Chapter 138: Old Monk in the Mountains
"Can the power be passed on?"
Jiang Xiu asked in surprise. No matter how calm Jiang Tiansheng was, he was still a child. When he heard the words of the Human King, excitement appeared in his eyes.
The Human King looked pale and said, "Human Kings are special. It is true that they can pass on skills, but it is only the skills that can be passed on. Even if you have skills that surpass those of gods and men, your life span will not increase unless you can achieve a golden body. To put it bluntly, you only have skills, and you still have to rely on yourself for your physical strength. If you ascend the throne, the Emperor's luck will also limit your life span. It is difficult for an emperor of a lucky dynasty to live beyond a hundred years old."
Jiang Xiu was moved. He was now the emperor of Yun Dynasty, so he was naturally in a bad mood after hearing these words.
Jiang Tiansheng said: "It doesn't matter if I don't live to be a hundred years old. It's better to live a wonderful life and make great achievements for Dajing than to live a mediocre life."
The Human King changed his opinion of him. Even though it might be Jiang Xiu who was teaching him how to speak , the tone and demeanor of his speech were certainly not that of an ordinary person.
Just like this, Jiang Tiansheng became the disciple of the Human King, and the Human King would move into the capital with Tianming, and the one thousand masters of Tianming would assist Jiang Tiansheng.
The news spread in the capital, causing undercurrents.
The crown prince's position as heir apparent is no longer secure!
Because he was too comfortable, the prince did not win over the civil and military officials in the court and was just an empty title.
After the Second Prince Jiang Tianqi learned about it, he immediately started moving, while the other princes did not react for the time being.
The news that the Human King had chosen the twelfth prince of Dajing quickly spread throughout the world. The reactions of various dynasties were different, some were happy, some were terrified, and some were angry.
…
One night in June.
Jiang Changsheng spoke to Mu Lingluo in a dream.
"Hey, Brother Changsheng, why do you have a purple silk around your waist?" Mu Lingluo stared at Jiang Changsheng's belt and asked curiously.
There was a purple silk tied on Jiang Changsheng's belt, and Mu Lingluo noticed it at first sight.
Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "Just hang it randomly."
Mu Lingluo didn't think much about it. She started talking about the Holy Palace. She had joined the Holy Palace for more than half a month and had a certain understanding of the Holy Palace. With her exaggerated talent, she had already found a master, who was the most powerful female warrior in the Holy Palace and had reached the second cave heaven realm.
Jiang Changsheng listened carefully. Although Mu Lingluo's tone was calm, he could feel the excitement in her heart.
It seems that the Holy Palace really gave her a huge surprise.
"My master is also proficient in a technique to maintain youth. I have already started learning it, so that I won't be old when I come to find you in the future." Mu Lingluo blinked and said shyly.
From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Changsheng's appearance has not changed at all, which has always made her curious.
Jiang Changsheng smiled and pinched her face, making her face turn red. She quickly changed the subject and continued to talk about her experience in the Holy Palace, but did not avoid Jiang Changsheng's hand.
Mu Lingluo talked about the geniuses she had met. The boy named Lin who almost crossed the realm and defeated her that year also entered the Holy Palace. He was a disciple of the same year as her, named Lin Haotian, and he was now trying to reach the realm of a god.
“Haotian…”
Jiang Changsheng raised his eyebrows. This name has something interesting.
After chatting for an hour, Jiang Changsheng began to teach Mu Lingluo martial arts. After so many years, Mu Lingluo has completely mastered the Nine Gods Fighting Technique. What Jiang Changsheng wants to teach her is how to use it better.
With Jiang Changsheng around, Mu Lingluo could fight at a higher level in advance, allowing her to gain rich combat experience.
When meeting Lin Haotian again, Mu Lingluo will not be careless, but will defeat him as quickly as possible.
…
East China Sea Dynasty, Imperial City, inside a mansion.
Tianren Feng, the leader of Qiannanhai Sect, and a man in green sat at the head of the group, with dozens of people sitting on both sides, all of them with a powerful aura.
Tian Renfeng picked up the teacup and asked casually, "I wonder when Sect Master Tang will be ready to take action?"
The man in green laughed softly and said, "Don't worry. Our sect is in contact with the Chao Sect of Longmai Continent. After Xiansheng Dongtian left, the Chao Sects of various parties also had ambitions to expand. It's just right for us to use them. First, overthrow Dajing Daozu, and this world will be enough for us to divide up."
The warriors sitting in the two rows nodded one after another.
"Where on earth did that Dao Ancestor come from? He can't be from Dajing. It's unbelievable that he has surpassed the Qiankun realm before he is 120 years old."
"My sect has investigated at sea, but has not found any clues."
"Whether he is truly an eternal genius or a fake, he has already blocked our path and must be eliminated."
"That's right. Unless we give up the Dragon Vein Continent, we will run into him sooner or later. Da Jing's offensive clearly shows his ambition to conquer the world."
"Our strength alone is not enough. Let's continue to win over other maritime forces. At worst, we can divide the Dragon Vein Continent equally. We all have our own island groups. There is no need to risk everything for one continent."
The warriors were discussing the matter. They were all masters of the Qiannanhai Sect and the man in green. The weakest was at the level of a god, and each of them had a say.
The man in green clothes called Tang Zongzhu said: "Daozu must be a cave heaven strongman, and the human kings of Longmai Continent have all been defeated by him. He must be an extremely strong existence in the first cave heaven, or even the second cave heaven. My plan is to find a way to gather five first cave heaven strongmen and fight Daozu together. If we can't defeat him, everyone will retreat and give up Longmai Continent."
Tian Ren Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Five people in one cave heaven, this is not an easy task. In addition to you and me, we need to find three more. I can win over one, but what about the other two? The Chaozong of Longmai Continent can't get three people in one cave heaven."
Sect Master Tang said, "Since I have proposed such a plan, I am sure of it. But if you want to attract them, you must give up two-thirds of the dragon veins. Sect Master Tianren, agree first and defeat Daozu first. If you can't defeat him, the division of interests is empty talk."
Hearing this, Tianren Feng readily agreed. The masters of the two sects looked at each other, but in the end no one objected.
The pressure that Daozu put on them was too great!
…
Dajing, Yuzhou, seaside port.
A large number of workers were busy, the port was still under construction, and dozens of miles away, a large number of soldiers were training in the sea. Daoshen and Song Li stood on the beach, looking at each other side by side.
The Thief God asked, "How long will it take for this navy to take shape?"
Song Li pondered and said, "Ten years, I'm talking about an elite navy that can gain a foothold on the sea. If it's just for exploration, two or three years will be enough, but that's too dangerous. At present, Dajing is not in a hurry to explore the ocean, right?"
The thief thought it made sense and said, "Indeed, what Dajing needs is an elite force. You have performed well. I will record your contributions in the book and submit them to the emperor."
Song Li smiled and said, "Thank you, sir."
Although he is a god and his realm is higher than that of the God of Thieves, he must please the God of Thieves in order to climb up in the court of Dajing.
The God of Thieves asked some more questions and Song Li answered truthfully.
While chatting, Song Li suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked in one direction.
The thief god noticed the change in his expression, then turned his head and saw a figure walking towards him from the end of the sea level.
That’s right!
Come here!
Judging from the figure, it should be a person walking on the sea as if it were flat ground.
The thief frowned and asked, "Enemy?"
Song Li said, "It shouldn't be. I'll go and take a look. My Lord, please be careful."
After saying that, he leaped up and flew towards the sea level.
The thief god immediately took out a pen and paper, wrote a note and blew a whistle. An eagle fell from the sky. He immediately stuffed the note into the small tube on the eagle's claws. He patted the eagle's head, and the eagle flapped its wings and flew away, disappearing at the end of the forest in the blink of an eye.
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In the mountains and forests.
Jiang Changsheng was walking in the woods, and the Dao pattern between his eyebrows condensed and took shape, absorbing a large amount of soil and trees.
He was going to build his own Taoist world. He would first construct the soil and then transplant part of the Jade Bone Green Bamboo Forest into it. Because too much soil, plants, and spiritual energy were required, he had to leave Longqi Temple and come to the uninhabited mountains. He left a clone in the courtyard to facilitate the protection of the capital.
This area is the largest uninhabited mountainous area in Dajing. There are no human traces, only wild beasts and monsters, but these monsters are not strong.
While absorbing the soil, plants, and stones along the way, he spread out his spiritual thoughts to avoid being seen by anyone. Although there was no one around, he was still afraid that a master might suddenly break in.
As we moved forward, we found that the bottom layer of the Dao Realm was already covered with soil, and a large number of flowers, plants and trees were concentrated in one corner.
Half an hour later, Jiang Changsheng was finally satisfied. He walked thousands of miles to avoid destroying the ecology, but even so, everywhere he passed was still a mess.
He was about to leave when he suddenly stopped and the Taoist pattern between his brows disappeared.
He turned and walked in one direction.
After a while, he saw a temple in the woods. The trees in this area were tall, and it would be difficult to spot the temple if he flew over the woods.
Jiang Changsheng walked straight into the temple.
This temple is not big, more like a courtyard, with four houses and a hall.
He arrived in front of the hall and saw an old monk with his back to him, beating a wooden fish and chanting sutras.
Jiang Changsheng looked at the Buddha statue in front of him. The statue did not have a kind face, but more like an arhat who was subduing demons. It had angry eyes and a burly body. It held a bowl in its left hand and an axe in its right hand. It looked extremely weird.
"Donor, do you have any questions to be answered?"
The old monk turned his back to Jiang Changsheng and asked casually.
Jiang Changsheng said with a smile: "Does your little temple still receive pilgrims? But within a radius of 3,000 miles, there are hardly any people. How can anyone come to burn incense on weekdays?"
The reason why he was attracted to this place was because of the old monk's skills.
Qiankun Realm!
It is simply unbelievable that there is a master hidden in Dajing. If the former Mahayana Dragon Tower knew about this, wouldn’t it be scared to death?
Perhaps this person only came to Dajing in recent decades.
Nowadays, only the masters of Qiankun Realm and Dongtian Realm can attract Jiang Changsheng's attention. He just calculated that this guy's worth is equivalent to 15,000 incense points.
The old monk stopped beating the wooden fish, slowly stood up, and said, "So it's the Taoist master who has come. I'm sorry for being so rude."
He turned around, revealing a horrifying face. Half of his face was burned and his eyeballs were almost falling out. The other half looked very haggard, like a man in his sixties or seventies.
Jiang Changsheng was not frightened by the old monk's face because his spiritual sense had already detected it.
He asked calmly: "How do you know I am the Taoist Patriarch?"
The old monk replied: "Amitabha, Dajing is the dynasty of luck, but you don't have a trace of luck. Apart from the mysterious Taoist, I can't think of anyone else."
