I am going to live forever in the world of mortals

Chapter 5

"Don't be too polite..."

Zhang Yangming sat at the table with a gloomy expression.

And Zhang Xiuyuan got up, poured tea for Master respectfully, and asked with a smile: "Master, today's practice is over?"

"Practice?"

Zhang Yangming only shook his head, took a sip from his teacup, and asked, "What is cultivation?"

Zhang Xiuyuan frowned slightly, and replied: "Master said, practice is a process of understanding the mind and seeing the nature, and seeing the original mind."

"Knowing the heart and seeing the nature, you can see the original heart."

Zhang Yangming recited what he had said in a daze, looking a little dazed.

He looked at the misty rain outside the window, thinking of the dust in his heart, breeding evil thoughts, he only felt dizzy, and even the bloodshot eyes were a little thicker.

Seeing his master's appearance, Zhang Xiuyuan only thought that his hysteria had occurred again, and hurriedly stepped forward to care: "Master, are you alright?"

"..."

"Master!!"

"..."

Zhang Yangming's face turned blue and then pale, bowed his waist to cover his mouth and coughed violently a few times, the movement was as loud as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiuyuan hurriedly patted his back to comfort him, and when he saw that his master's hands were still slightly red, his complexion couldn't help but change.

"Master, you..."

"Something went wrong in the practice, it hurt the lung meridian, it's a trivial matter."

After Zhang Yangming regained his senses, he waved his hand and interrupted him, and said: "Go to the quiet room of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and help me get the pills on the table."

"Yes…"

Zhang Xiuyuan didn't dare to delay, and ran to Yangxin Hall in three steps and two steps after going out.

Zhang Yangming looked quietly at the back of him running into the rain curtain, his face was full of struggles and entanglements, and finally turned into a long sigh.

"Like me, like me, like me, but unfortunately not me."

The quiet room of the Hall of Mental Cultivation is arranged like a messy and dark study room, with a futon placed in the room, several bookcases filled with ancient books placed against the wall, murals painted on the blank walls and some small poems...

Some ancient books had a thick layer of dust on them, some were thrown on the ground, and when the door was opened, a few pages were flipped by the wind...

This place is Zhang Yangming's practice place, outsiders are not allowed to enter without his summons, so disciples like Zhang Xiuyuan who grew up in Taixu Temple are very unfamiliar with it.

When Zhang Xiuyuan stepped into the quiet room, he couldn't help frowning slightly. His first feeling was that the quiet room was not clean, but it was full of oppression.

When he saw the two crooked lines of poetry on the wall next to the futon, he only felt uncomfortable.

"Replenish the essence and breath to nourish the spirit, and nourish the dantian qi to nourish the body. Someone who learns this kind of technique will live forever!"

He knew that when his master was young, he was also an elegant scholar who was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and poetry.

But the handwriting of the two lines of poems in front of me is crooked, messy like ghostly drawn symbols.

Through the handwriting, he can even imagine that his master must have a mad and sick face when he wrote these two lines of poems!
Zhang Xiuyuan didn't want to think too much, found a bottle of pills on the table, was about to take it back, but seemed to find something, and his eyes fell on an ancient book on the corner of the table.

The cover of the ancient book seemed to be made of some kind of leather, and there were four dark red blood-like fonts of "The Law of Seizing the Foundation" printed on it, which looked extremely strange.

For some reason, when he saw the ancient book, his heart beat a little faster, and he opened the book cover by accident...

When he saw the content in the ancient book, Zhang Xiuyuan felt the world turned upside down and his scalp tingled.

The opening chapter of the ancient book stated that there is a kind of person in this world who is called a "Qi Refiner".

This kind of practitioners can call the wind and call the rain, and cast beans into soldiers, which is quite different from ordinary martial arts practitioners. According to rumors, those who practice to the highest level can even get rid of the fake and get the status of "true immortal".

Its practice system can be roughly divided into five realms and nine levels, namely: refining essence to transform qi, refining qi to transform gods, refining gods to return to the void, refining the void to join the Tao, and the rumored position of "true immortal".

This state of refining and transforming qi is the so-called acquired energy turned into innate energy, and the acquired energy all over the body has become innate vitality.

A qi refiner in this realm can enjoy a lifespan of three hundred, travel in and out of the mundane world, and face thirty or fifty gangsters with ease. Innate warriors are no longer opponents.

For the vast majority of qi refiners, refining and transforming qi is the end of their realm.

If one can cultivate to the state of refining qi and transforming spirits, and condenses the primordial spirit, not only will he have a lifespan of a thousand years, but there will be a great way in front of him, which can be touched;
After cultivating to the state of refining the gods and returning to the void, flying into the sky, escaping from the ground, and entering and exiting the nether world are all easy. If you don't fight with others, you can live more than three thousand years;

As for the realm of refining the void and joining the Tao, the ancient books did not explain what the miraculousness of the qi refining practitioners in this realm is, only saying that they are no different from the rumored 'immortals', and their lifespan may even be nearly ten thousand years!

As for the realm of the 'true fairy', no one can peek into it...

However, not everyone can practice the "Qi Refining Warrior", they must have "Xianyuan".

Zhang Xiuyuan had also read many novels in his previous life, and he also knew that this so-called "immortal fate" was similar to the "spiritual root" in the novels of his previous life, and it was just needed for cultivating immortals.

And the ancient book in front of me called "The Law of Seizing the Foundation" is an evil method of taking other people's "celestial fate" as one's own by means of double cultivation or seizing the house!

What made him shudder the most was that the pages of the book "The Way of Seizing the Foundation" had been worn out, and it didn't take much thinking to know that it was the result of years of reading it!

Master Zhang Yangming did not allow himself and his junior sister to come to the quiet room, and he studied "The Method of Seizing the Foundation" in the quiet room by himself! ?

Zhang Xiuyuan's breath stagnated, as if he had thought of something, the hairs on his back stood on end...

Thinking of his master's character and his abnormal behavior in recent years, he hastily put aside distracting thoughts, closed the ancient book, and left the quiet room with the jade bottle.

After returning to his room, he saw Master still sitting at the table, staring at the misty rain outside the window, looking very lonely.

He carefully handed over the jade bottle in his hand and asked, "Master, is this a pill?"

"Ah."

Hearing the words, Zhang Yangming seemed to have come to his senses, took the pill from the jade bottle, and took one with tea.

After taking the pill, his complexion improved a bit, and he asked casually: "Xiu Yuan, how many years have you been in Taixuguan?"

"Back to Master..."

Zhang Xiuyuan replied respectfully: "It has been 18 years since Master brought him back to the mountain gate."

"It's so fast~"

Zhang Yangming looked nostalgic when he heard the words, and sighed: "Master, I remember that you were very smart when you were young, and you could learn everything at once. All your senior brothers call you a little child prodigy."

"Master's reputation is too high..."

Zhang Xiuyuan smiled shyly, and responded without arrogance or impatience: "I am just a little clever, how can I compare with the senior brothers at that time."

He knew that he was only a human being in two lifetimes, and that he had just merged into this world with an adult soul, far from being a prodigy.

"Don't be too modest..."

Zhang Yangming seemed to have thought of something interesting, and joked with a smile: "Except for the time when you fell into the wishing pool and almost drowned, you are called a child prodigy at other times."

"..."

After this reminder, Zhang Xiuyuan also thought of the fact that he almost drowned in the wishing pool in order to travel back, and at the same time he felt a little emotional.

Seeing this, Zhang Yangming smiled, and suddenly asked: "During the years when Taixu Temple was abandoned, do you have any resentment as a teacher?"

"Master was joking..."

Zhang Xiuyuan shook his head, and replied solemnly: "If the master hadn't adopted him, the disciple would have become meat porridge in the pot or a floating corpse in the prayer pool. There is no repayment for the kindness of rebuilding, so how can we talk about resentment?"

"Just don't complain about being a teacher..."

Zhang Yangming nodded slightly, and sighed: "After so many years of being a teacher, the disciples walked away and scattered. You and Miao Shan never learned anything as a teacher, but you have stayed in Taixu until now. It's not easy."

"..."

Zhang Xiuyuan pondered for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Master, do you care about all the senior brothers returning to the vulgar?"

"Life is a lifetime, grass and trees are autumn."

Zhang Yangming shook his head, "Being a teacher is trapped by the fate of immortals, the Lingtai is covered with dust, and the Taixu Temple has been abandoned for more than ten years. It is right for them to return to the vulgar, and they don't mind being teachers."

"Xianyuan, Xianyuan..."

Zhang Xiuyuan sighed, and asked meaningfully: "Master, is Xianyuan really that important?"

"..."

"Master, you also said just now that in one life, the grass and trees fall in one autumn. Now that you have this understanding, why do you have to stick to the fairy road?"

"..."

Zhang Yangming lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, in those bloodshot eyes there seemed to be two figures, one black and one white, the one in the black robe had a sinister and fierce face, and the one in the white robe had a sad and miserable face...

After a long time, he sighed and said, "Xiu Yuan, there are some things you don't understand..."

(End of this chapter)