Qiongying transformed into a cloud, stepped on the clouds and flew into the sky, her figure was hidden in the clouds, and followed King Lu's team towards Mount Laoshan.

Only ten miles out of the city, suddenly I heard a melodious song coming from the clouds in the distance.

"If you get drunk and break off one or two broken plum blossoms, you might as well have the peach and plum blossoms come into their own."

"In this land where the ice and snow have always been frozen, who is it that brings spring back to life?"

Qiongying heard the sound and went away, only to see a woman in purple clothes and white sitting in the clouds, her hair tied up with a crystal crown, cooking wine in a small stove.

That man was also flying towards Laoshan. If he noticed something, he turned around and smiled sweetly: "Is this fellow Taoist also going to Laoshan?"

"Exactly." Qiongying stepped forward and gave her name.

"I am Zhuge Yue, named Xueting. I have met Miss Qiongying."

The man stood up, saluted, and said with a smile, "As soon as I met the girl, I felt a little familiar, as if I had seen her in a dream. She was very amiable. If you don't mind, why not go to Laoshan for a banquet with us?"

Qiong Ying said indifferently: "Do people who are successful in spiritual practice also dream?"

"Every day I think about it, and every night I dream about it. Not to mention practitioners, gods and immortals are not exempt from the secular world."

Zhuge Yueyan smiled at Yan Yan and said, "When I was a child, I read poetry and loved plum blossoms. Unfortunately, the grass and trees were merciless. Being friends with plum blossoms alone would make me feel lonely. So I traveled around the mountains and rivers, hoping to find a friend who was as majestic as a plum blossom..."

When she said this, she lowered her eyes shyly, raised her glass, and took a sip.

Only then did Qiong Ying see that her cheeks were slightly red and her temples were sweaty. It turned out that she was already a little drunk before they met. No wonder her behavior was a little frivolous and reckless. The song she sang just now was also improvised while lying in the clouds while drunk.

"Thanks to me, if I had been replaced by someone with malicious intentions, such a good girl would probably suffer some losses today."

Qiongying thought to herself that she was not so alienated anymore. After sitting down, she took the wine glass and shook it, condensing a glass of ice-cold cloud dew, and asked Zhuge Yue to taste it.

Zhuge Yue didn't even notice. He reached out to take it and poured a whole cup into his mouth. His eyes suddenly lit up, his drunkenness subsided a little, he sat up straight, pursed his lips, coughed lightly, and said, "I'll make my fellow Taoist laugh."

Qiongying saw that she behaved calmly and generously, and loved her frankness. She smiled and said, "I also want to thank Miss Zhuge for the praise."

Zhuge Yue hurriedly said: "Although I am drunk, I am speechless, but what I say is true."

The two of them walked together, and before they knew it, they referred to each other as "Yue'er" and "Sister".

However, Qiongying soon discovered that the beautiful girl in front of her was not the reckless, straightforward, naive and deceitful person she had thought before.

She has a wide network of contacts. The closer she gets to Mount Laoshan, the easier it is for practitioners who are attending the banquet to notice other guests.

In just a few moments, six or seven groups of people had already greeted Zhuge Yue.

Among those people, there were swordsmen with a cold temperament, some gloomy old men with mutilated limbs, and some arrogant sects who traveled together.

Their personalities and backgrounds are obviously very different, but they are all able to greet Zhuge Yue in a friendly manner.

Zhuge Yue noticed Qiong Ying's gaze, quietly moved closer, and said softly: "Sister, don't think I'm young, but the physiognomy of our Youfang Zhuge lineage is very good, so I know many warm-hearted seniors and comrades."

"Hahaha, I can testify to this."

A big red cassock flew in the air, carrying two monks.

An old man was in disgrace, with wrinkles all over his skin and only a few teeth left, but his earlobes were wide and full of energy. He had rosary beads wrapped around his hands and was sitting cross-legged.

Standing next to him was a young novice monk, dressed in white, with a whisk in the crook of his elbow. He was handsome and cute.

"The old man is very energetic. It seems that you are quite satisfied with the apprentice I found for you."

Zhuge Yue said hello and then said to Qiong Ying, "This is Zen Master Lingyou, the abbot of Jinshan Temple, and the one next to him is his young disciple Fahai."

Zen Master Lingyou looked at Qiongying with a look of surprise in his eyes. After greeting each other, he said: "I should thank the Zhuge family again for Jinshan Temple. Fahai is talented and intelligent, and his Buddhist magical powers can be revealed at a glance. I am afraid that in his weak years,

You will be able to catch up with me in cultivation."

"If Jinshan Temple can have such a successor, I can feel at ease when I pass away."

Fahai also stepped forward and bowed to salute and thank Zhuge Yue. Every move he made was orderly and orderly, just like a little grown-up.

Zhuge Yue looked at him, but frowned slightly: "If you only know the clear rules and precepts, it will be beneficial to practice Buddhism and magical powers, but I'm afraid that distracting thoughts will cause disasters in the future, and they will backfire in one fell swoop, and you will be in big trouble."

Speaking of this matter, Zen Master Lingyou also had a sad face: "I don't have much time left, so I have to do my best."

While everyone was chatting, they flew to the territory of the Laoshan sect, lowered their clouds, and passed between the two portal-shaped peaks at the border of Laoshan.

Dozens of peaks of the Laoshan sect were decorated with lights and colorful decorations today, and there were not only distinguished guests flying in the clouds, Taoist priests riding the wind, but also many handymen and caravans, mules and horses outside the mountain.

Although the Laoshan sect is a major cultivating sect, those who are truly successful in cultivating are already at the level of deacons and elders.

The vast majority of disciples still fall in love with delicacies cooked by ordinary people. Even the elders of Laoshan also admire some dry goods from other places and the skills of chefs.

So today's banquet is really lively, and people from around Laoshan will come to the banquet one after another.

Many practitioners who came to celebrate their birthdays arrived at the main peak and were later led to the eighty-one-table banquet at the summit square.

Naturally, congratulatory gifts are given to the Laoshan disciples, but here there is no rule of roll call according to the gift list. No matter what is given, the Laoshan disciples will treat it equally and receive it.

Zhuge Yue, Qiong Ying and the masters and apprentices of Jinshan Temple were placed at the same table.

There are also several Qi practitioners from the Kunlun Sect sitting at this table. The elder among them is Taoist Master Suihan. He seems to have had a long-standing friendship with Zen Master Lingyou and is also familiar with Zhuge Yue.

Qiong Ying discovered some problems just by listening to their chat.

Practitioners in this world are also divided into Qi refiners and loose immortals. In the loose immortal realm, one should be able to live a long life, but there is a saying of nine deaths.

This means that even if one has cultivated to the realm of Sanxian, there is still decay in the body. Ordinary people and those who are new to Sanxian will experience a death disaster if they live to be a hundred years old.

Ordinary people will naturally die and turn into ghosts. The bodies of loose immortals will also dry up and their souls will turn into ghosts. If you don't want to become evil ghosts, you must do your best to cast spells, set up formations, refine elixirs, and use weapons.

Use magic power to restore yourself to Yang.

Even if the first calamity of death is passed, every thirty-three years thereafter, the energy of decay within the form and spirit suddenly becomes strong, and another calamity of death will come.

Legend has it that a Sanxian master who has survived eight death tribulations speculates that if he can survive the ninth death tribulation, he can completely fight against the decay of heaven and earth and ensure his immortality.

But that expert himself couldn't make it, so since ancient times, there has been no immortal person in the world who can truly avoid being troubled by the calamity of death.

Qiongying inquired about the cultivation levels of Zen Master Lingyou, Taoist Suihan and others, and made an estimate of what the world calls the realm of Sanxian.

The Sanxian who can withstand the fifth death calamity is basically equivalent to the realm of the treasure bones of the Water Margin world, that is, it has entered the five-star level mentioned by the big boss.

How could a person of this level, in a normal environment, only live a few hundred years before falling into a state of physical and spiritual decay?

You must know that even the way of gold and stone in the Water Margin world has such big drawbacks, and the flying and burying of those people, it is just an alternative way of cultivation, and it has not really fallen into a state of decay.

Zhao Kuangyin, who was poisoned and flew into the sky, has been floating in the sky for more than a hundred years. As long as he has a chance to be awakened, he can still explode with amazing strength.

The nine-death calamity in this world even has a fixed time limit between each outbreak, which is strange no matter how you hear it.

And there are even stranger ones.

Those ghosts and monsters whose cultivation level is far inferior to that of Sanxian masters can easily live for hundreds of years. As long as they don't go crazy while practicing and don't get hacked to death, they will basically be free from any disaster.

Qiongying was pondering the news and was determined to continue asking more questions, when a Sanqing bell rang in the Laoshan Sect's main hall.

The Dharma music is melodious and the Taoist music is exquisite.

The leader of the Laoshan Sect stepped out from the hall, wearing a blue robe and white hair, and walking steadily.

After knowing the status of practitioners in this world, Qiongying had a deeper understanding of the Laoshan Sect's status in this world.

Apart from anything else, just being a master who has withstood seven disasters of death and celebrated his 300th birthday is a symbol of strength.

Qiong Ying estimated that the foundation of this head coach was probably slightly better than his own, and he was already close to the peak of five-star level.

'But Uncle Wu is still a little inferior. I just don't know if he has any powerful magic weapons. Those who practice immortality, magic weapons, and magic circle methods often have a lot of bonuses...'

After Master Laoshan came out, he announced that the birthday banquet could begin, and then waved his fly whisk to the sky.

In an instant, Qiongying had a feeling of things changing and stars moving, and the sky and the earth getting dark.

She dazzled for a moment and suddenly became alert, only to find that she was still sitting on the banquet, the scenery around her had not changed much, and everyone was still sitting peacefully.

wrong!

Although nothing has changed on the main peak of Mount Laoshan, the guests are still there and the buildings still look the same.

But if you look from a distance, the layout on other peaks of Mount Laoshan is obviously different from before. There are many fewer people wearing the costumes of Laoshan disciples on duty everywhere. Instead, there are some strong and muscular people, all of whom are nearly ten feet tall.

The tall golden armored warrior.

If you look further and beyond the boundaries of Mount Laoshan, you can see that the terrain beyond the peaks of Mount Laoshan is obviously different from when you came here.

There is no longer the city of King Lu, and instead there are many smaller towns, but the total number of people may be much larger than that of King Lu's fiefdom.

The sky here is very dark, without any brilliance, and the ground, mountains and rocks are also dark.

"Sister Ying, haven't you ever participated in these famous banquets before?"

Zhuge Yue gently tugged on Qiong Ying's sleeve and whispered, "Don't be so nervous. It's just a convention for famous families to have a big banquet."

"Just now, the headmaster of Laoshan used the mountain gate formation to change our place. This is no longer the Laoshan in the world of the world, but the Laoshan in the underworld."

Qiongying was a little surprised: "Underworld?"

"Yes, the landforms of the underworld and the yang world are very different, but there are also some special places whose influence runs through both the yin and yang realms, making the topography of local areas extremely similar."

Zhuge Yue said, "Taishan, Laoshan, Kunlun, Jinshan, Songshan and other famous mountains and historic sites are all like this."

"In ancient legends, it is said that there is the underworld under these famous mountains. It is the place where people go after death. It is the kingdom of ghosts. This is what it means."

Qiongying was still a little confused: "Then why did you take us to the underworld during this kind of birthday party?"

"The lifespan of a Taoist monk is much longer than that of ordinary people. It is worthy of joy. There are so many taboos."

Zhuge Yue explained carefully, "This is a conventional rule. Regardless of whether it is a birthday banquet or not, even if it is a happy wedding ceremony, a full moon of offspring, a succession ceremony, etc., practitioners will be invited to the underworld for a formal banquet."

"Because the underworld is wider than the underworld, after death, if there is no special reason, all living beings will return to the underworld and live there."

"If there are no accidents, their life span will generally be more than a hundred years. Even without cultivation, they may live to one hundred and fifty years before their ghost bodies dissipate, their memories disappear completely, and they merge into the underworld."

"So the situation in the underworld is much more chaotic than that in the Yang world. There are too many ghosts, and ghosts are fighting with each other everywhere. Often there are only the underworlds of each faction, which collect the Yin soul Taoist soldiers, arrange formations, maintain order, and make the surrounding areas
To be continued...