"Meet the Patriarch!"
Yang Jin saw the old Taoist's face clearly and quickly bowed and saluted.
During the celebration, Zhou Yi recalled the hardships and sweetness, and all the disciples in the sect were grateful. I also heard that my ancestor was approaching the end of his life, and he felt quite sad like a hero in his twilight years, and I couldn't help feeling pity and closeness to him.
Zhou Yi's few casual words are better than Tong Xuan's ten years of management, and his reputation in the sect is second only to Xuan Yu.
Tongxuan was not a fool. He looked back and thought carefully about the celebration before and after, and realized that this master who rarely appeared in public was not someone who could be fooled by flattery, so he immediately stopped his subsequent actions.
It only takes a few decades, just wait for the death of the master, and it will be a good time to practice and improve the magic power.
In the world of immortality, strength is the foundation of power!
Zhou Yi likes smart people. Seeing that Tongxuan understands and knocks, he spends his remaining years peacefully in the Sutra Collection Hall.
Hearing the voice, he opened his drunken eyes, his consciousness swept across Yang Jin's inside and outside, and he immediately knew why he came to the Sutra Collection Hall.
To loosen the bottleneck in the middle and later stages of Qi training, we must learn from the experience of previous generations.
"No need to be polite."
Zhou Yi said: "There is a volume of "Master Kong Yun's Notes" on the first floor, which records the method of breakthrough in detail. This person has great understanding, and his writings are more mysterious than those on the second floor."
The Xuanyuan Sect's Scripture Pavilion is completely open to the public, and any disciple can recite the classics. This is much more relaxed than that of other major sects.
Of course, what is open to the public are classics and ordinary exercises, and Zhenzong inheritance still requires becoming a true disciple.
Yang Jin bowed and said, "Thank you, Master, for your advice."
After a while.
Yang Jin entered the contents of his notes into the jade slips and planned to go back to the cave to think and break through the middle stage of Qi training as soon as possible. Five years later, he would surely win a good place in the sect competition and bow down to salute again.
"Master, my disciple's magic power is low, so I can't help you much. However, I can do some errands for my master."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, knowing that it would be good to seize the opportunity, but it must suit his own taste: "When I was young, I liked reading story books. I haven't left the mountain for several years, and I don't know if there are any new works."
"Disciple, please go down the mountain and buy a storybook for your master."
Yang Jin looked happy, and being able to talk to his ancestor would be of great help on the road.
Half a month later.
He came outside the Sutra Pavilion again and took out a large stack of books from the storage bag.
"Master, I asked many people, and these are the best storybooks in the past century."
Zhou Yi glanced at the cover, his eyes were shining, and he took out a scroll of scripture from his sleeve.
"You're a great little guy! Take this volume of "The Theory of Spiritual Energy and Body Cultivation" and take it home to read. Come back a month later and remember to write a hundred thousand words of your thoughts after reading it."
"What are your thoughts after reading this?"
Yang Jin bowed and took the Taoist scriptures. After flipping through a few pages, he couldn't help but look disappointed.
"The Theory of Spiritual Qi and Form" is a preserved classic of the sages, describing the way to cultivate the spirit and soul. It does not record any method of cultivating the spirit. It has more than 1,200 words in total.
Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't want to look at it, just give it back to Pindao."
Yang Jin shook his head repeatedly and held the classic in his arms: "Don't worry, Master, I will definitely write a hundred thousand words."
"Cultivation of Taoism first, then cultivation of immortality, chanting sutras first, then practicing Qigong."
Zhou Yi said: "You have ordinary talent and average understanding. If you want to improve your foundation, you can only take this path, otherwise you will only end up building the foundation."
The Book of Changes looks at Yang Jin, just like the Iron Crown Immortal looked at the Book of Changes back then. He has a commanding position and can directly point out the future path.
Whether Yang Jin will listen and whether he can persevere depends entirely on his own destiny.
After all, Yang Jin did not have the Taoist Fruit of Immortality. Even if he knew that chanting sutras would increase his knowledge, if his fellow disciples broke through one by one and were left to chant sutras slowly, 99% of them would choose to give up.
"Master, don't worry, my disciple will definitely live up to expectations!"
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Yang Jin came outside the Sutra Collection Hall, holding a thick stack of paper filled with insights.
"Master, my disciple has completed his mission."
Zhou Yi took the paper, scanned it with his consciousness, and nodded with satisfaction: "The discussion is quite simple, but it is also thoughtful."
Putting away the classics and insights, he took out another book from his sleeve.
"This book is the same, one hundred thousand words a month!"
"Disciple understands."
Yang Jin only thought it was the master's endurance test. If he passed it, he would be able to become his disciple and pass on the sect's Taoism.
One month later.
Zhou Yi checked his comments and found that the quality was better than last time, so he took out another volume of classics.
"Well written, still 100,000 words!"
"As commanded."
When Yang Jin heard the praise, he happily took the classics and returned to the cave to read them eagerly.
at this time.
Fellow disciples already knew that Yang Jin had a great opportunity and had entered the master's eyes. They all came to congratulate him and tried their best to get closer to him.
After Tongxuan heard about this, he specially transferred Yang Jin's cave to the upper level and increased the supply of spiritual stones.
Zhou Yi ignored these things and concentrated on reading the Spring and Autumn Period in the Sutra Collection Hall, giving Yang Jin a new volume of classics at the end of every month.
...
The moon rises and the moon sets, spring passes and autumn comes.
Ten years go by in a blink of an eye.
This morning.
Yang Jin came to the outside of the Sutra Collection Hall countless times.
"Master, this month's mission is completed."
"Um."
After reading the book with his spiritual consciousness, Zhou Yi realized that 30,000 words were included in the book. However, Yang Jin’s ability to persist for ten years was beyond expectation.
Ten years of chanting sutras have delayed the cultivation of magic power, and now I have just broken through the seventh level of Qi training.
The thirty-year-old seventh-level Qi practitioner is even slower than Xuan Li back then, ranking at the bottom among Xuanyuan Sect disciples.
"If you can't finish writing, you can postpone it for a few more days. There is no need to deliberately fill it with water."
Zhou Yi gave a little reminder and took out the classics as usual: "This book "Zhen Qi Huan Yuan Commentary" is the old rule."
Yang Jin's face turned red, he took the classics and left quickly.
After a month and a half of procrastination.
Yang Jincai came back to return the classics. Fortunately, the quality of the 100,000-word reading experience he wrote was much better than before, and some of the mysteries of his insights were comparable to those of True Lord Jin Dan.
"continue!"
...
Return to the cave.
Yang Jin put the classics on the table and took the time to practice his magic.
His aptitudes were ordinary, but he wasted time reciting sutras, writing and reading, and his cultivation was already far behind his peers. In a few years, he would be surpassed by the disciples of the generation named Jing.
these ten years.
Yang Jin has experienced ups and downs in popularity.
Fellow students range from envy to contempt, from closeness to alienation.
Some unpleasant words, even if they are discussed privately, will always reach Yang Jin No. 2 Middle School if they become louder and louder over time.
They didn't dare to say that their ancestor's teaching methods were wrong. They would only say that Yang Jin had a stupid head and poor qualifications.
The practice is over.
Yang Jin opened the classics, read and comprehended them word for word, and recorded what he felt.
Read it once, and you will have a hundred words of insights.
After reading it a hundred times, I gained insights from four to five thousand words.
After reading it a thousand times, I only wrote about 10,000 words of insights. As my understanding of the classics deepened, my gains became less and less.
Yang Jin wrote 100,000 words of reflections and read them at least 100,000 times, which can be regarded as one word per volume.
"It's hard to understand the Tao, it's harder than reaching the sky!"
...
Two months later.
Yang Jin arrived belatedly, and finally gathered his thoughts after reading.
Zhou Yi took out a new classic: "Little Yangzi, if you can't hold on anymore, just tell Pindao, I won't force you!"
"Ancestor..."
Yang Jin did not agree unswervingly like he did ten years ago. He hesitated for a moment and left with the book.
Zhou Yi looked at Yang Jin's lonely back, shook his head and sighed.
"It's a pity that Nascent Soul is hard to achieve."
"These Taoist scriptures selected by Pindao are the essence of eight thousand years of chanting. Each volume is excellent. There is no duplication between them. If you insist on it for thirty years, the probability of condensation will increase by 30%!"
There are so many Taoist scriptures in Dongsheng Shenzhou that even the small Xuanyuan Sect has tens of thousands of volumes.
Any monk's insights during his lifetime can be written down in classics and passed down to future generations, mixed with all Taoist scriptures for people to choose from.
Ordinary monks recite Taoist scriptures and only choose books that are interesting or useful. However, they are not the essence of such books. Good luck is helpful, but bad luck and encountering a wild Taoist priest will be harmful.
Zhouyi selected thousands of scriptures from countless classics, which are an excellent choice for enlightenment.
Recite each book a hundred thousand times, and your understanding of Taoism will directly lead to spiritual transformation!
...
Four months later.
Yang Jin finally finished writing his thoughts, and spent some time in the evening hiding from his fellow disciples outside the Sutra Collection Hall.
Zhou Yi didn't say anything. After agreeing to give advice to his old friend, he wasn't just going to be a nanny.
The next time Yang Jin comes over, it will be a year later.
"Master, there are demon cultivators causing trouble in Lanzhuang. My fellow disciples and I are going to kill the demons and eliminate them."
"This is about accumulating public morality, yes."
Long Zhong, the old lady of Zhou Yi, exuded a strong aura of death, as if he was about to die.
Yang Jin took out a stack of books from his storage bag and said, "Master, in recent years, a new version of the Chinese version has been published. I found it for you."
Zhou Yi was silent for a long time, then took out a Foundation Building Pill and a volume of classics from his sleeve.
"If you continue to study, take away the classics. If you want to break through to the foundation-building realm, take away the foundation-building pill!"
Yang Jin hesitated for a moment and said tentatively: "Master, can you take them all?"
The corner of Zhou Yi's mouth twitched, why did he meet so many shameless guys, but this kind of temperament is suitable for the world of immortality, and Yang Jin will obviously do well in the future.
"Can."
"Thank you, Master."
Yang Jin quickly took away the classics and elixirs, fearing that Zhou Yi would regret it.
"Remember to write down your thoughts after reading it!"
Zhou Yi lowered his head and flipped through the storybook. There were well-made illustrations every few pages, and the trace of sadness in his heart suddenly dissipated.
Two years later.
Yang Jin successfully established the foundation and entered the Lingbao Hall as a deacon.
Since then, he has been busy with spiritual practice and sect affairs, and has less time to chant sutras and realize Taoism.
But the Sutra Pavilion came diligently.
It was not to return the classics, but to talk to Zhou Yi, tell some commonplace stories, and give him a stack of newly compiled storybooks, as if he was taking care of his old father.
After repeated urging by Zhou Yi, it took him two or three years to comprehend one volume, but he stopped scolding him.
"Things that don't know how to grow!"
"Yeah."
When Yang Jin heard the scolding, he nodded in agreement, as if he was trying to make the old man happy.
"Just wait until you regret it."
Zhou Yi sighed helplessly. When he was young, he didn't know how precious life was. He was busy with mundane things. When he was old and his life was about to end, it was too late to work hard anymore. He could only sit back and wait for the end of his life.
Come for a few years.
After not seeing Yang Jin for a long time, Zhou Yi took out the communication talisman.
"You still owe me some books!"
A few years passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Yi directly captured Yang Jin, held him in the Scripture Collection Pavilion, and copied two hundred classics.
Yang Jin was already fifty years old and held a high position in the eyes of the disciples of the sect. At this time, he said with a bitter face: "Master, this time is too much."
"There is no time limit this time."
Zhou Yi said slowly: "When will you finish writing, remember to burn it for me!"
"Master, you..."
Yang Jin looked sad. Even though he had expected the separation, he couldn't help but feel sad when it came.
"Don't cry with a mournful face. I have lived for more than five hundred years and have far surpassed ordinary golden elixirs. This is a happy mourning!"
Zhou Yi took out two magic weapons, a shield and a flying boat from his cuffs.
"After living for more than five hundred years, I have never fought a magic weapon, and have not even refined a flying sword magic weapon. These two protective magic weapons have been passed down to you. When encountering danger in the future, remember to defend first and then run away!"
Yang Jin took the magic weapon and kowtowed to the ground.
"Best farewell to Master."
"I'm not dead yet!"
Zhou Yi warned: "Don't tell anyone else about this. My whole life, I have always disappointed my senior sister. I don't want to die without having her reprimand me for wasting my talent on the second floor."
Yang Jin nodded in agreement. He often chatted with his master and knew many past events of Xuanyuan Sect.
At that time, Zhouyi was the hope of Xuan Yuan Sect. He never thought that it would remain unknown for five hundred years. Instead, Xuan Yu would lead the sect to revival.
one year later.
Dang Dang Dang!
The Xuanyuan Bell rang nine times in a row, and the disciples in the sect heard the sound and rushed to the main hall. Tongxuan announced with a sad expression.
"Ancestor Xuan Yi passed away!"
After a while.
A ray of light fell in the hall, turning into the shape of Xuan Yu, and his voice was cold and low.
"Where are the remains of my junior brother?"
Yang Jin came out from among his disciples and presented a letter: "Greetings to Your Majesty. I received a message from my master not long ago. When I rushed there, there were only ashes on the ground and an envelope left for Your Majesty."
Xuan Yu took a picture of the envelope, and after opening it, there were only a few words.
——Sister, see you in the next life!
Thinking back on the past, I burst into tears.
...
at the same time.
Qingyun Mountain.
The light fell and turned into a human form. It was Zhou Yi who faked his death and escaped.
"Twelve hundred years have passed, and Pindao has finally returned. This time he must take back the position of Heavenly Master in an upright manner!"
Zhou Yi calculated with his fingers that he would be eight thousand six hundred years old this year, which was a good day to go to the mountain to become a disciple.
He transformed into a strong boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, carrying a hatchet at his waist, a bow and arrow on his back, and walked deeper into the mountain path.
A few days later.
Zhou Yi finally climbed up to the Immortal Platform, and the front suddenly became clear, but he saw the cornices and corners could be faintly seen in the vast clouds and mist.
Hundreds of people gathered on the spacious Immortal Platform, including young and old, monks and mortals.
A hundred years ago, the Emperor's edict spread throughout the world, and Qingyun Mountain became the vast divine state, the only land that did not have to abide by the laws of heaven.
Qingyun Temple has become the only sect that does not require immortal books and can accept disciples and teach martial arts at will. All casual cultivators and prisoners who know this matter come all the way to become their disciples.
Shengxian Terrace is the place where Qingyun Temple selects and recruits disciples.
Zhou Yi found a corner and sat down to rest. He was now a mortal without any cultivation, and there were still a few blood stains on his body from scratches while rushing.
At noon.
A ray of light flew out of the clouds and mist, landed on the Feixian Platform and transformed into a young Taoist priest. He took out a palm-sized compass from his storage bag, and used his magic power to shoot out a colorful beam of light.
"I am a poor Taoist priest, please walk through the spiritual light of the predestined dharma. Those who are predestined can go up the mountain to practice."
Everyone already knew the rules and lined up to pass the aura. Most of them didn't react at all, until a young man passed by and the aura flickered uncertainly.
Shou Ming smiled and said, "You would like to worship at Qingyun Temple."
"willing."
The young man quickly nodded in agreement, and the clansmen who accompanied him up the mountain also looked happy.
Having a monk in the family can ensure wealth for five generations!
Zhou Yi went up the mountain last, so he was naturally at the end of the queue. Among the hundreds of people in front of him, there were only three who could activate the spiritual light of Yuanfa. It can be said that the apprenticeship rate is extremely low. You must know that these people have spiritual roots.
The colorful spiritual light shone on Zhou Yi, not like the other three people flickering, but directly turning into pure cyan.
Shouming had a look of surprise on his face. He had never thought that he would receive a big shipment today.
"Wood belongs to the heavenly spiritual root!"
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