The Taoist souls are divided into three levels: Yin Shen, Yuan Shen, and Yang Shen.
The Yin Gods stop reincarnation and become ghosts and immortals. They reincarnate once every three to five hundred years, which can be said to be a small success.
The Yuanshen lives forever, controls the three souls and seven souls, is pure inside and outside, pure and flawless, immortal for thousands of years, free and at ease, it can be said to be the middle success.
The Yang God is responsible for three disasters and nine disasters. A little bit of true Yang transforms the whole body into Yin. It changes unpredictably and has wonderful form and spirit. It gathers and disperses into one, travels around the world, becomes immortal, transcends the ordinary and becomes a saint. This is the foundation of the immortal way, which can be said to be a great success.
It can be said that the three realms of Yang God, Earth Immortal, and Heavenly Immortal are all cultivating the pure Yang spirit. From the end of yin to yang birth to the unpredictable, incarnation outside the body, from dematerialization to immortality to the wonderful form and spirit, gathering and dispersing into one, A little bit of true spirit illuminates the three thousand realms.
It's all about the cultivation of Yang Shen, and mastering the mysterious realm of pure Yang Yuan Shen bit by bit.
Jin Xian began to cultivate the Dao Shen, which as the name suggests is the Dao Yuan Shen, and Da Luo began to cultivate the Innate Yuan Shen, which is also the innate immortal spiritual light.
It is difficult to see a great Luo, and it is difficult to find a golden immortal. Pure Yang Yuan Shen is the superior immortal, and is the limit pursued by human practitioners.
The sky is white, the light is brilliant, the sun rises and the moon sets, and the sun rotates, and there are turtles and snakes circling around. It seems illusory, but in fact it is solid. It is like a god coming to earth, blooming billions of rays of light. Wherever there is a lonely soul in the mountains and rivers that he walks through, The wronged ghost, after receiving a glimmer of divine light, becomes clear and transcendent, and reincarnates.
The ordinary world cannot see such a vision, but the divine dojo and the spiritual blessed land can be seen clearly. The divine light shines through the darkness everywhere, like a sun falling into the abyss.
The lands of big and small mountain gods are trembling, rivers, lakes and seas, dragons and water gods are prostrate and bow their heads.
At this moment, there is only one thought in the minds of the gods: which saint of the three religions traveled so uprightly and brightly to save all sentient beings.
"At this time, a saint from the three religions appeared..."
A graceful water god in a green palace dress raised her head cautiously, with fear and a hint of worry in her beautiful eyes, and whispered: "Does your majesty know about this troubled year?"
Fortunately, this vision came and went quickly. After a while, Shen Gongbao found a Taoist temple in a mountainous area. The Taoist temple was not big, with three halls, two rooms and one incense burner. It could not even build the Lingguan Hall. Draw two pictures of spiritual officials on the door.
Although the mountains are not high, if there are immortals, they will be famous; if the water is not deep, if there are dragons, they will be spiritual.
However, just two spiritual pictures, no matter how much arrogance and sincerity they can bear, they are unable to deter lonely souls and wild ghosts.
Shen Gongbao's pure Yang soul came to the door and smiled slightly. The two spiritual official pictures suddenly trembled, and one of the two eyes that were originally glaring with anger closed in an instant.
"It's wrong, it's wrong, how can you turn a blind eye?"
Shen Gongbao shook his head and said: "You need to know that I, the spiritual official of the Taoist sect, can see the world with three eyes and wake up the people in the world with a whip."
Go ahead, go outside the courtyard, break off a willow branch, and use divine light to draw an eye on the foreheads of the two spiritual officials, which is three eyes.
In the future, even if the spiritual officer wants to turn a blind eye, the third eye will not allow it, and will see good and evil clearly in black and white.
Even if you don't do anything, you can still record all the truth like a camera or surveillance.
After the third eye was painted on, the two portraits of the spiritual officials were suddenly shocked. They became a little more spiritual and lived up to their original dullness. They knelt down on one knee and said, "Thank you, Master."
Shen Gongbao nodded, walked through the crimson cinnabar mottled door, and walked towards the inner hall. The Taoist temple was small, with dormitories on the left and kitchen on the right. The three main halls in the center were dedicated to the Sanqing, the ancestors, and a God of Wealth. , it is indeed a small temple, and it is difficult to accommodate another golden body of a spiritual official.
Dust and spider webs were scattered in the hall, and the original golden statue was also mottled. It was not known whether the gold foil on Daozu's face fell naturally or was scraped off by unscrupulous descendants to replenish household income.
Sitting cross-legged on a futon in the side hall was an old Taoist priest with white hair and white beard. He was not an expert in Taoism. He did not have the appearance of a child with white hair. His skin had already dried up, and he looked like he had been in a state of incarnation for several days. It was no wonder that there was no one taking care of the Taoist temple.
"come out."
Shen Gongbao looked along the old Taoist path. There was a spiritual tablet in front of His Highness the Patriarch, which was stained with traces of incense and ghost energy. It was the only supernatural thing in the entire Taoist priest.
Chunyang Yuan Shen Dao shouted, just like a saint in charge of mountains and rivers, holding the constitution of heaven in his mouth, and following his words.
Suddenly the spirit tablet trembled, and a weak old Taoist soul rolled out. He looked at Chunyang Yuanshen with a shocked face and murmured: "God! Are there really gods in the world?"
Shen Gongbao beat Lao Tao for a moment, then looked at Lao Tao's physical body, a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes, and asked: "How can the soul stay in the world without any trace of spiritual practice?"
"Xu Taiding from the small road came to see the immortal!"
Xu Laodao has never practiced cultivation, but he is not stupid. The brilliance of the Pure Yang Soul circulated, and he was illuminated by the divine light, and his soul that was about to be broken solidified a lot.
In an instant, Xu Laodao realized that this was a blessing that he would not be able to achieve in his lifetime, no, in eight lifetimes.
I prayed hard for the truth while I was alive, but gained nothing. I never expected that I would meet an immortal after death.
Without saying a word, he just kowtowed and bowed. As for his face, if he, Mr. Xu, wanted to lose face, he would not scrape off the gold foil from Taozu's face and go out to deceive him.
The only pity is that the gold foil was used up, but there was no apprentice, so the incense of the Taoist temple was cut off.
I am really ashamed of my Taoist ancestors and my ancestors.
"Fellow Daoist Xu..." Shen Gongbao gathered his radiance, revealing his immortal soul that was like glass, as if he were a stranger, which made Xu Laodao's eyes go straight.
"I don't dare to be an immortal, Taoist friend." Xu Laodao looked at Shen Gongbao's Yuanshen Taoist robe and the transformed Ruyi crown. He immediately took a reassuring pill and quickly bowed down and said: "You, old man, just call me Xiao Xu." good."
Although the old Taoist priest kowtows to the young man, there is a sense of humor, but the immortal is born in a family, and his age cannot be inferred from his appearance.
It is said in the Immortal Collection that an immortal has the appearance of a child and lives for nine thousand years.
"It's better to call you Lao Xu."
Shen Gongbao smiled and said: "I have only been practicing for five hundred years, so I am not as old as you think."
Xu Laodao's heart trembled. He was still not old after five hundred years. Based on his superficial knowledge of cultivation, someone who could live for five hundred years would at least be a Golden Elixir Earth Immortal, or even a Nascent Soul Earth Immortal.
This is a big shot who only appears in story books, a real land god!
"Thank you so much for your mercy."
Xu Laodao traveled around the world in his early years and became more observant. He did not become bold just because the immortal looked kind and friendly, but instead became more respectful.
Those princes, generals, and generals are not overly happy and angry, let alone immortals. They might be chatting and laughing one second, and then flying swords to take people's heads the next. Oh, they are all dead, there is no head to take, and their souls will be scattered.
"After a person dies, the heavenly soul returns to heaven, the earthly soul returns to earth, and the human soul turns into a ghost and should undergo reincarnation."
"Old Xu, you have no cultivation, how can you stay in this world?"
Shen Gongbao looked at the spiritual tablet with great interest.
Xu Laodao smiled bitterly and said: "Reporting to the real person, Xiaodao worked hard to pursue the immortal way during his lifetime, but for some reason, he was never able to embark on the path of cultivation, and he was always just a short distance away from entering the Tao."
"Later, I obtained fragments of a book called "Dong Zhen Hidden Scenery Recorded Nerve". I followed the gourd's example and set up rituals in an attempt to practice spiritual practice after death."
"However, I didn't expect that I would be trapped in a cocoon, trapped in a spiritual tablet, unable to enter the reincarnation, lingering for a while, and my soul would be gone after seven or forty-nine days."
"Where is the scripture?" Shen Gongbao asked curiously
Xu Laodao immediately pulled out the scriptures that were under the ancestor's tablet and presented them to Shen Gongbao, hoping that this real person could find a solution to the problem. Even if he enters reincarnation, it will be better than losing his soul.
"Take things as support and worship yourself as a god."
Shen Gongbao tasted one or two, and muttered: "It is a method that combines the corpse decomposition immortal and the witchcraft. Logically speaking, you should be successful."
"Even if there is a lack of incense and I cannot transform into a spirit, I will not lose my soul after seven or forty-nine days."
“There’s weirdness, there’s weirdness.”
When Xu Laodao heard this, his heart suddenly became cold. If even the immortals couldn't find a solution, he would really die.
"That's fine."
Shen Gongbao clicked his tongue, looked at Mr. Xu and said: "I have wandered here, you are willing to lend me your body. In return, you can hide in my divine light to avoid your soul being scattered."
"Or, send you directly to reincarnation."
"You can use it if you like the real person." Xu Laodao was overjoyed and said quickly: "This disciple is willing to practice with the real person!"
"That's okay."
Shen Gongbao took off the hairpin from Xu Laodao's bun, showed a strange smile, and said playfully: "Come in."
"I will obey the law." Xu Laodao turned into a stream of green smoke and immediately flowed into the hairpin.
Shen Gongbao nodded with satisfaction. There is no system or golden finger. We can make one ourselves.
From today on, he, Shen, will also be the protagonist who has a grandfather with him.
As for the protagonist being stronger than the old man, isn't this normal? The protagonist is destined to reach the top.
As for Xu Laodao, just be a tour guide and introduce local customs and world knowledge to Shen Gongbao so as not to expose his vest.
"Thirty years to the east of Hedong and thirty years to the west of Hexi...Don't bully the old Taoist who is poor..."
"Oh, no, it's the dead who are the most important."
Shen Gongbao muttered words that Xu Laodao could not understand, and took a step forward to settle in Laodao's physical body. He obtained a new vest. Xu Laodao, who had been dead for several days, suddenly pretended to be dead, shaking off the dust on the ground.
"Eh...something's wrong."
When Shen Gongbao stood up and was about to circulate his vitality and replenish the body's energy and spirit, he suddenly discovered that Xu Laodao's physical body had been polished. Even if it was placed in the Yuanyang Realm, it should have given birth to strands of mana, and he could barely enter the Tao. .
However, in this world where spiritual energy is active, Xu Laodao is still a mortal and has not stepped into that level.
why is that? !
Inexplicably, Shen Gongbao sensed the sinister malice of the fallen avenue. Looking at the dusty hall, he took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and waved the Tao pattern, outlining a Taoist model.
"Call the wind and rain."
"Hoo, ho, ho..."
Suddenly, a breeze blew up dust and stirred the corners of Shen Gongbao's clothes, which seemed normal.
A normal hammer!
Shen Gongbao's expression turned dark. When he used the Qingfeng Technique, he should have blown strong winds and countless water flows to clean the entire Taoist temple.
Now the ability to summon wind and rain has become a small breeze technique, which has been reduced countless times.
“This is not a Reiki issue.”
Shen Gongbao's eyes rolled, and he pondered for a long time: "It's more like the suppression of the Great Law."
To give the simplest example, the situation in Yuanyang Realm is like a motorcycle. The whole car is good, but because of the wrong type of gasoline, it cannot start, or there is very little power to start it.
In this world, in this car, the gasoline is correct, but the circuit lines, the motorcycle model, and even the intelligent system are all wrong. The power that should have been 100% has been adjusted to 1%.
Perhaps this is the reason why Xu Laodao has never practiced cultivation in his life.
Shen Gongbao's eyes lit up, he grasped the key point, and asked the Dao Hairpin: "Old Xu, you couldn't enter the Dao during your lifetime, and you were always close to it. Where is that feeling the strongest?"
Xu Laodao in the hairpin was protected by the divine light, and his mind became clearer and clearer. Memories of the past also came to his mind. His expression was suddenly shaken, and he murmured: "I was in a small town. I always thought it was the world of mortals that disturbed my Taoist heart."
"Zhenren, isn't it my problem that I can't enter the Tao?!"
"You'll know when you go there."
Shen Gongbao said calmly, straightened his clothes and waved his hand, and suddenly the wind swept through the remaining clouds and the gurgling water flowed.
One hundred percent of the spells are suppressed by one percent by the avenue,
Then just cast 10,000% of the magic.
A true immortal can still afford a hundred times the mana.
Any magical power can be used normally if it is multiplied a hundred times.
"Well, it's not a big problem."
Shen Gongbao thought like this, one step is to change the qi, two steps to change the blood, three steps to change the pulse, four steps to change the flesh, five steps to change the marrow, six steps to change the tendons, seven steps to change the bones, eight steps to change the hair, and nine steps to change the shape.
Although he did not turn an old Taoist who had been dead for several days into an old immortal with a Taoist spirit and a childish face, he had regained a lot of energy and his whole person looked restrained, calm and nihilistic, with a feeling of misty water and clouds.
Xu Laodao's Taoist temple is on the mountain, and the town is at the foot of the mountain. There are villages of all sizes scattered around, built around the town market.
This is a very typical hilly landscape, with the town located in the middle basin.
There are no walls surrounding the town, but there is a tall archway with towering stone pillars in the middle of the road.
The plaque is engraved with three vermilion-like characters similar to small seal characters. Some of the engraved characters on the four stone pillars on both sides are patterns, some are wild beasts, and some are human figures, exuding a simple and vast atmosphere.
Looking at the three large vermilion characters on the plaque, Shen Gongbao narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Zhuxian Town."
Is it the Zhuxian Town in his imagination? !
No wonder, as an immortal descended from heaven, he would sense the suppressive force in the lower world.
If it were Zhuxian Town, everything seemed reasonable again.
"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."
Shen Gongbao pronounced the Dharma name, visualized the blue falling stars in Niwan Palace, and walked step by step towards Zhuxian Town.
Suddenly, he heard someone calling him, speaking in a small town dialect and laughing loudly.
Shen Gongbao was suddenly confused. The Earth Immortal was said to know all the real people, and could understand all the acquired words in one thought.
But, this doesn’t include dialects!
What on earth is this kid talking about? !
Mr. Xu said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "Master, this kid is scolding... um, he's scolding me."
(End of chapter)
