The world of cultivation, outside the Moon Palace.
The mountain is eight thousand feet high, with cold wind and snow on the mountain, and Guanghan Mountain stands in the sky.
Hundreds of years have passed since the incident at the Demon Abyss. Generations of golden elixirs have been replaced by new ones, dynasties have come and gone and the world has changed, but Guanghan is the only thing that is far away and untouchable.
The white jade palace is half hidden in the clouds, and its colors are dazzling, which is the best in the world. Every year, countless mortals and monks come here to admire it, but few people can climb up to Guanghan Palace. Basically, only those in the Nascent Soul stage can enter the longed-for Moon Palace by taking advantage of the Guanghan Banquet.
On the mountain there is a spiritual practice market based on the Moon Palace, where people from all over the world gather, even some mortals who are looking for immortals.
Although immortals and mortals are separated, cultivators will not go to the mortal world unless there is something wrong, but Shangqing Palace does not have any restrictions on mortals. Mortals can enter and leave the cultivation world at will, as long as they are not afraid of death.
A teahouse, with two floors in a well-shaped pattern, a table and four benches, most of the people who stayed there were monks passing by, immortals and mortals. Their basic cultivation was not high, and they had not yet reached the level of Bigu.
The shopkeeper sat at the counter, his chin supported by his hand, his eyes slightly closed and dozing off.
Suddenly a shadow pressed forward. The shopkeeper opened his eyes with a sense of something and looked up to see an unkempt old man with white hair.
He was dressed in tattered, coarse linen clothes, had a thin body, his eyes were covered with a piece of cloth, and in his arms he held an old, broken sword, and it was impossible to tell his skill level. He looked like an ordinary blind old man.
The shopkeeper perked up and said, "Sir, would you like to have a snack or some tea?"
"Any wine?"
The old man's voice was hoarse, as if sand was stuck and rubbing against his throat.
"Yes, we have spiritual wine and the best girl's red wine. What do you want?"
"I don't have any spirit stones, nor do I have any yellow or white things. Can you take a sip of wine from this?"
A worn and yellowed book was placed on the counter, with four words written on the cover: "Selected Knife Techniques"
Seeing this, the shopkeeper's smile faded a lot, but he didn't give the old man a cold shoulder and said, "Sir, this is not a pawnshop, and I don't have that kind of steadfast eyesight. If you don't mind, I can give you a jar of girl's red wine."
It was obvious that this was some fake martial arts technique that came from nowhere, but his way of dealing with people was not to offend anyone, so a jar of girl's red wine was nothing to him.
Everyone who comes is a guest, and you will never offend them if you greet them with a smile.
"good."
The blind old man nodded very straightforwardly, and then found a corner to sit down. After a while, the waiter brought a jar of daughter's red wine and a small plate of fennel beans.
There were quite a few people in the teahouse, with dozens of tables on two floors and a storyteller telling stories in the middle.
The gentleman is probably middle-aged, and his cultivation level is only at the level of Qi Refining, which makes him look rather poor. He cannot be considered an immortal, but just a person trying to make a living.
".The immortal suppressed the Demonic Abyss, covered the sky with one hand, and blocked all the demons alone. Those who wish to leave the Demonic Abyss and ascend to heaven will come forward to restore peace to the world!"
This story has been passed down for hundreds of years, and even the children on the street can recite it by heart, and they have long lost interest in it. The storyteller is not good at speaking, and he cannot express the power of the immortal, so naturally no one applauds.
The blind old man drank several bowls of wine and then waved to the storyteller.
"What do you want, sir?"
"This story doesn't work."
The storyteller raised his eyebrows and glared, and he seemed to have gotten rid of a lot of the sourness in his life.
He raised his hands to the sky and said, "The immortal's suppression of the Demon Abyss was a great merit, and we all benefited from it. If the immortal had not intervened back then, who knows what the world would have become. If this story doesn't work, may I ask what story would work?"
With such a accusation put on him, even disciples from big sects would probably not dare to respond.
People around also cast their eyes in this direction, but there was little kindness among them. Although the storyteller's story was not very exciting, it could not be blamed on the story.
The blind old man seemed not to notice the atmosphere around him and continued to shake his head: "Too old, too old, talking about things that happened hundreds of years ago over and over again, without any new ideas."
The storyteller opened his mouth slightly, not expecting the other party to be so bold.
"Come down and let me tell you."
After saying that, the blind old man came up holding a broken knife. The storyteller was originally a poor and timid man, so he subconsciously made way for him.
In full view of everyone, the blind old man took a deep breath and stretched out his voice.
"The beginning of the Demonic Abyss is the realm of the most holy and virtuous, known as the opportunity to become an immortal in ancient times. Anyone who enters can become an immortal. However, everyone who enters is a demon, devouring living beings and eating blood. Their evil intentions are known to the world. If they break through the realm and get out, they will eat the world."
"In ancient times, there was a celestial being who achieved enlightenment with the sacrifice of hundreds of millions of dawns. The most holy and sagely realm is not the most holy and sagely realm among all the people in the world."
"The only person who can become a god in the world is the Taoist Changsheng. The ancient demon who can become a god in the Demon Abyss is unstoppable."
The voice paused at this point, and then suddenly rose high and became as deep as a war drum.
"The immortal suppressed the Demonic Abyss and saved the world at any moment. He shook the world with thunder and controlled the world. He borrowed spiritual objects from the people of the world, used the heaven and earth as a furnace, and refined the elixir. When the elixir was completed, the great demon of the Demonic Abyss was born. The immortal shook the heaven with one hand and fought the demons with the other. When you ask the Immortal Guanghan, he will grant you the ability to become a god and live for three thousand years."
After the blind old man's voice fell, no one answered for a long time.
The storyteller was completely stunned.
"how?"
"Great, old man, you know so much."
"Hahaha, after all, I've been listening to it for hundreds of years." The blind old man laughed heartily. I don't know if it was an illusion, but his body became much taller than when he just came in.
Suddenly he changed the subject and said, "This story is too old."
“A good story never gets old.”
"He looks old. He became a monk when he was young and now he is half buried in the ground without seeing the immortal." The blind old man walked back to his table, picked up a jar of wine and drank it in gulps.
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