Zhuang Jiutian seemed to be soaked in the source of creation fluid, and his broken body was healing rapidly.
Before he could experience the numb and itchy feeling when wounds healed, the broken bones and torn muscles were all restored to their original state, as if he had undergone a rebirth. Zhuang Jiutian clenched his fists subconsciously, feeling something unsettling on his body. With so much strength, it felt like he could punch a hole in the sky with one punch.
Shocked, surprised, and happy, a look of rebirth appeared on Zhuang Jiutian's face, and a clear divine light bloomed in his eyes.
"Thank you, Taoist Master, for saving my life." Zhuang Jiutian, who had recovered as good as ever, hurriedly thanked the fat old Taoist.
The fat old Taoist did not set his sights on the cave because of the scent of the green scale fruit floating in the cave, nor did he take a second look at the suspected sealed holy sword next to Zhuang Jiutian. Instead, he stared at Zhuang with interest. I couldn't stop watching it for nine days.
Zhuang Jiutian suddenly felt a chill and couldn't help thinking, "Isn't this Taoist priest interested in my body?"
Thinking of this, Zhuang Jiutian shuddered and subconsciously took a small step back.
"Haha, what an interesting boy." The old Taoist seemed to be able to see through Zhuang Jiutian's thoughts. After finishing speaking, he looked at him with a half-smile.
Zhuang Jiutian was ashamed and said awkwardly: "In Xiazhuang Jiutian, I don't know what to call him?"
"Pindao saved your life, how do you want to repay your kindness?" The old Taoist did not say his name, but asked with interest how he could repay his kindness.
"Taoist Master is joking. Taoist Master has great supernatural powers. I am just a mortal. My life is like floating in the sky. I don't see the true way. How can I repay the Taoist Master for his kindness of living?" After experiencing life and death, Zhuang Jiutian finally accepted that mortals are like ants. Reality.
"My little friend, you want to see the true Taoist?" The fat Taoist priest seemed to be interested.
"If you don't see the true way, how can you become an immortal? If you can't become an immortal, how can you create a way? If you can't create a way, how can you be transcendent." An inexplicable light flashed in Zhuang Jiutian's eyes, and then quickly dimmed.
This sentence seemed to touch the old Taoist's mind. After a pause, he said: "The monks in the world are like the crucian carp crossing the river, but no one can see as clearly as my little friend."
"The Taoist Master is overly praised. I accidentally broke into this place. I thought I could open the door to spiritual practice, but I never thought that I have wasted several years and achieved nothing. There are many magical medicines and treasures here. If the Taoist Master does not dislike it, I am willing to lend flowers to the Buddha. Send them all to the Taoist Priest."
Zhuang Jiutian couldn't figure out Lao Dao's temperament and didn't dare to bet on whether he would wipe himself out of the world casually, so he no longer had any extravagant demands for all the resources in the cave.
"Listen to what I mean, little friend, you want to step into the door of cultivation, but you can't find the method?" The old Taoist became interested, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
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"Isn't this junior's physique not suitable for cultivation?" Zhuang Jiutian was stunned at first, and then asked with some anxiety.
"Practice? With your physique, it is already a miracle of life to live beyond the age of twenty-five." The old Taoist pointed out the characteristics of Zhuang Jiutian's thin life source very rudely.
"Please ask the Taoist priest to clarify my doubts." Zhuang Jiutian was shocked and went through time. He did not want to die young.
"The wheel of life is so thin that it cannot withstand the ravages of time. The sea of suffering is still there, and the source of life inside is almost exhausted. In the vast universe, I have never met a mortal like you who has grown up with such a thin source of life. "
"Taoist Master, this junior will definitely die?" Zhuang Jiutian was not frightened because of his weak life source, because in an instant he figured out the reason.
Although everyone looks like a human being, the earth he was born in cannot be compared with the earth in this universe. Naturally, he cannot have the same source of life in his body as the human race born here. This is the same as shallow water cannot support dragons.
"That's not necessarily true." From the old Taoist point of view, even if Zhuang Jiutian's life source is ten times thinner, there is still no way to embark on the path of cultivation.
Zhuang Jiutian quickly came to his senses. There is a method of cultivation in this world. As long as he can practice it, it indicates unlimited possibilities in the future. Moreover, his origin is weak. After embarking on the road of cultivation, the effect will be even greater.
obvious.
When Zhuang Jiutian told Lao Dao his thoughts, Lao Dao looked surprised.
"Why do you think that as long as you can cultivate, you can definitely change your destiny against the will of heaven?" The old Taoist looked at Zhuang Jiutian curiously. In his long years, he had never met a young man as special as Zhuang Jiutian.
"Although I am born weak, I am an intelligent being after all, and practice is a means for intelligent beings to learn from heaven and earth and continuously evolve. Being born weak is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that there is no chance to transcend. In the eyes of the younger generation, practice is this opportunity
, can continuously improve the level of life, even if it is as weak as floating, once it embarks on the path of cultivation, its future will become unpredictable."
The old Taoist suddenly smiled and said, "How about I stay with you for a few days, poor Taoist?"
"Taoist Master, please come in." How could Zhuang Jiu not know that his opportunity had come.
Later, under the leadership of Zhuang Jiutian, Lao Tao visited the cave.
When passing by the medicine garden, the old Taoist paused for a moment and commented casually: "It's a good medicine garden with several rare plants that will be of great help to your practice."
"There is a restriction in the center of the medicine garden, and juniors cannot approach it. If there is a elixir that the Taoist Priest likes, I can't do anything about it. I can only ask the Taoist Priest to pick it yourself."
The old man just smiled, and finally glanced at the forbidden and sealed secret room, as if he could see through the stone wall and see something inside through the seal.
"Taoist Master, is the original owner of this place practicing in seclusion in a secret room?" Seeing the expression on the old Taoist's face, Zhuang Jiutian asked boldly.
"Don't worry, that man has transformed into a Taoist. Everything here is ownerless." The old Taoist saw Zhuang Jiutian's worries and directly answered his doubts.
"It made the Taoist priest laugh."
Later, Zhuang Jiutian took Lao Tao to the place where he usually meditates and practices Qi.
As soon as he entered the door, the old Taoist's expression changed, and he stared straight at the bluestone slab where Zhuang Jiutian practiced drawing the "Milk Jar Ancestral Talisman" every day.
Then, the old Taoist seemed to have cast a supreme secret, and in his eyes, time began to flow backwards.
All Zhuang Jiutian's past appeared before Lao Dao's eyes.
Finally, his eyes were fixed on the moment when Zhuang Jiutian was shrouded in the divine light of the "ancestral talisman" and appeared in this world.
"That's it." A smile appeared on the old Taoist's face, and when he looked at Zhuang Jiutian, his eyes changed. "It's actually similar to that immortal phoenix."
Later, the old Taoist asked Zhuang Jiutian: "Do you really want to embark on the path of spiritual practice?"
Zhuang Jiutian nodded heavily and saluted: "Senior, I would like to ask you to fulfill me."
The old Taoist glanced at the environment of the quiet room, and finally focused on the animal skin scripture spread out on the stone table.
"Since you have the heart to follow the Tao, the poor Tao will help you."
Then, he began to preach to Zhuang Jiutian from the animal skin scripture.
Zhuang Jiutian learned for the first time that the content of the animal skin scripture was actually a "Natural Sutra" that could be practiced to the level of a great sage.
In this way, one was willing to learn and the other was willing to teach, and a month passed in a hurry.
On this day, the old Taoist suddenly said to Zhuang Jiutian: "The source of your life is thin. Although the "Natural Sutra" is good, your situation is different. Don't practice it for the time being. The poor Taoist will teach you another great method for building."
The purpose of the foundation."
Then, the old Taoist sent a divine light into Zhuang Jiutian's mind, and a complex pattern began to interweave in his mind. Finally, those patterns turned into the image of a black turtle made of runes.
"Xuangui Baoshu", Zhuang Jiutian immediately understood that what the old Taoist taught was actually a method from the ancient times.
Then, he felt relieved.
Although the Age of Mythology is extremely far away from the chaotic ancient times, Zhetian is just in its infancy, and it is far less sophisticated and complex than it was after generations of ancient emperors and great emperors perfected it in later generations.
The essence of heaven and earth at this time is much richer than in later generations, and the chaotic ancient laws of the world still remain.
"It's time for this poor Taoist to find a place to rest." After passing on the ancient law, the old Taoist suddenly said.
"Senior, what are you doing?" Zhuang Jiutian was a little surprised. Hearing what the old man said, are you going to die?
"Everyone is destined to die. Now that the poor Taoist has reached his end, it is natural that he should die." The old Taoist said it very easily, as if the person who was going to die was not him.
"Okay, our fate has ended, let's part ways." Seeing Zhuang Jiutian want to say something, the old Taoist interrupted him directly.
Zhuang Jiutian was full of respect from the bottom of his heart for this old Taoist who did not know his name and had no name as a teacher, but he was a teacher who preached the truth and solved doubts. When he heard that the old Taoist was about to pass away, Zhuang Jiutian felt very sad.
It's uncomfortable.
However, when he wanted to bid farewell to Lao Dao, Lao Dao suddenly stopped, and with a flash of silver light, a metal-cast classic appeared in Zhuang Jiutian's hands.
"This is some heretical experience that the poor Taoist recorded during his free time, and I give it to you." After saying that, the old Taoist disappeared from the cave out of thin air.
Looking at the empty hall, a trace of reluctance flashed in Zhuang Jiutian's eyes, and then he lowered his head to look at the book in his hand. Three big words like "Yuan Tian Shu" appeared in front of his eyes.
Later, Zhuang Jiutian looked shocked and said to himself: "He turned out to be..."