Who Told Him To Cultivate Immortality! Chapter 761

Chapter 761 The Legend of the Lord of Penglai Island

A person who is accomplished in spiritual practice can calculate the information of the owner of the blood based on the blood, and use this to carry out plots, curses, etc.

Therefore, before Meng Jingzhou sold his blood, he completely erased the information contained in the blood. No one could find out that it was his blood, and the Sui people were no exception.

“This is it?” Li Haoran was a little confused and didn't know what the Sui people were going to do.

"This is the blood I got from the black market auction, which cost me one hundred thousand spiritual stones."

Meng Jingzhou looked weird. When he first sold his blood, he sold it for 10,000 spirit stones per drop. Isn't the price increase too outrageous?

As a member of the Meng family, we actually lost money. What a shame.

"This blood should be some kind of pure blood of the demon clan. It has the effect of improving one's cultivation and aphrodisiac, so I thought of buying it as a gift to my husband. If the fairy grass can improve the effect of this blood to a higher level, that would be great. But that's it.”

Li Haoran was very moved after hearing this. He did not expect that the Sui people always thought of themselves.

Lu Yang also recognized that this was Meng Jingzhou's blood essence. He didn't remember that Lao Meng's blood had the effect of increasing one's cultivation. If Lao Meng's blood had this effect, he would drink three large bowls first.

Senior Su, have you started telling lies in order to trick Li Haoran into sleeping with you?

"No, I can only let the living spirit increase its cultivation. It would be more like finding the owner of the blood." The Feathered Immortal Grass stopped the Sui people's thoughts.

“That's it.” The Sui man was obviously in a low mood.

Lu Yang glanced at Meng Jingzhou secretly, thinking about whether to tell the truth to the Sui people and help Lao Meng improve his cultivation level. This could be considered an opportunity for Lao Meng.

Meng Jingzhou shook his head slightly at high speed, rejecting the opportunity.

Meng Jingzhou had a picture in his mind:

In the dead of night, he was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. Su Yiren sneaked into his room in the dark. The moonlight reflected Su Yiren's beautiful figure. Meng Jingzhou said with a clear stance, "I can't do anything to regret Junior Brother Li." Su Yiren said, "Just... It hurts, it'll be quick.” Meng Jingzhou tried his best to resist, but was ultimately defeated by the Sui people. Then the Sui people **** Meng Jingzhou and started to draw blood...

What's going on?

While talking and laughing, the white crucian carp was eaten by everyone, leaving only a plate of cleanly shaved fish bones.

Poor white crucian carp accidentally got the chance to be immortal, took the fairy grass, and his cultivation skyrocketed. He cultivated to a level that no fish in the white crucian carp tribe had reached in the previous twenty years. However, he never thought that all this was a conspiracy of the human race. He was pierced by the fairy sword and divided among the human race monks. After eating it, not even a complete body was left behind.

After enjoying the delicious food from Donghai, Lu Yang and others went downstairs to pay. Lu Yang noticed a statue on the counter. The statue was a middle-aged man with a goatee.

“Who is this statue?” Lu Yang asked casually.

Li Haoran said: "He is the owner of Penglai Island, Taoist Sanshan. There are many legends of Taoist Sanshan circulating in the East China Sea. For example, when fishermen encountered storms and heavy rains when they went out to sea, Taoist Sanshan happened to pass by and saved the people in the boat, and said that in the future When going fishing, you can pray to his name silently to bless them during their trip."

"There is also a legend that during the autumn harvest, the grain farmers had a good harvest. However, there was a sudden heavy rain, and Sanshan Taoist appeared. It is similar to the legend of fishermen going out to sea. It is estimated that one of these two legends is the original version, and the other is passed down orally. Evolved.”

“Or maybe there was a plague somewhere, and Sanshan Taoist gave a sweet open-air spring to cure the disease and save people.”

“Otherwise, the monks encountered bottlenecks in their practice and were restless. Taoist priests from Sanshan appeared to help the monks break through..."

“Anyway, there are many legends, which have been circulated for four to five thousand years. No one knows how many of the legends are true. In short, among the monks in the East China Sea, Sanshan Taoist is their belief, and every household worships him.”

“To say it's efficacious, it's definitely not particularly efficacious. Even if he incarnates tens of thousands of times, he can't satisfy everyone's wishes. Immortals are not that capable.”

"But Taoist Sanshan has been famous for a long time, and his faith has become a habit. It has the purpose of spiritual sustenance. Whether it is effective or not is no longer important."

“Penglai is the most respected island in the three islands of Penglai, probably because of the lack of Sanshan Taoist priests.”

“I heard that the Golden Buddha Kingdom also wanted to come to the East China Sea to preach, but due to the presence of Taoist Sanshan, it ended in failure.”

Lu Yang thought of Fan Chong: "Fan Chong is a disciple of Sanshan Taoist and uses his power to bully others. I feel that Sanshan Taoist is not as good as the legend."

Li Haoran couldn't explain this problem, shook his head and said helplessly: "Perhaps Sanshan Taoist has been living in seclusion all year round, and has not strict restraint on the people below?"

He looked at Su Yi, who also shook his head: "I met Taoist Sanshan once. He was very considerate in dealing with people. Even when he met middle and low-level monks, he did not show too arrogance, which is different from the image in folklore. Not big, I can't imagine why Taoist Xuanling and Fan Chong are like that.”

The Immortal Fairy suddenly said, a little puzzled: "What's going on with these Sanshan Taoists? They have made so many outrageous legends. If you don't have such great skills, don't mess around."

In the spiritual space, the immortal fairy is lying on the sea bed, floating on the sea, and the fish's tail is flapping.

Lu Yang suddenly remembered that although the current immortal fairy was extremely unreliable, in ancient times it was a belief-like existence. In order to meet the fertility needs of believers, the mother-child river and the twin rivers were created.

“Fairy, is there anything in this?”

"I don't know much about the power of faith, but Qinghe knows more about it. Qinghe told me that as the source of faith, we must control the legend and never portray ourselves as an almighty image. Take the immortal as an example. A believer asks me for a child. I do have the ability to create a child-mother river, so I will respond to the believer's request."

“Some believers ask me for strength, and if I am not willing to grant power, I will make it clear to my face, so that believers will not come to me one after another to ask for power, which will be very annoying.”

Lu Yang nodded as if he understood.

"You sir, don't you look like me, a monk from the East China Sea?" The shop owner noticed that Lu Yang and his group showed great interest in the statue of Taoist Sanshan. There was no such thing among the monks from the East China Sea.

Lu Yang nodded. They were disciples of the Five Elements Sect, not Donghai monks.

"Would you like to pay homage to Sanshan Taoist? It will be very effective." It seems that the shop owner is very pious.

Lu Yang and others thought for a while, this can be regarded as the characteristic culture of the East China Sea, and they might as well pay their respects.

Lu Yang clasped his hands together and bowed to the statue of Sanshan Taoist. He thought silently in his heart with a sincere attitude, hoping that this legend of the East China Sea could bless them: "I hope that the trip to the East China Sea will be safe and nothing will happen."

Meng Jingzhou and others also bowed in the same manner.

The inner circle of Penglai Island, the core position of the ninth grade spiritual vein.

A man with a goatee was meditating on a futon. Suddenly, he made a loud noise and vomited blood. His expression was startled and uncertain.

“Who is worshiping me?”

(End of this chapter)

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