"The fourth floor?"
Xuan Qingzi whispered.
Those who can step into the fourth level of formlessness represent an outstanding perseverance of mind. This kind of people will never be disturbed by external temptations. They are most suitable for becoming a monk and realizing Taoism. Of course, they are also the top level of mind for cultivating immortals.
After Xuan Qingzi sighed with emotion, he suddenly thought of something. He looked at his senior brother, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Senior brother, does this mean that Ling Xiao's obsession with money is beyond our expectations?"
Xuanjizi was quite happy at first, but after hearing these words, the expression on his face suddenly stiffened.
After a long time.
Xuanjizi pursed his lips and said: "A gentleman loves money and gets it in a right way. I believe he understands this truth."
…
Deep palace, royal palace.
Ling Xiao was wearing a dragon robe and sitting on the throne. His body inadvertently revealed a domineering attitude that looked down on the world.
In front of the hall, there were hundreds of civil and military officials kneeling on their knees.
Beside her are thousands of beloved harem beauties.
He looked coldly at the country outside the palace, feeling a sense of complacency in his heart.
"Sure enough, choice is more important than hard work! Now that I have seized the throne of the Northern Liang Kingdom and commanded all the people in the world, why should I miss the illusory path to immortality?"
"Farming? Bah!"
"It's just that the Beiliang Palace looks exactly like the Forbidden City in the TV series?"
…
The violent strong wind blew thousands of miles into the sky.
Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao.
He stands in the clouds, with all the gods and Buddhas prostrate behind him, and at his feet are the people of the world who are worshiping him. He raises his hand to make the sun rise, and waves his hand to make it set. The laws of heaven and earth, and all living things, are all within his single thought!
"Wanzai Youyou..."
He sighed.
After thousands of years of hard work, he finally stood at the pinnacle of immortality!
…
"I'm hit! I'm hit!"
In an old rental house, Ling Xiao was holding a lottery ticket, shaking with excitement and bursting into tears!
"One hundred million! Hahaha..."
Ling Xiao danced and shouted, then suddenly realized what was happening. He covered his mouth and rolled his eyes around, fearing that the walls had ears, but he still couldn't suppress the snickering from between his fingers.
At this time, the mobile phone rang.
Ling Xiao answered the call and asked subconsciously: "Mr. Li, what's wrong?"
"Ling Xiao, have you finished the fucking plan? The client has been pressing for a long time! I can't come up with a plan all day long, why did I recruit a useless waste like you..."
A familiar roar came from the receiver.
Ling Xiao shivered and subconsciously wanted to smile, but suddenly his eyes caught sight of the lottery ticket.
In an instant, a rush of blood rushed to his forehead. He jumped up and yelled into the microphone: "I have changed the plan 13 times. Do you like it or not? Today is the weekend and your father is not at work. If you have the ability, fire you." Daddy, fuck!”
Hang up, shut down, the operation is smooth and smooth.
Ling Xiao couldn't help but moan.
"Cool!"
He was definitely going to be fired now, but he didn't care.
He couldn't help but pick up the lottery ticket again and checked the numbers one by one. After confirming that they were correct, he couldn't hide his excitement and lay on the table, sobbing silently.
…
"The...sixth floor was also broken?!"
In the small courtyard, Xuan Qingzi and Xuan Jizi's expressions changed greatly.
As the old tree sheds its seventh leaf, it also means that Ling Xiao has entered the seventh level of illusion.
"In the history of our sect, no one has ever set foot on the seventh level of the Formless. That is the final test!" Xuan Qingzi trembled with excitement and muttered to himself, finding it difficult to remain calm.
Although Xuanjizi next to him looked calm on the surface, the slight enthusiasm flashing on his face betrayed his inner excitement.
Stepping into the seventh level of illusion shows that Ling Xiao's determination is so strong that it can no longer be described as outstanding. It is simply one of a million, unheard of!
…
In a quiet mountain village, Ling Xiao woke up from a good night's sleep.
He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling and couldn't help but turn his head.
Beside the pillow, there was an ordinary woman lying, still sleeping.
Ling Xiao was in a daze on the bed for a while, then murmured: "What a long dream..."
Cultivation, spiritual planting, nourishment, talismans, and body training!
Beiliang Kingdom, Qingfengguan, Hongyi Sect, Zifengtai!
Xiao Zi, Shi Yu, Xuan Ji Zi, Hu Tao'er, the girl in white...
Everything is just a dream.
"Haha, I'm so stupid! There's no such thing as cultivating immortals or practicing Taoism in this world. I should really read less novels in the future to avoid having random thoughts all day long..."
He climbed out of bed, stretched, brushed his teeth and washed his face.
He resigned from the big city last month and returned home. He gave up his dream of being a small person and chose to be a glorious farmer in the village.
"My parents are old and can no longer do much farm work. Coming back can not only reduce my parents' burden, but also spend more time with them, killing two birds with one stone."
"What's more, the country's rural policies are getting better and better, and there is a lot of potential in farming. Why go to the city and suffer from those nonsense!"
Ling Xiao was thinking as he walked towards the vegetable garden.
There is no pressure from your boss, no intrigues among colleagues, and no breathless pressure from big cities. You can enjoy life quietly and spend time with your family. What else is there to be dissatisfied about?
Standing at the door of the vegetable garden, Ling Xiao was about to open the door and enter, when he suddenly stopped.
From the moment he woke up, he felt something was wrong.
In the end, what's wrong?
This question was so important that Ling Xiao simply ignored it and just stood there stupidly, thinking hard.
Before going out, I had prepared breakfast for my parents and wife, put out the chickens and ducks, and brought the tools for growing vegetables. What was wrong?
Ling Xiao scratched his head and scratched his head, racking his brains to think.
Normally, Ling Xiao would not waste his time, just forget it.
But he had a vague feeling that what was wrong today was too important. If he didn't find the root of the problem, he would never feel at ease in his life!
What's wrong?
Why didn't anyone tell me?
Ling Xiao's face showed deep anger and stubbornness. He couldn't help but raise his hoe and slammed it on the ground!
say!
Tell me what's wrong!
"Speak! Speak! Speak..."
Ling Xiao pounded the ground with all his strength, throwing mud and grass debris everywhere. He was breathing heavily, and suddenly his words stopped and he stopped moving.
Yes, why don't you talk?
I understand.
"hehe……"
A faint smile suddenly sounded in his ears, and then the peaceful rural scene in front of him burst like a bubble again.
Ling Xiao found that he was in an endless space, filled with darkness and lightlessness. The strange thing was that he could clearly see the old Taoist priest in tatters in front of him.
"You're still here? I want to go home and farm..."
He was helpless.
The seemingly endless fantasy not only made him feel tired, but also made him extremely anxious.
I don’t know how much time passed.
If several days passed at once, it would be great fun!
The manor has been left unattended for so long, which will inevitably affect the harvest!
"My child, you have broken out of the formless realm and are in the illusion created by the poor Taoist remnant soul." The old Taoist priest said with a smile, looked at him, and his kind expression instantly turned a little helpless, "You are Are you a disciple of Qingfeng Temple? Why don't you wear Taoist robes? Could it be that the inheritance of this temple has been..."
Ling Xiao was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "I am the 14th generation lay disciple of Qingfeng Temple, not a ordained monk. Who are you?"
"Lay disciple! So that's it..."
The old Taoist priest suddenly understood, smiled again, and said, "Then you should have heard of me. I call myself Qingfengzi!"
"What?!"
Ling Xiao was stunned.
Qingfengzi, the founder of Qingfengguan? !
