Cheng Ling left the Luochen Continent and did not fly directly towards the depths of the Zhongyuan Continent. After passing through the sea area between the island group and Wuwang Sea, he stopped, landed on the ground and walked forward instead.
It has been a long time since my cultivation reached the perfection of Daluo Jinxian, but I have been unable to improve again because of insufficient understanding of the way of heaven. Walking slowly on the ground can not only appreciate the scenery of the mainland, but also completely integrate into this world and understand the way of heaven.
What is the way of heaven? So why? Heaven refers to the universe, the universe is heaven, Tao is the law, and the Tao of Heaven is the law of the universe! There are three thousand Taoisms, and everything in the universe has its own unique Tao. There is no "reason" in this Tao, and of course the Tao of Heaven is unreasonable.
So what is the right way for you?
As Cheng Ling walked, he kept thinking in his mind, and various insights about heaven flashed one by one. Time will pass, a year has four seasons, people are born, old, sick and die, mountains and rivers rise and fall sometimes, everything is the same, everything in the world has its own uniqueness, but they have something in common.
So what do they have in common?
Unconsciously, I walked day after day, the seasons changed, and nothing changed. It thundered, letting the thunder shine wantonly in the sky; it rained, and the majestic raindrops fell, without any resistance, letting the whole body get soaked; the strong wind swept across, and the snowflakes danced...!
Suddenly, he had a kind of understanding in his heart, and this understanding became deeper and deeper. Birth, old age, illness and death, ups and downs, it seems that this kind of breath exists in everyone. Not only that, but also flowers, plants, trees, mountains, rivers, stars and the universe.
Gradually, there was a bang in his mind, and his eyes flashed with unimaginable light. At this moment, he felt his soul slowly rising upwards. In the process of slowly rising into the sky, I saw almost the entire continent, saw countless mortal monks, and saw all living beings, and they all had that kind of aura.
This kind of aura was like the rules of heaven. Cheng Ling subconsciously wanted to trace the origin of this rule.
Slowly, a mysterious aura rose up from his body, and his soul soared higher and higher. He saw the Wuwu Sea, the island group, the Black Demon Abyss, and a large boundless continent.
The mysterious aura spread out and spread around. At this moment, the middle-aged monk who had been tracking Cheng Ling passed by at high speed, and suddenly felt the aura. He suddenly let out a startled cry, with a look of great interest in his eyes.
"In the southern border area, there are actually monks with such profound insights. Unfortunately, the cultivation level of the people who realize the insights is too low, and the way of heaven is vast. How can we trace the source with just one insight. If we continue to pursue, the soul will leave the body, and there will be hundreds of them. For ten thousand years, there is no chance of recovery.”
"But even if we come back, our physical body will have long since decayed. That's all, acquaintance is fate. I hope you can help me through enlightenment!" After saying that, the middle-aged monk gently tapped towards the illusory soul that was constantly rising into the sky.
Cheng Ling suddenly felt as if his body had been pushed hard by someone. His rising soul instantly returned to his body and regained consciousness. His whole body trembled slightly, he felt dizzy, and his mental energy was exhausted.
"It was too dangerous just now. I didn't expect to understand the way of heaven, and I unknowingly consumed all my mental power. If the senior hadn't woken up in time, not to mention continuing to pursue the way of heaven, even my own soul would have failed, and at least my soul would have suffered. Damage, heavy responsibility and becoming an unconscious vegetative state!"
"It's a pity that the senior has left. I haven't even learned his name, and there is no way to repay my kindness. I hope to meet again in the future. Although the previous insights were interrupted, the barriers to the Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal Stage are there. It’s a little loose, that’s all, let’s restore the mental energy consumption first!”
He found a secret place beside the road, casually set down a few hidden restrictions, and restored the consumed mental power. Things in this world are always destined. The middle-aged monk did not know that the monk he had been searching for for a long time was the Cheng Ling he had just rescued.
After five days, my mental strength was completely restored. After feeling it carefully, I found that it was a little better than before, and even the nine-turn divine mind technique was about to break through to the sixth turn.
He was ecstatic in his heart and said to himself: "Time flies. I didn't expect that more than a year has passed so quickly. My understanding of the way of heaven has made great progress, and it should not be improved in a short time. That's all, haste makes waste, first look for nearby Let’s explore the path to the center of Zhongyuan Continent!”
At that moment, he stood up and flew forward along the avenue. Feeling that walking and flying in the air were beneficial to him, he still did not use sword control.
He didn't know that just by relying on these few inadvertent actions, he could perfectly avoid the crisis. The middle-aged monk searched for more than two years, but still could not find a monk who used sword control. He gradually became discouraged and returned to his sect!
After flying along the avenue for more than ten days, there were gradually more monks on the road. Cheng Ling knew that there should be a gathering place for monks ahead, either a city or a market. Sure enough, within a few hours, I saw a city standing in front of me in the distance.
He lowered himself to the ground and walked toward the city. This place is very far away from the island group, but looking at the cultivation of the surrounding monks, Cheng Ling speculated that it should still be in the southern border of Zhongyuan Continent. After paying the fee of one hundred low-grade immortal crystals to enter the city, he walked into it.
The city is not big, but it is very prosperous inside, with many shops and many monks. Cheng Ling originally planned to find a Xianxi Tower to rest for a while, but as soon as he arrived at the entrance of Xianxi Tower, his nose smelled a faint sweet fragrance.
Following the source of the sweet fragrance, I saw a street stall on the edge of the long street. There were a lot of miscellaneous things piled up on the stall, and the stall owner was a middle-aged monk in his forties. He had a sinewy face and a huge body. At first glance, he was not a talkative person.
At this time, several monks were surrounding the stall, bargaining with the stall owner.
The monk in the middle said in disbelief: "Fellow Immortal, you said that this 'Polar Hand' only requires one million immortal crystals. Are you serious?"
"Naturally, as long as you keep the fairy crystal, this herb will be yours. However, once the items in our store are sold, they will not be returned or exchanged. This herb is extremely precious. If I hadn't urgently needed the fairy crystal, it would only cost me a million low-grade fairy crystals. I really don’t want to sell it.”
The monk on the left encouraged him: "Brother Zhao, such a good opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we weren't shy in our pockets, this polar hand would have snatched it first."
Brother Zhao reached out and picked up the bergamot-like herb, placed it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. The stall owner suddenly became nervous. While the monk surnamed Zhao focused his attention on the herbs, he secretly glanced at the two monks beside him.
On the right side of the monk surnamed Zhao was a female monk who was quite pretty. She rolled her watery eyes and said in a cooing voice: "Brother Zhao, if you hesitate, why don't you lend me hundreds of thousands of fairy crystals? Your hands are really precious, give them to me!"
The monk surnamed Zhao was a little moved and was about to speak when he heard a voice behind him shouting: "Wait a minute!"
The three of them turned around and saw a monk in his twenties, wearing purple robes, walking over, his eyes fixed on the Polar Hand in the hand of monk surnamed Zhao.
This person is none other than Cheng Ling. He had already seen that the stall owner and the two monks named Zhao were in the same group, and the herb was not Polar Hand at all but Bergamot Ginseng. It was obviously a game played by the three of them to get Zhao. The monk suffered a secret loss.
The names of the two herbs, Polar Hand and Bergamot Ginseng, are different, but their appearance is similar. It is difficult for ordinary monks to distinguish them. The value of the two can be said to be worlds apart.
The Polar Hand is extremely precious. It can only be cultivated in the far north, where it is covered with ice and snow for a long time. Its main function is to help monks improve their souls, and it is also very helpful in damaging their spiritual consciousness.
Although bergamot ginseng is also very rare, it is only a third-grade immortal grass that can be used to refine bergamot pills to replenish the monks' immortal energy consumption. It is conceivable that if monk surnamed Zhao bought this bergamot plant, he would probably lose all his money. Cheng Ling couldn't bear it for a moment and spoke out to dissuade him.
The monk surnamed Zhao looked at Cheng Ling in confusion and said, "What advice does this immortal friend have?"
Cheng Ling then said: "Fellow Immortal, there is something fishy about this herb. Can you let me take a look?"
The monk surnamed Zhao readily agreed and handed over the Buddha's Hand. The faces of the stall owner and the two monks beside him changed. The stall owner's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he stared at Cheng Ling with a clear warning.
Cheng Ling didn't care. He picked up the bergamot ginseng and looked at it for a moment before saying, "This bergamot ginseng is good. I want it. Is ten thousand low-grade fairy crystals enough?"
The monk surnamed Zhao was stunned and kindly reminded him: "My dear friend, this is the Hand of the Pole. Have you read it wrong?"
The stall owner's face darkened, and he threatened: "Boy, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. How can such a treasure be bought by ten thousand low-grade immortal crystals?"
Among the four people in the field, the monk surnamed Zhao and the stall owner were in the middle stage of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal. The two next to them were in the early stage of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal. Only Cheng Ling had the lowest cultivation level and Daluo Jinxian was the perfect one. Therefore, the stall owner didn't take it seriously. If he didn't know what was good, he wouldn't mind sending Cheng Ling to the city law enforcement team.
Cheng Ling pretended not to understand at all and said in surprise: "No, the polar hand medicine is cold in nature and will emit a slight chill when exposed to fire. Bergamot is a wood-based herb that will gradually wither when exposed to fire. We only need to Try it out and you’ll be able to tell the difference between true and false soon.”
After saying that, without waiting for the three people to object, he took out a fireball talisman from the storage ring and released it immediately. Sure enough, under the burning of the talisman fire, the ginseng tendrils of the herb gradually turned black, and the back was directly rolled into a ball.
The face of the monk surnamed Zhao changed, he stared at the stall owner fiercely and said: "My dear friend, passing off inferior goods as good ones, is this your business method?"
When the stall owner saw that his trick was discovered, he did not panic. Instead, he looked at Cheng Ling coldly and said, "Boy, you are meddling in your own business and ruining my good deeds. You must be careful when you go out of the city in the future, in case you encounter any robbers. Don’t blame me for not reminding you.”
The monk surnamed Zhao was furious and cursed: "You are so brave. You just cheated and cheated on yourself, but you actually threatened you. As long as Zhao informs the city law enforcement of the matter, we will see if you can stay in the city."
The stall owner smiled coldly and said: "Have I ever said that this herb is the hand of the polar region? You have always believed it, and you are not afraid even if you report it to the law enforcement office in the city."
The monk surnamed Zhao was stunned for a moment. He thought carefully and realized that the stall owner had never said that the herb was the hand of the polar region. In an instant, he came to his senses, looked at the man and woman beside him with evil eyes, and said calmly: "Brother Li, Fairy Bi Tong, it turns out that this is how it is, these two fairy friends are killing Zhao like a withered sheep, now Please remember, the mountains are high and the rivers are far away, there will be a time to see you again!"
