly flashed in Wu Yong's eyes, and he instantly thought of the man in the south. Isn't the City of the Dead, where millions of souls died, owned by the Black Mountain Demon, a real city in the underworld?
Just when he was worrying about the progress of the Penglai Dojo in the south and was concerned about whether the City of the Dead would be destroyed by Yuan Zhong.

Suddenly someone outside the hall reported.

Wu Yong raised his eyebrows and looked over. It turned out to be the Queen of Eastern Zhou who had sent someone to visit Juntian Taoist Palace.

He did not avoid it and waved his right hand. The layout of the hall changed instantly, from a Taoist temple with green lotus seats and cushions below to a reception hall.

When the two Taoists came to greet the Queen and two female officials in their early twenties into the hall, Wu Yong waved his sleeves, and the tea sets on the table rose up by themselves, as if controlled by an invisible giant hand.

Wu Yong immediately sat in the main seat, and the four of them sat down around the table.

"I am sorry to bother you, Master. My son has been resting in the Taoist Palace every day. It is inevitable that he will make mistakes due to his young age. I have not yet thanked you for your forgiveness."

The Queen was dressed in plain clothes, with a hairpin and other ornaments on her head, but she looked gorgeous with a hint of charm and purity. At this moment, she bowed towards Wu Yong with a very sincere look on her face.

There were two female officials next to him, one was a soldier with strong spirit and meridian cultivation, and the other was an alchemist with the energy of the six directions wrapped around her body, both of them were extraordinary.

"It's okay. Feng Qing has a pure heart, good aptitude, and a solid foundation. I think he will be able to establish his foundation soon."

Wu Yong nodded in agreement, pointed with his right hand, pushed out the teacups one by one, and drank together with the three people.

It has been more than three months since entering the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. This is the first time that the Empress has made an official visit on behalf of the royal family. She brought a dazzling array of gifts. After exchanging pleasantries with Wu Yong, she introduced various rare treasures to him one by one, and reported their effects and origins to Wu Yong...

The four of them chatted and laughed for a long time, and Wu Yong stopped flattering and testing the queen.

"I entered the Eastern Zhou Dynasty to explore the spiritual veins of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, but I did not have any delusions about this world."

"The Queen and the civil and military officials in the court do not need to worry about testing. Even Feng Qing, if he has achieved Taoism and formed an elixir in the future, he will also have such a mind."

"I need the forty-eight sacred mountains in the north of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. I will send people to capture the spiritual veins, six out of ten, and then set up a spiritual gathering formation to nourish them. Although the spiritual energy of the mountains will be reduced, the spiritual energy locked in the formation will not affect the practice of the Taoists."

"..."

Wu Yong talked with the three women in the afternoon, but he finally lost interest in waiting for a turnaround.

After clearly stating what he wanted, he politely said goodbye to the three people.

The secular power, sex, wealth and desires of the mortal world have no appeal to him at all. Even if he wants to become an immortal, he knows that whether he succeeds or not, it is just a visible goal for him.

In the lofty impression of the previous life, what are immortals and saints?

If gods are killed, they will die.

Such a huge religion, with tens of thousands of immortals coming to pay homage, collapsed in an instant due to the scheme; the Seven Great Sages conquered the heavens, and suppressed a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers alone, but they were only suppressed under the Five Finger Mountain for ten generations, and no one answered their cries to the heavens or the earth; even the great ruler who resides high on the sacred mountain cannot escape greed, and the coexistence of Buddha and devil, doesn’t it?

Immortal saints are nothing more than more powerful practitioners!
Mortals are nothing more than worldly travelers who do not practice the way of immortality.

The former is not to be feared, and the latter is not to be despised.

Wu Yong's Taoism is impure, insincere, indifferent, and undemanding. For him, the outline of the immortal path had already been unfolded in his previous life through the step-by-step immortal scriptures and biographies.

Since you already know the outcome, why worry? Follow the steps and treat enlightenment as a collection process. If this path doesn't work, try another one. Choose one of the Three Talents, Four Symbols, Five Elements and Six Combinations and cultivate it.

It’s good to achieve enlightenment, but it’s fine if you fail.

If I get it, I'm lucky. If I lose it, it's my fate!

There have been people like this.

Such people are called saints in the immortal way and high-dimensional overlookers in the Shinto way!
Saints are born knowing everything, and they know the final form of each path they take. High-dimensional beings transcend dimensions and know the past with just one thought.

A saint is born with double pupils. He looks down from a higher dimension and his fingertips touch the long river of destiny.

Wu Yong has a little bit of flavor now...

For such a person, there is no obstacle in practicing Taoism. He has no inner demons because he has no fear. His temporary confusion is not about where to go, but about the myriad paths of Taoism. Which one should he take?

On this side, Wu Yong began to review all the known principles and theories, pondering how to pick the fruits of the Tao, open up the path to immortality, and how to build the first Fuli Yintu in Jiuzhou. Perhaps this was a shortcut for him to become a third-rank upper clan?
But what he didn't know was that in the southern island of Dong Zhou, the Penglai Taoist temple had suffered a major setback.

At this time, the remnant king of Penglai was at the foot of the thousand-foot-high black mountain, suppressed by the Black Sky Ghost City floating on the top of the mountain. On the huge city gate, three big characters "The City of Wrongful Death" were written in cursive script. There were dark houses rolling in the city, and infinite black light was projected from them, shocking the cultivators in the field so much that they could only use seven out of ten of their magic power.

This battle was extremely horrific.

"Master, this Black Mountain Ghost Judge is no match for us."

"The Black City is a spiritual treasure. There are tens of millions of ghost soldiers in the city, and they are entangled with the ancient energy of the six heavens. The ten thousand feet black mountain is its body. Inside this mountain, there is the power of the mountain king. Only a great true lord who has transcended the tribulation can take it down."

"Yuan Zhong!"

Taoist General Qingyuan saw that dozens of his men were killed by the Black Mountain Divine Light. His souls were strong and they were immediately pierced through the collarbones by the Ox-Head and Horse-Face in the City of the Dead and taken away. The general was filled with hatred.

But Yuan Zhong was so stubborn that General Qingyuan could not help but grab him by the collar and call him by his name.

After throwing Yuan Zhong away with force, Qingyuan Daojiang gave orders again.

"My men, please leave this Black Mountain first! I will be your support."

Now that the battle casualties have exceeded one third, General Qingyuan doesn't care about Yuan Zhong anymore. He shakes him off with one hand and starts giving orders.

If we delay even a little while against an opponent like this, all the power of Penglai Dojo will be exhausted.

Who could have expected that the old monster named Black Mountain was actually a thousand-foot-high black mountain?
Such a huge sacred mountain could actually turn into a demon? How could that be possible? With the protection of a magical treasure, the power of the true form, and the sacrifice of the Wrongly Dead City, even General Qingyuan could not stand it, let alone others?
There were only a thousand Taoists left in Penglai who were defeated. Yuan Zhong looked at Qing Yuan with an unpleasant expression, and in anger he fought against the Black Sky Hand again. The next moment, Yuan Zhong flew backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He could no longer hold on and called out:
"Retreat first! This officer cannot be defeated."

The version I just posted was a version over. It was from a computer, and there are many errors and omissions. I am posting it again now.

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