Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1067 Alien
Li Ximing waved the golden scroll in his hand, and the lines of colorful characters began to shine brightly.

This scroll is extremely mysterious and is an ancient object. Even a highly skilled "Kujin" monk like Liu Changdie took a lot of effort to get it. It feels soft in the hand and is somewhat similar in shape to the [Linguang Huiyang Divine Scroll].

[The Miraculous Scroll of Dividing the Spirit and Different Body] is mainly used to protect life, cultivate Taoism, avoid disasters and calamities. When practicing this wonderful Scroll, the first thing to practice is [The Miraculous Scroll of Dividing the Spirit and Different Body].

[Divided Spirit and Different Body] is cultivated with various treasures. According to the different magical powers of the practitioners, different types of treasures are needed. It is adaptable and tests the practitioners' cultivation level. It is generally divided into three categories.

"The superior ones cultivate the Dao with gold, completely forgetting themselves; the middle ones use corpses to carry spirits, avoiding danger and avoiding evil; the inferior ones paint clay statues, protecting every limb!"

The best quality ones are to use ancient spiritual objects to cultivate a Taoist body for practicing Taoism. The inferior ones should be used as substitute bodies in the human world to avoid disasters. These two have infinite power and can be used for reincarnation, and can even be a body outside the body.

What the author despises the most is using this technique to resist some disasters caused by war.

There is no doubt that Li Ximing went there to resist the disaster of war.

'The requirements of this technique are too high, or the resources in the hands of ancient monks are too abundant! I don't have such good materials... The only thing I can use is [Soul-Listening Mulberry Wood], which is rare nowadays and is not considered a good thing in the eyes of ancient monks...'

In the volume, it is called Jianhui Sang, which is a kind of "Gengmu", but now it is "Zheqi". After Li Ximing compared it, it is the [Tinghun Mulberry Wood] in his hand - but it has just reached the entry level.

Li Ximing had no regrets, but was filled with joy. Even if he was a low-ranking official in the eyes of the ancient cultivators, the threshold was the divine power of life. Without "Tianxia Ming", he could not even be a low-ranking official. The so-called low-ranking official's method is a first-class thing today! At that time, even the Purple Mansion Golden Elixir Dao was a side door of the lower nine classes!

Moreover, he had some knowledge now, and he understood what the sergeant meant by avoiding evil and escaping danger. This body could not escape the eyes of other Purple Palaces. He would probably use this body to walk in the human world, while his original body Taixu would sit on the sidelines and watch. On the one hand, he would avoid being involved in the worldly affairs, and on the other hand, he could avoid the sins of killing that he had committed, and he would be more calm when the Thunder Palace came to judge him.

Now that the Thunder Palace has collapsed, this sergeant's method is of no use to Li Ximing. He has only one thought in his mind:
'Save one limb!'

He did not have much else in his hands, just a lot of [Soul-Listening Mulberry Wood]. When he came back from the sea, the first thing he did was to take out a portion of it the size of a human head and practice [Soul-Breaking and Different Body].

Li Ximing had spent most of the past two years on this [Split Spirit Body]. This thing needed all kinds of spiritual objects and elixirs to be nurtured. Li Ximing had made quite a few from his years of alchemy. He took out a few elixirs for improving his cultivation from his sleeves and placed this body in this world where the sun and the moon shone together to cultivate.

Li Zhouwei's reminder from that year was still fresh in his mind, so he placed the alchemy furnace here, allowing the alchemy fire to contaminate [The Divided Spirit and Different Body] to avoid revealing anything wrong.

'Two years ago, this thing has become a popular item. You can give it a try...'

The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. He immediately touched his sleeve, took out a box, opened it, and saw a thumb-sized white flower petal in the middle, covered with a hazy gray light.

It is [One Hundred Souls Combined into One Hundred Hearts]!
He gently stroked the chest of 'Li Ximing' in front of him, and saw the black, beating heart inside. He then placed the [Hundred Hearts of Combined Souls] in the palm of his hand, blew gently, and turned it into a gust of white wind that swept in.

This [Divided Soul and Different Body] requires a lot, and even the simplest method of making it took Li Ximing a lot of thought. Now that this [Combined Soul and Hundred Hearts] is placed into the body, it can finally be used!
He pinched his fingers, forced magic blood out from his fingertips, and pointed out the [Light of Six Directions]. He pointed it at the brow of Li Ximing who was sitting on the ground, and saw that all the colorful phantoms were retracted. This thing turned into a palm-sized, exquisite sculpture and fell into his palm. He hooked it with his spiritual consciousness and showed joy.

'As soon as the Soul-Merging Hundred Hearts entered, it was effective. When activated, it transformed into a clay figure that covered the Dharma body, playing a role of taking the punishment for me to a certain extent... But I am afraid of fire and metal, especially fire and metal... Fire can damage the body and life. In addition, I am using the [Soul-Listening Mulberry Wood]. Once it encounters fire, it will not only be ineffective in resisting, but may even burn this alien body.'

'I heard that Guangchan uses the Tianguang Pagoda and the Lihuo Spear, which can be resisted. Now we need to use the life magic to connect and nourish... If the connection is in place, it can have a better effect.'

The ability of this thing depends entirely on the nurturing and cultivation of its owner. If it is used to resist injuries, it will focus on the connection with the main body and require the participation of life and magic. However, Li Ximing has already made arrangements in his mind:

"'Tianxia Ming' has special effects, which can save me a lot of effort."

Then he descended to the mortal world and walked through the void to the hall on the lake. On the plaque was a golden glow with three large characters written on it:

[Jiangguang Palace].

As the disciples of Mingyang found their own way out and Li Jiangzong came out of seclusion, the title and real status of the owner of Wangyue Lake fell into Li Jiangzong's hands. He claimed to be second only to Mingyang and lived in a side hall, which was this [Jiangguang Hall].

Li Jiangzong gradually matured, and his power reached a new level after breaking through the foundation. Sitting in the hall, he had an aura of majesty without anger. However, this direct descendant of the Bo lineage, who had always been respectful, was now furious. He stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of disgust and hatred.

A man with half gray hair stood at the side, looking somewhat at a loss. It was Li Zhoufang. Next to him stood Li Zhouda, with a grim look on his face. At the foot of the steps was a young man kneeling, his face staring straight at the ground, unwilling to look up.

In just a moment, under the sunlight, Li Ximing's figure suddenly appeared on the main seat. The real person put one hand on the armrest, raised his eyebrows, and said lightly:

"What's going on here."

Instantly, everyone on the field changed color, and knelt down at the same time in different directions, shouting:

"Meet the real person!"

Li Ximing lowered his eyebrows, and Li Jiangzong raised his head which was pressed tightly against the ground. He now had a beard and looked very steady:
"Report to the Immortal... The disciple of Jiang Sect is incompetent... He was scolding the younger generation and did not intend to disturb the Immortal..."

"It turned out to be Suiqing."

Li Ximing smiled. Li Zhoufang, who was kneeling below, was already sweating profusely. He took two steps forward and said respectfully:
"I dare not disturb the divine power, I will take this child to Qingdu right away!"

Li Jiangzong's heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself that this was not good - even though Li Ximing was in seclusion every day, how could this master not know Li Suiqing! As expected, Li Ximing's smile faded a little, and he turned his gaze to look at Li Zhouda. The man knelt in front of the stage and immediately said:

"When I was inspecting the West Coast, I heard from Yu Ting that Yan Kuai, a servant of Young Master Sui Qing, had a nephew who was too close to Tian Pan, the supervisor of the Bai Ni Jade Mine on the West Coast. He secretly sent monks from various peaks to buy the mine with gold and then delivered it to him, so that he could take all the production shares..."

"The world is in chaos now, and supplies are not flowing. If the monks on the west coast need white jade, they have to buy it from Yan Kuai at a high price. He is profiting from it..."

Li Ximing said casually:

"How about the law?"

Li Zhouda bowed and said:
"Young Master Sui Qing, who had private relations with the inspector and manipulated prices, should be fined and his gains confiscated, given three hundred thunder lashes, and imprisoned in the mountains for ten years. Tian Pan should be dismissed from his post and questioned, and Yan Kuai and his subordinates should be killed."

But the young man on the ground gritted his teeth and said:

"I have the ability to buy and the means to sell. Why do you say I manipulate prices?"

A trace of panic flashed across Li Jiangzong's eyes, his face was gloomy, he gnashed his teeth, turned around and cursed:
"What abilities do you have? Rely on the abilities of your clan!"

Li Suiqing's cultivation was not good enough, and three hundred thunder whips were fatal. Obviously, Li Jiangzong shouted at his own child to be beaten and killed, but he couldn't bear it in private, otherwise he would not have dragged him to this hall to question him.

Li Suiqing sneered. The young man showed no fear at all. He smiled and said:
"You can stand here today, is it your ability?"

This sound was like thunder from heaven, and it offended countless people. However, Li Jiangzong did not feel the slightest bit of anger at being offended. Instead, he broke out in a cold sweat, and his heart was shaking like the sky was falling and the earth was splitting:

"You...you...you useless evil creature, you still dare not give in, you still refuse to give in!"

Then he heard two laughs from above - the smile on the face of this real person had completely disappeared, and he looked at the young man with interest and said with a smile:

"Go to Qingdu to receive your punishment."

As if it was an illusion, as these light words fell, the person in the main seat suddenly became high and far away, floating in the sky, and it seemed as if everyone below fell into the abyss together, getting farther and farther away from him.

In an instant, Li Suiqing's expression changed completely. The unyielding look in his gray-black eyes melted away in an instant like a spring breeze. The fierce, self-righteous hatred and malice disappeared in an instant. He knelt on the ground like a docile lamb, somewhat at a loss.

'yes…'

He carefully moved his knees twice, stood up, and said respectfully:

"I am ignorant and disturb you, my Lord."

So he bent down, faced the main seat, stepped back, and kowtowed three times respectfully in front of the hall. Then he looked politely at the guard beside him and said softly in the other's eyes:

"Please take me there."

At this moment, there was silence in the hall. Li Jiangzong's face turned visibly pale. The fear and pain in his heart rushed to his mind, making his nose hot and his brows cold. He knelt on the ground like a wooden chicken, looking at his father in a daze.

Li Zhoufang pressed his forehead to the ground, sobbing silently.

Li Jiangzong woke up as if from a dream. He knelt down beside the main seat with a plop. He moved his knees forward. His lips turned pale, his eyes were red, and he cried in a trembling voice:

"Master... please forgive him... no matter how naughty he is, he is my own son after all... I am willing to imprison him for life... Master... I beg you... Master! I am willing to die in his place!"

Of course, what Li Jiangzong was worried about was not the three hundred thunder whips. With his power and Li Suiqing's status as a direct descendant of the Bo Clan, no one would dare to beat him to death unless the order was to execute him! At most, he would be crippled, but if Li Ximing had no room for tact, this look would have essentially killed Li Suiqing!

After hearing his words, the [Light of Six Directions] that kept jumping on the fingertips of the real person in platinum clothing was faintly sensed, constantly warning of something, as if it was about to jump up and choose someone to devour at any time. He slowly raised his head, moved his gaze to his younger generations, and finally met Li Jiangzong's eyes.

The man who held the power in the mortal realm of the Li family was covered in cold sweat, but he did not dare to avoid his sight. Fortunately, the terrible thing did not happen. Master Zhao Jing lowered his eyebrows so that people could not see the color in his eyes, and shook his head and said:

"You misunderstood. You will understand it in three days."

Li Jiangzong took a step back, kowtowed and cried, somewhat at a loss:

"Jiang Zong thanks Immortal! Jiang Zong... Jiang Zong offended... Jiang Zong is willing to accept the punishment!"

His words echoed in the hall, causing Li Zhouda to shut his mouth belatedly. He then fell to his knees, not knowing how to start again.

Li Ximing didn't smile much, and even felt a little bored when facing this junior's apology. He closed his eyes and said lightly:

"Bring up the things you were told to do, and take everything back."

Li Jiangzong bent over, turned around and took a step, picked up a plate of clothes from a separate table on the side, knelt respectfully and presented it beside the Immortal's table, then hurriedly retreated and closed the two doors of the hall from outside.

The hall suddenly became quiet, with only the magic lamp flickering slightly, illuminating the changing light and shadow of Li Ximing's profile. The immortal did not move the jade plate, but sat there silently, looking quietly at the closed door.

After an unknown amount of time, he gradually moved his gaze and looked hesitantly at the invisible light of the universe that was dancing on his fingertips.

'The world is clear...'

……

outside the temple.

The guards on both sides had already dispersed. Li Jiangzong pressed the door tightly, confirmed that the formation in the hall had started to work, stepped back, and kowtowed three times.

Li Zhoufang stood silently behind his eldest son with his eyes closed, not knowing how to start the conversation. He hurriedly tried to pull his hand, but found that Li Jiangzong's hands were extremely cold and clenched until they turned white.

It was already dark. The father and son walked down the hall together in silence, under Li Zhouda's lost gaze. They walked in the dim corridor for a while and hurried into the side hall.

Li Jiangzong's steps were stiff.

He found that there was only one magic lamp lit in the side hall, standing upright in the middle of the main hall. The light was not strong, but it dissipated all the darkness. Everything above, below, left and right was clearly visible, even the patterns on the inner wall of an open teapot were clearly visible, making his eyes hurt.

Father Li Zhoufang hurriedly closed the palace door, closed his eyes, and tears flowed out, saying regretfully:

"It's all my fault...I shouldn't have brought him here!"

Li Jiangzong seemed to no longer hear what he was saying. He still looked dazed and stood there for several breaths before grabbing his father's hand and instantly clenching it to the point that it hurt Li Zhoufang.

The eldest son paused for a long time, then asked hesitantly in a low voice:

"Father, you are most familiar with me, you know me best, you observe me... you observe me..."

His pupils dilated and his voice trembled:

"Does it still look like Li Jiangzong?"

"Is the child still Li Jiangzong?"

Main characters in this chapter
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Li Ximing [Early Purple Mansion]

Li Jiangzong's "Pheasant's Journey" [Early Stage of Foundation Building]