After a while, the little man couldn't help but said again: "It's really the Nine Turns Heart Sutra! It's developed, and I finally found the complete Nine Turns Heart Sutra. I won't take any detours in my future cultivation."
Qi Feihong heard the little man's voice this time. He was startled. When he came back to his senses, he glanced at the little man floating above his head and asked in surprise: "Who are you? When will you come? Came here?"
The little man ignored Qi Feihong and continued to ask: "Why do the Nine Transformations of the Heart Sutra, except for the words 'Nine Transformations of the Heart Sutra' at the beginning, do not look like the other words that I am familiar with?"
Qi Feihong seemed to have thought of something and shouted: "Are you my soul? Why did you come out? I didn't allow you to come out, go back quickly..."
The little man disappeared in a blink of an eye, diving directly in from Qi Feihong's head. Qi Feihong didn't feel any discomfort, or even showed any pain, as if he didn't feel anything when the little man got in. It's like my soul is entering and exiting my body, just like this, without any feeling.
Qi Feihong completely lost himself, which led to his soul losing control and running out on his own. This is absolutely not allowed among immortal cultivators, because it is very dangerous for the soul to leave the body without the owner's permission.
The soul has almost no ability to protect itself. Without the protection of its master, that is, the body, it may disappear in the slightest attack. Once the soul dies, there is no possibility for the body to survive. Unless there are some powerful beings who have practiced heaven-defying techniques such as soul clones in advance, they can save their lives.
The soul returned to the body, and Qi Feihong finally woke up. He quickly turned around and looked around, and then said to himself: "I know the words of the Nine Transformations Heart Sutra, but is the fragment of my practice the Nine Transformations Heart Sutra? I don't even know, how does the soul know it? of?"
He hurriedly looked at the parchment scroll in his hand and saw that there were densely written strange words on the parchment scroll. Although countless years have passed, the handwriting is still very clear. It seems that the sheepskin scroll itself is a treasure that can protect the text on it for a long time.
It's a pity that Qi Feihong didn't know the words on the parchment scroll. He hadn't read any books, and his master died early and didn't teach him properly. Now when he faced the strange words on the parchment scroll, he didn't understand a single word.
In Qi Feihong's view, these words are more like graffiti by a two-year-old child of different sizes. He couldn't tell what these words were at all, nor could he see any pattern. He even thought it was a prank, someone's graffiti.
Qi Feihong was very anxious and regretted that he didn't go to school properly and ask his master for advice on the words commonly used by cultivators. He stared at the sheepskin scroll in his hand and looked at the rune-like handwriting. While he hated himself for not working hard at a young age, he also secretly prayed for some miracle to happen.
The words on the sheepskin scroll seemed to have magical powers, gradually attracting Qi Feihong's mind, causing him to unknowingly enter a state of forgetfulness.
Qi Feihong entered a state of oblivion, and soon forgot everything, even where he was and what he was here for. He was completely lost in the words on the parchment scroll.
After a while, Qi Feihong suddenly felt dizzy, and he suddenly arrived in a brand new place. This place has mountains, water, pavilions, and picturesque scenery. The fairy spirit lingers here and the beauty is overwhelming, just like the legendary fairyland on earth.
Qi Feihong stood in an octagonal pavilion, now awake. He gazed at the beautiful scenery around him so selflessly that he temporarily forgot the words on the parchment scroll and his original purpose.
He didn't even see a short old man less than four feet tall in front of him. The short old man has a rosy face, but his hair and beard are gray. He really has the appearance of a child with gray hair.
The old man's eyes were like lightning, and he was also looking at Qi Feihong, and he was looking at Qi Feihong very carefully, as if he was looking at a treasure, or someone he loved.
Qi Feihong was startled when he found the old man. He instinctively took a big step back and took a defensive posture. He thought he had encountered a monster and instinctively wanted to protect himself, but after making a defensive posture, he found that he was a little funny because the old man had no intention of harming him.
The old man didn't care about Qi Feihong's vigilance and uneasiness. He kept staring at Qi Feihong, as if he wanted to see something from Qi Feihong's appearance. In fact, Qi Feihong, who is thirty years old, is already looking a little old and has nothing to look at. He spent most of the first thirty years of his life alone. He neither paid attention to grooming nor was well taken care of. It could even be said that he was weathered and had wrinkles on his face early on, making him look older.
Qi Feihong was panicked when the old man saw him, and he couldn't help but ask: "Who are you? Why are you staring at me like this? Where am I...?"
The old man smiled slowly, touched his one-foot-long gray beard, and chuckled: "Young man, don't be afraid, this is my cave, no one will make things difficult for you... What's your name? How old are you this year?" "
Qi Feihong saw that this man was indeed older than himself, and did not recommend that he call himself "young man": "My name is Qi Feihong, and I am thirty years old this year."
The old man nodded: "Qi Feihong? This name is quite easy to pronounce. It's just that your strength seems to be too weak. In the early stage of body refining realm, it is almost equivalent to not yet entering the ranks of immortal cultivators. In the past, You are not worthy to be my disciple at all... That’s all, since you can find something left by me, that means you are destined to me, so I will reluctantly accept you as my disciple and teach you the way of cultivating immortality.”
The old man seemed kind and friendly, but what he said was a bit unpleasant. He seemed to be a arrogant person. Or maybe he is an outsider and is used to talking like this, rather than intentionally doing so.
Qi Feihong was just wondering when he heard the old man say loudly: "Kneel down and become a disciple. I will teach you the way of cultivating immortals. This can be regarded as the end of the fate between you and me."
"What?" Qi Feihong was stunned, his face full of disbelief. He didn't believe that he would meet an immortal, let alone that this immortal whose name he didn't even know would accept him as his disciple.
The old man saw Qi Feihong's confusion and said with a smile: "Why are you so confused? Why don't you hurry up and become a disciple? I can tell you that if you miss this village, there will be no other store."
Qi Feihong came back to his senses, feeling extremely lucky, with a happy face, and quickly knelt down and saluted: "Disciple Qi Feihong, pay homage to the master."
The old man chuckled and said slowly: "Qi Feihong, I am a Sanren of the Qing Dynasty. Remember my name. Don't let someone ask you about it. You don't know anything and make others laugh. You found me." The parchment scroll left by the Immortal a long time ago also accidentally opened the teleportation formation that I left on the parchment scroll, which is why I am destined to be with you. I will accept you as my disciple. You must practice hard in the future and try to do it sooner. make an achievement."
"Shangqing Sanren..." Qi Feihong recited silently and saluted again: "Master is here, I will remember my master's name and never forget it. I am sincere in cultivating immortality. Please teach me the way to cultivate immortality and help you on your path to immortality." The path to immortality.”
Qi Feihong felt a huge force lifting him up, and stood up involuntarily, already knowing how powerful the Shangqing Sanren was. Shangqing Sanren seemed to have taken the opportunity to test Qi Feihong's aptitude, and said seriously: "You have been cultivating alone before, right? The foundation is not stable, I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve anything. If you abolish your cultivation and start from scratch, you are now I’m already thirty years old, so I’m afraid it’s hard to achieve anything big.”
Qi Feihong said: "The disciple had a master before, but before the master could teach the disciple the method of cultivation, he died because he failed to overcome the tribulation. After that, the disciple did practice alone and took many detours. The disciple's foundation is unstable. , is caused by the disciple’s single-minded pursuit of happiness when he is practicing alone.”
Shangqing Sanren sighed, a light flashed in his eyes, and he said with determination: "Forget it, let's start from the beginning. The teacher will personally guide you to practice, help you lay a good foundation, and lay a solid foundation for future practice. . There will be some pain during this period, so bear with it and never give up. Do you understand?"
Qi Feihong nodded quickly: "Everything is subject to Master's instructions. This disciple is willing to practice from scratch, so that he will have a good foundation."
Shangqing Sanren nodded slightly, still very satisfied with Qi Feihong's attitude.
