Lu Yu said: "You are just a weapon spirit, but you probably don't know that there was a legend in the outside world."
"Legend has it that there was a mortal who was obsessed with spiritual practice. In order to become a monk, he kept practicing and practicing martial arts. Finally, one day he achieved great success in cultivation and had the opportunity to become a real monk."
"But he didn't expect that just when he was about to break through, his enemies came to kill him. At the same time, they smashed all the muscles and bones of his hands and feet, gouged out his eyes, and made him forcibly reborn.
For useless people."
The old man Qi Ling sighed: "When you are at your peak, if you suddenly suffer a major blow in your life, you may become unstable."
"He has no moral integrity and is unstable."
Lu Yu said in a calm voice: "This person still hasn't given up. He started to practice the way of talismans."
"He got rid of his family and made a wooden board for him. He sat cross-legged on the wooden board, holding a pen in his mouth and practicing the talismans on the ground."
"His eyes were blind and he couldn't see, so he wrote something and asked his family to tell whether it was right or not. He kept correcting and practicing."
"Even the most mediocre cultivator only needs half a month to learn an ordinary talisman. But he spent ten years learning the Fire Talisman."
"In ten years, this person can only draw one fire talisman, but this fire talisman has reached the level of perfection. As long as he activates this fire talisman, he can burn everything. Even a monk with average cultivation level would not dare to
It’s easy to provoke him.”
"Just relying on this talisman, although he is not a monk, he has become a master of talismans. No one dares to confront the fire talisman he casts, because what he will face will definitely be a sea of fire."
Lu Yu sighed and said calmly: "And I want to tell you that it took him another twenty years to learn the second talisman. Another twenty years to learn the third talisman."
"By the time he learned the five talismans, although he was already quite old and gray-haired, his physical disability still did not restrict him. He still became a world-famous strong man!"
"If this person had lost his Taoist heart from the beginning, there would only be one more disabled person in the world, not one more strong man like this. Although my magic power has been destroyed, my cultivation has been lost, and I have become a commoner. But as long as
As long as I have a breath left, I will definitely have a chance to make a comeback."
Hearing Lu Yu's words, the old man Qi Ling was slightly startled, and finally sighed: "Why are you so confident? There are too many people in this world who have lost their Taoist heart, and they can't even make a decision.
No."
"I believe that everything in this world is not smooth sailing. Some people encounter the wrong things at the wrong time. This is fate. But if a person really bows to fate, he can only bow his head. He can never
Look up and see the scenery.”
"Man can conquer heaven."
After saying this, Lu Yu's figure completely disappeared on the ninth floor.
The moment he disappeared, everything around him began to disappear little by little.
"Man is determined to conquer heaven, man is determined to conquer heaven..."
The old man Qi Ling muttered these two words, and some trivial memories flashed through his mind.
That's about what happened to him.
Those memories once made him sad, sad, and regretful. In the end, he was trapped in this tower, torturing him forever.
"If only I could have heard this earlier." The old man Qi Ling sighed, his voice filled with endless sadness and loneliness.