The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True

At the time Xuanqing was practicing his divine power through closed-door cultivation.

More than eighty Taoist temples in Changling City that had relocated near the village in the small town all opened their gates at the same time.

Although there was no extensive publicity.

However, because of the popularity of this event two months ago, many netizens paid attention to it and took photos and shared them on their Friends Circle after the Taoist temples opened their gates.

Hekou Town.

The elder Daoist opened the door with the little Daoist.

“We are not on the mountain anymore, there will be many incense guests, you must treat them well, don’t neglect them, understand?”

“Right, you should go and worship and burn incense for the Three Pure Ancestors first, remember to be sincere…”

“You’re so naggy, Master, I understand!”

The teenager was in his rebellious phase, even if he was practicing Dao, he could not avoid it.

“Ah- Jingyang this child.”

The elder Daoist shook his head with a bitter smile.

In the main hall.

In front of the statue of the Three Pure Ones.

With nine incense sticks in hand, Little Daoist Jingyang knelt down reverently and performed the ritual of Nine Kowtows with a devout expression on his face.

Although he often complained that his master was naggy, he would always remember his master’s commands.

After paying his respects to the Three Pure Ancestors,

Jingyang was originally planning to leave, but his eyes were involuntarily drawn to the side, looking at the god tablet.

Compared with other god tablets, this Taiji Left Palace in charge of Immortal Officer Shangqing Destiny Signing Secretary Thunder City Supervisor God Tablet is indeed taller.

This was the main god of their Taoist Temple!

“Daoist priest, oh Daoist priest, I’ll worship you too since you’re so rich and generous-”

A smile appeared on Jingyang’s face.

This was because his master had bought him the long-awaited smartphone after receiving the monthly allowance last time.

Afterward,

He took out three incense sticks, lit them up, and approached the god tablet, kneeling down on the cushion.

In an instant.

His heart was calm and focused.

Jingyang felt as if he was in Fairyland, with a refreshing feeling amidst the misty celestial qi everywhere.

“What..What’s going on?”

Having practiced Dao since childhood, he quickly woke up from this focused state, looking like he had seen a ghost and suddenly retreated.

“Master…Oh my God-”

“Master!”

“You…Master…come and see…”

At this moment,

The elder Daoist was about to open the door to receive the incense guests when he saw Jingyang looking like he’d seen a ghost.

“What are you doing? We’re about to open for guests, and you’re panicking. Do you want to kill your master?”

“No, Master, you’ll know once you come with me.”

Jingyang looked anxious, pulling his master’s clothes and walking towards the main hall.

Entering the main hall,

The elder Daoist looked around in confusion.

He thought his disciple had accidentally caused some trouble, but after coming in, he found that nothing had happened.

“Master, come to the god tablet!”

“What are you being so secretive for? What’s going on?”

Helplessly, the elder Daoist came to the god tablet, looking left and right without realizing what was going on. Just when he was about to inquire, “Master, kneel down!”

???

Kneel down?

The elder Daoist was dumbfounded.

How on earth could Jingyang make his eighty-year-old Daoist master kneel down? Was he rebellious?

“Rebel…”

“No, Master, 1 mean, you should try kneeling on the cushion in front of the God tablet. Really, just trust me.”

Seeing his master’s face turn red and on the verge of erupting.

Jingyang quickly realized and hurriedly explained.

“Kneel on the cushion?”

The elder Daoist was taken aback and glared at his disciple irritably, but seeing his determination, he decided to go ahead and listen.

Kneeling before the cushion.

In an instant.

An indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

As if standing on the summit of a high mountain, looking down at the bustling world beneath him, the Taoist scriptures he had recited for so many years flashed through his mind like a series of quick glimpses.

He had an epiphany.

The lifetime of profound cultivation in the mountains manifested under the effects of the Serenity Jade Talisman and Soul-calming Jade Talisman, erupting out of the elder Daoist.

Serene!

In the end, all the deep and mysterious teachings in his mind turned into the word “serene”.

“Huh-”

The elder Daoist stood up, his turbid eyes becoming much clearer, and the energy around his body changing. He felt a sense of harmony with Heaven and Earth Nature.

Of course.

After all, this is the Blue Star without spiritual Qi. Even if he had an epiphany, it would mostly just be a mental change, making the elder Daoist’s mind more pure and his understanding of things more transparent.

“Jingyang, our Taoist temple’s main god is indeed divine!” The elder Daoist exclaimed.

“Master, is it haunted?”

Jingyang shrank his neck and said weakly.

Hearing this.

If it were the elder Daoist before the epiphany, he would undoubtedly be infuriated by his disciple’s words.

But at this moment, the elder Daoist simply shook his head faintly and explained, “Never say such things again.”

“Jingyang, remember, when offering incense and praying, first offer to the main god. Understand?”

“All- But… All right, 1 understand.”

Little Taoist Jingyang wanted to argue subconsciously, but facing his master’s calm eyes, he dared not continue and obediently complied.

“Open the door and welcome the guests!”

“Yes, Master!”

What happened at Hekou Town Taoist Temple was not an exception.

Audiences from over eighty relocated Taoist temples also discovered the miraculous aspects of the temple. They all felt as if they underwent a baptism simply by kneeling before the god tablet.

Such a miraculous situation astonished all the audiences, and they all asked their old friends if their respective temples were also like this.

In the end.

The audiences had a vague guess in their hearts that perhaps a true god would emerge from their Taoist door.

Time slowly passed.

In a blink of an eye,

More than ten days passed.

At the back mountain of Qingping Mountain.

Xuanqing held a handful of beans in his hand, muttering words.

“Turn the beans into soldiers!”

Whoosh-

The beans were flung out, and they began to grow rapidly in mid-air, eventually turning into statues of Yellow Turban Warriors with yellow soil color.

These Yellow Turban Warriors had empty eyes and stiff movements, but they possessed great strength, perfect for charging into battle and performing labor-intensive tasks.

“Scatter!”

Plop-

Accompanied by a command to scatter, these bean-transformed Yellow Turban Warriors turned back into beans.

“Finally, I’ve mastered this last skill of turning beans into soldiers at a small level!” Xuanqing’s eyes were filled with complex emotions, unable to suppress his mixed feelings.

The Thirty-Six Heavenly Arts, even in the Journey to the West World, were considered very advanced divine powers. Their difficulty in cultivation was much higher than the Seventy-two Transformations.

“Ingots are running out; it’s been more than ten days since we opened for business. I wonder how much incense those Taoist temples have accumulated.. Huai Qingyun should go for a harvest!”