I was forced to cultivate immortality when I just wanted to lie down

Chapter 426 Twelve Altar Masters? Twelve Quasi-Immortals!
The Golden Armored Divine General, being an inanimate object born from obsession, has little self-awareness. Xu Qing, taking advantage of the situation, threw out the Spiritual Master Fu Luan like a bone, and the divine general chased after him like a dog!
The culprit who prevented the first emperor from achieving immortality, the public enemy of all the generals and ministers who were forced to be buried with him, is a fugitive who has lived alone for two thousand years and is still living a carefree life.
Each of these charges alone would be enough to give Master Fuluan a hard time; he must hate people so much!
Looking at the cult leader who had sent the golden-armored general away with just a few words, the monk Xinyuan felt that he himself was quite dull.

"He's also a pathetic walking corpse."

Xu Qing is a soft-hearted man who can't bear to see people die with their eyes open. He has made up his mind that once the Yin River calms down, his shop must arrange a ritual to deliver these golden-armored gods to the afterlife.

At that time, he would tie the spirit medium to the front of the First Emperor's mausoleum and make this Nuo immortal recite repentance scriptures for all the spirits buried with him for forty-nine days.

The mundane world, the Fen River.

Master Fuluan was excitedly recounting the situation of the Yin River to Xie Qiongke.

"Now, the three of us, together with the sect leader, have completely annihilated Wu Qi, the chief sorcerer of the Yinhe Sect!"

Master Fuluan speaks without batting an eye, and anyone who doesn't know better would really think he did a lot of work.

Xie Qiongke was, after all, a Yuan Shen True Person, and Zhang Pingsheng and Xinyuan were his old acquaintances. Xinyuan pretended to be crazy all day long and liked to hide his talents, but how could he not know Zhang Pingsheng's abilities?
Given the cultivation levels of Master Fuluan and his companions, it was absolutely impossible for them to defeat the leader of the Yinhe Sect without paying a price. The only explanation is that Xu Qing, the Great Luo Sect Master who personally eliminated Gui Lu, once did so.

"Is the sect leader some kind of immortal being reborn?"

Xie Qiongke found it hard to understand how profound one's cultivation must be to disregard the rise and fall of evil and subdue the demons of the Yin River with one's own supernatural powers in this world.
Master Fuluan shook his head and said, "The sect leader's background is so powerful that it's beyond our comprehension."

As the two were talking, Master Fuluan suddenly felt a surge of emotion, and his eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Hmm? Could it be that the secrets of heaven have changed?"

The spiritual master unconsciously used prophetic techniques, and on the spot, he used a peach wood pen to scribble irregularly on the sandy beach beside the Fen River.

This is the Divination Technique of Luan Zhao, which integrates the essence of divination from ancient and modern times, and is the divination method he is most proficient in.

The Venerable Fuluan's eyes, with their black and white pupils darting about like chess pieces, and the peach wood pen in his hand, also guided by divine inspiration, drew an ugly, head-down bird pattern.

"Is that... the crane from Jingxia Street?"

Thinking of the two cranes that frequently came and went, Master Fuluan's face turned green. This divination was quite unlucky!
Nuo Xian's unease grew stronger, and he consulted the oracle again. This time, the symbol of the current short-lived emperor appeared on the sand: the character "王" (king).

There is a king on the white sand, that is the emperor.

Writing on sand is the least enduring method; wind and rain will erase the writing, just as the emperor's lifespan was destined to be short.

The divination signifies the arrival and departure of unlucky cranes, and the impending death of a short-lived emperor.
The monk Fu Luan felt increasingly uneasy, sensing that something bad was about to happen.

He couldn't resist divining again, and this time his name, Xu Junfang, appeared on the sand.

"Is my own karma coming back to me?"

Master Fuluan felt that this scene seemed familiar.

"not good!"

Xie Qiongke, who was watching the commotion from the sidelines, was unaware of what had happened.

Xie Qiongke only realized what was happening when the two men's hair stood on end and dark clouds gathered over the Fen River.

Rumbling--

A thunderclap boomed on the turbulent river. When the thunderclouds dispersed, the two looked up.

Above the river, a three-headed, six-armed maiden appeared in the form of incense offerings, blocking the oncoming thunderbolt.

Not far away, the skinny Taoist Qingweizi looked at the little girl with three heads and six arms and finally gave up.

He shouldn't have taken any chances. Judging from this little girl's abilities, she's probably old enough to be his great-grandmother!
Shi Yue's face tightened, and she looked up at the Venerable Fu Luan, who had attracted the heavenly lightning, and gave him a lecture.

Although she didn't lose much incense offerings to deal with this lightning strike, the incense offerings of Baosheng Temple didn't come easily. In addition, there were important matters entrusted to her by the sect leader that needed to be dealt with urgently. If Master Fuluan acted recklessly at this time, he would really be walking into a trap.

The Nuo Immortal was in the wrong and could only force a smile, not daring to utter a single rebuttal.

He may be a Nuo Immortal in the outside world, but in front of the original shareholders of Jingxia Street, he can only be considered the lowest in the food chain, the least qualified person.

At the same time, Master Fu Luan also made up his mind that he would completely give up divination in the future, and at least before he became an immortal, he would never cast a divination again!
In the Fen River basin, Shi Yue kept a close eye on the group, as if she were a supervisor, fearing that these seemingly unreliable people might delay the sect leader's important affairs.

Not long after the brief incident with the heavenly thunder, the Fen River suddenly swelled, followed by a Tai Chi sword cleaving through Yin and Yang. Then, a massive cauldron of mountains and rivers opened the entrance to the mortal world from the Yin River, continuously pouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that the shamans had stolen into the Fen River.

Xie Qiongke's mind sharpened, and he immediately activated the array plate given to him by Xu Qing.

The next moment, the complex array transformed into a celestial chart, with the Three Enclosures and Twenty-Eight Mansions overhead, and countless stars arranged like a chessboard, covering an area of ​​more than a thousand miles!

At the heart of the formation, Xie Qiongke was stunned for a moment by this grand formation.
"It's the Zhoutian Xingdou formation!"

Master Fuluan was a man of great knowledge and experience. When the great formation mobilized the power of the stars and controlled the tides of the human world, he instantly recognized this peerless formation.

At the heart of the formation, Xie Qiongke's heart skipped a beat. What virtue or ability did he, a mere Nascent Soul True Person, possess to control such a grand immortal formation?

This is like a newly weaned foal being made to carry a full load of goods and travel thousands of miles a day.

Can they survive, or can they not?
Xie Qiongke couldn't help but have second thoughts, but the oath he had made with his Daoist heart, the oath he had sworn before Heaven and Earth, did not allow him to back down even a step.

One step back, and your Dao heart will be damaged, your path to immortality will be hopeless. One step forward, and you'll be squeezed dry by the great formation, dying without a burial place.
If he chooses the former, he will inevitably be included on the same list of untrustworthy individuals as the Venerable Fuluan, and will be despised by thousands of people in later generations, thus disgracing Lü Zu.

Choosing the latter, though it means certain death, at least leaves behind a legacy of benefiting future generations and a reputation for sacrificing oneself for the common people, ensuring eternal fame.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Xie Qiongke gritted his teeth and unleashed his golden core, which he had been holding onto for many years, at full power.

His tragic appearance truly moved him deeply.

Outside the grand formation, Master Fuluan subtly reminded everyone that this was not the true Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Formation, but a simplified version of the Xiao Zhou Tian Formation.
But recalling how he himself had been awestruck by the might of the Tianjin Grand Formation back then, the scheming Master Fuluan swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Although it was the Lesser Heavenly Cycle Formation before him, its power was no less than that of the Lesser Heavenly Cycle Formation he had presided over in Tianjin.

Master Fuluan could almost foresee that even if Master Xie's life was spared, he would still need to recuperate for a hundred or two hundred years, just like him.

Sometimes he admired Xu Qing's swordsmanship from the bottom of his heart; the other party had truly maximized the utilization of them, the Nascent Soul cultivators.

They can't handle more than a fraction, and they won't have enough if they take too little.

They're even better at ordering people around than the landlords!

The Fen River surged with tides, its white waves rolling. Upon seeing this, Shi Yue immediately flew forward and released the sixteen leaders and five thousand plague-inducing ghost soldiers from the embroidered ball, using them to move mountains and rocks and dredge the river channel.

Beside him, the experienced Master Fu Luan also summoned his sword box, dividing the river to slow the impact of the terrifying spiritual tide.

Although Qingweizi's cultivation was low, he took the lead and joined the dredging team to clean up the chronic diseases of Yaozhou and bring in new blood.

Ten days later, in Yaozhou.

Shi Yue kept Xu Qing's instructions in mind. As soon as the formation ended, she ordered the sixteen leaders to carry the sedan chair and send Xie Qiongke, who was weak and exhausted, back to Tianjin for recuperation.

Before being stuffed into the sedan chair, Master Xie still remembered the promise Xu Qing had made to him:
"The sect leader said that after this matter is over, he will bestow upon me the position of one of the twelve altar masters of the Great Luo Sect."

Shi Yue was unwilling to respond to this matter on behalf of the sect leader, but she didn't want Xie Qiongke to overthink things. After some deliberation, the troubled girl subconsciously took out the magic treasure, the golden brick.

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The exhausted Xie Qiongke instantly regained his senses: "I was just asking casually. We can discuss this matter when the sect leader returns!"

Shi Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and her expression instantly returned to its usual well-behaved and sensible state.

On the banks of the Fen River, when Zhao Pingsheng and the others left the Yin River and returned to Yaozhou, Xie Qiongke had already disappeared without a trace.

The newly recovered spiritual master smiled and said, "Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your perfect merits. You have already returned to Tianjin to prepare for the conferment of your titles and the ascension to the altar."

Zhang Pingsheng and Xinyuan didn't think much of it; they just felt that presiding over the mortal array was a really good job.

If you don't believe me, look at Xie Qiongke. He doesn't need to enter the Yin River to face the threat of demons. He only needs to manipulate a ready-made formation for a while to gain the leader's approval and become a key member of the Great Luo Sect. Isn't that a great job?
Then there's the Venerable Fuluan before us, a trustworthy and disreputable Nuo Immortal with a questionable reputation, who, after presiding over the Tianjin Feedback Array, transformed himself into one of the twelve altar masters of the sect.

It's like a pig catching a gust of wind and instantly flying into the heavens.

Although Zhang Pingsheng and Xinyuan obtained the position of Grand Master of the Great Luo Sect ahead of schedule, neither of them has yet made any noteworthy achievements.

After thinking it over, the two of them almost simultaneously came up with the idea of ​​presiding over the next grand event.

There are still many underworld leaders. If the Great Luo Sect wants to eliminate the demonic atmosphere here, it will have to continue to operate the Feedback Formation.

If the two of them don't preside over one or two sessions, wouldn't they be inferior to Xie Qiongke and Master Fuluan for no reason?
"Master, in the future, if there are any matters requiring you to preside over the grand formation, please let me do it!"

Xu Qing looked at Zhang Pingsheng in surprise.

Before he could respond, the monk Xinyuan, equally shameless, said, "This humble monk can also do his part in this matter."

Xu Qing was secretly pleased. He had sent Xie Qiong away so that Zhang Pingsheng and the other man would not feel guilty and could take on the important task of guiding the Yin River spiritual tide to nourish the area. He never expected that before he could even speak, the two of them would volunteer first!

"Of course, of course. If the two altar masters want to contribute to the sect, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Zhang Pingsheng was also delighted, for the Great Luo Sect was accomplishing a great deed that would benefit all living beings and bring blessings to future generations.

If he can distinguish himself and leave a name for himself, he will bring glory to the entire Zhengyi sect. If he has the opportunity to achieve enlightenment in the future, he will likely gain the appreciation of the Heavenly Emperor and obtain a higher immortal position!
Xin Yuan's thoughts were much simpler; what he wanted to accumulate was not his own reputation, but the reputation of the entire Buddhist community.

Xu Qing has an extraordinary background, and the Great Luo Sect is suspected to be the chosen one. If one day this sect becomes the savior that ends the calamity, all kinds of people in the Three Realms and Six Paths will surely examine the 'chosen one' who once joined the Great Luo Sect.

If there are no Buddhist disciples among them, or if the Buddhist community is not well-known, wouldn't that be his fault?

Monk Xinyuan is gambling on the future of the Great Luo Sect, and Zhang Pingsheng is gambling as well. Only Xu Qing, who is not human, understands that the Great Luo Sect has no future.
Even if such a thing existed, it would only be used to offset the sins of those who violated the Heavenly Laws. He couldn't possibly lead the Great Luo Sect to the Upper Realm and rewrite the Heavenly Laws, could he?
Xu Qing initially intended to laugh it off, but for some reason, instead of laughing, he subconsciously began to consider the feasibility of the last option.

When Xu Qing realized the change in her mindset, she suddenly woke up.

Sure enough! He must have been influenced by the master of the Little Water Curtain Cave and the Great God of the Sea, otherwise how could he have such a dangerous idea?

Xu Qing reflected deeply. He was currently just a minor flying zombie who had not even attained the Dao Fruit of the Kui Ba. How could he be thinking about such rebellious things now?
In the following six months, Xu Qing led the core disciples of the Da Luo Sect to conduct burial tours throughout Yaozhou, while also promoting the Da Luo Sect's achievements in controlling calamities, altering land and mountain landscapes, promoting the growth of all things, and protecting humankind.

Xu Qing had his own judgment. Since the Great Luo Sect had done a great service to the world, why should it keep it a secret?

It should be known that even demons and heretics cannot resist deceiving ordinary people for incense offerings, either to use for their own transformations or to perform minor incense-related magic.

The Great Luo Sect is engaged in legitimate work of saving the world and helping people, so it is only natural that they would receive higher quality merit offerings.

Moreover, these incense offerings are crucial to the establishment of the Great Luo Sect. Xu Qing wants to purify the Yin River and give back to the human world, which is exactly what he needs.

Merit accumulated during chaotic times may not be of much use to a zombie, but for the three religions he founded, they are an extremely important strategic resource.

In the past six months, Xu Qing has absorbed all the merits of the flourishing of all things in Yaozhou by leveraging the reputation he had accumulated in the Great Luo Sect.

With the endorsement of the Emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, Xu Qing built the Daluo Temple on the banks of the Fen River in Yaozhou.

Inside are enshrined four 'Great Luo Heaven' immortals, as well as a sect leader.

In addition to the sect leader and the four altar masters, Xu Qing also specially added a shrine for 'Qingwei Dharma Protector Child' next to his own statue in the main hall.

The sixty-something-year-old Qingweizi looked at the child statue in the temple, which was only about three feet tall, but did not feel anything was wrong with it.

Within the Great Luo Sect, Qingweizi is the child who hasn't grown up, a fact he himself acknowledges more than anyone else!

On the day the Daluo Temple was established, Xu Qing's thoughts were immersed in the Daluo Dharma Realm. At this time, the merits and incense offerings in the Dharma Realm had already exceeded ten million and were still growing!
This is a meritorious deed of reviving Yaozhou and purging the evil influences of the entire prefecture, and it is also the first source of funding for the Great Luo Sect to expand its influence throughout the world.

Xu Qing could foresee that once the Yin River was cleansed and the twelve states were restored to peace, the Great Luo Sect would inevitably become a truly great sect!

In the winter of that year, during his last month-long stay in Yaozhou, Xu Qing distributed the first year's incense and offerings to the four altar masters and one novice of the Da Luo Sect.

The master of the altar earns 100,000 and the young disciple earns 50,000; their salaries are quite high.

Zhang Pingsheng had never seen so much incense offering in his life, and Qingweizi was moved to tears after receiving 50,000 incense offerings.

The incense is really too bright.

Xie Qiongke, who was recuperating in Tianjin, also received 100,000 incense offerings.

This Taoist priest, whose foundation was damaged and who almost became a resentful woman in her boudoir, completely lost her resentment the moment she saw the incense.

At this moment, Xie Qiongke had only one thought—

The twelve altar masters of the Great Luo Sect are not altar masters at all, they are clearly twelve quasi-immortals!
With 100,000 incense offerings a year, that's tens of millions of merits over a hundred years. With such merits, why would he worry about not being appreciated by the Heavenly Emperor in the future, or about not being able to join the ranks of immortals?

(End of this chapter)