Heavy snow has closed the mountains, but there is still spring lingering on Longhu Mountain, which is quite a paradise. Time flies and it is January again.

Beneath the Bamboo Garden, a secret grotto was quietly opened. This was the result of Liu Er and Hong Yun's joint efforts.

The spiritual spring gurgled, and ethereal spiritual intelligence permeated the place. Sitting cross-legged on a stone futon, with light shining between his brows, Zhang Chunyi was meditating and concentrating.

In front of him was a tall stone wall about 100 meters long, on which was engraved the shadow of a dragon with both spirit and form.

Ancestral Aperture, along with a dull dragon roar, a dragon emerged from the gray mist. Its scales were pale and most of them had fallen off, revealing rotten flesh and blood. Its dark yellow eyes were full of resentment, and there was no trace of dragon in them.

Majestic.

"In the picture of Jiaofu, the dragon is just the appearance, and resentment is the root cause."

The divine form condensed, and Zhang Chunyi frowned slightly as he looked at this rotten dragon.

After a period of enlightenment, he finally came into contact with the root of Jiao Fu Tu, but the things in it made him frown, because the root of this inheritance is eternal hatred.

People have seven emotions and six desires, and these things are often the easiest to touch the soul. Therefore, some cultivators use this as a foundation to create various ways of thinking, such as love and lust.

This kind of concept is the easiest to touch the soul, so once you get started, your progress is often very fast. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a thousand miles, but if you take the wrong path, it will never end well.

Immortal cultivators who practice such concepts are often fascinated by the seven emotions and six desires, turning into obsessions and sinking in the world of mortals. No matter how hard it is to break free, the most important thing is that few such immortal cultivators can achieve Yin Shen.

"This idea of ​​Taoism is not of great reference for me, but it can still be used as a whetstone."

Looking at the rotten dragon that roared and radiated hatred, Zhang Chunyi's eyes moved slightly.

After getting the dragon and dragon diagram, Zhang Chunyi originally wanted to use it as a reference. After all, the Taishang Dragon and Tiger Temple inheritance also involves visualizing the dragon's mind, but what he didn't expect was that this original visualization diagram of the dragon was just a representation of the dragon.

Look, hatred is the root cause.

"The world is like an oven, and the road to immortality is not smooth. Hundreds of difficulties are thrown at you, like tigers blocking the road and evil dragons in the streams. They need to be overcome with great perseverance, great wisdom, and great means."

Visualizing dragons and tigers, transforming all catastrophes into dragons and tigers, with the sound of the Tao echoing in his ears, Zhang Chunyi stretched out his palm.

With the blessing of a thought as strong as divine iron and as heavy as a mountain, Zhang Chunyi pinched the rotten dragon in his hand, as if pinching a bedbug with his small palm that could cover the sky.

Roaring, the dragon roared continuously, the hatred in its eyes turned into substance and flowed out, and the rotten dragon struggled desperately.

"I can't move my heart, so there's nothing I can do."

Invisible power burst out from the palm of his hand, and the roar of the rotten dragon suddenly stopped and exploded into a ball of black mist.

Visualizing the Jiao Futu again and again, squeezing the dragon to pieces again and again, relying on its ever-lasting hatred, Zhang Chunyi tempered his soul again and again, and as time passed, Zhang Chunyi's soul gradually became immovable.

The breath.

The days passed peacefully, using the Jiao Fu Tu to sharpen his soul, participating in the art of refining weapons with Liu Er, exploring the potential of interior locations, and studying the Taishang Alchemy Sutra. Zhang Chunyi's time was very tight.

During this process, Zhang Chunyi would occasionally take time to teach the two disciples at Longhu Mountain, among whom Zhuang Yuan was the main one. After all, he had already embarked on the path to immortality.

In the thatched cottage, with a reddish complexion, Zhuang Yuan was explaining the secrets of visualization to Bai Zhining. He was a little embarrassed when Bai Zhining asked for advice.

Bai Zhining, who was wearing a mask, listened attentively, not feeling at all that there was anything shameful in asking an eight-year-old child for advice.

Walking into the thatched cottage, seeing such a scene, his eyes fell on Bai Zhining, and Zhang Chunyi's expression moved slightly.

Although Bai Zhining's talent is not as good as Zhuang Yuan's, her perseverance is extraordinary, and she can be regarded as a spiritual seed. However, hatred has taken root in her heart and is difficult to restrain, so that she has been unable to step into the threshold of visualization.

Seeing Zhang Chunyi walking in, Zhuang Yuan and Bai Zhining immediately sat down.

"Today we talk about why we practice."

Withdrawing his gaze, Zhang Chunyi temporarily modified the content of the lecture.

"Bai Zhining, please stay here for a while."

After the class was finished, Zhang Chunyi spoke as he looked at the two people preparing to leave.

Hearing this, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, and Bai Zhining stopped leaving.

"Why do you practice?"

After Zhuang Yuan left, Zhang Chunyi spoke while looking at Bai Zhining, who was looking gloomy.

After hearing this, Bai Zhining was silent for a while and then uttered two words: revenge.

Zhang Chunyi was not surprised when he heard this answer.

"Maybe let it go?"

Gazing into Bai Zhining's eyes, Zhang Chunyi spoke again.

Hearing this, Bai Zhining hesitated, fell silent, silently lowered her gaze, and avoided Zhang Chunyi's sight.

"Can't or don't want to?"

The power of the soul stirred, and at this moment, Zhang Chunyi's words gained a touch of power, exploding in Bai Zhining's ears like thunder.

Hearing this, Bai Zhining's originally wandering eyes suddenly flashed with determination.

"The disciple is neither able nor willing."

Confessing her true feelings, Bai Zhining expressed her attitude.

As the only two disciples of Longhu Mountain, although she is an outer disciple, Bai Zhining can still apply to enter the Library Pavilion. In addition to the real inheritance, she can read the rest of the Taoist scriptures.<

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After practicing contemplation and making little progress, she also wanted to find the answer in these Taoist scriptures. Through research, she was vaguely aware of her own problems, but she was unwilling to let go. This was her original intention to seek immortality.

, if this also needs to be let go, then what else can this immortal have to cultivate?

Seeing Bai Zhining like this, Zhang Chunyi made a decision in his heart.

"Even if this road is full of thorns and there is a danger of sinking, you are still unwilling to give up?"

With a solemn look on his face, Zhang Chunyi asked again.

Hearing this, Bai Zhining nodded without hesitation.

"Then come with me. I hope you won't regret it in the future."

While talking, Zhang Chunyi walked out.

Hearing this and looking at Zhang Chunyi's leaving figure, Bai Zhining was startled for a moment and then suddenly became happy. If she guessed correctly, it would be possible for her to embark on the path to immortality.

In the underground grotto, Bai Zhining followed Zhang Chunyi and came here.

"This picture is called the Jiaofu Picture. It is the most primitive visualization picture. It is based on hatred. If the hatred in your heart is difficult to get rid of, then you may be able to find a path of your own with the help of this picture."

Standing in front of the Jiaofu picture, with his back to Bai Zhining, Zhang Chunyi spoke.

Hearing this, her eyes fell on the stone wall, and Bai Zhining vaguely saw a pale dragon with cunning and malicious eyes smiling at her.
Chapter completed!