Chapter 88: The Instrument of Carrying the Way After defeating the ill intentions of the various hilltops, Wu Yong returned to the small bamboo peak covered with green bamboos. He did not notify the Taoists to come and clean up, but just did it himself, clearing the small peak one by one and pulling out the wildly growing bamboos bit by bit. Wu Yong plucked out hundreds of thousands of green bamboos on the peak one by one, leaving only a small patch of scattered green bamboo forest around the peak. He also carefully took care of the eight or nine golden bamboo shoots on the peak that penetrated into the clouds, and set up cloud-purifying and spirit-gathering formations. It can be considered a quiet place! At this time, Wu Yong was at the foot of Xiaozhu Peak, separating the skin of the green bamboo and mixing it into strips. He selected 84,000 young bamboos, and made silk from the strips. He then used cinnabar to refine mercury, and the mercury turned back into sand, and the sand was refined into mercury again. After nine turns, he took gold and stone, mixed them with clouds, and used cinnabar and mercury to refine the bamboo silk, making it green with less white, and white with a hint of red. This is called golden bamboo silk! After collecting 180,000 bamboo threads, they were interwoven inside and out, one strand of gold, one thread of green bamboo, to make this nine-section bamboo staff! This staff is shoulder-high, blue-gold in color, and divided into nine sections, with a bamboo joint growing horizontally on each section, similar to ordinary green bamboo. Wu Yong just stretched out his hand and grasped it, and felt that it weighed a thousand pounds. This staff was made by mixing the dan mercury from the Dantian blessed land with eighty-four thousand raw bamboos. It looked like gold but not gold, and like bamboo but not bamboo, to form this wonderful instrument. Holding the nine-section bamboo staff, he gently activated the magic power in his body, and suddenly many strange images appeared on the staff. Purple clouds, big sun, earth fire, strong winds, thunder, and various totem images of stars flashed lightly on the staff. Then he saw a branch growing horizontally on the top of the bamboo staff, which was a return to its original state and a new branch as long as a finger had grown. Wu Yong then sighed slightly, the Taoist weapon was created by nature! He picked up the nine-section bamboo staff with his right hand, without the need to form a seal, fire talismans, thunder talismans and yellow talismans appeared in the void, thunder and lightning exploded in the void, and then the yellow talisman produced a sweet rain, which soothed the dryness. Then he picked up the bamboo stick and tapped the ground lightly. Countless black hairs immediately shot out from the surrounding ground, turning the entire space into a hell of stabbing knives. "I seem to feel that there are nine? Eleven? Endless Dao Marks derived."
Some of the instruments that carry the message are often used as weapons, while others are often used as ceremonial vessels! Such as the legendary shoulder pole, Ruyi, and Qingping sword. It’s not a magic weapon or a spiritual treasure, it’s a tool! Treasures are used to protect the Dao, and instruments are used to carry the Dao. Magical weapons are only used for fighting, but instruments that carry the Dao can cover all the Dao's magical powers, which can not only enhance fighting skills, but also help practice. However, obtaining a Taoist instrument is no less difficult than asking for the Tao. Throughout history, how many people have been able to become instruments of the Tao? "I am just repeating what others have said. The true teachings are all there is to it. It is better to use the immortals of that era as examples than the current practice system that is just a copycat!" After a slight sigh, Wu Yong collected the countless green bamboos piled on the ground into a mustard seed bag. This mangosteen has a strange appearance. It is formed by the essence of cloud and dew from the golden bamboo on the top of the mountain. It can be called a spiritual bamboo. With such a large number of them, one only needs to find a dragon bone and some precious materials to refine it into a treasure ship. The Wu family does not have a large treasure ship, but perhaps they can use this to build a small bamboo building for listening to the wind. It must be treasured! Outside the mountains. Seeing Wu Yong finished tinkering with the sacred mountain and walked out, a bloody shadow fell. "The Yin centipede is leading that pile of skeletons to make a ritual weapon, and the evil spirit is overwhelming." The Blood God Son landed beside Wu Yong and followed him slowly, seemingly feeling resentful towards Yin Erlang. "Can't wait?" Wu Yong tilted his head and looked at the Blood God Son with a smile. "Then go ahead! Just remember to come back before the sacrifice. Um. Do you need someone to help you?" "That's not necessary. No one in this wilderness can stop me. But, if I leave, can Zongzi handle it?" The Blood God Son was still a little hesitant. If he goes to the Yuntu Wilderness to take the essence of all spirits, it will definitely cause a huge commotion, and then I'm afraid those people will find Wu Yong! The Blood Sea Path was once defeated and turned into a demonic path. To take the essence and blood of all spirits is to slaughter all monsters. If Wu Yong had not given permission, he would probably be stuck by the laws of Taoism for the rest of his life, and there would be no progress in the Blood Sea Path. But Wu Yong understood him, and he could tolerate him, as if there was no debate between good and evil in Wu Yong's heart. He specialized in the ancient immortal way, but he did not mind his sorcerers and Taoists using unorthodox methods. as if. It seems that Wu Yong is not a native of Kyushu. He has a perspective that is independent of black and white.
The Blood God Son didn't want to cause him too much trouble! Otherwise, or not. "Hahahaha, just go ahead. I'm now stronger than you and Yin Erlang combined!" "In Jiuzhou, you have received the Dao Court's decree that you cannot practice even one of the forbidden methods of the Blood Sea Dao. This is the ownerless wasteland, and I'm afraid it is your only chance." "Just don't say you are a Taoist from Jiuzhou when you commit murder. Just say you are a treasure hunter from the Chaos Sea!" Wu Yong waved his hand, turned his back to Blood God Son, and let him do it. Anyway, there are countless monsters in the Western Wilderness with abundant blood and essence, and they are also the natural enemies of human beings. If we let the Blood God cause a fight, there may be surprises. After all, his current means is only a river of blood, which is indeed a bit simple! Shaking his head, Wu Yong allowed the Blood God Son to practice the Blood Sea Magic Scripture. Wu Yong had always been quite indulgent towards his own people. He was thinking that the cinnabar he brought from Jiuzhou was already running low. The cinnabar mercury and gold mercury were the foundation of the external elixir, so he had to explore this piece of cloudy land to see if there were any cinnabar veins. Before we even reached Scorpion Tail Peak, trouble had already knocked on our door. "Master Zong! Taoist Xuan is back, but he was accompanied by several strange Taoists. From what the waiter saw, they seemed to be in discord." A Taoist came over in a hurry. Wu Yong's eyes widened. He was practicing the alchemy, and two old monsters blocked his way as soon as he came out. He had just finished refining the Taoist weapon, and now there was another Taoist coming? "I know!" After Wu Yong dismissed the Taoist priest, he disappeared from the spot in a flash and reached the top of the mountain in a flash. As soon as he stepped onto the palace complex, he saw a hundred yellow-robed Taoist soldiers lined up in neat rows. These hundred people were roughly divided into four groups. The twelve people that Wu Yong had trained for more than a year were finally no longer alone! Almost all of these Taoist soldiers were familiar faces. They were all pioneers who had appeared in Qingmei Mountain and Hyena Plain. They were all young and strong, and there were even three half-demons among them! A deer half-demon with a pair of deer legs and forked antlers on his forehead. A tiger half-demon with a broad back and strong arms, his Taoist robe bulging high. A sheep half-demon with a pair of argali horns on his head and a pair of sheep hooves under his feet. When everyone saw Wu Yong, they all felt that he looked very familiar, but they did not dare to confirm it. Only Chen Qun and Wu Zhuo recognized him at a glance and immediately bowed to him. "master!" Although the changes in Wu Yong's figure and hair and eyebrows are incredible, who can't recognize this Huangtian Taoist robe? "Yes, this camp has taken shape. You must take good care of the newcomers in the future!" Wu Yong patted the two men on the shoulders to show encouragement, and then went straight into the main hall. I saw that the seats in the hall were full of people. A quick glance showed that there were six Taoists, three of whom had just established their foundation, and three of them were obviously experienced sorcerers! As soon as she entered the room, Wu Xuan recognized Wu Yong at a glance. "Wu Yong? Did something go wrong with your practice? Why is the gold element so strong in your body?" Wu Yong just rolled his eyes. This woman was too heartless. If he really had problems with his practice, wouldn't she shouting it out loudly put those Taoists who came to cause trouble to ease their minds? "What do you say? Would I still be standing here if something went wrong?" Although he had some complaints in his heart, Wu Yong still liked this general very much. If he could be trained well, he would definitely become a third-level figure. She stopped her jokes, looked at the Taoists, and asked: "Who are these?" Immediately, one of the six Taoists, an old Taoist in a green robe, stood up, bowed with both hands and said: "I am Yunmeng Jingyao, Tian is the steward of Donghuang, and the five people next to me are the disciples of the Yunzhong Taoist sect and Danfeng Zhenren."
"We are here on behalf of Master Jingyu from our clan to help the Wu family. We will send ten more sorcerers and two hundred Taoists to expand several more cities in the Eastern Wasteland." Wu Yong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and turned to look at Wu Xuan. "No need to look, they are most likely here to take advantage of me. When they came, I had already instructed Cang Songzi and a few others, and also gave instructions to Manager Yan." "We will not allow their team to cross Dafengling even a single step!" Wu Xuan smiled coldly and criticized the old Taoist in front of him. The old Taoist's face turned pale, and the five Taoists from Yunzhong who were sitting next to him didn't know what to do! Sending people directly into the Great Wilderness, and settling on the fact that they were sending people to support, the so-called expansion of the city for the Eastern Wilderness was nothing more than coming to occupy the Spiritual Peak. "No need to send anyone, this place has been handled." "According to the promise made by Daojun Jingxiao to the eleven families, these five thousand miles of land will belong to my Wu family from now on. There is no need for Donghuang to expand the city!" Wu Yong shook his hand gently, rejecting the old Taoist's so-called reinforcements. There are many spiritual fruits and old medicines on Qingmei Mountain, which can be regarded as a medicine garden. Dafengling is home to seven plant spirits. Although there are few medicines, there is no shortage of spiritual trees, and the spiritual path is the most precious! There are small demon mountains all over the west of Dafengling, and there are no shortage of mineral veins and natural medicine fields. There is no room for them to reach out. "No, without the order of the governor, this piece of land..." The old Taoist's face turned pale, and he wanted to move the governor out. "But we are now the followers of Daojun Jingxiao. I'm afraid we can't listen to the governor!" Wu Yong interrupted the old Taoist impatiently. He brought up the conflicts between Taoist Jing Xiao and the governor, which almost made the old Taoist's brain pump. For a moment, he really didn't know how to refute. "Friend Wudao, be well!" "I am a Taoist monk in the Clouds, and I and my fellow disciples want to ask you for a few sacred peaks. You know, Taoists, we are the Clouds Taoists." A middle-aged Taoist priest in Yunzhongdao stood up and bowed, then began to explain his purpose to Wu Yong and explained the cause and effect one by one. Is there such a weird method? Wu Yong suddenly felt a little strange, but after thinking about it carefully, this method was feasible. The combination of the way of refining the spirit and the way of earthly immortality could be regarded as a very unique immortal school! But as for Lingfeng's words, he couldn't borrow them at this moment, so he politely refused: "The big demon king of Sansheng Mountain just made trouble here a few days ago, and we only managed to force them to retreat with the help of the formation." "It's really not peaceful here. Let's wait for the Northern and Central Wastelands to advance to the front line before we talk about anything else!" (End of this chapter)