The smoke curled up in the carriage, surrounding and steaming, but it dispersed and became increasingly hazy.
An Qisheng stared at Gong Yangyan and spoke calmly.
Although he had only been in this world for more than ten days, for An Qisheng, it was already a long time.
His aura has already transcended the ordinary world. Ordinary people need to read and remember the information over and over again, but he only needs to scan it and it is all in his heart.
Things that ordinary people may not be able to master even if they take thousands of years, he can master them all at the snap of his fingers, and even innovate on them.
And it will not change due to changes in the strength of the spiritual machine.
This is the 'realm does not fall'.
Not to mention, there is also the help of the Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Boy, the son of destiny from the Three-Heart Realm.
Even though the nightmare hydra ancestor cut off his path to cultivation with a great curse, his potential is extremely high, even if it is difficult to improve his rank.
There are also all kinds of miracles.
With his help, during these ten days or so, An Qisheng compared the practice systems of other worlds and had a vague idea of the path he could take in this world.
However, he has always been determined to walk on thin ice and do brave and diligent things.
Before you can truly practice it, you have to give it another try.
Gong Yangyan, who is nearly 300 years old, has been deeply infected by the inspiration, but is not going to die soon. Gongyang Yan, who is about to condense the great elixir, is naturally the best choice.
"ah?"
Gong Yangyan was stunned. He didn't know what An Qisheng was thinking, but he couldn't help but feel a little hopeful after hearing this.
If he were the former Taoist Hongxuan, he would probably not believe it, but this time he met, his sect leader had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Maybe, it really can?
No one can truly see through life and death. Although he has lived for nearly three hundred years, he does not want to die.
"These days, I have been thinking about the method of practice and have gained a lot of insights."
An Qi was always calm and calm, and there seemed to be a sense of truth in his tone, which made Gong Yangyan's distracting thoughts dissipate and he could concentrate.
This feeling is very strange. It seems that in front of me and in my mind, only the voice of my sect master is echoing, and there are no distracting thoughts.
"Master..."
Gong Yangyan's heart trembled, and in a daze, he felt that the Tao Yun was permeating the air, and there was an indescribable touch.
"Taoism, Buddhism, demons, ghosts, Confucianism, and even gods all have different methods of practice. They are very different from each other. However, they also have something in common..."
An Qisheng spoke slowly, but looked at the dragon of fragrant mist lingering between his fingers.
There was a subtle flash in his eyes.
The void is not the void in ordinary people's eyes, but an extremely complex and almost endless line of inspiration.
This endless line of inspiration runs through everything, reaches endlessly, runs through everything, and yet intertwines vertically and horizontally to form all things.
In the human world infected by a wisp of spiritual power, the spiritual power can still be peeled off, but in this immortal world, it is absolutely impossible.
The spiritual power of this world is the most fundamental foundation for the structure of everything in the world. No one can avoid it, and nothing can avoid it.
"yes......"
Gong Yangyan felt that his mind and heart were being affected by the words. All the past events were passing by in front of his eyes, and he actually understood what his sect master said:
"It's spiritual energy..."
"That's right. Thousands of magic tricks, all kinds of magical powers, all the cultivation methods in the world, regardless of gods, demons and ghosts, are all formed by spiritual inspiration. The same is true for magical powers."
An Qisheng nodded slightly and spoke unhurriedly, which also aroused Gong Yangyan's thoughts.
After cultivating to the current state, words are no longer just words.
His words and deeds are all reflected in his Tao Yuan. If you listen to them directly, your soul will be affected by the words.
Remembering is only the basics, and it will also trigger his own thoughts, and based on his knowledge, he can come up with the optimal solution that suits him.
This is no longer a heart-to-heart connection, but more similar to what practitioners say...
Enlightenment!
Gong Yangyan nodded as if he didn't understand, but his heart couldn't help but be immersed in it, recalling all the things in this life.
Contact with magical techniques, magical powers, various unique copies, and even misinterpretations of magical powers in some legends.
Faintly, there is a sense of sudden enlightenment.
"Cultivation is never just practice, nor is it just action. I prefer to call it knowledge and practice. Knowing, then doing, until knowing and doing are unified.
Thousands of spells and magical powers. If you don't understand the secret, you will get twice the result with half the effort. If you understand it and then practice it and prove it, you can achieve higher things. "
An Qisheng's eyes flashed with ripples, but what Gong Yangyan couldn't see was that the three-hearted blue soul boy also climbed out at some point.
Squatting on An Qisheng's shoulders, he listened quietly.
"...all the spirits in the world have their own spiritual energy stored in their bodies. The same is true for plants and trees, and the same is true for people. And because of the amount of spiritual energy, people have higher and lower talents. Grass and trees also have mortal spiritual species and grades. .
Therefore, the word talent is actually extremely wonderful and wonderful. "
"Of course, it also involves the type of spiritual connection and the composition of the soul..."
As he said that, An Qisheng glanced at Gong Yang Yan, who seemed to understand something but not clearly: "And if you divide your talent into various levels, you can be considered a genius.
Entering the Tao is not your limit. "
"Ah? Sect Master, you, you got it wrong. Me, what kind of genius am I?"
Gong Yangyan shuddered and suddenly woke up. Hearing this, he immediately smiled bitterly and shook his head: "If I were a genius, I'd be afraid that geniuses would be everywhere in the world."
He was a little flattered.
I was more surprised than happy.
He joined the Hunyi sect very early, but his cultivation was far inferior to that of the old sect masters who started at the same time.
Even with the latter's care for many years, he could only manage to cultivate the Dao with the accumulation of resources, and it was impossible to condense the elixir.
If this is a genius, then what are those geniuses who were born into Taoism in the Great Zhou Dynasty?
"Being able to set foot on the path of spiritual practice is already considered extraordinary in itself. But..."
An Qisheng flicked his finger, and the dragon of fragrant mist that was moving around his finger was shattered by it, turning into the last wisp of fragrance and sinking into his body:
"Although a genius is a genius, you are not a genius who practices Taoism. In other words, you are not suitable for cultivating Taoism."
"ah?"
Gong Yangyan was startled, and then he realized the meaning of his sect leader's words. The four-foot-tall old body couldn't help but tremble.
He couldn't help his throat rolling, and his voice was a little dry: "Master, please don't joke, I, I have practiced diligently for nearly three hundred years, why, why am I not suitable for practicing Taoism?
If I am not suitable, how can I join the Hunyi sect? "
Cultivation sects have extremely strict rules for recruiting disciples. Those who can join the sect must either be rich or powerful, or have a great connection with the sect. At worst, they must be talented and superior to others.
Although he himself was able to become a disciple because of his old master, but if he was not suitable for practicing Taoism at all, it would be absolutely impossible for him to become a disciple.
“It’s not suitable, of course it’s just not suitable.”
An Qisheng shook his head slightly: "Have you ever wondered why Angzang's body, which was seven feet tall at the time, shrunk after entering the Taoism and became less than four feet tall now?"
All things in this world are structured by spiritual machines. Because of spiritual machines, they are distinguished from superior to inferior, from immortal to mortal.
However, the wisdom is profound, and the sea is full of rivers, including Taoism, Buddhism, gods, demons, ghosts, and the mighty river of Confucianism.
And so on, so complicated.
Therefore, the inspirations that all things fit together are also ever-changing and different.
If the nature is not compatible, even if you are a genius, you will be overwhelmed by everyone. It can be reversed without hard work.
Acting by force is like burning firewood with water or quenching thirst with fire. Not only is it useless, but it is harmful.
Just like this Gongyang Yan.
He used to be tall and tall, but now, he has become so thin. Of course, it is not because of old age and weak muscles.
As his thoughts turned, An Qisheng changed the topic and looked at him deeply: "Perhaps, you have never been obsessed at all?"
"This, this is impossible?!"
Gong Yangyan stood up suddenly, his old body less than four feet trembling.
How come he didn't think about it?
Over the past two hundred years, he has thought about his changes more than once, and has also visited many experts.
But everyone said that he went crazy because of that incident.
"No, no."
Gong Yangyan looked up at An Qisheng, who was sitting cross-legged in the carriage, and was surprised: "I have never heard of a monk like me..."
He was doubtful, but in his heart, he believed it.
Since he started practicing, no matter how hard he worked, he was still far behind the other brothers who started practicing together.
It is clear that during the entrance examination, their talents are almost the same.
"How many monks have you seen in your life?"
An Qisheng was speechless.
For more than ten days, he had been dreaming about Gongyang Yan.
This little old man has lived for nearly three hundred years, but his footprints are limited to Anning Mansion. He rarely goes out, so he has not seen many monks.
Even if there are people in the world who are in the same situation as him, how can he know?
"Well......"
Gong Yangyan was speechless, but he cursed in his heart, how many have you seen?
"Whether you believe it or not will be confirmed in the future. Now, you can only believe me."
An Qisheng tapped his cuffs with his fingers, and a stream of light drifted out from the 'dust mirror', turning into a lit 'spiritual dragon incense'.
The little old man couldn't help but puff out smoke as he surrounded his three-inch penis:
"Although you haven't condensed the elixir yet, you have some expectations about your lifespan, right? How many years do you think you have left?"
Gong Yangyan's expression suddenly dimmed and stayed.
If he cannot cultivate magical powers and condense golden elixirs in one day, even if he has entered Taoism and even if he further condenses elixirs, his lifespan will never exceed the three hundred lifespan of a mortal.
Although he cannot calculate his final day as accurately as the golden elixir monk, he has lived for nearly three hundred years.
Even if there is no illness or disaster, I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to live for more than three hundred years.
"well."
Thoughts flashed through his mind, the little old man let out a long sigh, and then looked at An Qisheng with complicated eyes: "The master has said so much, is there something he wants me to do?"
He was not stupid, or in other words, An Qisheng had no intention of hiding it from him.
Naturally, he also guessed that An Qisheng must have another purpose for saying this.
"good."
An Qisheng told him frankly: "I have a problem in my mind, but I need Mr. Yan's help. If it works, it may be a blessing. If it doesn't, there will be huge consequences."
An Qisheng had no intention of hiding it, although he knew that Gong Yangyan would never refuse.
"Since the sect master has something to ask for, how can I not obey it?"
Gong Yangyan did not hesitate, nodded and responded: "It's just that I hope that the master of the sect can avenge this great revenge for me by joining the sect."
An Qisheng put his hands together, and before moving to his Dantian, he met Gong Yangyan's gaze and nodded:
"That's how it should be."
Hearing this, Gong Yangyan breathed a sigh of relief: "In this way, even if you die a few years early, it won't matter."
"...You can't die. If you die, I will break into the Fengdu Ghost Country and pull you out."
An Qisheng was also speechless, but the little old man didn't believe him at all.
"hey-hey."
Gong Yangyan touched his nose and smiled awkwardly, and then asked curiously: "Master, you said that I am not suitable for practicing Taoism, so what kind of cultivation am I suitable for?"
He was doubtful about what An Qisheng said, but he was still curious, or in other words, he had hope.
Could it be that he is really a genius, but he just can't cultivate the Dharma and is delaying himself by practicing one discipline?
Phew~
An Qisheng smiled and said nothing, looking out along the car curtain that was lifted by the wind.
The fierce wind and snow tore through the thick fog, and amid the heavy snow, the endless mountain line in the distance was visible:
"arrive."
