I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 69 The Leaf of Jianmu
Thousands of miles of dry mountains.

This is a dangerous place in the southern region that is rarely visited by people. It is thousands of miles away and has countless rolling mountains. There is no green color in the mountains and fields. They are all gray. Everywhere is dead and deserted. Not even a single weed can be seen.

Fu Jin had never thought that the supreme power who made plants and trees his home, ate flowers to satisfy his hunger, and was never far from plants would live in such a place.

"A long time ago, this place was a peaceful and natural pure land, and a holy place was created and established here." Nangong Zheng accepted Fu Jin as his disciple, and soon entered the role of master, and he started to talk more.

"But one night, the entire holy land, as well as tens of thousands of elders and disciples, all disappeared, and even many of the Immortal Mansion buildings in the gate were completely missing.

"Some people say that a supreme being took action and wiped out this holy place. Others say that this holy place ascended to the immortal world through its teachings."

Fujin listened quietly to this old-fashioned story.

From the age of mythology, there were emperors in the ancient times, there were emperors in the ancient times, and to the present day, there have been countless powerful people who have reached the peak of their power. Almost every once in a while, you can hear similar stories.

Nangong Zheng didn't seem to believe much of this rumor. He just used it as a gimmick. After seeing the depressed disciple listening to his words, he smiled and said:

“I was attracted by this story when I was young, and with the idea of ​​having a chance at immortality, I came here to explore and search for the treasures left behind in the holy land.

"Who would have thought that instead of being hit by Xian Yuan, he was almost swallowed by an old monster that lives here."

Nangong is telling the embarrassing story of his youth.

"Although I encountered a great disaster, misfortune lies on the back of blessing, and blessing lies on the back of misfortune. As a result, I activated the sea of ​​suffering and embarked on the path of spiritual practice."

This story is somewhat similar to the plot of Fu Jin and others taking the Nine Dragon Coffin to Beidou, but the dangers between the two are not at the same level.

"When I later became a powerful person and came here to look back on the past, I discovered some things left behind by my predecessors."

Nangong was walking unhurriedly, walking through the barren mountains and ridges in a splendid light. When he came around an inconspicuous mountain cliff, he brought the ups and downs and turned into a rainbow light, shooting towards a half-man tall cave under the cliff. And go.

The vision goes dark and bright.

After the rainbow light landed, Fu Jin realized that he had arrived in another brand new world.

He stood on a green cliff surrounded by ivy, and before his eyes was a natural picture that was both beautiful and majestic.

The mountains are clear and the water is beautiful, the sunlight is shining, the ancient trees are towering, flowers and grasses are blooming everywhere, cranes are flapping their wings and white deer are running around, creating a vibrant scene where all things are blooming.

"Sages' small world?" Fu Jin was surprised and quickly made a guess.

"Not bad." Nangong nodded and said:

"Withered mountains and green cliffs, this is my cave, and it is also your temporary place of cultivation."

temporary?Fu Jin noticed the wording.

"Follow me first. Although I have made an inference, I still need to further determine your physical condition so that I can prescribe the right medicine."

Nangong was heading towards a giant tree of [-] feet that towered into the sky not far away, and Fu Jin followed with his rainbow light.

As he got closer, he saw that there were many huge tree houses with ancient styles and rough patterns built on the branches of the giant trees.

A strong life essence was emitted, but Fu Jin was keenly aware of the decay and death energy hidden under the vitality.

This old tree is dead.

Fu Jin felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. He was a little confused and followed Nangong Zheng to a blue hall made entirely of ancient wood.

Taking a step forward, an ancient atmosphere spread across the floor, and Fu Jin seemed to have traveled through countless years in an instant and arrived at the world a long time ago.

Buzz buzz.Ever since Nangong Zheng appeared, the remnant monument of Fuxi, which had been silent, was shaking slightly, and he didn't know what he felt.

"Come here!" Nangong was standing deep in the hall, in front of a high platform made of gray mud like an altar, exuding a wild atmosphere.

What is enshrined on the altar is not a statue of a god or a saint, nor is it the nature of heaven and earth, but a huge withered yellow leaf.

The moment he saw the leaves, Fujin vaguely heard the prayers and condolences of countless people, reaching his ears across endless time and space.

This voice has a weird accent, but it conforms to the rhythm of heaven and earth, as if it communicates the origin of heaven and earth. In the end, it sounds like a dragon's roar.

"Dragon chant?" Fu Jin looked shocked.

Although the tone is different, it is indeed very similar to Long Yin Daohe.

Just as he was approaching the high platform, Nangong was waving a divine light towards the leaf that was as big as a door.

On the withered yellow leaves, greenness began to flow.

At this moment, Fu Jin saw from the leaves the floating auspicious clouds, the wandering haze, the bright light of the sun and the moon, the nine-sky galaxy, the shadow of the heavenly Taoist, the feathered flying immortal, and many other images, and finally the vastness that encompasses all things and nature. blue sky.

Rumble.

The blood in the body was stimulated in some way, and it surged and washed through the limbs and bones, and the sound of rushing water could be heard outside the body.

And above the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the devouring power that had not been seen for a long time came again.

Fu Jin's complexion changed drastically.

Just as the devouring power reappeared, under his gaze, on the huge withered yellow leaf, the greenness flowing on the edge and along the stem instantly covered the entire leaf, dripping green and full of vitality.

Nangong Zheng, who was watching this scene quietly from the side, was calm and smiling.

"Good, good, good."

Three words "good" in a row are enough to express Nangong Zheng's mood.

By now, he was very sure that the young man in front of him had the kind of physique recorded in the ancient books, and was also the most suitable successor to inherit his tradition.

The withered yellow leaves, like the ancient trees outside, had been dead for a long time. After barely emitting a ray of light, they fell silent and rolled up slightly, as if all the moisture and vitality had been exhausted, with cracks appearing.

All the strange phenomena in Fu Jin's body also disappeared, but he still looked thoughtful and full of doubts.

"It can rejuvenate the dried leaves of Jianmu. It is indeed a form of immortality." Nangong Zheng said the origin of the leaves.

build wood.

Whether on the other side of the starry sky or in this world, there are countless legends about "Jianmu".

In ancient books, this is a sacred tree worshiped by ancient ancestors. It is located in the center of heaven and earth and serves as a bridge between heaven, earth, humans and immortals.

The closest legend about Jianmu to this era is undoubtedly the earth where Fu Jin grew up, the Fuxi era when the first of the three emperors and the first of a hundred kings.

He even suspected that the Jianmu Sacred Tree was the elixir of immortality that followed Emperor Fuxi.

Fu Jin remained silent.

Nangong Zheng was in a good mood at this time. He looked at the handsome young man in front of him and asked:
"Have you ever heard of the legend of the Bronze Immortal Palace?"

(End of this chapter)