Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 823
Zhou Fan, who took this scene into his eyes, shook his head, swung his sleeves, and a flash of spiritual light flew out, and his figure disappeared immediately.

The pear seller was crying and howling, when suddenly he saw a big scalper beside him, and his crying stopped.

"Thank you Immortal, thank you Immortal."

After thanking him several times, he led the scalper back home happily.

……

The sky was gloomy, and the wind whizzed past, rolling up dust all over the sky.

Zhou Fan came to a city again, which was much better than Shunzhou City, but it was full of dragons and snakes, all kinds of local ruffians, robbers and bandits mixed in.

On the street, everyone carries a sword with a sword, and if there is a conflict between words, they will kill each other.

"Haha! Die!"

A big bearded man held a sledgehammer and danced wildly, causing blood to fly everywhere, and broken limbs and arms were everywhere.

But before he was happy for too long, he was cut off from behind with a knife.

A short and slender middle-aged man cut off his head, held it in his hand, and immediately became the center of the battle.

And the people around seemed to have gotten used to this situation, and they didn't feel any discomfort at all. On the contrary, there were applause from time to time.

Zhou Fan stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the fight in front of him. He experienced several realms, most of which were like this, chaotic and disorderly, fighting, and bones buried in the wild.

"This world shouldn't be like this."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Fan's figure suddenly turned into aura of aura, blending into the darkness.

In this world, there is chaos and disorder, and there are many people here who are greedy for lust, enjoy misfortune, kill and fight, are promiscuous and deceitful, deceive and cheat, have no morals, are unfaithful and filial, are unrighteous and unkind, hide their hearts from themselves, and kill their lives. kill animals.

And this source is the so-called gods.

At this moment, all the gods and spirits in this world and the creatures who have successfully cultivated Dao felt a wave of thought enter their minds.

Almost instantly, they understood that soon, the road to heaven would be cut off, and the dharma-ending catastrophe would come to the world. In the future, the spiritual power of heaven and earth would gradually decline, but they would no longer be able to seek longevity by relying on Taoism.

Many so-called Shangzhen Dao monks were very worried after learning about this.

They don't care if they can achieve longevity, but if they can't draw inspiration from the world, wouldn't this mana power be useless.

In this way, even the Dazong Shangzong will undoubtedly be defeated, at most it will just persist for a long time.

Before all the monks are ready, at this moment, anyone with a little cultivation can feel a sudden and indescribable pressure, like a barrier separating the world, boundless and extremely cold , drowned the monk's induction.

At this moment, the more advanced a person's cultivation, the stronger the feeling.

A hint of enlightenment rose in everyone's hearts, the road to heaven was broken, and the catastrophe of the Dharma had officially come.

A god withdrew from those feelings and sighed for a long time. The mighty power just now made him unable to have the slightest thought of resistance.

At this moment, he looked at everything in the world with a solemn expression. Compared with the original, the world at this moment seemed to be covered with dust that was difficult to wipe off.

His eyes were extremely deep, the sudden catastrophe of the Dharma is really amazing, the so-called cutting off the way to heaven is like this.

The Dharma-ending catastrophe has come, and it is coming at a jaw-dropping speed.

In order to protect themselves, the sects and gods of many great sects jointly opened up a heaven outside world, and jointly protected this place with magical powers, so that monks can enter it, so that the sect will not break the inheritance, and perhaps have a chance to persevere until the great The day the robbery ends.

All of a sudden, many well-connected monks flocked to the outside world.

Suddenly, thirty years have passed, and the power of the Dharma-ending catastrophe is gradually revealed.

Some sects who do not give up try to recruit disciples, but no matter how talented the disciples are, they cannot enter the path of cultivation.

Only some techniques of exhalation and physical exercise are still effective. If you persist for a long time, you can hear and see clearly, and all diseases are difficult to invade.

……

Ziyun Temple stands on a very ordinary hill. To the southeast, there is a small town with about [-] people. In this remote place, it can be regarded as a large population.

There are more than a dozen big families living here, headed by the Luo and Ming families.

On this day, the news that the young master of the Luo family was accepted as a disciple by the old god of Ziyun Temple spread in the town.

The old fairy of Ziyun Guan knew many spells, and the people in the town were all in awe, and they were naturally envious when they learned that Mr. Luo was accepted into the sect.

Let's talk about this young master of the Luo family, named only Ji, until now he still remembers that day, an old man he accidentally met, unexpectedly turned out to be the old fairy of Ziyun Temple, and he was able to worship under him.

At night, Luo Ji looked at the moonlight outside the window, thinking that he would learn spells soon, and felt indescribably happy.

The next day, Luo Jiman thought that his master would teach him spells, but he only gave him an ax and told him to go up the mountain to chop wood.

He was full of reluctance, and in his capacity, he had never done such rough work, but he didn't dare to refute the words of the master, so he had to obey the orders.

There were thorns and rocks everywhere on the mountain, and it didn't take long before Luo Ji's hands and feet were covered with blood blisters.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

Luo Ji's hands and feet were gradually worn down with calluses, and at the same time, a lot of resentment had accumulated in his heart. In the early morning, after seeing the calluses on his hands, the tight string in his heart could no longer bear it, and he quit. up.

He did as soon as he thought of it, and he immediately walked to the meditation hall, preparing to explain it to the master tomorrow.

When he returned to the temple, he saw the master and some guests talking and laughing happily while drinking.

Seeing him coming in, the master told him to sit aside. As soon as he sat down, Luo Ji was startled. The fatigue on his body disappeared immediately, and his whole body looked refreshed.

At this time, a guest said: "There is wine and no music and dance, but it is almost meaningless."

After speaking, he picked up a chopstick with a smile and threw it into the field, and immediately turned into a woman with immortal muscles and bones, with fluttering clothes and dancing gracefully.

After the dance, the woman jumped into the air and landed on Luo Ji's table. Just when he was a little panicked, the woman had already returned to a chopstick.

Seeing all this, Luo Ji was dumbfounded, and the thought of going home was completely forgotten by him immediately.

After a while, the guests began to disperse, leaving only the master and apprentice in the field.

After another month, Luo Jiquan insisted on relying on what he saw at the banquet that day.

However, I still don't see the master's intention to teach him spells.

He couldn't stand it any longer. At night, he ran to his master and said, "Master is above, and the disciple is always taken care of at home. I really can't bear the hard life of going out early and returning late. Please master, for the sake of my disciple's suffering for these two months, please pass me a little spell."

The old fairy said: "In that case, you can go home tomorrow."

Luo Ji begged bitterly: "Master, please have mercy, and teach me a little magic, so it's not in vain for my disciples to come here."

The old fairy shook his head and said, "What spell do you want to learn?"

Hearing this, Luo Ji immediately gestured with both hands: "It's the spell that used chopsticks at the banquet that day!"

The old god shook his head and said: "This method requires a hundred years of hard work under my sect before I can gain anything."

Hearing the word "hundred years", Luo Ji shuddered all over, and said: "I see that the master walks on weekdays, and the walls can't stop him, so I should learn this."

Old Shen Xiao didn't shake his head this time, and agreed with a smile. He pointed with his hand, and a little golden light entered between Luo Ji's eyebrows. Then he pointed at the wall and said, "Go into the wall."

Roger faced the wall, his legs trembling, and he dared not go forward.

"Try it, it's fine."

Hearing this, Luo Ji took a few steps, but stopped again.

"Bow your head and go straight forward." The old fairy's tone was a little unhappy.

There was no way, Luo Ji had no choice but to bite the bullet and run forward, before he knew it, he got to the outside.

He was very happy, and was about to enter the temple to thank the master, but then he realized that he could not open the door of the temple. He called the master several times but got no response.

Helpless, he had no choice but to salute respectfully outside the gate, and then went home.

It's just that he might be so happy that he didn't see the series of eight large characters on the gate.

'It should be clean and held, otherwise it will not be tested'.

When Roger returned home, he boasted to those around him, "I've learned to go down the mountain."

Some people don't believe it, thinking that Luo Ji was driven down the mountain by the old god.

Luo Ji immediately said: "I am very talented, and I know what the old gods know."

Fearing that some people would not believe it, Luo Ji immediately recited the spell and ran towards the wall.

There was a bang, and Luo Ji hit his head against the wall and fell to the ground. Others hurriedly helped him up, only to see a big bump on his forehead.

Roger hung his head like a deflated rubber ball.

The matter spread in the town, and attracted the attention of a collateral clan member of the Ming family, another big family.

This person's name is Minghe, and after hearing about Luo Ji's affairs, his mind became more thoughtful.

Minghe was also lucky. When he was a child, when he was playing with his companions, he accidentally lost his way, got separated from the crowd, and walked to a cave without knowing it.

At this time, when the setting sun was setting in the west, he saw a light emerging from the cave, and out of curiosity, he walked in.

He walked in following the light, and after walking for about thirty steps, he saw a large stone tablet, and the light came from above the stone tablet.

Although the light in the cave is bright and white, it is not too dazzling to look at, but has a warm feeling.

On the stone tablet, however, it was full of strange characters, which he didn't understand when he was young, but when he got older, he learned that these characters were specially used for monks, and contained the truth of the movement of heaven and earth.

It's just that until now, he hasn't been able to know what is recorded on it.

He also knew about the old god of Ziyun Temple, but in the past he kept this secret tightly, but now he is also in a hurry, and he is going to go to Ziyun Temple to apprentice, thinking that he can learn the ability to recognize those characters.

So, the next day, the news spread that Minghe went up the mountain to pay homage to his teacher.

Everyone was waiting for when he couldn't hold on anymore, and even opened the market.

However, to everyone's disappointment, one month, two months, three months...Ming He didn't go down the mountain. If news didn't come out from time to time, almost everyone thought he was in some accident.

Three years later.

Minghe stood outside the gate of the temple, made a big salute to the temple, and then went down the mountain.

In the past three years, he had cut through the firewood forest on the mountain, polished the poles for carrying water until they were bright, and did all kinds of chores. Finally, he learned the ability to recognize eclipses from the old god.

After going down the mountain, he didn't go to the cave in a hurry, but waited for the news he had insisted on for three years to calm down before leaving.

At this time, when he went to look at the etched texts again, he could already understand the meaning of them.

This is a technique of breathing.

At the first glance, he was a little disappointed, probably because he learned from the old god that the world today is the end of the Dharma, and it seems that this kind of magic formula that swallows up the wisdom of the world has long been useless.

Those who can still retain one or two mana nowadays are all specialized in foreign medicine.

Although it is the Great Tribulation of the End of Dharma, the treasures of heaven, material and earth are not in it, and it is still the same as before.

And relying on this treasure of heaven and earth, monks can still maintain one or two of the previous prestige. Of course, this way of foreign medicine is quite costly. Without the full support of the master or a big family, they may not even be able to step into the initial stage.

And he is only a collateral branch of the Ming family, so how could he get the support of the whole family.

Therefore, he put all his hopes on this eclipse.

The current result made him extremely disappointed, but when he was looking at the art of breathing, he couldn't help practicing it, and the whole person suddenly became dazed.

When he woke up again, counting the time, it was already a night, but he felt that it was only a short moment.

Jumping up from the ground and jumping a few more times, he found that his body was lighter than before, and his five senses became extremely sensitive.

He immediately realized that this technique of breathing and breathing was not the technique of breathing and breathing that he had previously understood.

This technique only plays a role of traction, when using this technique, it will match with some kind of power in the dark, and only then can mana be developed.

Yes, he has practiced mana, and he has practiced mana without taking foreign medicine.

If this gets out...Minghe's heart trembles when he thinks of the consequences it will lead to.

Even though he was going to destroy the stele, he didn't know what the stele was made of. No matter what method he used, he couldn't destroy it.

Minghe thought for a while, since this stele cannot be destroyed, it will be discovered by others sooner or later, no matter how long it takes, even thousands of years later.

That being the case, he might as well take the initiative.

That night, he went up the mountain himself, and told the old god the art of breathing on the stone tablet.

The old god tried it and found that this technique was really useful, so he lost his composure and laughed and cried.

But after his emotions stabilized, he experienced this technique carefully, only to find that although this technique of breathing and breathing can be cultivated, its practice concept is very different from the current popular way of foreign medicine or the way of breathing in and out of heaven and earth in the past. The same shape is a completely new method of practice.

And this also brings up a new problem, how high is the upper limit of this method, and it is hard to say to what level it can be practiced.

This made him hesitate, the way of foreign medicine is already a very suitable method now, if he specializes in this new method...he is a little uncertain.

(End of this chapter)