I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

"Of course a true immortal has a broad mind!"

Zhou Yi has always believed in being generous to others.

Some innocuous things are laughed off.

If someone does some good deeds in the name of an immortal and gets interested, Zhouyi will give some pointers.

The false reputation of a true immortal is not that important in Zhou Yi's eyes.

Compared with other immortals and Buddhas who are superior to others, Zhou Yi may have a Taoist heart that is not pure enough, or he may not have lived long enough, or he may have stayed in the human world for a long time and still regards himself as a human being.

It’s just like the original book about punishment and the record of searching for monsters.

Zhou Yi's original intention was not to earn merit. In the memory of the demon, he was inspired by the misery in the world.

Nowadays, the two volumes of books are spread all over Daqian, and even in the surrounding continents. Whenever I hear that someone follows the book and escapes from the mouth of the demon, Zhou Yi will touch his hands and smile.

"That's natural!"

Sanwu echoed again and again, showing great respect for the true immortal: "It would be great if the immortal is really the ancestor of the Taoist palace."

"Then who can say for sure? True Immortal Huayang has a lifespan of three thousand years. During this period, how many friends he will make and how many younger generations he will guide..."

Zhou Yi Xunxun said seductively: "What if that true immortal has ever received the favor of the True Immortal Huayang?"

Regardless of whether there was a record before, there will be a record after tonight. Zhouyi only needs to make some specious fake antiques, and the people in Yunxiao Taoist Palace will complete it into a perfect official history. .

Whoever dares to say that this antique is fake is the life and death enemy of Yunxiao Dao Palace!

"What the layman said makes sense. The old Taoist will return to the Taoist Palace tomorrow and read through the classics about the ancestors again."

Sanwu couldn't figure out why the real immortal spared him, otherwise he wouldn't be willing to accept the appointment of Emperor Jingtai for the sake of Tao Palace.

The most likely possibility now is that the True Immortal has an old relationship with the Taoist Palace.

When people face the unknown, they will subconsciously think of what is best for them.

Talking about metaphysics and Taoism are not all about Taoist scriptures. Important events of the country, writings, interesting anecdotes, etc. all belong to the category of discussing Taoism.

A master's words and deeds will reveal his truth.

For example, when reprimanding his senior brother, Sanwu already made his point about the way of being unintentional and intentional.

It's approaching midnight.

After refilling three pots of tea, Fang enjoyed the conversation.

Sanwu drifted away.

Only at this time can Zhou Yi enjoy the wonders of immortality instead of plotting and killing.

"If there were only humans in this world, I could just be an unintentional immortal."

Zhou Yi returned to the house and was watching the Soul-Destroying Bell condensing the Yin Shen, when suddenly calls kept coming from his ears.

Close your eyes.

Falling into a deep dream.

…

Bibotan.

The abandoned and desolate Shuifu Mansion has been tidied up and given a brand new look.

The statue enshrined in the main hall is not the legendary Dragon Ancestor, but a majestic Taoist priest.

"Disciple prays to the immortal to save Ying'er!"

Chen Qingzhi knelt in front of the statue of the god and prayed continuously. With the magical power of the immortal, he would be able to feel something as long as he kept chanting.

suddenly.

Chen Qingzhi's body softened and he fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he was above the floating clouds in the sky. Even though Chen Qingzhi had been here several times, Chen Qingzhi still felt shocked.

Looking up and seeing the immortal sitting cross-legged in the clouds, Chen Qingzhi knelt down with a pop.

"Disciple Qingzhi, please ask the immortal to cast a spell and save Ying'er's life."

Zhou Yi, who turned into a cloud neutron, counted with his fingers and immediately understood the whole story.

A few days ago, Chen Qingzhi proposed marriage to the Dragon Palace in Luoshui, but was rejected by the Dragon Palace. Even ordinary people dared to covet the Dragon Girl.

The Luoshui Dragon Palace imprisoned Ao Ying and found out that Chen Qingzhi was cultivating in Bibotan, so he sent the patrolling Yaksha to take back the water palace.

After Ao Ying escaped from the Dragon Palace, she teamed up with Chen Qingzhi to repel Xunhe Yaksha, but she was seriously injured and almost lost her soul.

Zhou Yi said: "I have said before that if you want to practice immortality, stay away from Ao Ying. Why didn't you listen?"

"Disciple and Ying'er truly love each other..."

Chen Qingzhi never understood why the immortal would advise him to stay away from Ao Ying, even though the two of them were deeply in love.

"I led you into the Taoist path and tried it in Bibo Pond. There is a cause and effect on this matter. I can help you."

Zhou Yi changed his voice and said: "But if you fall in love with the Dragon Girl, your path to immortality will be cut off here. Have you thought about it?"

"Qingzhi failed to live up to the expectations of the immortal!"

Chen Qingzhi kowtowed three times and said, "I will keep the kindness of the immortal in my heart. I will burn incense and pray in the morning and evening. The blessings of the immortal will last forever."

"Don't regret it in the future."

Zhou Yi waved his whisk lightly, and a spiritual light fell down.

Chen Qingzhi had a magic elixir in his hand, and the dragon girl was seriously injured and dying, but in Zhou Yi's eyes, she could be easily cured.

"Thank you, Immortal!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt dizzy.

When Chen Qingzhi opened his eyes again, he had returned to Bibo Pond.

…

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

Zhou Yi woke up from his wedding dream and looked up at the sky.

"Oh it's you!"

It was originally suspected that some old guy was behind Chen Qingzhi's encounter with the Dragon Girl. The most likely person was the old dragon from Luoshui.

Only then did I realize that no one was plotting against Chen Qingzhi.

This is just a random trick. Even the most powerful divination skills in the world cannot calculate the existence of Chen Qingzhi.

Only the will of heaven in the dark can grasp everything in detail and capture the traces of Chen Qingzhi's plan.

Dragon Girl is just the beginning. Various accidents and inevitable consequences will push Chen Qingzhi to the demon clan and become a boost in the general trend of heaven.

"This also shows that Chen Qingzhi's potential is higher than Pindao expected, otherwise it will not affect the fate of the demon clan!"

In the past six months, Zhou had rescued many lucky refugees through Luo Li, and then investigated their characters and used the magical power of dream marriage on more than a dozen people.

Others practiced step by step, slaying demons and demons, and there was never any interference from heaven.

"Is the trend of heaven really irreversible?"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly.

Tiandao has no exact consciousness, but just follows the established direction, rolling forward like the torrent of history. It will not deliberately target anyone, but anything that goes against the general trend will only yield results if you exert ten times the effort.

Even if this fruit is divided, the way of heaven will take it away quietly.

For example, Chen Qingzhi, Zhou Yi planned to train him to be a strong man who can slay demons, but he met a dragon girl in the Qi Refining Realm, which changed his future.

This is just the beginning. No matter what Zhou Yi tries in the future, there may be subtle changes, and it is not a man-made conspiracy and cannot be revealed at all.

"The rise of the demon clan is due to the establishment of the demon clan in heaven. Many ancient demon generals have gotten rid of the lifespan limit and accumulated unlimited Taoist magic power. Therefore, it is the demon clan itself that has achieved its prosperity."

"It seems that changing the general trend of Heavenly Dao is the real way to break the situation!"

Zhou Yi's mind was spinning and he had a vague plan.

…

The Demon Slayer Prison.

After the pacification of southern Xinjiang, the number of prisoners per day dropped sharply by 30 to 40%.

It has little impact on Zhouyi's Eight Paths avatar. The path will increase every day for thirty to fifty years, and the medium goal can be achieved in another five or six years.

Ho ho ho!

A roar came one after another, waking up the new torturer.

"Evil corpses are appearing more and more frequently. If we continue to kill them, Emperor Jingtai will definitely find a problem. We need to find a way to prevent the torturers from being devoured, and at the same time, we can safely and steadily increase their Taoism!"

Zhou Yi grabbed the evil corpse by the neck and crushed it to pieces with his majestic magic power, leaving only a wisp of spiritual evil behind.

The Demon Illustrated Book was flipped, and the Demonic Illustrated Book was almost solidified. It was about to transform from a simple picture into a three-dimensional form, ready to emerge.

After returning to the cell and continuing to sleep, Sun Kang, the torturer who was awakened by the roar of corpses, asked tremblingly.

"Old Liu, has a demon escaped from prison? Why does the sound sound so close?"

"It's okay, sleep well."

Zhou Yi didn't say much, and he didn't need to be comforted. Sun Kang got used to it within a few days.

Besides, once you enter the Demon Slayer Prison, you will only have a few years to live.

Today, the prisoners in the prison live much longer than they did a few years ago, and most of the dangerous demons have fallen into the hands of Zhou Yi's clones.

The clone below the ground is working hard to increase his mana, while the original figure on the ground is enjoying squeezing shoulders and beating legs.

After not seeing him for half a month, Zhang Cheng finally returned to duty at the Ministry of Things.

The small office has become a large flat floor again, and there are oirans to wait on it. It is time for colleagues to change the deformed scrolls they use.

"Those monks at Bodhi Temple don't do anything after receiving money for incense!"

Zhang Cheng stood with one foot on the ground and put the other foot on the chair, scolding: "I donated a hundred thousand taels of silver, but I only stayed here for half a month before I was kicked out!"

The colleagues who were watching nodded and reprimanded the monks of Bodhi Temple for not doing so.

Chen Ying said doubtfully: "It shouldn't be. Last year, I donated a thousand taels to Bodhi Temple and stayed there for a month. Did Brother Zhang commit any Buddhist taboo?"

"Old Zhang, I am a Buddhist disciple recognized by Monk Miaoshan, what taboos can I commit!"

Zhang Cheng said: "It's just that the food in the temple was too bland, so I asked Dashunzhai to send some meat and vegetables. How can there be meat without wine, so I asked someone to buy some fine wine. After I had eaten and drank enough, I called Chunfeng Tower. The girl goes to sing..."

"..."

Many colleagues had already guessed that Zhang Cheng would be disliked by others, but they had never thought of being so bold.

Luojing Bodhi Temple is a branch of the Bodhi Temple of the Buddhist sect. There is a first-class divine monk who has condensed the wisdom relics in the temple. Zhang Cheng dares to drink, eat and listen to music there. It is a mercy to come back alive.

Lao Zhang continued to complain nonchalantly about what was testing the concentration of the monks in the temple, and what kind of food and wine had passed through his intestines.

The colleagues listened very patiently, and from time to time they chimed in and cursed a few times, and finally left with satisfaction after receiving the latest maid picture.

Chen Ying, attended by four oirans, was copying the "Jingming Narcissus Notes". The cultivation method described in this Taoist scripture is similar to the martial arts of transporting qi and blood to cultivate the true qi.

A few days ago, I saw Zhouyi reading the Book of Changes, and exchanged a jar of three-hundred-year-old pear blossoms for a day of borrowing.

He was copying immortal scriptures comfortably, and there were four oirans waiting on his left and right. Their red sleeves only added fragrance.

suddenly.

The hand of the oiran who squeezed his shoulders became ten times stronger, and the oiran who beat his legs became a copper hammer.

"Hiss-"

Chen Ying gasped in pain, but two courtesans held him down, making it impossible for him to escape.

"Boy, if you can't speak, just act like a mute!"

Zhang Cheng snorted coldly and continued to draw pictures of ladies.

There is a vague rumor circulating on the market in Luojing that there is a scroll that can transform an oiran into a oiran, and a painting is worth tens of thousands of gold. Among Luo Jing's painters, there is absolutely no one other than Zhang Cheng who is so willing to sell his face for money.

Zhou Yi asked: "Brother Zhang, why did you go to Bodhi Temple?"

After not seeing Zhang Cheng for half a month, I thought he was going to slay demons, but unexpectedly he hid in Bodhi Temple.

"Of course it's to avoid disaster, otherwise ghosts would go to the temple to suffer."

Zhang Cheng whispered: "Old Zhou, you might not believe it... I'm possessed!"

"Bewitched?"

Zhou Yi immediately understood that this man regarded the immortal fate as a conspiracy and hid in the temple to hope that the Buddha would resist the disaster.

"Can you tell me more specifically?"

"I can't say, don't harm you. That person is so powerful that even the monk Fajing couldn't find out the cause and effect."

Zhang Cheng threw the brush away as he spoke, slumped on the chair, and said lifelessly: "I have only had a few good years to live, and when I encounter something like this, I am really... jealous of the talent!"

Zhou Yi reminded: "It's better to go to divination and deduce it. The real person Xuanji is in Prince Yan's Mansion. Moreover, Luo Jing has recently come up with a magical divination called Yiqing Taoist. You can go and try it."

"Is that old blind man Xuanji back?"

Zhang Cheng jumped up and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go find him and figure it out!"

It's past noon.

Zhang Cheng wandered back again, his face changing with a mixture of sadness and joy.

Zhou Yi asked: "What did Master Xuanji say?"

"Don't say it! Don't say it!"

Zhang Cheng waved his hands repeatedly and sat on the chair with his eyes closed and meditated until he got off duty.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and looked determined, as if he had made up his mind.

"Let's go to Chunfeng Tower!"

…

Chunfeng Tower.

It's the time when there are the most customers.

There were no seats for listening to music in the lobby, so I could only stand and talk to the girl.

If you go to the second floor at this time, you will definitely not be able to last until midnight. When the girl comes out, your previous bragging will be ruined!

"Hey, no wonder I heard the cry of magpies. Master Zhang and Master Zhou are here!"

When the madam saw Zhou Yi and the others, he immediately beamed with joy and personally led the way to the box.

The standing-room audience was immediately unhappy, why didn't they say first come, first served, which made the whole room burst into laughter. After being explained by the people on the side, there was no longer any resentment. Instead, they cupped their hands in front of the box and praised him for being a role model for our generation!

Zhang Cheng sat down, and wine and delicacies were served.

The old bustard quickly ordered him to go down and put on the Taizu play.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Cheng frowned and called the madam before he finished singing a few words.

"Let's do something different today..."

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment and said: "Sing "The Legend of Immortals", start from the first verse!"

The old madam looked bitter: "Master Zhang, you don't like this play, why don't you let Miss Yushu come on stage and sing a few lines?"

The Legend of Immortals is a drama compiled by Taoism to promote itself and based on various legends about the ascension of immortals. The story line of each story is very similar. Basically, it is about being born in poverty, encountering adventures and finally becoming a fairy.

The story is a good one, and the person who wrote the lyrics is also a literary master. Unfortunately, it deliberately mixed in a lot of private information, making it boring and boring.

Everyone comes to Chunfeng Tower to have fun, and singing this is equivalent to driving people outside.

Zhang Cheng took out a large stack of banknotes from his arms and said, "All the bills tonight will be charged to me!"

The old bustard took the fruit banknote and glanced at it. It was at least three to fifty thousand taels.

"Master Zhang, tonight I will sing the Legend of the Immortals!"

After that, he went out to announce the good news. The guests immediately cheered loudly, and then changed to the music of the gods, and it didn't feel boring at all.

All the big guys who paid the bill like to listen to it, there must be something extraordinary about this track!

Chen Ying asked in confusion: "Brother Zhang, why did you change your hobby?"

"What do you guys know? I am a direct descendant of the Taoist sect. When I listen to music, I only listen to the legends of gods and understand the principles of the sages!"

Zhang Cheng said: "When I become an immortal, I will make you a flute player!"

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "Looking at Brother Zhang, does Master Xuanji predict the top number?"

"Haha! You can't say it!"

Zhang Cheng laughed a few times, patted Zhou Yi on the shoulder, and said solemnly.

"Don't worry, Lao Zhou, I'll save the position of the boy holding the sword for you!"