Spiritual world, Mount Eternal Life.
This is not a famous mountain, and the spiritual veins it contains are not necessarily better than elsewhere, but because the Changsheng Sect is located here, it has become the center of the land with a radius of nearly a thousand miles.
Wen Zhicheng is the leader of the Changsheng Sect. He originally chose to establish the sect in the ordinary Changsheng Mountain because of a distant thought in his heart.
But as thousands of years passed, the sect grew stronger, and he grew from a humble foundation-building monk to a powerful god-former, and the thought in his heart gradually faded away.
On this day, the disciples on the main peak of Changsheng Mountain were driven away, leaving only the sect master Wen Zhicheng and the deputy sect master Lu Qing in the sect hall.
The Jingshen incense burned slowly, and the two stood facing each other in silence for a long time. In the end, Wen Zhicheng spoke first.
"After thousands of years, junior brother, have you still not given up?"
Lu Qing's white eyebrows trembled slightly, she looked up at the painting hung by the young man in green in the hall, and said with longing, "Brother, how can you let it go?"
"A fairy is hard to find, and a myth is out of reach. Junior brother, we really should let go. What you are doing now is too dangerous, and you are ruining your own great fairyland!"
Wen Zhicheng couldn't help but speak faster, with anxiety on his face.
Lu Qing shook his head gently and bowed to Wen Zhicheng, "Junior brother has made up his mind, I beg you to make it happen."
Then, he bowed deeply again.
Wen Zhicheng lowered his half-stretched hand.
"You, alas! That's all, that's all."
He waved his cloud sleeves, rode up a cloud, and left with a sigh.
Lu Qing watched his senior brother's back disappear into the clouds and mist, feeling guilty but with firm eyes.
He picked up the incense candle, knelt down respectfully on the futon, and knelt down to the portrait of his ancestor.
"Although my disciple is dull, my heart towards the Tao will not change in this life."
"The most virtuous and most majestic ancestor of longevity..."
The incense candles were burning for a long time, the smoke was lingering, and the chanting of the Sutra of Immortality gradually sounded in the hall.
Peaceful and meaningful.
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A big event happened in the extraordinary world recently. The sect leader Wen Zhicheng suddenly announced that he would start refining alchemy, and the one he was refining was a great elixir!
You know, the last time Sect Leader Wen made a great elixir was eight hundred years ago. That time, the God Transformation Pill was completed, and Sect Master Wen was successfully promoted to God Transformation with this pill, becoming the top monk in the world!
Could it be that Sect Master Wen has accumulated enough this time to attack the Mahayana?
The entire supernatural world was in a state of commotion. In today's world, four gods reign supreme in the Kingdom of God, and below them are several sixth-level invincibles.
If Wen Zhicheng can be promoted successfully, then there will undoubtedly be another Holy Land!
Earth Star Daxia Kingdom sent Annan Divine Envoy Feng Zhao, Yuexing Xianyue Palace's direct disciple Zhang Yue sent a greeting note, and Chen Shun, a disciple of the Spiritual Weapon Tower, also promised that he would come that day...
The world is turbulent.
As countless people watched, Changsheng Mountain opened its gate.
To everyone's surprise, Sect Leader Wen did not immediately refine the elixir, but instead invited representatives of many visiting powerful forces into a quiet room for talks.
No one knew what they discussed. After coming out of the quiet room, the representatives of the major forces all returned and left, and the gate of Changsheng Mountain was also closed.
Only the bewildered onlookers were left, and rumors suddenly spread.
A few months later, Changsheng Mountain opened its gate again, and Sect Leader Wen also refined the elixir.
It went well, but it was not Mahayana elixir, and Sect Leader Wen did not advance to Mahayana.
"Senior brother, why is this, why is this! How will the world view senior brother and the Changsheng Sect in the future!"
The crowd dispersed. In the main hall, Lu Qing, who had reached the early stage of becoming a god, was trembling and did not dare to accept the jade box handed over by the old man opposite.
"Junior brother, this huge sect was built brick by brick by you and me. Only you and me have the true inheritance of our ancestors."
"Nine turns to become an immortal is a forbidden method of the Immortality Scripture. It is said that the nine turns to become an immortal can make the ancestor lower his gaze and grant him an immortal treasure."
"Since junior brother you have put your life and death at risk and are determined to find the ancestor, senior brother, what does it matter if I give up a little respect? It's just a matter of lying low to the holy land of the Kingdom of God for hundreds of years."
"This golden elixir of the soul can protect your reincarnated soul from damage. Junior brother, just accept it."
Wen Zhicheng grabbed Lu Qing's hand and couldn't help but put the jade box on it.
"Junior Brother, when you are reincarnated, Senior Brother, I will guide you back! Continue your journey to immortality!"
Lu Qing said nothing, held the jade box tightly, and bowed to Wen Zhicheng for a long time.
Five years later.
A golden light rises from the secondary peak of Changsheng Mountain into the sky, the sea of clouds surges, and the spiritual energy surges thousands of miles away. Wen Zhicheng rang the big bell and announced that deputy sect leader Lu Qing had succeeded in attacking the middle stage of divine transformation and began to retreat to stabilize his cultivation.
In October of the same year, Wen Zhicheng called a group of true disciples, and after giving them guidance on spiritual practice difficulties, he quietly descended from Changsheng Mountain alone.
Time is water that cannot be held in the palm of your hand.
No one knew that a great monk in the late stage of divine transformation, known as the fifth-level peak power in the world, had already entered the world, sleeping in the open air, walking with birds and beasts in the wilderness.
Wen Zhicheng used the hand-pinching induction method to search for stars for 13 years and traveled hundreds of thousands of miles, and finally walked into a small fishing village by the river.
"Grandpa, is this for me?"
In the dilapidated wooden boat, the thin little boy stood up quickly and faced the white-faced steamed buns handed to him by the old man. His stomach growled after being hungry for several days.
Wen Zhi's long white eyebrows trembled, and his eyes were full of pity.
"It's for you, kid. Eat it quickly."
"Thank you, grandpa, thank you!"
The little boy first bent down to thank him, then picked up the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth eagerly.
"Child, what's your name? Where are your parents?" Wen Zhicheng asked softly.
"Well, I don't have any parents. People say I came from the river." The boy swallowed the steamed bun and scooped up a handful of river water to drink.
"I don't have a name either. People said that when I floated here, I had a jade pendant on my body. Unfortunately, half of it was broken, and the remaining half was the character Lu. So everyone called me Bass."
"I see that you live by the river and your water quality is not bad. Why are you still hungry? Are there not many fish here?" Wen Zhicheng asked doubtfully.
"Grandpa, you are from outside, you don't know. The river here is managed by Iron Knife, and the fish and shrimp in the river are of course theirs. We can only fish in the water during the time specified by them. If you are caught fishing secretly, you will be punished. Very miserable.”
The boy's body trembled, as if he thought of something terrible.
Wen Zhicheng sighed inwardly and said gently: "My child, do you want to become an immortal?"
The boy was stunned, "Is he a big shot who can fly around in the sky?"
He remembered that a very dashing and dashing man once landed from the sky. At that time, the entire Iron Knife Gang knelt on the ground. The formidable gang leader hunched over his back and waited on the man's side, smiling like an old dog.
While he was hiding in the reeds, he heard the man claiming to be a Foundation Establishment Immortal.
"Yes, immortal cultivators can fly in the sky." Wen Zhicheng said with a smile.
"After cultivating immortality, can I become a foundation-building immortal?" The boy's eyes shone with anticipation.
"Well, it will be much more powerful than the foundation building stage." Wen Zhicheng was stunned and answered affirmatively.
"Then I want to become an immortal!" The boy nodded excitedly.
A year later, a young cultivator appeared on the main peak of Changsheng Mountain.
No disciple understood why the sect master named him the deputy sect master and taught him by his side at all times.
Amid the probing, questioning, and envious eyes, Lu Qing recited the Sutra of Immortality every day and meditated for ten years.
He feels that this place is very familiar, and the exercises here are also very friendly. Of course, his favorite thing to do is to pay homage to the portrait of the ancestor in the main hall every day.
"The most virtuous and mighty immortal ancestor!"
Lu Qing kowtowed devoutly. The young man in the portrait stood on the Golden Bridge with a peaceful smile, and he felt calm.
After three years of foundation building, ten years of elixir formation, and a hundred years of Nascent Soul, in just one hundred and sixty years, Lu Qing became a peak Nascent Soul monk, and his cultivation level jumped to the third person in the Changsheng Mountain!
No one questioned Lu Qing anymore, and more people became curious.
If the deputy sect leader goes into seclusion and goes out into the mountains, what will the sect leader do with this little Lu Qing?
"A hundred years have suddenly seemed like a dream, and today I have realized my true self. Thank you so much, senior brother, for guiding me!"
In the main hall, Lu Qing's face was young and handsome, but his eyes revealed the vicissitudes of life.
"Congratulations, junior brother, for breaking the mystery of reincarnation. This matter should come to light!"
Wen Zhicheng, who was getting older, laughed loudly, waved his hands, and poured wine for the two of them.
"Nine times to become an immortal, it's still early to succeed!" Lu Qing sighed with emotion, raised his wine glass and drank with his senior brother.
The next day, Wen Zhicheng rang the big bell and announced that the deputy sect leader was leaving seclusion. Lu Qing dressed up and showed up at the sermon hall. Then he told everyone that he was destined to meet little Lu Qing and that he would take him on a trip down the mountain in the near future.
After arranging the affairs of the sect and reaching the threshold of reincarnation, Lu Qing was reincarnated again.
With a lifetime of experience, he could barely control the range within a million miles this time.
Wen Zhicheng quietly went down the mountain again.
In the second life, Lu Qing was reincarnated into a wealthy family. When he was 16 years old, he was found by Wen Zhicheng and brought back to the sect.
In the third life, Lu Qing was reincarnated into a family of cultivators and was sent to the local Wusanmen at a young age. When Wen Zhicheng found him, Lu Qing was established as the heir to the sect at the age of 13 due to his outstanding talent.
In order to take Lu Qing away, Wen Zhicheng also spent a lot of effort.
In the fourth life, the village where Lu Qing was born was attacked by bandits. When Wen Zhicheng arrived, Lu Qing was already dead on the spot.
Wen Zhicheng burned his soul and fought with the messengers of the dead who came to collect the soul for two days and two nights, and finally left with Lu Qing's soul.
The fifth life...
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The eighth life.
On the towering Changsheng Mountain, Lu Qing supported Wen Zhicheng and stood side by side facing the rising sun.
"Nine turns to become an immortal, one turn and one calamity. In the ninth life, the past is gone, the secrets of heaven are covered in dust, and the golden elixir of the soul cannot protect your soul from damage."
"As for me, senior brother, my life is about to end, and I can no longer welcome you, junior brother."
Wen Zhicheng's face is old, his skin is like the bark of a dead tree, and bluish mana is constantly escaping from his body surface.
Lu Qing looked sad, knowing that this was a sign that his senior brother had run out of gas and energy, and that his eighth life had taken away too much of his lifespan.
"Senior brother, I..." Lu Qing's throat moved, but she didn't know what to say.
Senior brother's kindness is comparable to mountains and seas.
"Ahem, don't do this." Wen Zhicheng raised his hand to stop Lu Qing's movements.
"Actually, senior brother sometimes admires and envy you, junior brother. Senior brother has followed the footsteps of the ancestor for thousands of years, but later on, his spirit was softened by time."
"Junior brother, you are very good, really very good! Nine Transformations into Immortals, you have to succeed! When the day when the Patriarch drops his gaze, help me say hello to him."
"Let's just say that Wen Zhicheng, the disciple of Changsheng Palace, came to see the ancestor."
Lu Qing took a deep breath and nodded solemnly, "Senior brother, don't worry, this is your wish, and it is also my wish. We will definitely succeed!"
Another three years.
This time, Wen Zhicheng did not ring the bell.
He stood in the Palace of Eternal Life, watching Lu Qing leave with turbid eyes, but Lu Qing did not look back.
"Nine times to become an immortal, nine times to die without regrets!"
Once you leave, it means goodbye forever.
