Chapter 761 The Legend of Penglai Island Master

Those who have achieved success in spiritual practice can calculate the information of the blood's owner based on the blood, and use it to plot against others, curse, etc.

Therefore, before selling his blood, Meng Jingzhou completely erased the information contained in the blood, so that no one could tell that it was his blood, and Su Yiren was no exception.

"What is this?" Li Haoran was a little confused and didn't know what Su Yiren was going to do.

"This is the blood I got from the black market auction. It cost me 100,000 spirit stones."

Meng Jingzhou had a strange expression on his face. When he sold his blood, it was 10,000 spirit stones per drop. Wasn't this price increase too outrageous?

As a member of the Meng family, I actually lost money. What a shame.

"This blood should be some kind of pure demon blood, which has the effect of improving cultivation, strengthening yang and replenishing qi, so I thought of buying it and giving it to my husband. If the fairy grass can enhance the effect of this blood to a higher level, it would be even better."

Li Haoran was very moved after hearing this. He didn't expect Su Yiren to think about him everywhere.

Lu Yang also recognized that this was Meng Jingzhou's essence and blood. He didn't remember that Old Meng's blood had the effect of increasing cultivation. If Old Meng's blood had this effect, he would drink three big bowls first.

Senior Su, have you started to lie openly in order to trick Li Haoran into bed?

"No, I can only help living spirits improve their cultivation. It would be better if I could find the owner of the blood." Yuhua Immortal Grass stopped Su Yiren from thinking.

"Is that so?" Su Yiren was obviously feeling a little depressed.

Lu Yang secretly glanced at Meng Jingzhou, considering whether to tell the truth to Su Yiren and help Old Meng improve his cultivation. This would also be an opportunity for Old Meng.

Meng Jingzhou shook his head slightly and quickly, rejecting the opportunity.

A picture emerged in Meng Jingzhou's mind: in the dead of night, he was lying on the bed sleeping soundly, Su Yiren sneaked into his room in the dark, the moonlight reflected Su Yiren's beautiful figure, Meng Jingzhou said very firmly, "I can't do anything to let down Junior Brother Li", Su Yiren said, "It will only hurt for a moment, very quickly", Meng Jingzhou tried to resist, but was ultimately defeated by Su Yiren, and then Su Yiren tied Meng Jingzhou up and started to draw blood...

What is going on?

The white crucian carp was shared by everyone while they were chatting and laughing, leaving only a plate of cleaned fish bones.

The poor white crucian carp got a chance to become an immortal by taking the immortal herbs. His cultivation level skyrocketed, and he cultivated to a level that no other fish in the white crucian carp clan had reached in twenty years. However, he never imagined that all this was a conspiracy by the human race. He was pierced by the immortal sword, and was divided and eaten by the human cultivators. Not even a complete body was left.

After enjoying the delicious food from Donghai, Lu Yang and his companions went downstairs to pay the bill. Lu Yang noticed a statue on the counter. The statue was of a middle-aged man with a goatee.

"Who is this statue?" Lu Yang asked casually.

Li Haoran said, "He is the owner of Penglai Island, Sanshan Taoist. There are many legends about Sanshan Taoist in the East China Sea. For example, when fishermen were caught in storms and heavy rains, Sanshan Taoist happened to pass by and saved the people on the boat. He also said that when they go fishing in the future, they can silently pray to his name, and he will bless them with a safe trip."

"There is also a legend that during the autumn harvest, the farmers had a good harvest, but a sudden rainstorm hit, and the Taoist priest from Sanshan appeared. It is similar to the legend about the fishermen going out to sea. I guess one of these two legends is the original version, and the other has evolved during the word-of-mouth transmission."

"Or maybe there was a plague somewhere, and the Taoist of Sanshan gave the Ganlu Tianquan to cure the disease and save people."

"Or maybe the cultivator has encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation and is restless, so the Taoist of Sanshan appears to help the cultivator break through..."

"Anyway, there are many legends, and they have been circulating for four or five thousand years. No one knows how many of them are true. In short, among the monks in the East China Sea, Sanshan Taoist is a belief, and every household worships him."

"If you say it's effective, it's definitely not particularly effective. Even if he incarnates thousands of times, he can't satisfy everyone's wishes. Even immortals don't have that much ability."

"But Sanshan Taoist has been famous for a long time, and his belief has become a habit. He has a spiritual sustenance, so whether it works or not is not important anymore."

"The three Penglai Islands regard Penglai as the most respected one, perhaps because of the Taoist priest of the Three Mountains."

"I heard that the Golden Buddha Kingdom wanted to come to the East China Sea to preach, but because of the presence of the Taoist priest Sanshan, it ended in failure."

Lu Yang thought of Fan Chong: "Fan Chong is the grandson of Sanshan Taoist, and he bullies others by taking advantage of his power. I feel that Sanshan Taoist is not as good as the legend says."

Li Haoran couldn't explain this question either, so he shook his head helplessly and said, "Perhaps it's because Taoist Sanshan lives in seclusion for many years and doesn't strictly control the people below him?"

He looked at Su Yiren, who also shook her head: "I met Taoist Sanshan once. He was very considerate in dealing with people. Even when he met low- and mid-level cultivators, he did not show any arrogance. He was not much different from the image in folk legends. I can't imagine why Taoist Xuanling and Fan Chong were like that."

The Immortal Fairy suddenly said, somewhat puzzled: "What's the matter with this Taoist Sanshan? Why is he making up so many outrageous legends? If he doesn't have such great ability, he shouldn't do it."

In the spiritual space, the immortal fairy lay on the seabed, floating on the sea, with her fish tail flapping.

Lu Yang suddenly remembered that although the immortal fairies now acted extremely unreliable, they were also a belief-like existence in ancient times. In order to meet the reproductive needs of believers, they even created the Mother-Child River and the Twin River.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

"Fairy, is there anything behind this?"

"I don't know much about the power of faith. Qinghe knows more about it. Qinghe told me that as the source of faith, we must control the legends and never portray ourselves as omnipotent. Take me as an example. If a believer asks me for a child, I do have the ability to create a mother-child river, so I will respond to the believer's request."

"Some believers ask me for power. If I don't want to grant them power, I will make it clear to them in person, so that they don't come to me one after another to ask for power, which is annoying."

Lu Yang nodded, not quite understanding.

"Sir, do you look like a cultivator from the East China Sea?" The shop owner noticed that Lu Yang and his companions seemed very interested in the statue of Taoist Sanshan. There was no such a cultivator from the East China Sea.

Lu Yang nodded. They were disciples of the Five Elements Sect and were definitely not cultivators from the East China Sea.

“Would you like to pay your respects to the Taoist priest Sanshan? It is very effective.” It seemed that the shop owner was very pious.

Lu Yang and others thought about it and decided that this could be considered a unique culture of the East China Sea, so it would be nice to pay it respect.

Lu Yang put his hands together and bowed to the statue of Sanshan Taoist. He prayed silently in his heart with a sincere attitude, hoping that this legend of the East China Sea could bless them: "I hope that the trip to the East China Sea will be safe and sound, and nothing will happen."

Meng Jingzhou and others followed suit and bowed.

…

The inner circle of Penglai Island, the core location of the ninth-grade spiritual vein.

A man with a goatee was meditating on a cushion. Suddenly, he let out a "wow" sound and vomited blood, looking terrified and confused.

"Who is worshipping me?"

(End of this chapter)