Chapter 1 Substituting Qi Seeds

Substituting incense power with Qi Seeds to control the City Gods was extremely useful to An Qisheng.

His cultivation of Qi Seeds was essentially the cultivation of the magnetic field of heaven and earth.

The grand taiji of heaven and earth supplements the small taiji of the human body, reversing the sizes, substituting the small for the large, only then can success be achieved.

How could replacing it with the power of a single person compare to gathering the strength of many?

Therefore, controlling the City Gods was a necessary step for An Qisheng.

However, to take this step without future troubles, he needed to give a heads-up, lest he needlessly create enemies.

As An Qisheng's words fell, the mountains fell silent.

Many City Gods' throats bobbed, their eyes carrying a glimmer of hope: "Are you going to see the Capital City God? Or... Seventh Master?"

The City Gods of counties, prefectures, and states were not directly governed by each other, but the Capital City God was different. This old City God, once a ghost and deity under the Lord of the Underworld, could truly influence all the City Gods.

And Bai Wuchang (White Impermanence) Xie Qi, naturally, didn't need to be mentioned.

He was one of the Eight Lords of the Underworld, and the true controller of the Underworld today.

Of course, they hoped it was the latter.

Because in the current situation, only Seventh Master could subdue the world, even the Tianyi Zhenren (Heaven's Will True Man) would have to bow his head.

"I can't go to the Underworld for now."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

The Taiji Mountains contained the original Jiao Yuan Mountain. Although he could go to the Underworld,

he had originally planned to go after condensing the Three Flowers. However, during an attempt a few months ago, he once again sensed the Emperor Heaven in the dark.

Entering the Underworld would inevitably be detected by Emperor Heaven.

He couldn't determine whether this was good or bad for the time being, but clearly, he couldn't go to the Underworld for now.

"Ah?"

That glimmer of hope in the eyes of the City Gods dimmed.

Sun Qi forced a smile and said:

"Now the Old City God is trapped in the capital, the Tianyi Zhenren's main body is there, how can you possibly see him?"

An Qisheng saw through the thoughts of the City Gods like fire, and smiled faintly:

"Who said I wanted to see Qin Wuyi?"

"Then who are you going to see?"

Sun Qi's eyelids twitched, and he exclaimed: "You, you want to see... Seventh Master?!"

The last two words, Sun Qi's voice trembled.

The bodies of the other City Gods also shook.

"No."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, and said solemnly:

"He wants to see me."

.......

Golden Bell Mountain, behind the gate of Golden Bell Tower, in a gazebo.

Next to a stone table, the little Daoist Ming Xin was squatting on the ground, carefully fanning the stove fire, warming the wine.

"Master, don't bother, the wine is about to boil!"

After a while, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

In the wind and snow of the distant mountains, Daoist Chang Lin's figure fluctuated, muttering words, his fingers pinching as if in a storm.

One by one, mana condensed, and talismans visible to the naked eye floated in the air, and under his guidance, disappeared into the mountains.

He was repairing the mountain protection formation.

The City Gods moving away three mountains didn't have much impact on his grand formation. If it were ordinary times, he wouldn't bother with it.

But now it wouldn't do.

He didn't have much lifespan left, and seeing the world change several times, anyone with eyes could see a great calamity brewing, how could he not pay attention?

Otherwise, once the calamity came, his disciple would have no chance of surviving.

In the past year or so, he had spent most of his time repairing this mountain protection formation, and the remaining time was spent teaching his disciple cultivation methods and spells.

He looked serious, ignoring the shouts of the little Daoist, constantly pinching his fingers, and evolving many talismans in the void.

Buzz~

At a certain moment, as a talisman fell, the mountains suddenly hummed.

It was as if an extremely large bronze bell was struck, and the huge bell sound echoed in the mountains, lingering for a long time, many hibernating beasts were shocked awake.

The invisible sound of the bell tower flashed and disappeared among the mountains.

"Hoo!"

At this point, Daoist Chang Lin slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered to himself:

"In this way, even if a Zhenren (True Man) who has cultivated supernatural powers comes to the door, if they are not proficient in breaking formations, they will not be able to break this formation. Even if they do, Ming Xin will have enough time to escape.

However, a teleportation formation is still needed, calculating the time, without sleep, perhaps it can be completed."

"Master? Master!"

Listening to his disciple's shouts in the distance, Daoist Chang Lin shook his head helplessly: "Hold on!"

At this time, he couldn't help but regret that he had protected his disciple too well, fearing that he was too naive and easily scammed.

Next, he had to teach him the way of life...

Turning his thoughts in his mind, his body rose and fell, leaped over the mountain peak, and landed behind the gate of Golden Bell Tower.

"Hmm?!"

As soon as he landed, Daoist Chang Lin's heart jumped, and he almost cried out.

He saw in the gazebo in the back mountain, the little Daoist Ming Xin running back and forth, bringing wine and dishes, and on the stone table, sat a Daoist in white!

The Daoist sat with his back to him, not seeing his face, only seeing his back.

However, just seeing his back, his breathing became a little difficult, and his heart felt like a heavy stone was pressing on it.

Some people are forgotten after seeing them, some people, can't forget them for life after seeing them once.

This Daoist was undoubtedly one of them.

Not to mention the scene on Taiji Mountain, the experience before the Yin Si (Underworld) Tavern was still vivid in his mind.

A person without any magic power could be so tyrannical.

After that, he heard from a familiar City God about the attack of the Tianyi Zhenren, and besides shock and disbelief, there was also deep awe.

This person was already the strongest person in Liangzhou today.

News in the cultivation world always spreads quickly.

"Hoo!"

Daoist Chang Lin's chest heaved for a moment, and then he walked forward.

Being a person who was about to die, he wasn't afraid, moreover, his only disciple was still there, busy like an iron fool.

Completely unaware of what kind of person was sitting there.

At the same time, he was secretly shocked, his formation was rooted in the earth's veins and mountains, and secretly conformed to the celestial phenomena and stars. Even a Great Zhenren who had survived the thunder tribulation could not step into it so easily, right?

Could this Zhenren already be close to that level?

An Qisheng sat upright, glanced at the wine and dishes, and nodded slightly:

"The wine is good, the dishes are also good, and the child is also very obedient."

"It's good that the Zhenren likes it..."

Daoist Chang Lin didn't even feel sorry for taking out his collection, and said with a forced smile.

He didn't know what this Zhenren wanted to do with him, but just like he didn't want to see the people of the Tianyi Sect, as a person who was about to die, he didn't want to care about anything, didn't want to participate in anything, just wanted to arrange his disciple well before he died.

However, a strong guest bullies the host, and he could only pinch his nose and receive him.

"Nine hundred miles away from Golden Bell Mountain, there is a Spiritual Mountain, does the Daoist know about it?"

An Qisheng glanced at Daoist Chang Lin.

With his current divine sense intensity, he could see the person's natural lifespan accurate to the millisecond at a glance.

There would be no deviation.

Of course, this was under the condition that there was no external force interference.

This Daoist had dark clouds over his head, and black air around him, obviously his lifespan was not long, about two thousand four hundred and thirty-two days to live.

This was his natural lifespan, and there were only a few ways in the world to prolong life.

But obviously, this was not something that Daoist Chang Lin could come into contact with.

"Spiritual Mountain..."

Daoist Chang Lin's eyelids twitched, and he gritted his teeth and spat out two words: "Dexing..."

Saying this name, his face was trembling, and he could only secretly regret that he had taken in a disciple improperly.

In fact, the reason why he first set up the mountain protection formation was because of Dexing.

"That's right, that old monk seems to be waiting for something."

An Qisheng tapped the table lightly, signaling Daoist Chang Lin to sit down.

After the Rulai (Tathagata) Monastery's plan to enter Liangzhou was disrupted, Dexing did not give up, but the things that happened later were too sudden, and they naturally had no intention of joining the Tianyi Sect's fight with the Underworld City Gods.

Therefore, Dexing has been staying in Liangzhou, one is to heal his injuries, and the other is to wait.

He is waiting for me to die!

Daoist Chang Lin's eyes twitched, how could he not know.

In fact, he had planned to find Dexing to clean up the sect after everything was arranged properly, at the very least, he had to cut off his path!

"May I ask, Zhenren, is there anything important you want to instruct me today?"

Daoist Chang Lin calmed down, and had no intention of playing tricks with An Qisheng, and said directly:

"To be honest with Zhenren, I don't have much time left, and for the rest of my days, I only want to cultivate my disciple, and I don't want to, and I can't, get involved in other things."

The little Daoist Ming Xin obediently served on the side, occasionally secretly looking at An Qisheng.

He had also heard of An Qisheng's deeds, and Daoist Chang Lin had warned him more than once, even if he left the mountain, he shouldn't go to Taiji Mountain.

"Daoist is a straightforward person, but today, I didn't come to find you."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly:

"Naturally, I didn't want to trouble Daoist either."

"This?"

Daoist Chang Lin was stunned at first, then his body shook, not knowing what he was thinking of, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered more than a year ago, when he entered the Underworld from the Yin Si Tavern, and was chased by countless ghosts. After all his magical artifacts were destroyed, he encountered a Great Underworld Demon Ghost.

Seeing that he was no match, the Great Demon Ghost suddenly seemed to see the most terrifying thing in the world, and fled frantically.

At that time, he just thought that a ghost or god was passing by, but at this time, he suddenly remembered.

The shrill howling ghost language issued by the Great Demon Ghost when it fled.

Translated into human text, it was:

Seventh Master!

But he didn't remember this memory until now?!

Could it be...

Hoo~

It seemed as if a cold wind blew, the temperature in the Golden Bell Tower suddenly dropped, although the little Daoist Ming Xin didn't understand what An Qisheng and his master were saying, he suddenly felt an icy chill at this time.

He couldn't help but retreat, wanting to speak, but a inexplicable depression rose in his heart.

Even, there seemed to be no sound at all between the mountains for a while, as if heaven and earth were all dormant at this time.

"I..."

Daoist Chang Lin's lips蠕动, his face was pale.

He had already guessed what it was.

"This time I borrowed a table of wine and food, and a gazebo from Daoist, but I won't borrow it for nothing, there must always be borrowing and lending... Do you think so..."

An Qisheng picked up the wine glass, his eyes looking faintly at Daoist Chang Lin, who was trembling as if frozen:

"Xie (Thank you) Seventh Master!"