I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Xiao Ran flipped through the Guiyuan Jue. There were more than 5,000 words in the whole text, and there were detailed annotations for each sentence.

There is more than one person who wrote the commentary. Judging from the title, there are monks, Taoists and vulgars. It can be said that the Guiyuan Jue has been analyzed thoroughly, and those who create the exercises will not be so comprehensive.

Born with spiritual pupils, his cultivation talent is second only to Tianlinggen, so Xiao Ran tried to cultivate after reading it twice.

Sensing the meager spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth, it circulates along the meridians, refining it into mana and gathering it in the dantian.

At the end of a week, half an hour has passed since I woke up from the practice.

Mobilizing a few wisps of mana in the dantian is completely different from the energy and blood of martial arts, and Xiao Ran's mind is churning like a stormy sea.

"Is this cultivating immortality?"

"Yes, this is Xiuxian."

Zhou Yi couldn't help admiring, people are really incomparable, no wonder the Immortal Dao sect puts the most emphasis on qualifications.

Mind can be tempered, and evil thoughts can be overcome, but the talent given by God cannot be changed.

Those monks with low spiritual roots in the world of cultivating immortals who counterattack, either have a savvy, or a mind like a monster, or have amazing luck, which is not universal.

Xiao Ran tried his best to calm himself down. The chat group he joined in the second year of middle school actually mixed with real immortals.

"True Monarch, why did you teach me the immortal law?"

"Pindao looks quite pleasing to the eye, and because your surname is Xiao."

Zhou Yi asked: "Do you know the story of Taoist Xuanxiao's conquest of demons?"

Xiao Ran nodded and said: "According to the records of the sages of the Taoist sect, Taoist Xuanxiao desperately beheaded and killed two great demons to save the world, and finally he was ascended by the incense of the people!"

"Xuan Xiao is also surnamed Xiao, I hope you can be like Daojun."

Zhou Yi said: "Pimpedao has never been a good person, but he has always believed that good deeds will be rewarded!"

With a solemn expression, Xiao Ran bowed and saluted.

"I will live up to the true king's expectations!"

"You can try to contact Li Chao, Li Tianwang in the chat group."

Zhou Yi reminded: "He is a master of martial arts, and he has a jealous temper. A few days ago, he met a rich man who molested a little girl and broke her three legs. He is currently being arrested and wanted by the police."

Xiao Ran nodded first, then said depressedly: "Why is this happening again?"

"It probably happened too much. Anyone will encounter one or two. Most of them pass by with their eyes closed."

Zhou Yi saw Xiao Ran's expression of disbelief, and counted with his fingers for a moment, but in fact, his spiritual sense swept across dozens of miles.

"Yongxingfang in the north, in the back garden of the Chen Mansion, a young man kidnapped a drunk girl and brought her back. The poor Taoist broke his kidney water, you can go and see it now!"

"good."

Xiao Ran flipped through the Guiyuan Jue book, and among the spells in the appendix, he chose the Transformation Jue.

As the magic power circulated, the bones and muscles shrunk rapidly, turning into a five-foot-tall dwarf, and disappeared into the night with a vertical leap.

"well……"

Zhou Yi shook his head and sighed, the woman in his consciousness was already dead, and the people of the Chen Mansion were burying her in the back garden.

The higher the level of monks in the world of cultivating immortals, the easier it is to fall into the magic way, and spiritual consciousness is one of the important factors. Having seen too much darkness in the world, it is like staring at the abyss all the time, and one day you will blend into it.

"It's no wonder that they are all submerged in the deep mountains and old forests. The benefits are not only spiritual energy."

Zhou Yi silently recited the mantra of clearing the heart, and continued to write and draw on the paper, his spiritual sense locked on to Xiao Ran's whereabouts at any time.

After half an hour.

Xiao Ran broke into Chen's mansion, brutally beat the murderer to death, and fled with the woman's body in the hail of bullets.

Today, the guards of Chen's house are a little off-handed with marksmanship, and all of them have become masters of strokes!

...

It's the end of the year in a blink of an eye.

The number of people on Zhuangyuan Street increased greatly, and even the deserted pawn shop had a few more tourists.

The formation restriction can only slightly divert the line of sight, it is not impossible to distort people's consciousness, but you are the only one who is empty in the bustling street, and instead you become the most conspicuous one.

Tourists walked into the pawn shop and found that there were only counters and Taoist priests empty, which was not as interesting as the antique shop next to it.

For example, the bronze tripod from last week, the bicycle that the Holy Emperor rode, the relics of Buddhist monks, and the porcelain vases with beautiful patterns, even if you know it is fake, you will spend money to have fun when you come out to play.

"We have guests today."

Zhou Yi made calculations with his fingers and decided to follow the public opinion. A shelf was placed in front of the counter.

Most of the shelves are Buddhist and Taoist classics. Occasionally, there are copper tripods and porcelain vases made by hand. They are placed according to mysterious rules, and the shop suddenly looks antique.

The hustle and bustle of the day faded away.

Night fell.

The flames of Zhou Yi's fingertips were shining, he carved the fine iron into the shape of a mobile phone, and after a moment of pondering, he refined it into a ring.

"Cultivators don't need to look at the phone screen. They can completely replace their eyes with mana and spiritual consciousness. It's like using a magic weapon to store things. You can send text messages with a single thought..."

After more than half a year of comprehension, Zhou Yi translated the mobile phone system one by one, and finally replaced all of them with forbidden textures, and is refining the first magic weapon for mobile phones.

At this time.

An old man in a long gown and white beard came in from outside the door, his eyes were a little dazed, and he sat across the counter watching Zhou Yi cast a spell.

"Are you a fairy?"

"no."

Zhou Yi said: "But you are indeed a ghost!"

"Ghost? So I'm a ghost!"

The old man looked into Zhou Yi's eyes, like a vortex, and the pictures of his life continued to emerge. He saw the operation for two consecutive days and two nights, lying in a corner and dying in a deep sleep.

There is no pain and no consciousness.

"My original name was Liu Hong. Why did I become a ghost? Why did I come here?"

"There are many reasons why people die as ghosts, most of them are obsessions, for example, you still miss the patient."

Zhou Yi explained: "Pindao has seen a lot of darkness these days, and I want to find a kind person to talk to, and neutralize the depression, so as not to give birth to demons, so you are here!"

This is just an excuse, a mere golden pill can't achieve what one wants, the real reason is still attracted by aura.

Zhou Yi practiced sect secret techniques to confine mana in the body, but Jindan True Monarch and Doom Jueshi, the difference in aura between the two is too large, no matter how they are banned, they will naturally dissipate a little.

The place where the real monarch is located has become a blessed land of spiritual mountains, and the spiritual energy is stronger than the core of the current spiritual veins.

Liu Hong was silent for a while, he couldn't understand what the Taoist said, he just thought it was a strange person acting strangely.

As a well-known doctor in the industry, he believed in life, old age, sickness and death for decades, and suddenly discovered the mystery of the soul, and almost had the urge to dissect himself.

"So what should I talk to you about?"

"Anything, such as medicine, Pindao is quite proficient..."

When Zhou Yi was speaking, the phone beeped, and he made a gesture of sorry for waiting, and when he opened the cloud chat message, a beautiful girl's head was flashing.

Game, Thirty-Six C, Enthusiasm, 25, No. 9: "Brother Bailong, please help me get higher points!"

Zhou Yi skimmed through the lengthy remarks, immediately knew who the other party was, and replied without changing his expression: "Today there are customers in the store, and tomorrow I will take you to the emperor."

No. 9 sent a voice: "Brother Bailong, it's time now."

Pictures, pictures, pictures.

Liu Hong was dumbfounded, the mysterious and immortal energy of the Taoist priest in front of him shattered, and he instantly fell into a secular mortal, no fear in his heart, and said meaningfully.

"According to my many years of experience in practicing medicine, either the photo is fake or the appearance is fake!"

"Ahem, cough, just be happy, don't take it too seriously."

Zhou Yi's face was reddish, and he turned the phone upside down on the counter, but in fact changed to his spiritual consciousness to chat with No. 9.

"Understand understand."

Liu Hong winked endlessly, just thought it was quite interesting, recalling the anecdotes he heard before his death, maybe there is such a thing as a Taoist.

"Let's talk about medicine!"

Then Zhou Yi and Liu Hong discussed medicine, from modern times to ancient times, from the body to the soul.

One is an old monster who knows everything about the past and the present, and the other is a new ghost with excellent medical knowledge. He can argue for half a night just by learning medicine to save lives, and the sky will dawn before he knows it.

Midnight gossip.

"Old Liu, why don't you stay a few more nights?"

Zhou Yi continued to say: "Pindao once read an ancient book, which was written by famous doctors, and contained more than a dozen lost secret recipes."

"Go to see my son before dawn, and enter reincarnation earlier, and maybe see my wife who passed away the year before last."

Liu Hong shook his head and refused, with a calm expression on his face: "Before dying... no, meeting the Taoist priest after death is also considered an adventure!"

Saying goodbye, he left the pawnshop erratically.

Zhou Yi pinched the magic formula with his hands and performed the Buddhist reincarnation secret technique. A little mysterious spiritual light fell into Liu Hong's body. In the next life, he might be able to overcome the mystery of the broken fetus and inherit his old wisdom.

The secret technique of Buddhism is even weirder than the way of magic, and Zhou Yi is not sure about the specific effect.

According to the records of Buddhist classics, eminent monks who have made countless good deeds during their lifetime seem to be more likely to awaken Su Hui, and secretly correspond to good deeds and good rewards.

"Buddhist scriptures and exercises are all covered in clouds and mists, and I am not afraid that future generations will learn them crookedly and fall into the devil's way!"

Zhou Yi spat hard, and his spiritual sense sensed the aura near Caishikou, which was so thin that it was almost undetectable, but without the consumption of monks refining it, it would cover the whole city one day.

"Old Liu's obsession is not deep, and he has become a ghost. It's not been a few years since the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts..."

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