Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Yanzhou.

The Yellow Turban flag fluttered in the wind.

Tens of thousands of troops stretched for miles, encamped at the foot of Mount Tai.

From a distance, the yellow flags stretched out in a continuous line, resembling a long yellow dragon coiled among the mountains and fields.

At the foot of Mount Tai, 100,000 laborers are transporting various materials.

These materials were gradually transported to the summit of Mount Tai along a makeshift mountain path.

The entire mountaintop seemed to be transformed into a giant altar.

Using mountains as altars and heaven and earth as furnaces.

Such a large undertaking would have been enough to kill tens of thousands of laborers in the past.

The situation is different now. Under the influence of the yellow and white wood magic, the essence of grass and trees nourishes the soil in large quantities.

Wheat, soybeans, and vegetables grow in vast fields, and medicinal pills replenish the meat consumed.

Many people not only escaped being conscripted and killed, but also gained food rations thanks to this massive project.

The people of Jizhou and Yanzhou were already impoverished due to war and famine.

Now, the Taiping Dao is fighting on one hand, opening granaries to distribute food on the other, and using magic to accelerate crop growth, which has temporarily alleviated the famine in both places.

Many locals even volunteered to help.

They didn't know what was going to be built on the summit of Mount Tai.

All they knew was that by following the Way of Peace, they could at least have enough to eat, and that was enough for them.

at the foot of the mountain.

Beside a field.

The Old Immortal of Nanhua, Zuo Ci, is directing farmers to plant rice seedlings.

"here."

"Yes, yes, insert them even closer together."

"Don't be afraid of crowding; these wheat seedlings are unusual and can grow wide open."

With his white hair and beard, and wide sleeves and robes, Zuo Ci stood on the edge of the field, looking quite like a celestial being.

Several farmers bent over and carefully planted wheat seedlings in the field.

Soon, all three acres of wheat seedlings were planted.

Zuo Ci stood on a high place, grabbed a handful of powdered pills, and casually waved them into the void.

A gentle breeze lifted the powder, scattering it evenly across the fields.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The wheat seedlings are growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The wheat seedlings, which were originally only the length of a finger, quickly grew to half the height of a person.

"It's grown!"

"It really has grown!"

"The magic of the immortals is truly profound!"

The farmers were stunned, and then they all knelt down and kowtowed.

Zuo Ci smiled and waved his hand.

"After one night, the harvest will be ready tomorrow. Remember to distribute the grain to each household; do not hoard or steal."

"If anyone bullies their neighbors by taking advantage of their strength, the Taiping Dao has its own rules to deal with them."

Several farmers nodded repeatedly.

"I know, I know!"

Zuo Ci turned and left, continuing on to the next field.

Only after he had walked away did the farmers dare to look up.

Looking at the rapidly growing wheat seedlings, some people couldn't help but sigh:

"Since the Taiping Dao came, our lives have been getting better and better."

"Yes, we used to farm for the local tyrants our whole lives, and we couldn't even get enough to eat."

"Now look what's happened, working for the Taiping Dao and getting a share of the grain."

Someone else whispered:

"But what if the Han army comes?"

The person next to him immediately glared at him.

"What nonsense are you talking about? The Grand Master said that we, the Taiping Dao, are also Han soldiers."

"New Han!"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt somewhat relieved.

Winning the hearts of the people is never complicated.

If you make sure the people are well-fed, they will naturally know who is good and who is bad.

Huang Bai, from the modern era, is well-versed in this principle.

During this time, he continuously refined elixirs and supplied food to the greatest extent possible.

The Yellow Turban Army's successive victories were not only due to the claim of divine intervention, but also to the availability of real food supplies.

……

At the summit of Mount Tai, altars stand in rows.

Small altars are arranged around the mountain, vaguely outlining a huge formation.

The mountain wind howled past, and the prayer flags fluttered in the wind.

Five-colored soil covered the mountaintop.

Before Huang Bai stood a huge alchemy furnace.

The alchemy furnace was several meters tall, and its body was engraved with dragons and tigers, the sun and moon, stars, plants and trees, and the five elements.

Even before the furnace was opened, a faint purple aura was already seeping out from the gaps.

In front of the alchemy furnace was a hibiscus tree covered with crystals.

The hibiscus tree has lush foliage, its bark is covered with mica-like material resembling the essence of Pangu, and the top of the tree vaguely resembles the face of an old man.

This is the Fusang tree, which is the incarnation of An Qisheng.

Rows of large vats were placed all around.

Inside the large vat, clumps of slowly wriggling moss were placed.

It was Pangu Corpse Moss.

That's right, Huang Bai had people dig out almost the entire Pangu corpse vein from Penglai Immortal Island and move it to the top of Mount Tai.

The Penglai Immortal Island is already in ruins; if it remains overseas, it will only gradually decline.

Why not take advantage of the collapse of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and with the earth's energy and the faith of the world, to recreate a true Penglai Immortal Realm?

"Ascension to immortality requires self-cultivation, but An Qisheng is no longer able to do so."

"It would be better to use alchemy instead of undergoing tribulation."

"To refine the Dharma Realm through alchemy."

As Huang Bai gazed at the alchemy furnace, his thoughts became increasingly clear.

In this way, he can not only freely enter and exit the Dharma Realm, but also firmly control the newly created Dharma Realm.

This is not the kind of Taoist temple that Maoshan Yintu Dharma Realm was built up slowly by generations of patriarchs.

It was the Immortal Kingdom that Huang Bai personally crafted.

Wow!

Flames rose from the giant alchemy furnace.

The real fire in the furnace was a reddish-gold color, and there was also a faint trace of Yin cold fire moving between the furnace walls to adjust the temperature.

Huang Bai raised his hand and put the various materials into it one by one.

Finally, he sent the Fusang tree, which was An Qisheng's incarnation, into the alchemy furnace.

The Elixir of Immortality circulates throughout the body.

The three major alchemy techniques were operating simultaneously.

Strange phenomena began to appear frequently around Mount Tai.

Purple mist rose and swirled into clouds, within which dragons and tigers could be vaguely seen.

During the day, the mountaintop is bathed in thousands of rays of light.

At night, the stars hang low, making the entire Mount Tai appear as a giant elixir.

Zuo Ci, Yu Ji, and Fei Changfang stood at a distance, watching the strange phenomenon on the mountaintop.

Yu Ji and Fei Changfang were the ones who had recently come to join them.

They were originally fellow disciples of Zuo Ci, and had a long-standing connection with the immortals of Penglai.

Now that he has heard of the return of the Immortal of Penglai and sees that the Yellow Heaven's great power has been established, he naturally rushed here immediately.

Fei Changfang was skilled in alchemy, and he was filled with shock when he saw this scene.

"Incredible skill."

"Auspicious purple clouds and dragons and tigers appear; truly worthy of being called the ancestral master."

The more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

The elixir was refined over a period of forty-nine days.

During this period, incense offerings continued to burn continuously at Mount Tai.

At the foot of the mountain, the people and Yellow Turban believers worshipped day and night, and strands of faith flowed into the mountaintop along the array patterns on the altar.

Day 49.

boom!

Thunder roars in dry land.

A bolt of lightning as thick as a thigh descended from the sky and struck the alchemy furnace.

boom!

Thunderbolts struck the alchemy furnace, and plasma scattered in all directions, illuminating the stone platform on the mountaintop with a pure white light.

Everyone felt a deafening roar in their ears and a stinging pain in their vision, making it almost impossible to open their eyes.

After a long while, the smoke gradually dissipated.

The yellow and white figures had vanished from the spot.

A blue, lingzhi-shaped ball of light floated in the sky.

The ball of light resembled a giant Ganoderma lucidum mushroom, or a fairy island floating in the void.

"Zhang Jiao, Zuo Ci, Yu Ji..."

A yellowish-white voice emanated from the ball of light.

Drawn by the light, everyone's bodies involuntarily flew into the center of the light.

A flower in front of you.

When they stood there again, the surrounding scenery had completely changed, and the inside of the light cluster was almost indistinguishable from the Earth Immortal Village.

The buildings are arranged in the shape of a Bagua (Eight Trigrams), and the ground is covered with lush green Pangu moss.

A tall hibiscus tree grows in the center.

Beneath the tree sat a young monk with a golden crown.

Standing next to him was an old man with blue hair.

The old man, holding a cane shaped like a lingzhi mushroom, smiled as he looked at the crowd.

This person was none other than An Qisheng.

Huang Bai laughed:

"Let me introduce this realm. It is called the Penglai Immortal Realm, located at the top of Mount Tai."

Everyone looked around, utterly shocked.

Zhang Jiao gazed at the central Fusang tree, then at the distant Bagua village, his heart filled with turbulent emotions.

Huang Bai continued:

"Those who reach a certain level of cultivation in the future can ascend to the mortal realm to consume elixirs and enjoy a lifespan of three hundred years."

Those who possess a lifespan may briefly descend to the mortal realm.

Those without a lifespan cannot descend to the mortal realm.

"When his lifespan reaches three hundred years, he will transform into a part of the Pangu Earth Immortal lineage."

"Disciples from the lower realms can borrow magic through talismans."

"If one ascends to heaven in broad daylight, he may succeed the master of the Dharma realm."

Huang Bai explained the rules of the Dharma Realm to everyone.

This Dharma Realm combines the advantages of both the Earth Immortal lineage and the Divine lineage.

The advantage is that even if one is not an ascension to heaven in broad daylight, one can still physically ascend to the heavens and extend one's lifespan by three hundred years.

The downside is that once their lifespan is exhausted, they will be completely bound to the Dharma realm and find it difficult to leave.

Everyone was deeply moved; this was an extraordinary opportunity.

Ordinary people live no more than a hundred years, and even many alchemists who cultivate for a lifetime may not be able to live three hundred years.

Now, as long as one's cultivation level is sufficient, one can enter the Earthly Immortal Kingdom and live for three hundred years.

For them, this was almost equivalent to the path to immortality having been opened.

Zuo Ci was the first to react, and bowed deeply, saying:

Congratulations, Dongwanggong!

"The Immortal Kingdom has been completed!"

The immortals then bowed down.

Congratulations, Dongwanggong!

It's impossible for them not to be excited.

This means that the lineage of immortals of Penglai finally has a foundation.

One can strive for ascension to heaven in broad daylight or cultivate both body and mind during one's lifetime.

If one has accumulated enough merit after death, one can ascend to the Immortal Realm and enjoy a longer life.

Huang Bai sat under the hibiscus tree, his body surrounded by flowing blue light.

He looked at everyone and slowly spoke:

"To ascend to the Immortal Realm is to abandon one's earthly name."

"Use the immortal's name or Buddhist title instead."

"Since the Immortal Kingdom has just been established, I have been granted the title of Immortal in advance."

Everyone's expression turned solemn.

They knew that the next step was to establish rules and define roles.

Beneath the hibiscus tree, yellow and white light bathed the blue glow, and the sound echoed throughout the entire Dharma realm.

"Zheng Anqi".

The old man with blue hair stepped forward, leaned on his cane, and bowed.

"Your subordinate is here."

Huang Baidao:

"I bestow upon you the title of Immortal, True Man of the North Pole, and appoint you as the True Lord of the Eastern Flower of the Earthly Immortal Kingdom, in charge of the merits and demerits of all immortals, the bestowal of immortal elixirs, and the Pangu Earth Veins."

An Qisheng bowed deeply.

"Yes, ma'am."

Huang Bai then looked at Zuo Ci.

"Zuo Ci".

Zuo Ci stepped forward.

"Your subordinate is here."

"I hereby bestow upon you the title of Old Immortal of Nanhua, and appoint you as the Chief Minister of the Eastern Flower Kingdom of the Earthly Immortal Kingdom."

Zuo Ci bowed deeply.

"Yes, ma'am."

Huang and Bai continued calling out names.

"Zhang Jiao, I bestow upon you the title of Thunder God... Yu Ji, I bestow upon you the title of Nine Qi Elder... Fei Changfang, I bestow upon you the title of Alchemist True Man."

One by one, the Taoist titles were announced.

Since ancient times, alchemists and sorcerers have been a disorganized group, with three major factions—lead and mercury, sulfur and mercury, and gold sand—each operating independently.

The lineage is fragmented and lacks a systematic approach.

Many alchemists, in the end, don't even know which path they should take.

Today, what Huang Bai needs to do is to set a path for them.

"I want to create a kingdom of immortals."

Huang Bai thought to himself.

A pantheon primarily based on external alchemy.

This pantheon is known as the Penglai pantheon of the Eastern King Duke, or the Earth Immortal pantheon.

This idea had been brewing in his mind ever since he obtained the three secret alchemy techniques.

Now, borrowing from the chaos of the Three Kingdoms period, the fortune of Mount Tai, and the faith of the Yellow Turbans, it has finally taken shape.

At this moment, it may seem like a grand ceremony being held in a snail shell.

But everything is difficult at the beginning. In essence, weren't the kings of ancient tribes just tribal leaders of thousands or tens of thousands of people?

In terms of numbers, they couldn't even compare to one of the chieftains of the Taiping Dao.

But once a foundation is established, it can gradually grow stronger.

"If there are cross-realm incense offerings in the future, we can recruit some talented and extraordinary people from all the heavens."

Huang Bai thought to himself.

Everyone received their future Dharma Realm titles.

From this point on, the Penglai Earthly Immortal God System, with the Eastern King Duke as its head, was officially established.

Huang Bai looked at everyone and said:

"Alright, the next goal is to unify the country, eliminate the powerful clans, establish the Earth Immortal Dao Kingdom, and then have a showdown with the Queen Mother of the West's Hatred Heaven Kingdom."

Everyone clasped their hands in greeting.

"yes!"

Huang Bai then waved his hand and released a row of talismans.

The talisman floated in front of everyone.

"Each of you will receive a talisman."

"If you encounter a suitable extraordinary person, you can capture their soul and bring it to the Immortal Kingdom to serve as a servant."

"The Kingdom of the Queen Mother of the West used the elixir of immortality to create families of extraordinary individuals, absorbing the life force of the human world."

"Now, it's time for them to vomit up what they've eaten."

A glint flashed in Zhang Jiao's eyes, and he and the others accepted the talismans.

"yes!"

At the end of the first year of Zhongping.

The immortals wage war in all directions.

Wherever the Taiping Dao's troops pointed, powerful local strongholds and fortified villages were destroyed one after another.

The souls of the strange beings were captured by talismans and brought into the Penglai Immortal Realm.

They became menial laborers, transporting sacred soil, planting medicinal herbs, and building temples and monasteries.

The first pot of gold in the Earthly Immortal Kingdom was earned by exploiting the Western Queen Mother Kingdom.

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