Feng Bingwen was stunned when he heard this. He was really shocked.
The origin of his master was greater than he imagined. He was the son of two immortals. His talents and qualifications were not unreasonable.
But at this time, the background of this master was no longer the focus of his concern, but the threshold for attaining the pulse status of an immortal was so high that it made people despair.
If you create your own sutras, you can also read more about the Taoist Canon, spend some time and accumulate some time, and maybe you will suddenly wake up and create sutras that suit you.
But this innate immortal body, where can I go from here? If you are born with it, you will not have it. If you don’t have it, you will not have it.
"Do you feel hopeless?"
Looking at the changing expressions on Feng Bingwen's little face, Zhao Junxian only found it interesting and asked with a smile.
"Despair is not enough. There is no hope of becoming an immortal. Then we should settle for the next best thing and achieve the first level. There is no chance of becoming an immortal and attaining the Tao."
Feng Bingwen said frankly that it wasn't that he didn't work hard, but that he didn't give him a chance.
"It is with such a mind that one is like a person seeking the Tao!"
Zhao Junxian nodded in praise and looked at Feng Bingwen with more admiration, as if he was satisfied with every move he made.
"But there is one thing you are mistaken about. It is not only the descendants of immortals who have the opportunity to open the veins of immortals. In ancient times, there are records of sages opening the veins of immortals with their mortal bodies."
"Teacher, how did the ancient sages do it?"
"Opportunity!"
"ah?"
"Consume the innate spiritual things to seize the creation of heaven and earth, and then the mortal body will rebel against the innate body."
"Innate spiritual things, there shouldn't be many of them!"
Even if he didn't understand it, Feng Bingwen knew from the name that such a heaven-defying thing was definitely extremely rare.
"Naturally there are not many. There are only three innate spiritual roots in the nine continents of the human race. Only one of them can bear fruits containing innate energy, and that is the Chaos Golden Lotus of Taiqing Dao Sect. This Chaos Golden Lotus bears fruit every three thousand years. Every time
The knot was only nine lotus seeds."
"Uh, Master, I would like to ask, are there any extra lotus seeds in this Taiqing Taoist sect?"
Feng Bingwen's heart started to feel restless again. He rubbed his hands and asked the teacher.
"The lotus seeds formed by the Chaos Golden Lotus can be used to refine the elixir. This elixir is called Shengxian Dan. Do you think there will be any leftovers of these lotus seeds in the Taiqing Taoist Sect?"
"I don't think there will be any left."
Feng Bingwen shook his head, but he was still unwilling.
"Master, when will this Chaos Golden Lotus bear fruit next?"
"This golden lotus was born two thousand years ago. The next time, we have to wait another thousand years."
Zhao Junxian replied with a smile.
"After a thousand years, the ashes of this ordinary person have turned into mud!"
Feng Bingwen felt speechless,
"Then what are the other two innate spiritual roots?"
"Enlightenment Tea Tree, and Heaven-stealing Immortal Vine!"
Zhao Junxian answered everything.
"Don't these have leaves?"
Feng Bingwen's eyes lit up.
"The leaves of these two spiritual roots are just full of spiritual energy. Even if you chew all their leaves raw, it will only increase your cultivation level or gain some enlightenment. It will not change your physique unless you uproot the roots.
Eat more than half of the leaves. But if you do this, you have to be prepared to be chased by more than three true immortals."
"Isn't there no hope at all?"
Feng Bingwen suddenly became a little discouraged, and his mood fluctuated several times. He felt that the young master was playing with him.
"No, you should know that these three spiritual roots are only on the surface. I have read through the classics, made statistics, and read through the history of my human race. They are the first true immortal of my human race who has fallen into our world.
The total number of innate spiritual roots in the hands of human immortals is twelve, but now there are only three of them, and nine of them are lost and I don’t know where they are."
"It's not necessarily lost, it's just that some immortals got it and didn't announce it to the outside world."
Feng Bingwen thought about it, the principle of not exposing wealth also applies to the world of cultivation. Innate spiritual roots are beneficial to the cultivation of immortals. Naturally, they will make people salivate. If they do not have enough strength, they may only bring disaster.
Tribulation.
"That's probably the case, but I can be sure that there must be innate spiritual roots in this world that are still ownerless, waiting for the arrival of the destined person in this blessed land somewhere."
Zhao Junxian acknowledged Feng Bingwen's conjecture, but also put forward a thrilling guess.
"The innate spiritual root of the Masterless?"
Feng Bingwen touched his chin, he was afraid that he would leave something like this, even an immortal would be greedy for it.
"Even if there is, it's impossible for me to get my turn!"
"If it's about strength, of course it won't be your turn, but if it's about luck, it's hard to say."
Zhao Junxian's words were profound. In his eyes, Feng Bingwen was a man of great luck.
If he wants to use his immortal body to build a foundation, he might be able to obtain an innate spiritual root, and with the help of the spiritual root, he can transform into an immortal.
"Luck is too illusory and unreliable."
Feng Bingwen quickly shook his head. He knew what kind of luck he had. It would be more reliable to save a little more good deeds, save a hundred and eighty thousand, and make a wish in the heavenly book.
"Luck is indeed illusory, but it is real. Even the immortals admit it."
"If you're just waiting for pie to fall from the sky, then how long will it take? Do you have to wait for God to feed you when you practice?"
Feng Bingwen still disagrees. He is a true son of luck. If he is so lazy, he will be killed and his luck will be taken away.
"Since you don't want to wait for God to feed you, then go grab it yourself! There are more than twelve spiritual roots in the world."
"How many is that?"
"The number of Dayan is four-nine!"
"So many?" Feng Bingwen was a little happy, feeling that he still had a chance.
"But in fact, there are only a dozen or so that are exposed on the surface, and the vast majority of innate spiritual roots are unknown."
"But even if there are so many innate spiritual roots, how can I fight for them if I don't practice?"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but shake his head, isn't this an endless cycle?
I want to build a fairy foundation, but I must have innate spiritual roots.
Then go grab it!
But if you want to have innate spiritual roots, you must have the strength of an immortal.
Then practice!
If you want to be destined to become an immortal, you must have the foundation of immortality.
A cycle with no solution.
How strange!
"It's just that I can't cultivate the path to immortality. There are still other paths to choose from in this world!"
Zhao Junxian smiled.
"Is there any other way to go?"
"Martial arts!"
The ethereal young man in front of him gave an answer that surprised Feng Bingwen.
"Martial arts?"
"Are you surprised? My teacher is a practitioner of both immortality and martial arts!"
"I just didn't expect that Master, you look like this and actually practice martial arts."
Feng Bingwen's tone was sincere. The young man in front of him was really different from the knights and knights in his daily life who practiced useless practices and trained their bodies to be big and thick.
"You should know that my master is the thirteenth disciple of the Martial Ancestor of the human race!"