In the mountain forest, there is a simple thatched hut, accompanied by wisterias and clear springs, not far from a clear lake. This area is peaceful and quiet.
Outside the thatched cottage, there are bluestone tables and stone piers, as well as tall osmanthus trees with golden threads and silver leaves. The fragrance is overflowing and soothes the mind.
This is a rare birth experience. Wang Xuan is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and is not intruded by wild beasts and monsters. He is temporarily away from the world of mortals, reading golden bamboo slips, and thinking about the future.
In the past two months, his strength has improved even on the super-matter-depleted nova.
"Mist is the first small realm of transcendence. When I first stepped in, what I saw mentally was darkness in the flesh and blood, and heavy fog everywhere." Wang Xuan was thinking about the path of spiritual practice.
"I think that the first person who stepped into this field must have been very confused and hesitant. When he looked at himself, he was trapped in the fog of flesh and blood and couldn't see the next path clearly."
In order to better understand the Dharma and navigate the way to the future, he put himself into the mind and thoughts of the first generation of extraordinary beings long ago and started from scratch.
"Randeng, with his strong will, tore through the fog, accumulated enough spiritual energy, gradually saw the way forward, and broke free from the shackles of the mental prison."
Wang Xuan felt that this was not something that could be achieved overnight. Perhaps many of the first generation of extraordinary people never got out of the foggy realm of flesh and blood throughout their lives.
"Refining the spiritual realm is like hanging a lamp, illuminating the night sky of eternity!"
He believes that it was very remarkable that someone established this belief and pointed out the general direction. It may not be the efforts of one generation at all.
"Use the light of the spirit to illuminate the extraordinary night sky of eternal silence, and embark on the road to immortality!" Wang Xuan wrote on the bluestone desk.
He was quite touched. Just imagine, in that era of rough animals and blood, in the harsh environment of competing with all kinds of beasts and monsters, it was really remarkable that early humans could have such an awareness.
"If the person who established this belief is still alive and still on the road of exploring the extraordinary, I think he or she must be extremely powerful."
If such a person survives to this world, there is no reason why he should not be strong.
After two months of practice, studying the golden bamboo slips and comparing the scriptures on stone tablets, Wang Xuan's strength has improved, and he has reached the end of the burning lamp realm.
Burning the lamp, the spiritual light illuminates the way forward. He has already seen the realm of life and earth, and it is just around the corner to set foot in that realm!
"The Land of Life is the beginning of all dharma and the place where extraordinary beings have a foothold. Both pre-Qin alchemists and Taoists attach great importance to this place. It can nourish life and is also the original place where extraordinary lives contain vitality."
The so-called life soil cannot find its corresponding tangible place among the flesh and blood, but it does exist. When the burning lamp reaches the end, if you take a step further, you can gain a foothold in the life soil.
"If the extraordinary fades, will it begin with the decay of the earth of life? The collapse of all laws begins, and the place where life is nourished, the place where the extraordinary origin begins, is extremely important."
Wang Xuan stood up and saw fresh vegetation and beautiful environment in front of him, like a pure land outside the world, but it lacked super matter.
Some time ago, he often went to various temples and absorbed the mysterious factors from the Taoist temples, and his flesh and blood was almost saturated.
In addition, both the flying boat and the yellow gourd also store a large number of mysterious factors.
But the two months of practice, studying the scriptures, and supporting him until now have been almost exhausted.
He read the golden bamboo slips and compared them with the scriptures on the stone tablets, just to find a way so that he could go on even after the extraordinary material was exhausted.
But now, he thought, it was too difficult.
If three years later, the extraordinary dissipates, the world corrects its mistakes, and everything returns to its original normal trajectory, without the soil for myth to exist, there seems to be no way to change this situation even if he comprehends the supreme scriptures.
"Will the interior location be the last way out?" Wang Xuan frowned.
From the current point of view, none of the immortals has opened up an inner scene. Now some real bones are reviving from the inner scene, and then reshaped into flesh and blood.
But he felt that when the time came, those interior locations would be closed, and the mysterious substances would no longer be received by that time. Otherwise, the immortals would not be helpless or even despair about the future.
However, Wang Xuan is a little different from his inner scene. He was able to open it when he was a mortal, and he could enter without resorting to extraordinary power!
"I hope that in three years' time, this unique interior location of mine will still be in use, attracting mysterious factors from that unknown place!"
Wang Xuan hopes that this may be the basis for him to maintain his extraordinary power in the future.
However, he can't put all his hope in it. What if his interior location is also locked by then, or is also depleted?
He should make various preparations and try to find one or two more footholds!
In recent days, when he recited the alchemist's supreme scriptures, he felt just one word: difficult!
"In that era, extremely powerful alchemists would often capture sacred beasts, divine birds, etc., not only for pulling carts and showing off, but also for spiritual practice."
In today's era, even if you understand the difficult golden bamboo slips, it will be difficult to replicate that path again.
How do those top alchemists practice? They collect heavenly elixirs, capture holy beasts to refine their essence, baptize their bodies with holy blood, etc.
"That era was really enviable. There were treasures everywhere and all kinds of rare things could be seen everywhere. Although the competition was fierce, it was still an extraordinary and prosperous age with abundant products."
On the twenty-seven golden bamboo slips, there are the most powerful root techniques, which involve the highest spiritual realm, and there are also some true form diagrams, combined with the most difficult and difficult to understand physical postures.
At the same time, there are notes on these. Sometimes it is necessary to use heavenly medicine and the blood of holy animals to baptize the spirit and body.
In this day and age, how can people still practice?
"However, it doesn't necessarily mean that you can't practice. Some of the words above are meaningful. If you are confident enough, you can also tap into the spiritual essence."
The path of the pre-Qin alchemists, from body to spirit, was very rough, and it was an overall improvement in the general direction.
"The golden elixir avenue integrates essence, energy and spirit, accumulates the essence of the whole body in one place, nourishes a golden elixir, and breaks the situation from one point..."
From this day on, he was also reading the Five Colored Golden Pill Sutra, and even reciting the secret of the Buddhist ancestral court - the Sakyamuni Sutra.
Wang Xuan was immersed in the world of spiritual practice, comparing various scriptures and gaining insights every day. These scriptures related to alchemists, Taoism, Buddhism, etc.
"What is that? I seem to have found another secret road?!"
Half a month later, Wang Xuan's spirit hung like a lamp in the night sky, and he looked inwardly at himself. While exploring his body, he accidentally discovered a blurry scene in the fog.
After reaching the realm of burning lights, the fog in the flesh and blood was dispelled, but it was also relative. The land of life that had not been set foot was still filled with fog that was steaming and lingering.
Wang Xuan's spiritual consciousness is approaching. Although he has not been able to set foot on the land of life and has not entered this realm, he has gained a foothold in the heavy fog emerging from it.
He kept walking forward along the wisps of mist, approaching a blurry area.
The mist seemed to build a road, curling and steaming forward. He kept moving forward, and gradually, he saw the scenery in the distance.
It was a very desolate area, as if no one had been here for many years. Far ahead, there was a post station on the roadside. In the darkness, there were lanterns hanging, but almost all of them were extinguished.
It looks like a style from a long time ago. The inn is dilapidated and some buildings have collapsed. Only one lantern is still on, emitting the flickering light of fire.
Wang Xuan's spiritual energy was like a burning lamp. After he approached the inn, he found that the hanging lantern became brighter.
This seems to be his inn and his road. He lights up the place and makes the lantern begin to shine softly.
He has known a long time ago that there are many secret roads, such as: the secret road of interior scenery, the secret road of heavenly medicine, the secret road of death...
In addition, there is a secret path that no one else can see, but it really exists. Only those who discover this field can walk on it.
"navigate!"
Wang Xuan looked forward, and saw darkness at the end of the horizon. In the blur, it looked like a village. There were no lights on every house. It was quiet and even a little depressing.
He frowned and did not move forward. Instead, he explored the nearby inn. There were no people here and there were traces of previous use.
The kitchen that has not collapsed actually carries a faint fragrance, and there are exhausted miracle medicine residues in the pot. Is this left by the practitioners?
Wang Xuan was surprised and felt deeply strange. This road was puzzling and he was a little confused. It seemed that there was such a reality and his spirit had entered by mistake.
"This is not a stop for mortals. It is like a resting place for extraordinary beings on their way. Even the food is not ordinary."
Then he found a wine gourd and pulled out the stopper. After all these years, there was still the aroma of wine and a little crystal liquid inside.
"This..." He showed a strange look, and the aroma of wine floated around, which actually made him feel refreshed and his mental strength somewhat condensed.
He thought for a moment and poured it into his mouth. He was in a state of mental consciousness now and did not dislike it.
Only three drops of viscous wine fell down, shining with a light golden luster. After falling into his mouth, they quickly turned into energy.
In an instant, his mental consciousness seemed to be on fire and brightened up. He kept trembling slightly and felt dizzy for a while, as if he was about to become an immortal.
His mental power was actually improving rapidly, increasing by about one-tenth.
This made Wang Xuan trance and stand in this ancient kitchen.
In a dilapidated inn with some buildings collapsed, there were only three drops of wine gourd left behind. How could it have such an amazing effect?
Wang Xuan's heart was ups and downs, and he was thinking a lot. Where did he come to and what kind of road was this?!
"Heavenly medicine, interior scenes, lost places, path-finding... they are all the essence of the old arts, which belong to the secret path of the great road. This time I embarked on a path-finding journey and came to an incredible place?!"
This is just an inn, but with such a harvest, there should be even more incredible areas ahead.
Wang Xuan searched here and found nothing else of value.
He looked ahead with his spiritual eyes. Except for the lifeless village and town, there seemed to be hazy light, lights, and a huge city at the end of the earth!
He couldn't help but walk forward. Behind him, the station became more alive, and then the hanging lanterns lit up one after another.
Wang Xuan approached the dark village and wanted to find it here. He also wanted to pass here and get closer to the bright area at the end of the horizon.
Suddenly, he quickly raised his head. In the dark night sky, there were no stars or moonlight. At this time, something fell. They were pieces of withered yellow paper.
He couldn't help but reach out and pick it up!
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