Taiyi Peak.
Lingguan Hall.
A figure wearing a white robe with bare feet and a white jade crown on her head was standing in front of the threshold, looking at the sky with her hands behind her back. The look in her eyes flashed, and she didn't know whether it was worry or sigh.
"Senior brother, the leader, didn't handle official business?"
A dull and hoarse voice sounded not far away, and then a rainbow light fell to the ground.
The visitor is wearing a black and red robe, has a handsome and pale face, and his long scarlet hair is meticulously tied up. You can vaguely see the purple-black ghost horns hidden on his forehead. He obviously does not look like an ordinary person.
"A disciple died."
"Died during the foundation-building breakthrough." True Lord Taiyi sighed.
Tu Shanjun asked with some surprise: "Senior brother, the leader, would actually care about a disciple who practices Qi Dzogchen?"
It's not that he is unkind, but because he has experienced too much life and death, he has become indifferent. In addition, he is not a person who cares about and cares about him. Death or immortality does not have much impact on the overall situation.
Because they were in different positions, his disciples were far away from him.
This news is like hearing that a distant relative has passed away that you don't know if you are related by blood. There is no emotion in your heart.
Of course, it is indeed a pity to die while breaking through the foundation.
Taiyi Zhenjun did not say anything to Tu Shanjun, nor did he correct Tu Shanjun. He just nodded seriously: "Yes, they are all members of the sect, and I care about them very much."
Tu Shanjun was silent for a long time.
He didn't quite understand this emotion, but he didn't say much.
The devil in the sleeve robe is even less understandable. It is a pure devil who swallowed the monk Yin Shen and was born. From the day he was born, he instinctively plundered the Yin God, life, and resources to achieve his own success.
However, now it does not dare to improve its strength.
Really, the devil is miserable and wants to cry but has no tears.
…
"Senior Brother Fei's cave exploded."
"I know that he failed to break through the foundation building."
Disciples in twos and threes gathered in the cave to deal with the man's funeral.
The moment the cave opened.
A strong smell of blood mixed with the smoke of the explosion came out, and it seemed to be mixed with the faint smell of roasted flesh and blood. The Qi practitioner who entered first was vomiting.
Spray all the food and drink accumulated in the morning on the ground.
The Foundation Establishment Deacon who was guarding the door waved his hand to stop several Qi Practicing Dzogchen disciples who had gathered, and exhorted: "There is nothing interesting to see. If you look at it, it will shake your heart towards the Tao."
Qiu Wandao was also among them.
His cave was so close that such a loud noise woke him up.
He craned his neck to look along the gap.
The cave was a puddle of rotten flesh. Only the legs seemed to be intact and kept in a cross-legged posture. Because the monk's vitality was strong, the blown-out rotten organs were still slowly squirming.
The exploding flesh and blood spread on the inner wall of Dongfu Lake, mixed with scalps, eyes...
Nausea, nausea.
Even though Old Man Qiu was used to seeing life and death, he was so frightened that he backed away when he saw Senior Brother Fei's miserable state. No wonder Senior Brother Zhuji stopped them again and again. If he really took a look at them, maybe his Taoist mind would be unstable and he would break through.
Sometimes bad things happen.
Return to the cave and activate the magic circle.
Looking back on the first half of his life, Qiu Wandao smiled: "Sixty years..."
He always felt that there was a feeling in his chest that he wanted to express, but he didn't know how to express it. He just felt embarrassed.
Suddenly.
A melodious voice rang in his ears.
"For sixty years it was a mess, from the east wall to the west wall. Now that we have cleaned it up, the water is still as green as the sky."
Qiu Wandao's eyes widened fiercely, and he looked around frantically for something.
He thought he was hallucinating, but then the voice sounded again: "Maybe you really have the source method. Using the two elixirs together can give you a little more hope."
"Thank you, senior, for your advice."
…
Taiyi Zhenjun, who was in front of the threshold of Lingguan Hall, looked at Tushanjun with a strange expression.
Tu Shanjun looked as usual.
As if nothing had happened, he said: "When I was seeking Taoism, I also hoped to meet a senior who would give me some guidance. Later, I met several seniors, but they all had different ideas. Later, I became a senior myself."
"Looking back, the old grandfather was actually me."
"Grandpa?"
"Those great powers in the novels who once flew into the sky and escaped from the earth died..." Tu Shanjun rarely explained a few words about this matter to Zhenjun Taiyi, and described it in detail from beginning to end.
After listening to this, Zhenjun Taiyi suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."
Then he stared at Tu Shanjun with an even weirder look and said, "Why do you feel like you want to be my father? I'll tell you in advance, junior brother, senior brother, I will always be my senior brother. Even if you are junior brother, you don't want to be my father."
Now it was Tushanjun's turn to wrinkle his features and take a hissing breath: "This is all such a mess."
Tu Shanjun thought of business and asked seriously: "Senior brother, does the leader know anything about ancient characters?" He came here just to take care of the disciples who were about to build the foundation. Making life tablets is a delicate job and requires a lot of preparation.
The most important thing is that he still hasn't understood what he saw last time.
"Ancient characters?" Taiyi Zhenjun stopped joking.
Tu Shanjun was not stingy, he took out a blood jade gourd, opened the gourd and looked inside to see twisted and floating blood-colored text. The first one was 'Yuan Sheng Sheng Demon Transformation into Immortality Method', and then he looked down to see the general directory and records.
The spells and magical powers that came down.
Since the last time he tempered his soul flag, Tu Shanjun accidentally saw part of the text clearly. What he saw later was still the same as before. The text didn't look like text, the image didn't look like it, it felt like a living thing.
"Junior brother, you won't drink from this gourd?"
"It's no longer needed now."
"Ever used?"
"I thought it would be better to use it to hold wine when I am idle. It is also considered a waste."
"This is not a place for drinking. This thing looks similar to the sect's inherited jade statue. Maybe there is a powerful person staying in it and pretending to be an old man."
Taiyi Zhenjun studied it carefully and said: "As for this writing, is it the writing of other great realms?"
"Other realms?"
"In large realms that are surrounded by territorial barriers, such as the Eastern Wilderness where we are located, as well as Middle-earth, the monks are unevenly distributed due to problems with spiritual energy, spiritual veins, and resource carrying in various places."
Tu Shanjun nodded in agreement.
Without the fourth-level spiritual veins, they cannot support the True Monarch Nascent Soul, and without the fifth-level spiritual veins, they cannot support the Lord Transformation of God. Unable to continue their practice, they will definitely cross the territorial barrier and go to a place that can help them practice.
For example, Taiyi Zhenjun's placement of spiritual veins is inherently damaging, and there is not enough land for the spiritual veins to stretch, so artificial land reclamation is needed to create a land sufficient for the spiritual veins to stretch.
The fourth-level top-quality spiritual veins require five hundred thousand miles, and the fifth-level spiritual veins must be increased several times, which has created the current distribution of practitioners.
The smaller the place, the less likely the practitioners will be too strong. The larger the place, the more powerful practitioners will be.
Taiyi Zhenjun studied it carefully and said: "I don't recognize the ancient characters on this either." Then he returned the blood jade gourd to Tu Shanjun: "Maybe junior brother can go to the Sutra Pavilion to find the answer you want."
"I brought many of the books in the Sutra Pavilion from the sect. Although they are not many, they still contain a lot of content."
"Actually, I know part of the text."
"Know?" Now it was Taiyi Zhenjun's turn to be surprised.
Others may not understand, but he knows Tushanjun's footsteps.
When I was in Daheishan, I was a Golden Core monk, and later I broke through to Nascent Soul. How could such a native 'native' know the writing of other great realms?
"The last time I sacrificed the Soul Refining Flag..." Tu Shanjun described the situation in detail last time. At that time, he seemed to be affected by this thing and fantasized about becoming an immortal. It was Taiyi Zhenjun who took out the treasure and integrated it into the Soul Flag.
wide awake.
Taiyi Zhenjun thought for a moment and said: "The Soul Banner merged with the beads to gain a space, and the junior brother was also a blessing in disguise, allowing his eyes to have more magical powers. Maybe it was because the Soul Banner absorbed some of its characteristics."
"What the head brother means," Tu Shanjun said immediately in shock: "It's not that the blood jade gourd influenced me, but that Hun Banner wanted to melt the blood jade gourd at that time, so I didn't understand the words on it until later."
"It's very possible." Taiyi Zhenjun nodded.
After hearing this, Tu Shanjun's heart was filled with enthusiasm again. If the Blood Jade Gourd hadn't influenced him, then the above scripture on becoming an immortal should be reasonable and could be used as an alternate path.
You also have to be wary of being influenced by others.
It should be noted that this fusion is two-way, if you can't stand it, you will be in trouble.
Thinking of this, Tu Shanjun pondered. Next time when he is offering sacrifices to the soul banner of his deity, it is best to take out the blood jade gourd and place it somewhere else to avoid being affected.
…
Another half month.
"Breakthrough!"
"What number is this?"
"The sixth one," said the sword-flying disciple.
Since the Foundation Establishment Pill was issued a month ago, there has been a sixth Foundation Establishment Senior Brother. The one who originally had poor qualifications in the outer sect and relied on his age has become an inner sect disciple, making them very envious.
The cave door slowly opened.
Qiu Wandao walked out of the smoke and dust, and he finally broke through to the foundation-building realm.
At that time, I thought that Senior Brother Fei's death was an inspiration, but I didn't expect to receive a message from a mysterious person, and a general outline was passed down. I had an epiphany on the spot, took two Foundation Establishment Pills and closed the door for 21 days to finally complete the Foundation Establishment.
The foundation-building deacon who had been guarding for a long time flew over, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Congratulations, junior brother."
The congratulations from other neighboring brothers and sisters seemed not to reach Qiu Wandao's ears. He only heard: "Junior brother, you can go to the Taiyi Peak Spiritual Palace to meet the ancestor."
"Meet the ancestor."
"Does foundation building have such an honor?"
"Because the backbone of the sect is weak, perhaps the head of general affairs will provide guidance to the newly promoted junior disciples in the future," the foundation-building deacon explained.
"Thank you for the tip, senior brother. I don't know his name?"
"My name is Li Guangcheng."
Qiu Wandao flew through the clouds and mist all the way to the mountainside of the peak, and then walked up quickly until he passed the Lingguan Palace and stood in the lobby of the Lingguan Palace. He quickly bowed and saluted: "Inner disciple Qiu Wandao, pay my respects to the old man.
Ancestor."
Taiyi Zhenjun looked at Qiu Wandao below, nodded slightly and said, "Are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"
Qiu Wandao immediately widened his eyes and raised his head tremblingly.
Pu Tong knelt on the ground.
"Disciple Qiu Wandao pays homage to Master."
He never thought that he would be able to go to the big sect one day, let alone that his ancestor would accept him as a disciple. He was so excited that he also had a strong fear, if his hidden spiritual roots made his ancestor disgusted...
…
"Master...I...my qualifications..."
"Don't worry, it's just a hidden spiritual root. I have a secret method that can solve it."
This chapter has been completed!