There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Chapter 632 Re-establishing the Daozang Hall? (Subscribe, monthly ticket)

Xizhou.

On the hillside of a giant mountain that seems to connect heaven and earth, there is a small thatched cottage among a pile of dense vegetation. Facing the sunlight, near the cliff, there is a chessboard carved out of rock. The chess pieces on the board are black and white, and it is obvious that the game has come to an end.

Next to the chessboard was a set of quaint tea sets, with two cups of tea emitting a wisp of steam, but no one was drinking the tea.

A mountain breeze blew past, and the dense vegetation around the thatched cottage swayed left and right. A figure appeared out of thin air, and then another person appeared. They sat on the futon next to the coffee table, drinking tea and studying the remaining chess pieces on the board.

Two quarters of an hour later, a stream of light fell from the sky and landed in front of the thatched cottage. The man had a jade gourd on his waist, wore a blue Taoist robe with narrow sleeves, a wooden hairpin on his head, and had a three-foot long beard on his chest.

It’s Zhenjun Yuanwu!
When he appeared, one of the two people beside the coffee table flicked his sleeves, an invisible light flashed, and Cheng Xi's figure appeared in front of Yuanwu Zhenjun.

Cheng Xi was stunned for two breaths and recalled everything that had happened. When he met the gaze of Yuanwu Zhenjun, he felt that his spiritual veins were trembling. He immediately knelt down and bowed, shouting, "Zhenjun, God is above!"

Yuan Wu Zhenjun said coldly: "Now I give you two choices. First, worship me, and I will gather a consciousness to help you conceal the secrets of heaven and advance to the fourth realm!"

Cheng Xi lowered his head and his pupils shrank. This was the way of advancement that Tai Yan monk was most unwilling to do, because this would turn him into a puppet of the object of worship, so he did not rush to make a choice and waited quietly for the second choice.

"The second option is to fend for yourself!"

Yuanwu Zhenjun's cold voice made Cheng Xi's body tremble uncontrollably.

The man on the left side of the coffee table reminded with a smile: "The moment you drew the 'Heaven Covering Talisman', you were locked in by the Heavenly Dao. The reason you are still alive now is because we are covering you up. But as long as you walk out of my thatched cottage, you will die within three breaths!"

He laughed when he said this, "The Taiyan Talisman is really interesting. They practice puppetry and enjoy playing with human consciousness. I didn't expect that in the end they would play with their own human consciousness and refine themselves into a puppet!"

The monk on the right side of the coffee table also looked at Cheng Xi, but he was rather cold. "As a loser, you must have the awareness of a loser. You must cherish the opportunity I give you. You still have ten breaths to consider it. If you don't agree, get out."

His voice was icy cold.

Cheng Xi only felt his teeth chattering. On the third breath, he whispered, "I choose the first path!"

"very good!"

Yuan Wu Zhenjun's tone became less cold. He waved his hand to let Cheng Xi stand up and said, "This is also your opportunity. Normally, I will not restrict your actions. You can continue to fulfill your ideals and develop your family. But there is one thing you must do..."

"The South Sea Islands are in a state of chaos after Wu Ma lost his position. Your future duty is to stay in charge of the South Seas. Without my permission, you are not allowed to take a single step out of the South Seas. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand!"

Yuan Wu Zhen Jun nodded, a satisfied look flashed across his face, and then he bowed to the two monks drinking tea and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoists. I have important matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."

"it is good!"

The monk on the left nodded, and the other monk bowed silently to see him off.

Afterwards, Yuanwu Zhenjun took Cheng Xi and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

"You lose this time. The winemaking for the next two hundred years will be handed over to you." The cultivator on the left said with a smug smile, "I said Changqing would win. He looks like a man with great luck. On the other hand, Chengxi is timid and submissive. He is not destined to be promoted to the fourth realm."

"There are too many changes in Changqing's future. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse for him to win this competition!" "I think this is good. Too many rules that were made in the beginning were wrong. Changes will allow us to fish in troubled waters!"

“I still prefer stability…”

The cultivator on the right spoke in a cold tone and looked towards Zhongzhou. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate thousands of mountains and rivers.

Zhongzhou.

Five days later, at the Qianmuguan Mountain Dojo.

It was very lively here today. Dozens of third-level cultivators gathered together, talking and laughing with Wang Ping as the center. It seemed that they had endless topics to talk about. Some Taoist children carefully shuttled among them, pouring wine and serving tea to these powerful cultivators.

In the front hall of Qianmu Temple, Xia Wenyi, Hu Qianqian and Guangxuan were presiding over a grand ceremony. All the sects and Taoist temples in the south had sent monks to the ceremony, and some small sects even had their leaders personally come out.

On the second day of the ceremony, Vajra Temple sent a group of disciples from afar. Leading the group was the monk Mingxin, whom Wang Ping was familiar with. Also coming with them was Zhigong Taoist's junior fellow apprentice Liu Shuibin.

Day three.

In the noisy mountaintop Taoist temple, someone suddenly spoke up: "Back then, five seniors, Yunque, Yingfu, Huode, Zhiyuan and Mingjing, established the Daozang Palace in the chaos to drive out evil spirits and bring peace to the people of the world. Now, we are gathered here, why don't we follow the example of our predecessors to establish the status of the Dao Palace and help Zhongzhou establish the divine tool as soon as possible to calm the people!"

The noisy sound suddenly disappeared, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that it was Liu Huai'en in the corner who said this.

Many people frowned slightly when they saw that it was Liu Huai'en who was speaking, because this was the line they had prepared for a long time, and they originally wanted to find a good opportunity to say it, but they didn't expect to be beaten to it by someone else.

"good idea!"

Ruan Chunzi, who was standing next to Wang Ping, immediately agreed: "Most of the chaos in the world today is caused by the fighting between cultivators. If there is a Taoist palace to maintain order in the cultivation world, the people can also be more stable."

"Saint has mercy!"

Monk Mingxin immediately expressed his opinion: "There have been too many unprovoked killings in recent years, and there should be some restrictions."

Taoist Hua Yun of the Zhenyang Sect looked at Wang Ping and asked, "I wonder what you think?"

Wang Ping responded with a smile: "My opinion is not important, the key is your opinion. After all, the Dao Palace is relatively stable in the four southern routes now."

Jiang Cun and Yang Shu looked at each other, and then Jiang Cun said, "Linshui Prefecture agrees in principle. The killing in the world has been too heavy in recent years. Even our Xuanmen sect has disciples setting up altars to absorb spirituality. If this continues, it will only lead to greater disasters. However..."

"It's just that I hope that the Southeast Sea area can be divided into a large region, which will be governed by Linshui Prefecture..."

"There is more than just your Linshui Prefecture in the Southeast Sea. There is also my Taiyin Sect, and thousands of independent sects!" A Taiyin Sect weapon cultivator interrupted Jiang Cun before he could finish speaking. He was the first major sect to come to Qianmu Temple to pay a visit after Wang Ping ended the war with Linshui Prefecture.

In other words, among the five Xuanmen sects and the two Tianmen sects, only the Yuqing Sect has not sent a representative, while the other six sects have representatives in this small Taoist temple.

As soon as the Taiyin Sect said this, the gap between the various factions was instantly ignited, and a quarrel was inevitable, but Wang Ping did not stop it because this was what he wanted to see.

(End of this chapter)