Everyone has a number of years to live, and God has decided it for you long ago.
Therefore, the things that cultivators do are always against nature.
If you want to go against the sky, you must see through the nature of the sky. Only if you tear the sky apart and get out from inside can you become a being on the same level as the heaven and the earth.
Get eternal life.
In the world of immortality, it is called becoming an immortal.
It's just that over the endless years, countless cultivators have been advancing forward and backward, and the vast majority of them have died halfway. Only a small number of people can reach the top, and truly reach the end and can break through the barrier and become
Fairy.
Very rare.
I'm afraid that counting from the endless years, the total number of people now is less than a hundred.
Less than a hundred people.
What a terrifying number this is?
After all, the Chinese civilization had two thousand years of feudal dynasty and more than four hundred emperors.
I don’t know how long these immortal cultivators have existed. It is very likely that they have existed in ancient times. After so many years, there are only less than a hundred of them.
It's terrible.
Although there are very few successful people and the probability of success is extremely low, this tiny success rate has attracted countless people to embark on this road of no return.
after all.
As long as you can achieve a little bit of success in cultivation, even if you reach the innate realm, your life span can be as high as five hundred years. Who would choose to die if you can live?
It is precisely because of this that as practitioners continue to practice, they will see through the secrets of heaven and earth, understand the trends of heaven and earth, break through themselves from the great road, and find the true meaning.
The method Jiangnan just used.
This is what I learned from these two books.
If placed in real society, there is a name called Feng Shui Master.
By covering your eyes with true energy, you can see the direction of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, where the spiritual energy is abundant and where the spiritual energy is thinner.
A place with abundant spiritual energy is a blessed place.
A place where spiritual energy is scarce is a mediocre place.
A place that has no spiritual energy but is full of evil spirit and death energy is called a place of great evil.
Normally.
No matter where a temple is built, it is still a temple. Countless people are dedicated to good deeds and pray to heaven, and people's kind thoughts will bless the temple.
In addition, the monks in the temple kept chanting Buddhist scriptures.
The entire temple should be radiant with golden light, holy and majestic, and filled with the spirit of justice. It can even actively attract spiritual energy to come and gather around the temple.
But.
In front of him, the temple was lifeless and filled with monstrous black air. There were faint sounds of screams, like countless innocent ghosts roaring crazily in the dark night.
Jiang Nan frowned.
This place is too dangerous.
The person living here must be a very vicious person!
When Jiang Nan was thinking outside the door, suddenly the door of the temple opened, and a monk in monk's robes came out, came to Jiang Nan, looked up and down, then stood up with one hand and bowed slightly: "Sir,
The abbot has calculated that there will be distinguished guests coming tonight, sir, please come in."
"oh?"
Jiang Nan was slightly startled after hearing this.
He looked carefully at the monk in front of him.
The monk in front of him is surrounded by black energy, and his energy calculation is not very good. However, no matter how much the black energy lingers, it has never been able to penetrate into his heart. If you look closely, there are three golden lights between the monk's eyebrows.
It was strong and resisted the black energy around it.
It seems that this monk is a man who devotes himself to the Buddha and is very determined in his heart.
If you look closely, you will see that the tattered cassock worn by the monk is very worn and has many patches, but you can faintly hear countless monks reciting Buddhist scriptures.
"May I ask this young master, whose monk's robe you are wearing belongs to?"
When Jiang Nan said this, the monk was obviously stunned. Then he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Nan, frowning slightly, his eyebrows full of surprise: "I didn't expect the donor's eyesight to be so good. This monk's robe is
My master’s.”
"Understood."
After hearing this, Jiang Nan suddenly realized that although this dress was very shabby, it was worn by the old abbot. The old abbot must have been quite old. He had been reciting Buddhist scriptures for many years, and the clothes had already been blessed with very profound Buddhist teachings.
That’s why we can help this young monk resist the invasion of black energy from outside!
Jiang Nan looked calm on the surface, but was a little surprised on the inside.
I didn't expect that I had just come into contact with these immortal things, but I could already understand so much.
No wonder, the person who gave him the beads that day said he was a top grader.
"Let's go."
Jiang Nan made a gesture of invitation.
The young monk nodded, and then led the way. Not long after, he arrived at a Zen room and opened the door. He took a closer look and saw an old monk sitting in the room. This old monk was already extremely old.
The folds of the skin have been pulled down.
His hair has long since turned gray, and his beard is as white as snow.
Hearing a sound at the door, he slowly opened his eyes, and saw a pair of cloudy old eyes behind Jiang Nan, with a look of slight surprise.
"I never thought that this thousand-year-old temple would be waiting for a young man."
The old monk slowly opened his mouth.
The young monk next to him was surprised when he heard this. The old monk had been sitting cross-legged in this room for nearly three years, without eating a morsel of food or drinking a sip of water.
Normally speaking.
A person can survive longer without eating, but without drinking water for three days, he will definitely die.
However, during these three years, the old monk did not eat or drink, and rarely spoke except reciting Buddhist scriptures.
Usually it's one or two words.
We asked him to come out to find Jiangnan today, and he already said a lot, but after seeing Jiangnan, the old monk said even more.
"Old sir."
After seeing this, Jiang Nan clasped his hands and bowed slightly. In any case, this is an old man, and the aura of this old man is not weak, at least he is in the late Xiantian stage.
"I know what you're here for."
The old monk smiled slowly: "There is a monster living in my temple."
"What?"
When the young monk heard this, he was shocked and had an expression of disbelief on his face. He couldn't believe it at all.
"I know."
Jiang Nan nodded.
"You must remember clearly the origin of this monster."
Jiang Nan quickly lowered his head and listened carefully.
After the old monk finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes and spoke softly.
It turned out to be five hundred years ago.
A war broke out in the Central Plains.
This war involved many places and resulted in countless casualties. Among them was a demon who took advantage of the war to devour human corpses everywhere. In the end, he couldn't get enough of the corpses and began to eat living people.
Heard.
Nearly a hundred villages were swallowed up by this guy.
During the devouring, the strength of this monster has been greatly improved, and it is just one last village away from being able to transform into a god-transforming monster!
You know, more than five hundred years ago, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had become very scarce. If he could reach the level of a god, no one could control him anymore!