Tao channels are the basis of spiritual practice.
This "Tao" is not the Tao of Taoism, but the Tao of the Great Dao. Regardless of whether practitioners of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, Art of War, or other schools of thought, the first way to practice is to reveal the Taoist lineage.
In ancient times, the so-called seeds of cultivation were those who were born with the self-evident path. However, the human race does not determine life based on talent, and the Pulse Opening Pill is one of the ways to solve the problem of cultivation qualifications.
Borrow the power of elixirs to manifest the human body's channels. It can also generate vitality of heaven and earth and nourish the physical body. Qi and blood feedback, thus giving birth to Dao Yuan and embarking on the path of spiritual practice.
Speaking of which, compared to Zuo Guanglie's instruments that were destroyed by the explosion, the Pulse Opening Pill should not be considered precious.
But for this impoverished beggar, this is the only key to unlocking the treasures of the human body.
After all the hardships, the only option is death. At the end of the road, beg for God’s grace!
Now the beggar holds the key to his hope.
He is so religious.
He held the jade bottle with trembling hands, pointed it at the mouth of the bottle with his trembling lips, and fell down!
Next to him is the silent Po Guan, in the distance are the corpses of a group of beggars, with broken bones and flesh beside them.
At this moment, the setting sun is still shining, and the clouds have dispersed in the sky. Corpses lay in the wild, while sick beggars swallowed pills.
The pulse-opening pill rolled off the tip of the tongue, turned into a warm current, flowed down the throat, and spread into the limbs and bones.
The beggar closed his eyes slightly, and thousands of images were flowing through his mind at this moment.
Work hard in the cold and summer, practice swordsmanship in the spring and autumn.
Chase the robbers and kill the tough bandits.
In the end, he walked down the Western Mountain where bandits gathered, alone and with a sword, and became a bloody man.
Only then did he get a pulse-opening pill.
How many years has it taken him to approach the supernatural world?
He tried his best, he struggled all the time to make progress, how did he get to this point?
My mother died young, and my father who later died of illness almost depleted the family's last remaining wealth.
He was alone and supported by himself.
After being admitted to the Taoist Academy in the competition of being the best among thousands of miles away, and taking the lead among the fiercely competitive outer courtyards, he finally grasped the key to transcendence for the first time.
But the Pulse Opening Pill was taken away by the person he trusted most.
Poison, surround and kill.
He fought his way out and hid among the beggars in order to avoid being searched.
I wanted to wait for the opportunity, but my body could no longer hold on.
He became weaker and weaker, and finally he could only lie hopelessly on the straw pile, waiting for death.
He dragged his sick body and struggled out to search the battlefield, just because of a heart that would never give up, but unexpectedly, he could pick up a pulse-opening pill!
The reason why a being as powerful as Zuo Guanglie carries a pulse-opening pill on his body has ended with his legend, and no one knows it anymore.
But the beggar's story has a new chapter.
There is nothing more unpredictable than fate.
The beggar turned around and felt the indescribable changes in his body.
He felt the warm power emanating from every corner of his body, "swimming" through his body in some way he couldn't understand, and finally converging on his spine.
The process is slow and clear.
I don't know how long it took, but a weak force started from the tail vertebra and went up and up along the ridge line. It feels like an earthworm swimming upstream in a river.
This process is very difficult, but the warm power coming from all parts of the body keeps relying on it... The "little earthworm" finally swims through this long journey, penetrates the ridge line, and reaches the sky!
A miracle happened.
He seemed to see light in his body.
Warmth bursts out from every corner of the limbs and body.
He no longer felt cold, he no longer felt weak, he no longer felt pain.
Once the Dao meridians appear, they are nourished with vitality.
The beggar opened his eyes, his eyes bright and clear.
He felt full of power, and he finally took control of his destiny again!
His Tao Meridian has appeared. Although the Tao Meridian True Spirit is just the lowest earthworm, it also means that he can officially enter the path of transcendence.
Flying to the sky and escaping from the earth, entering and exiting the Qingming Ming, is no longer an unattainable dream!
One day, Gong Yangbai, Mo Jingyu, Zuo Guanglie, Li Yi... these powerful figures, what they can do, he can do too!
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The beggar stood up and stared at the pile of minced meat at his feet.
Life stares at death, from the beginning to the end.
He buried Zuo Guanglie and the beggars outside Poguan. Even though his Dao channel was full of energy at the beginning, he didn't finish his work until the middle of the moon.
This is a small thing that may be useless, but it is a principle he practices.
Although the group of beggars chose to abandon him when danger came, they did not abandon him in the wilderness during his dying days. Although I couldn't get him any medical advice, I at least gave him some water to drink.
Based on these, if possible, they should be buried in peace. You won’t have to suffer in this life and still be helpless in the next life.
People believe that only by being buried can peace be found. Only in the embrace of the vast and compassionate earth can the dead souls rest in peace.
Finally the beggar stood in front of Zuo Guanglie's grave.
"The person who buried you was not an unknown person. Maplewood City, Qinghe County, Zhuang State..." The beggar stood in front of the small grave under the moonlight. His body was dirty and his hands were muddy, but he straightened his back and said his name very calmly: "Jiang Wang."
Tiger is unwritten, but has the aura of eating cattle.
"You did not die in an unknown place. This place is called Huanzhen Temple. Although the handwriting on the broken plaque is difficult to read and the name is unknown, you will definitely be known to the world because of you!"
After saying these words, Jiang Wang bent down and bowed seriously: "May you have a spirit in heaven and rest in peace."
This bow was not only because of the pulse-opening pill left by Zuo Guanglie, but also because of the compassion, magnanimity and bravery he showed.
People like Zuo Guanglie deserve any respect.
Tonight is the full moon, and the bright moonlight shines on the new grave.
There seemed to be a breeze blowing in the dark.
Jiang Wang saw little bits of silver light floating out from Zuo Guanglie's grave, rising slowly in the moonlight and converging into a small, silver crescent moon. It floats over the new tomb, within reach of Jiang Wang, looking mysterious and noble.
"This is……"
Jiang hopes happiness reaches the soul.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the silver crescent moon.
His vision went dark.
In the almost endless darkness, a gentle voice sounded. This sound seems to contain the truth of heaven and earth and the mystery of the great road. Listening to it makes people feel refreshed and enlightened.
"Welcome to the Lord of Dongzhen Ruins Blessed Land!"
In the next moment, a little bright light appeared, and countless light spots appeared.
Countless lights obscured his vision. When Jiang Wang regained his vision again, he saw a bright galaxy surging in the vast darkness in front of him!
And in front of the galaxy, there was a young man hanging.
This person has clear eyes, a high and straight nose, and a gentle expression that seems to be without any aggression. Only his slightly pursed lips show a hint of stubbornness. Apart from a Taoist robe of unknown material, there was no other decoration on his body.
Jiang Wang was stunned.
Because this young man is himself. Although the clothes were different and much cleaner and fresher than his current situation, how could he admit that he was wrong?
And he was "looking" at himself in a non-visual sense from an angle that he could not yet understand.
"Insufficient feedback from Daoyuan, the 19th level of the performance stage is sealed."
That gentle voice sounded again in the vast starry sky.
"The eighteenth level of the podium is sealed."
…
"Seal on the second floor of the podium."
Every time this sentence appears, the galaxy in front of me becomes dimmer.
Jiang Wang tried to understand everything he observed, and then heard:
"The seal of the third-grade sword theory platform."
"The seal of the fourth grade sword theory platform."
As before, it continued until "the seal of the Eighth Grade Sword Discussion Platform." It stopped.
Jiang Wang didn't understand the meaning of this, but he thought it had something to do with his low strength. The so-called "Lord of the blessed land of Dongzhen Ruins" should be Zuo Guanglie, not him.
At the same time, he observed a line of text floating in his sight that he had never seen before.
This character was completely different from the Zhuang character he had learned, and was extremely unfamiliar to him, but he clearly perceived the meaning of these characters.
"Gong: 1850 points."
While Jiang Wang was pondering, the self he "saw" suddenly took a step forward and became one with him.
This process was so short that it could almost be omitted. Jiang Wang moved his hands and feet, and everything was satisfactory. In this mysterious world, he finally has some kind of entity.
And at the next moment, the stars in the vast void suddenly began to churn, and a whole river of bright stars rushed towards him!
He was drowned in the stars.
Time seemed to have lost its meaning. When Jiang Wang came back to his senses, he had already appeared in a space filled with immortal energy, and many messages were flowing through his mind at the same time.
This is the world of Taixu Illusion, and the blessed land of Dongzhen Ruins where he is located is wrapped in this world.
The silver crescent moon he grabbed is called the virtual key, and it is the key to entering here. It uses the power of the lunar star to pull the host's spiritual consciousness into the illusion of Taixu.
All simulations here are no different from the real situation except that they will not cause damage to the host's physical body.
The Taoist stage is the place where the martial arts and Taoism are deduced, and the consumption required for the deduction is "gong".
The sword discussion platform is specially used to travel through the illusion of Taixu and compete with other practitioners.
The generation of "gong" mostly comes from battles. When fighting at the same level, if you win, your gong will be added, and if you lose, your gong will be deducted. There are corresponding bonuses for cross-level challenges.
In addition, there are some other ways. For example, the corresponding Cave Heaven Paradise will produce "gong" regularly.
Among the seventy-two blessed lands, Donghai Mountain, the lowest ranked blessed land, produces one hundred merits per month. Each time the thirty-six blessed lands are upgraded to a higher level, the production merit will be increased by ten. For each level of the thirty-six Blessed Lands, the production merit will be increased by one hundred.
The blessed land of Dongzhenxu occupied by Zuo Guanglie ranked twenty-third and could produce 1,850 gong per month.
This is Jiang Wang's current qualifications.
Although he didn't know the specific effect yet, Jiang Wang could already hear his own intense heartbeat.
This place...this place!
There seems to be a huge secret hidden in this world of brilliant stars.
Just the lecture platform and the sword discussion platform it displays unfold a vast and exciting world.
How magnificent it is to preach in a blessed land and discuss swords in a galaxy!
Before today, Jiang Wang had never even heard of its name.
His mind was agitated for a while, until he cast his eyes on the shadow of a sundial and saw this line of text:
The owner of the blessed land will accept the challenge from the master of the twenty-four green jade altars of the blessed land in fifteen days.
Failure will result in downgrade.
The five characters are as black as ink, and each word is like a thousand pieces of stone.
