Twenty years ago, Lingding Island in Wuwuhai Sea in the underworld was filled with gloomy air and lonely as usual. The third young master, Wushu, rarely walked out of the hall. He put his hands behind his hands and looked at the sea in the distance, with many thoughts on his mind.
The person accompanying him was his confidant Gui Jiang Gong Qi, who observed his words and asked softly: "Young Master, your calamity is about to end, why are you still so depressed?"
"Everyone has obsessions, and there are always some things that are difficult to let go of. I am no exception. The sea is calm, but my mood is always hard to calm down."
Gong Qi knew what he was referring to and sighed inwardly. At this moment, the ghost servant came to report that Mr. Niu was visiting. Wushu frowned, "It's been a hundred years since anyone from the underworld has set foot on Lingding Island. What kind of evil wind is blowing when Lao Niu comes today?"
Mr. Niu's face was full of joy and he greeted Wushu. After greetings, he sat down and chatted all over the world without mentioning any serious matters. Wushu became a little impatient and served tea. Mr. Niu saw that he was chasing away the guests and stood up, "Young Master, I will be sent by Lord Yan this time to come here to visit. You can change the name of this hall to Wuwei Hall. It can be seen that Your peace of mind will bring you great joy!"
Mr. Niu left, Wushu frowned and thought deeply, "Niutou suddenly came to visit, something must have happened."
Gong Qi replied from the side: "When you mention it like this, my subordinates remembered something. There are rumors in the underworld that the Samsara Cauldron has been damaged many times, and Ma Mian's magic power has been greatly reduced, and he has to go to the human world to survive the calamity."
Wushu nodded, "That's right, Ma Mian went to the human world. My father was worried that I would cause trouble, so he asked Niu Tou to test my tone. Ma Mian, Ma Mian, I owe all my troubles to you. I finally waited. A chance to shed all the hatred in my heart."
"But Ma Mian is a person with divine status. If you hurt him, wouldn't you be adding to your sin?"
"I have a sense of discretion. You immediately activate the internal line of the Reincarnation Hall to find out the traces of the reincarnated person." He turned his palm, and a bright silver needle appeared on his fingertips: "You pierce this soul-stirring needle into his body , the needle penetrates into the soul, and the poison of cold and cold cannot be removed, but he will feel better!"
Gong Qi nodded, and Wushu ordered again: "Everything must be done in secret, and don't let anyone catch you!"
"The subordinates will take possession of the skin and act without leaving any clues."
"The fun has just begun, I want to enjoy this process..."
More than ten years later, everything in Wuwei Hall was as before, and Gong Wen reported how Mr. Ma had survived the disaster. Wushu nodded: "I went to the Snow Mountain Sect to practice ice and snow spells, and complemented the cold poison. This is the trend. Ma Mian, you really did not disappoint me. It's time to make a big move."
He turned his palm and pulled out a green dagger. Gong Qi was surprised, "Is this the Immortal Killing Sword of the Upper Three Realms?"
"Yes, it is the Immortal Killing Sword. As long as it pierces the vital part of the horse's face, his soul will fly away and disappear from this world forever."
Gong Qi turned pale with shock, "Young Master, you must not do it! If you kill him, you will also commit a capital crime and die with him. It's not worth it!"
Wushu smiled and waved, "Don't worry, I won't act recklessly..."
In the blink of an eye, a few years later, it is spring in the world, with blooming mountain flowers and full of spring spirit. Two middle-aged female nuns came walking along the forest path. They were chatting all the way.
"Senior sister in charge, during this Yingtai discussion, you defeated all the monks and became one of the Seven Saints of Xuanmen. This is truly the glory of our Qingyu Temple. I am so happy and congratulated!"
There was no excitement on Ming Zhao's face, "Although I am one of the Seven Saints, there is still a big gap between my strength and those who can only tell the truth. If you say this, I will be frightened."
"Senior sister, after a long journey of cultivation, how can you reach the top in one step? Your cultivation is already the first in our sect since the founding master, there is no doubt about it."
"However, our master taught us that our Qingyu Temple is protected by immortal beings and that we should surpass all sects and look down from the top of the clouds. The poor nun has fallen far short of this!"
Minghui smiled and said, "Senior sister, you have become obsessed and it's time to reflect on yourself."
Ming Zhao sighed: "Junior sister, you know me. The stronger I feel, the stronger my anger, ignorance and greed. I need to retreat and reflect on myself."
Returning to Qingyu Nunnery, the jade steps were filled with greeting people. Mingzhao had no intention of celebrating and waved the nuns to disperse. Then he went straight to the Qingyu Temple and began to retreat.
She meditated quietly, her mind entered the realm of nothingness, and she felt the fairy energy in the sapphire overflowing, integrating into her body. The pure white air rose up, like auspicious clouds, floating in the air, and she entered the realm of immortality.
At this time, Minghui arrived and brought a basket of food, all of which was pure water and vegetarian food. Seeing this state, he praised: "Sister, the holy light and the green jade scepter are integrated into one, and attaining enlightenment and becoming an immortal is just around the corner."
Ming Zhao put away the spell and said: "It's just an ordinary skill, how can it be so mysterious?"
Minghui changed the subject: "When I learned that you were among the Seven Saints of Xuanmen, many pilgrims from all over the world came to congratulate you. Gifts filled the whole Zen room. It was really crowded and bustling."
Ming Zhao said calmly: "It's all secular etiquette, please don't bother junior sister to worry about it!"
Minghui smiled and said, "They are mostly sesame oil offerings and some money, which can be used for daily expenses in the nunnery."
"Things outside the body can be used for various things in the nunnery, so it's so good!"
"There is a very special gift, specially presented to senior sister to be opened personally." Minghui said, taking out a dark brocade box: "The man said that there is a psychic secret book inside, which can communicate with the gods. It is very mysterious."
"People in the world are trying to make things up, and they cannot be trusted."
"Just looking at this brocade box is very precious, and it is not a child's play. Junior sister, when you have time, look through it, you may gain something."
Minghui left, Mingzhao continued to meditate, and the brocade box was thrown aside. In the afternoon, clouds rolled in and it rained heavily. The sapphire wat is smooth and oily, with no dripping water left. The holy light condensed around Ming Zhao, like a shield blocking the raindrops.
She was surprised to find that the brocade box gave off a faint light and had the ability to avoid water. Out of curiosity, Ming Zhao gently opened it, and brilliance overflowed, reaching straight into the sky. The clouds opened, the fog dispersed, the light rain stopped, and a rainbow rose from the abyss.
Inside was a piece of colorful silk cloth, with a mantra written in Sanskrit. Ming Zhao silently remembered it in his heart, and the silk cloth immediately turned into dust and smoke and disappeared. Ming Zhao recited the spell a few more times, but the surroundings were silent as usual. Nothing happened. She was a little disappointed. Maybe it was just a prank by the charlatan.
I fell into silence again, my soul wandered all over the world, and my thoughts entered nothingness. Suddenly a voice sounded in my mind: "It's strange that a nun from the lower world can communicate with this immortal. Is it fate?"
Ming Zhao's heart was pounding, he was surprised and happy, "Xiao Ni, this is Qing Yu'an Ming Zhao, what are you, the great immortal?"
"Don't tell or ask, I know everything in the world. You are a female, among the Seven Saints of Xuanmen. You are a talent that is rare to see in a hundred years. I already know it."
The immortal's words inadvertently touched Ming Zhao's pain point, and she sighed, "Although Xiao Ni is one of the Seven Saints, his strength is far from that of the others. Xiao Ni is unwilling to accept being a human being!"
"Yes, those who make plain lies and rely on this temple's thousand-year foundation to cultivate can get twice the result with half the effort. Others can only look up to them. Even if it is unfair, this is the world and cultivation."
"Please tell me how to improve my cultivation and surpass others, so that my Qingyu Temple can stand on the top of the clouds and look down upon the world."
"You are begging for food with a golden rice bowl, but you don't realize it. You are blessed by nature, and becoming an immortal is no longer a dream..." The immortal's voice became softer and softer, and became silent again. Mingzhao returned from nothingness to reality in an instant, with a gentle breeze and everything was lonely.
It's both a dream and an illusion, it's also true and it's false, Ming Zhao feels doubly disappointed. For several days, she silently recited the spell, but there was no sound from the other party.
Ming Zhao had no intention of practicing. Facing the vast sea of clouds, his heart was filled with turmoil. Minghui came to visit again and chatted casually, "Senior sister, there are rumors in the world that you will ascend to immortality soon. Recently, the incense in the nunnery has been very popular, and pilgrims have lined up for several miles. It is really a rare event in a hundred years."
Ming Zhao smiled bitterly: "The secular rumors are becoming more and more mysterious as they spread, but they cannot be trusted."
"In the instruction of the founder of the mountain, it was clearly mentioned that Qingyu Temple is destined to be an immortal. Senior sister, are you about to ascend to immortality?"
Her words touched Ming Zhao's pain again, leaving him speechless. After Minghui left, Mingzhao meditated again, silently recited mantras, and called many times. The voice sounded again: "You, a mortal, have disturbed me many times. What crime should you do?"
"You haven't finished what you said last time. Xiaoni is worried about me. Please tell me, how can I become an immortal?"
"Since you are so pious, I will tell you the truth. Qingyu Temple is a small place, and its magic power is unparalleled in the world, all because the Qingyu Temple has the aura of immortality."
Ming Zhao thought to himself, everyone in the world knows these things and they are nothing new. The immortal continued: "The green jade wat is originally a thing used by gods, and contains immortal roots. If you absorb the immortal energy piecemeal, you can only reach your level of cultivation."
The immortal's voice was weak, and Mingzhao was anxious: "Then how can we break through the bottleneck?"
"It's very simple. If you gather the immortal roots and absorb them as one's own, you can break through the mysterious door and ascend to become an immortal."
Ming Zhao hesitated, "But that would undoubtedly break Qingyu Nunnery's immortality, and it would be a strategy to kill the goose that lays the egg!"
The god sneered: "You are indeed hesitant and indecisive. No wonder you were crushed by the false talkers. Qingyu'an will never be able to succeed again..."
Ming Zhao called again, but the deity never answered.
For several days in a row, Ming Zhao was in a state of confusion. Once the door of greed was opened, he would be like a savage beast that could not be contained.
At noon, Minghui arrived and held another dark brocade box. "Senior sister, someone has sent you a gift again. I opened it boldly. It is a secret book of "The Method of Immortal Picking". It is all in Sanskrit. I don't know what it says. Senior sister, you should study it!"
Ming Zhao's heart was pounding, but he remained calm on the surface, "Who sent it?"
"A middle-aged woman, plain-looking, an ordinary person."
"It's probably a joke again. Leave it here and I'll look through it when I have free time."
After Minghui left, Mingzhao couldn't wait to open it. As expected, it recorded how to pick up spiritual energy and gather it as a root. She was overjoyed and immediately cast the spell. The immortal energy from the Qingyu Temple overflowed and gathered in her Dantian. However, the spell dissipated in a moment and returned to normal.
Ming Zhao tried again, but the situation remained the same. It seemed that he couldn't get it by following the picture. When you were confused, the voice of the immortal sounded again: "Since you are obsessed with practicing, I will give you some pointers. To pick up the immortal roots, you must go all out and do whatever you want. However, the goodwill in your heart makes you waver, so your success is in vain." "
"Then what should I do?"
"Abandon the good thoughts and only keep the greedy thoughts, and the technique can be achieved!"
