I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 74 The Innate Spiritual Root
"This……"

Feng Bingwen was dumbfounded when he heard this, he was really stunned.

The origin of his master is greater than he imagined, and the heir born from the union of two immortals would have no reason for his talent and aptitude.

It's just that at this time, the master's background is no longer the focus of his concern, but the high threshold for achieving immortal pulse has already made people desperate.

If you create your own scriptures, you can also read more Taoist scriptures. After spending some time and accumulating some time, you may suddenly awaken and create scriptures that suit you.

But this innate fairy body, where can I ask for it, it is born with or without it, and if it is not, it is not.

"Do you feel hopeless?"

Looking at the ever-changing expression on Feng Bingwen's little face, Zhao Junxian only found it interesting, and asked with a smile.

"Desperation is not enough. Immortal rank is hopeless, so you should settle for the next best thing. It is not that there is no chance of becoming an immortal and attaining the Tao."

Feng Bingwen said frankly that it wasn't that he didn't work hard, but that God didn't give him a chance.

"Such a mind is like a person who seeks the way!"

Zhao Junxian nodded in praise, and looked at Feng Bingwen with more appreciation, as if he was satisfied with every move.

"But there is one thing, you are mistaken. It is not only the descendants of immortals who have the opportunity to open the immortal pulse. In ancient times, there are records of the sages opening the immortal veins with mortal bodies."

"May I ask the teacher, how did the ancient sages do it?"

"Chance!"

"what?"

"Submit to the innate spirit, seize the good fortune of the world, and rebel against the innate body in the future."

"Innate spiritual things, there shouldn't be many of them!"

Even if he didn't understand it, Feng Bingwen knew this kind of heaven-defying thing just by its name, and it was definitely an extremely rare thing.

"Naturally, there are only three innate spiritual roots in Jiuzhou of the human race, and only one of them will bear fruits containing innate energy, and that is the chaotic golden lotus of the Taiqing Daomen. This chaotic golden lotus bears fruit every 3000 years. For one knot, there are only nine lotus seeds."

"Uh, master, I would like to ask, is there any extra lotus seeds in this Taiqing Daomen?"

Feng Bingwen's heart was restless again, he rubbed his hands and asked the teacher.

"The lotus seeds produced by this chaotic golden lotus can be used to refine the elixir. This elixir is called Shengxian elixir. Do you think there will be any leftovers of these lotus seeds in the Taoist sect of the Taiqing?"

"I don't think there will be any left."

Feng Bingwen shook his head, but he was still unwilling,
"Master, when is the next time this chaotic golden lotus will bear fruit?"

"The golden lotus knot was 2000 years ago. Next time, we have to wait another thousand years."

Zhao Junxian replied with a smile.

"Thousands of years, the ashes of this ordinary person have been turned into mud!"

Feng Bingwen felt speechless,

"Then what are the other two innate spiritual roots?"

"Enlightenment Tea Tree, and Stealing Celestial Immortal Vine!"

Zhao Junxian answered everything.

"Isn't there leaves?"

Feng Bingwen's eyes lit up.

"The leaves of these two spiritual roots are only full of spiritual energy. Even if you chew all their leaves raw, at most it will only increase your cultivation level, or some enlightenment of the Dao. It will not change your physique unless you take the roots Take more than half of the leaves. But if you do this, then you have to be prepared to be chased and killed by more than three true immortals."

"Isn't there no hope at all?"

Feng Bingwen was immediately discouraged, his mood fluctuated several times, and he felt that the little master was playing with him.

"No, you should know that these three spiritual roots are only on the surface. I have read the classics, made statistics, and read through the history of my human race. Since the first true immortal of the human race came into the world, it has fallen into my human race. There are a total of twelve innate spiritual roots in the hands of immortals, but now there are only three, and nine of them are lost, and I don't know where they are."

"It's not necessarily lost, it's just that some immortals got it, and they didn't make any public announcement."

Feng Bingwen pondered that the principle of not revealing wealth also applies to the practice world. The innate spiritual root is something that is beneficial to the cultivation of immortals, so it will naturally make people salivate. If you don't have enough strength, you may only bring disaster robbery.

"Probably so, but I can be sure that there must be innate spiritual roots in this world who still have no owner, and are waiting for the arrival of a destined person in this certain cave."

Zhao Junxian admitted Feng Bingwen's conjecture, but also made a heart-pounding conjecture.

"Unowned innate spiritual roots?"

Feng Bingwen rubbed his chin, he was afraid that he would leave halazi behind, even a fairy would be greedy for this thing,
"Even if there is, it's impossible to get my turn!"

"If it's about strength, it's not your turn, but if it's about luck, then it's not sure."

Zhao Junxian's words were very meaningful. In his eyes, Feng Bingwen was a man of great luck.

If he wanted to build a foundation with an immortal body, he might be able to obtain an innate spiritual root, and with the help of the spiritual root, he could transform into an immortal.

"Luck is too illusory, unreliable and unreliable."

Feng Bingwen shook his head hastily, he knew what kind of luck he was, and it would be better to accumulate a little more good deeds, save a hundred and eighty thousand, and find a book to make a wish, which is more reliable.

"Luck is indeed illusory, but it really exists, and even immortals admit it."

"It's just waiting for the pie to fall from the sky, so when will it wait? Do you have to wait for God to feed you in your practice?"

Feng Bingwen still disagrees, he is the real son of luck, if he is so lazy, he will be beheaded and take away his luck.

"Since you don't want to wait for God to feed you, then grab it yourself! There are more than twelve spiritual roots in this world."

"How many are there?"

"Da Yan's number, forty-nine!"

"So many?" Feng Bingwen was a little delighted, feeling that he still had a chance.

"But in fact, there are only a dozen or so that are exposed, and most of the innate spiritual roots are unknown."

"But even if there are so many innate spiritual roots, how can I fight for them if I don't practice?"

Feng Bingwen couldn't help shaking his head, isn't this an endless loop?
I want to build an immortal foundation, but I must have innate spiritual roots.

Then go grab it!
But if you want to have innate spiritual roots, you must have the strength of a fairy.

Then practice!
If you want to be destined to become an immortal, you must have an immortal foundation.

Unresolved cycle.

No wonder!
"It's just that you can't cultivate the way of immortality. There are still other paths to choose from in this world!"

Zhao Junxian laughed.

"Is there any other way to go?"

"Budo!"

The ethereal youth in front of him gave an answer that surprised Feng Bingwen.

"Budo?"

"Are you surprised? As a teacher, I am a master of both immortals and martial arts!"

"I just didn't expect, master, that you, a son of a family, would actually practice martial arts."

Feng Bingwen's tone was sincere, and the young man in front of him was really different from those knight-errants who practiced martial arts in his daily life and trained his physique to a high level.

"My teacher is the No. 13 disciple of the Martial Ancestor of the Human Race!"

(End of this chapter)