I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

"Meet the Patriarch!"

Yang Jin saw the face of the old Taoist, and quickly bowed to salute.

During the celebration, Zhou Yi had a lot of memories of bitterness and sweetness, and all the disciples in the school were grateful. I also heard that the old ancestor's lifespan is about to end, so there is a kind of sadness of a hero's twilight, and he can't help but feel pity and closeness.

Zhou Yi's understatement is better than Tongxuan's more than ten years of management, and the reputation in the sect is second only to Xuanyu.

Tong Xuan was not a fool either. Looking back and thinking carefully before and after the celebration, he realized that this master who seldom showed up was not someone who could be fooled by flattery, so he immediately stopped his follow-up actions.

It's only been a few decades, just wait for the master's death and Taoism to disappear, just to practice and improve his mana.

In the world of cultivating immortals, strength is the foundation of power!

Zhou Yi likes smart people, seeing that Tong Xuan knows how to beat, he spends his old age in the scripture hall with peace of mind.

Hearing the sound, he opened his drunken eyes, his spiritual consciousness swept Yang Jin inside and outside, and immediately knew why he came to the Buddhist scripture hall.

The loosening of the bottleneck in the middle and later stages of gas refining must be based on the experience of the predecessors.

"No need to be polite."

Zhou Yi said: "On the first floor, there is a volume "Master Kong Yun's Notes", which records the method of breakthrough in detail. This person has a great understanding, and his writings are even more mysterious than those on the second floor."

Xuan Yuan Zong's Sutra Library is completely open to the outside world, and any disciple can recite classics, which is much more relaxed than Da Zong's sect.

Of course, the classics and ordinary exercises are open, and the inheritance of Zhenzong still needs to be a true disciple.

Yang Jin bowed and said, "Thank you Patriarch for your guidance."

After a while.

Yang Jin entered the contents of the notes into the jade slips, intending to go back to the cave to think about it, to break through the middle stage of Qi refining as soon as possible, and to win a good ranking in the Zongmen Grand Competition in five years' time, before going out and bowing again.

"Master, my disciple's magic power is low, so I can't help you much, but I can do errands for my master."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, knowing that it is good to seize the opportunity, but it has to suit his appetite: "Pindao liked to read story books when he was young, and he hasn't been down for many years. I don't know if there are any new works."

"The disciple will go down the mountain now, and help the master to buy the script."

Yang Jin's face showed joy, being able to talk to the Patriarch would be of great help to the path.

Half a month later.

Once again, he came outside the Sutra Pavilion and took out a large stack of books from the storage bag.

"Master, this disciple has asked many people, and these are the most beautiful scripts in the past hundred years."

Zhou Yi glanced at the cover, his eyes lit up, and he took out a scroll of scriptures from his cuff.

"You little guy is very good! Take this volume of "Spiritual Cultivation of Form" back and read it, and come back in a month. Remember to write a 100,000-word review after reading it."

"After reading it?"

Yang Jin bowed to accept the Taoist scriptures, and after flipping through a few pages, he couldn't help showing disappointment.

"Shen Qi Cultivating Form Theory" is a pure volume of sages' classics, which tells the way of cultivating the spirit and soul, and does not record any methods of refining the spirit, with a total of more than 1,200 words.

Zhou Yi frowned: "If you don't want to read it, return it to the poor."

Yang Jin shook his head again and again, holding the classics in his arms: "Master, don't worry, I will write a hundred thousand characters."

"Cultivate Taoism first and then immortality, chant scriptures first and then practice kung fu."

Zhou Yi said: "You have ordinary talent and ordinary understanding. If you want to improve your foundation, you can only take this path, otherwise you will stop at building a foundation."

Looking at Yang Jin in the Book of Changes is like looking at the Book of Changes when Tieguanxian looked at Zhouyi, and he can directly point out the future path.

Whether Yang Jin would listen, and whether he could persevere, all depended on his own destiny.

After all, Yang Jin doesn't have the fruit of longevity. Even if he knows that chanting increases his foundation, but one by one from the same sect breaks through the realm, only he is left to chanting slowly, and ninety-nine out of ten people will choose to give up.

"Master, don't worry, this disciple will live up to his expectations!"

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Yang Jin came outside the scripture hall, holding a thick stack of paper, which was full of sentiments.

"Master, the disciple has completed the task."

Zhou Yi took the paper, scanned it with his spiritual sense, and nodded with satisfaction: "The exposition is quite simple, but it is also hard work."

Put away the classics and insights, and took out another book from the cuff.

"This book is the same, one hundred thousand words a month!"

"The disciple understands."

Yang Jin only thought that it was a test of the master's endurance, and if he passed it, he would be able to worship as a disciple and pass on the Taoism of Zhenzong.

a month later.

Zhou Yi checked the impression after reading, the quality was better than last time, and took out another volume of classics.

"Well written, still a hundred thousand words!"

"As ordered."

Yang Jin heard the praise, happily took the classics, and went back to the cave to look through them impatiently.

at this time.

The fellow disciples already knew that Yang Jin had obtained a great opportunity and had entered the master's eyes. They came to congratulate him one after another and tried their best to get closer.

When Tongxuan heard about this, he specially adjusted Yang Jin's cave to the upper level, and increased the supply of spirit stones.

Zhou Yi didn't care about these things, he just read the Spring and Autumn Annals in the Buddhist scriptures hall, and gave Yang Jin a new volume of classics at the end of each month.

...

The moon rises and the moon sets, spring goes and autumn comes.

Ten years passed in a flash.

This morning.

Yang Jin didn't know how many times he came outside the scripture hall.

"Master, this month's mission has been completed."

"Um."

Zhou Yi's spiritual sense scanned the impressions after reading it, and 30,000 words were poured into the 100,000 words, but Yang Jin's ability to persist for ten years was beyond expectations.

Ten years of chanting scriptures has delayed the cultivation of mana, and now he has just broken through the seventh level of Qi refining.

Thirty-year-old at the seventh level of refining Qi, is slower than Xuan Li back then, and ranks at the bottom among Xuan Yuanzong's disciples.

"If you can't finish writing, you can postpone it for a few more days, and you don't need to deliberately pour water."

Zhou Yi reminded a little, and took out the classics as usual: "This book "Zhen Qi Returns Yuan Zhu Shu", the old rules."

Yang Jin's face was reddish, and he took the classics and hurried away.

After procrastinating for a month and a half.

Yang Jin came back to return the classics. Fortunately, the quality of the 100,000-character impression after reading it was much better than before.

"continue!"

...

Back to the cave.

Yang Jin put the classics on the table and seized the time to practice mana.

Originally, his aptitude was ordinary, but after reciting scriptures, writing and reading, he was delayed for time, and his cultivation base was already far behind his peers, and in a few years, disciples of the "Jing" generation would surpass him.

This decade.

Yang Jin has experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships.

From envy to contempt, from closeness to estrangement.

Some unpleasant words, even if they are discussed in private, will always reach Yang Jin's ears as time goes by and the frequency becomes louder.

They didn't dare to say that the ancestor's teaching method was wrong, but only said that Yang Jin had a stupid head and poor qualifications.

The practice is over.

Yang Jin opened the classics, recited them word by word, and wrote down what he felt.

Read it once, and you will have a feeling of a hundred or ten words.

After reading it a hundred times, there are four to five thousand words of insight.

After reading it a thousand times, I only wrote about 10,000 words of insight. As the understanding of the classics deepens, the income will become less and less.

Yang Jin wrote 100,000 words and read it at least 100,000 times, which can be called a single volume.

"Enlightenment is difficult, and it is difficult to ascend to the blue sky!"

...

two months later.

Yang Jin came late, and finally got enough reflections.

Zhou Yi took out the new classics: "Xiao Yangzi, if you can't hold on anymore, tell the poor man, I won't force you!"

"Old Ancestor..."

Yang Jin did not agree unswervingly like ten years ago, he hesitated for a moment and left with the classics.

Looking at Yang Jin's lonely back, Zhou Yi shook his head and sighed.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, Nascent Soul is hard to achieve."

"The Taoist scriptures selected by Pindao are the essence of 8,000 years of chanting. Each volume is wonderful. There is no repetition of each other. If you persist for 30 years, the chance of congealing a baby will increase by 30%!"

There are as many Taoist scriptures in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and even the little Xuanyuanzong has tens of thousands of volumes.

Any monk who has some insights during his lifetime can write it into a classic, pass it down to future generations, and mix it in all Taoist scriptures for people to choose from.

Ordinary monks recite Taoist scriptures and only choose interesting or useful classics, but they are not the essence of such classics. If they are lucky, they will be useful, but if they are unlucky, they will be disadvantaged if they encounter a wild Taoist priest.

The thousands of volumes of scriptures selected from countless classics in the Book of Changes are an excellent choice for enlightenment.

Each book is recited 100,000 times, and the comprehension of Taoism directly points to Huashen!

...

Four months later.

Yang Jin finally finished writing his sentiments, and in the evening, he hid from his fellow disciples and came outside the scripture hall.

Zhou Yi didn't say anything. After agreeing to give advice to his old friend, he didn't want to be a nanny.

The next time Yang Jin comes over, it will be a year later.

"Master, there is a demon cultivator in Lanzhuang, and my fellow disciples and I went to kill the demon."

"This matter is the accumulation of merit, not bad."

Zhou Yi became more and more old, and his body exuded a strong vitality, as if he was about to die.

Yang Jin took out a stack of books from the storage bag: "Master, Fansu has published a new storybook in recent years, and I found it for you."

Zhou Yi was silent for a while, and took out a foundation building pill and a volume of classics from his cuff.

"If you continue to study, take away the classics. If you want to break through the Foundation Establishment realm, then take away the Foundation Establishment Pill!"

Yang Jin hesitated for a moment, and tentatively said, "Master, can you take them all?"

The corner of Zhou Yi's mouth twitched, no matter what he met, he was full of shameless guys, but this kind of temperament is suitable for the world of cultivating immortals, and Yang Jin will obviously have a good time in the future.

"Can."

"Thank you, master."

Yang Jin hurriedly took away the classics and elixir, lest Zhou Yi would go back on his word.

"Remember to write a review!"

Zhou Yi lowered his head and flipped through the storybook, and there were well-made illustrations every few pages, and the sense of sadness in his heart dissipated immediately.

two years later.

Yang Jin successfully established the foundation and entered the Lingbao Hall as a deacon.

Since then, I have been busy with cultivation and sect affairs, and have less time to chant scriptures and enlightenment.

The Sutra Pavilion came here very quickly.

It's not to return the classics, but to talk to Zhou Yi, talk about ordinary interesting stories, and send a stack of newly compiled scripts, as if taking care of an elderly father.

Under Zhou Yi's repeated urging, he only comprehended one volume in two or three years, and couldn't help cursing.

"Things that don't know how to grow!"

"Yeah."

When Yang Jin heard the scolding, he nodded repeatedly in agreement, as if trying to make an old man happy.

"Just wait and regret it."

Zhou Yi sighed helplessly. When he was young, he didn't know the value of life, so he was busy with those illusory and mundane things. When his life was about to expire, it was too late to try hard, and he could only wait for his life to pass away.

After a few years.

After not seeing Yang Jin for a long time, Zhou Yi took out the messenger talisman.

"You still owe me the classics!"

A few years passed in a blink of an eye.

Zhou Yi directly arrested Yang Jin, put him in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and copied two hundred classics.

Yang Jin is already fifty years old, and has a high position and authority in the eyes of the disciples of the sect, but now he said with a bitter face: "Master, this time is too much."

"There is no time limit this time."

Zhou Yi said slowly: "When you finish writing, remember to burn it to me!"

"Master, you..."

Yang Jin's face was gloomy, even though he had expected to leave, he couldn't help but grieve when it really came.

"Don't make a sad face. I have lived for more than 500 years, and I have already far surpassed the ordinary golden core. This is a joy and sorrow!"

Zhou Yi took out two magic weapons from his cuffs, a shield and a flying boat.

"I have lived for more than 500 years, I have never fought a magic weapon, and I haven't even refined a flying sword magic weapon. These two body protection magic weapons have been passed down to you. In the future, if you encounter danger, remember to defend yourself before running away!"

Yang Jin took the magic weapon and kowtowed to the ground.

"Respectfully send off the master."

"I'm not dead yet!"

Zhou Yi warned: "Don't tell anyone else about this matter. All my life, I have always disappointed my senior sister. I don't want to die, and I have to let her reprimand me for wasting my talent."

Yang Jin nodded in agreement, he often chatted with his master and knew a lot about Xuanyuanzong's past.

Back then, Zhouyi was the hope of Xuanyuanzong. It never occurred to him that he had been unknown for five hundred years, but Xuanyu led the revival of the sect.

one year later.

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

The Xuanyuan bell rang nine times in a row, and the disciples in the sect rushed to the main hall upon hearing the sound, and Tongxuan announced with a sad expression.

"Old Patriarch Xuan Yi is sitting down!"

After a while.

A ray of light fell in the hall and turned into Xuan Yu, with a cold and deep voice.

"Where's the remains of the younger brother?"

Yang Jin stepped out from among the disciples and sent a letter: "I pay homage to the Supreme Being. This junior received a voice transmission from the master not long ago. When I rushed away, there was only a field of fly ash and the envelope left for the Higher Majesty."

Xuan Yu photographed the envelope, and there were only a few words after opening it.

——Sister, see you in the next life!

Looking back on the past, I burst into tears.

...

at the same time.

Qingyun Mountain.

Turning into a human form after the light escaped, it was Zhou Yi who escaped by feigning death.

"Twelve hundred years have passed, and Pindao has finally returned. This time, he will take back the position of Heavenly Master in a fair and honest manner!"

Zhou Yi calculated with his fingers that this year is exactly 8,600 years old, and it is a good day to go up the mountain to learn from a teacher.

Transformed into a strong and healthy boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a hatchet on his waist and a bow and arrow on his back, he walked down the mountain path to the depths.

After a few days.

Zhou Yi finally boarded the Ascension to Xiantai, the front suddenly opened up, but in the hazy clouds and mist, the corners of the cornices could be faintly seen.

Hundreds of people gathered on the spacious Shengxiantai, including old and young, monks and mortals.

A hundred years ago, the edict of the Emperor of Heaven was spread all over the world, and Qingyun Mountain became the only boundary in the vast Divine Continent that does not have to abide by the rules of heaven.

Qingyun Guan has become the only sect that does not require immortality and can accept disciples to teach exercises at will. All casual practitioners and criminals who know about this matter all come from thousands of miles to learn from their masters.

Shengxiantai is the place where Qingyun Temple selects the best and accepts disciples.

Zhou Yi found a corner to sit down and rest. He is now a mortal without any cultivation, and there are still a few bloodstains on his body when he was on the road.

At noon.

A ray of light flew out of the clouds and landed on Feixiantai and turned into a young Taoist priest. He took out a palm-sized compass from the storage bag, and shot out a pillar of seven-colored light through the operation of mana.

"Poverty and keep the light, please walk through the aura of destiny, and those who are destined can go up to the mountain to practice."

Everyone has known the rules for a long time, and they lined up to pass the aura, most of them didn't respond, until a young man passed by, and the aura flickered.

Shouming said with a smile: "You may wish to worship Qingyun temple."

"willing."

The boy quickly nodded in agreement, and the clansmen who accompanied him up the mountain were also happy.

A monk from the family can protect the wealth of five generations!

Zhou Yi was the last one to go up the mountain, so he was naturally at the end of the line. There were only a few three people among the hundreds of people in front of him who inspired the aura of fate.

The colorful spiritual light shone on Zhou Yi's body, unlike the other three people shining, but directly turned into pure blue.

Shouming had a look of surprise on his face, he never expected to have a big harvest today.

"Wood belongs to the heavenly root!"