Chapter 87 The Legend Passes
The winter of the eighty-eighth year of Baiyue.
The three-year battle between Baiyue Sect and Fushan Sect ended. Both sides suffered a lot of losses. Each Foundation Establishment cultivator was seriously injured, and more than a dozen disciples in the late stage of Qi Refining died.
In the end, the two parties negotiated a peace, and decided that the two parties would jointly develop the sleeping place of Xianxiazong.
In other words, it was pure fun before.
In the summer of the eighty-ninth year of Baiyue, Baiyue Sect and Fushan Sect smashed the Xianxia Sect's sleep protection formation, beheaded 120 disciples of Xianxia Sect, and three people who built foundations, and seized the inheritance and sealed spirit of Xianxia Sect. things.
The two families of Zuo and Zhang were blessed by the battle, and each of them had a monk who broke through the Foundation Establishment. It is said that the breakthrough was a direct breakthrough, and the Foundation Establishment Pill was not used.
When the news reached Baiyue Chuan, Li Qing was helping the dying soul.
Baiyue ninety years spring.
"I'm troubled by Vice-Sovereign Zuo's invitation to invite me personally. I'm only one hundred and twenty years old, and I don't have much lifespan. I really don't want to move around." Inside the cave, Li Qing politely declined Vice-Sect Master Zuo's invitation.
"I heard that you have established a family outside the sect. With your strength in the formation, you should be able to teach an outstanding junior in the formation. It will be a good thing to have your junior help." Zuo deputy suzerain continued.
"Hey, when I entered the sect, there was a saying that my family cultivated immortals, and the immortal genealogy only had the two names Li Qing and Li Ruoshui. After my death, my son's spiritual roots will be passed on to my descendants, and the name of Li Ruoshui will also be established. The descendants have not yet Entering the immortal way, I only taught some formation theory." Li Qing sighed.
"That's it, that's all. If Li Ruoshui enters the immortal way in the future, you can come to the Southern Region to find my family." The left deputy suzerain left in frustration.
Baiyue ninety-year summer.
Baiyuezong suddenly announced a major strategy.
It was decided that the Zuo deputy suzerain's family would go to the southern region to establish a branch of the Baiyue sect, and Zhang's deputy suzerain would lead the family to establish a branch of the Baiyue sect in the eastern region.
Hundreds of Dachuan will no longer add the position of deputy suzerain.
An undercurrent of civil strife that had gathered for many years disappeared without a trace.
Because Baiyuezong was divided into three parts, Baiyue Dachuan's strength dropped suddenly, and he began to farm with peace of mind and no longer expanded.
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Time flies like an arrow, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, and it takes ten years to turn around.
"I should be considered the ultimate consummation of the ninth level of qi refining."
In the stream cave, Li Qing had just finished eating a sea bass, and his aura couldn't be transformed at all.
"If this is not well-founded, no one is well-founded."
Li Qing boasted that each of them automatically uses the same level of Taoism, and there are few people who are his opponents at the ninth level of Qi Refining.
"It is estimated that there will be many years before the establishment of the foundation. By then, the supreme Dzogchen must have been achieved."
After eating the fish, Li Qing began to sort out the information of the White Lotus Sect in the Southern Region. He has basically confirmed that the White Lotus Sect in the Southern Region and Longzeyuan White Lotus Sect belong to the same lineage.
Not long after, Li Qing suddenly felt something, walked out of the cave, and looked in the direction of Baiyuechuan.
"Wang Ruhai has been seriously ill for three years. Today is exactly the hundredth year of Baiyue. It is a good year. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive it..."
Baiyuezong.
Yunhai Peak.
The patriarch's inner hall is full of solemnity.
Wang Ruhai was lying on the bed, his face was full of ashes. Others had run out of oil and lamps, and they didn't have much time to live.
The room was full of Wang's children, all with heavy faces.
"Everyone go out, Youhua, come here." Wang Ruhai called out his name.
Wang Youhua, the second generation head of the Wang family and the next generation head of the Baiyue Sect, stepped forward alone.
Wang Ruhai said weakly: "Youhua, I can't hold on any longer. It's your misfortune to succeed you as the head of the family. You have five to one hundred. If you don't welcome the prosperous age of cultivating immortals in the next hundred years, you will have no hope of longevity."
"Father, I chose the path myself. The Wang family always needs a leader. In this era of spiritual weakness, striving for immortality is both a challenge and an opportunity."
"The temporary rise and fall of the Baiyue Sect is nothing."
"It's good that you understand this." Wang Ruhai was quite relieved. The Wang family had already formulated multiple strategies to disperse many children to sleep, so as not to cut off the Wang family's immortal road after something happened to Baiyue Sect.
Tu Yuan's spiritual liquid resources also have transfer reserves. This is the way to a family's longevity, not honest farming.
Wang Ruhai continued: "There are two things to pay attention to. There are tombs under Lancang Mountain, so don't disturb them."
Wang Youhua paused when he heard that, instead of asking, he just nodded.
"The second is about farming. It is unexpected that the farming scriptures can be widely spread. The biography of Tian Xiuxian was actually written by me. After I die, my name can be made public. If monks in this age of spiritual weakness can survive In the prosperous age of cultivating immortals and rising, how much did you inherit the feelings of farming and cultivating immortals, and you also inherited the feelings of my Wang family."
"If the children of the younger generation encounter disasters in the future, report my name, Wang Ruhai, there will always be someone who will miss the old love..."
Wang Ruhai lost his breath while talking.
"Father!"
A cry came from Yunhai Peak, and then spread throughout the entire Baiyue River.
On the day Wang Ruhai died, the world will finally know the name of the author of The Legend of Farming and Cultivating Immortals.
"A generation of blood-sucking masters, cake painters, farming legends, trapped in the limitations of the times, it is a pity to pass away." Hearing the melodious sound of the death knell from the Baiyue River, Li Qing felt emotional.
The influence of Wang Ruhai's life was extensive and far-reaching. The entire Jiuyuzhou Lingwei era sect was more or less influenced by Wang Ruhai's farming experience.
"Only me, an old monster of a century, can ignore the passage of time."
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Spring has passed and autumn has come, and another sixteen years have passed.
Jiuyuzhou, Northwest Territory.
Unnamed Mountains.
One is fat and the other is thin. Two practitioners practiced the compass magic weapon and kept walking in the mountains. The two stared at the compass without moving their eyes.
"Old ghost, there is really a cave here, could it be that the ancestors lied to you." Shou Daoxiu said suspiciously.
"Brother, I can't be wrong, our ancestral things are clearly recorded, let me wait for the younger generation, and at this time, ring the ancestor's sleeping place..." Fat Daoxiu responded casually, and suddenly he was overjoyed: "I found it, here it is! "
Guided by the compass, the two monks tried their best to find a cliff in the middle of the mountain.
Slender Daoxiu couldn't see through, didn't realize that the mountain wall was special, but fat Daoxiu said: "The hole is in the wall!"
Sure enough, Shou Daoxiu lightly touched the mountain wall with mana, and he could perceive the universe hidden inside it.
Shou Daoxiu was puzzled: "What did the ancestors mean? This is still the age of weak spirits. He woke up early, but he was tortured by weak spirits."
Fat Daoxiu replied: "In order to take a chance in the prosperous age, my ancestors passed down as Jindan monks. Now that I am awake, I have the confidence to survive the prosperous age."
"Don't talk nonsense, bombard the mountain wall with me."
Guided by Fat Daoxiu, the two quickly bombarded the mountain wall with magical weapons. There was no formation on the mountain wall. They should have broken it with one blow, but no matter how they bombarded, the mountain wall remained intact.
After thirty-six bombardments, the mountain wall suddenly cracked, revealing a cave in the stone.
A purple-haired Taoist stood at the gate of the cave, exuding inexplicable power.
The two Taoists were overjoyed when they saw this. The records of the ancestors are good. If there are ancestors sleeping here, they quickly bowed down: "The descendants of the future generations, Tu Lie and Tu Yang, will come here according to the agreed year, and have seen the ancestors."
Zifa Taoist seemed to have expected it, and said lightly: "What year is this, and what is the current situation in the outside world."
"According to the ancestors, it has been 3,920 years since the spirit was weak. Today, there are many monks outside, and many foundation-building sects have arisen. They all barely support their practice with their life-saving farming." Fat Daoxiu returned carefully.
"A foundation-building sect appeared?"
Zifa Taoist said strangely, "The time to wake up is just right. It is not easy for Zhongtian to come up with a foundation."
Fat Daoxiu explained: "It's like this. More than a hundred years ago, a monk named Wang Ruhai was awakened from the grave. There is also a copy of the Immortal Book of Farming, and with the approaching prosperity, the enthusiasm for farming in various places is high..."
Zifa Taoist read through the Geng Tian Xianjing, and couldn't help saying: "Dashan, He is the generation of my ancestor Zijue's rise!"
(end of this chapter)