Hou Zi was completely relaxed. When that voice sounded, the last few monsters that were still paying attention to him turned and left.
This is an ancient banyan cave that is very common in Jingyang Mountain. The trees are hanging upside down and are colorful. Occasionally, light shines in from nowhere, forming an extremely gorgeous color combination.
There are bumps and potholes under the feet, and there are water and ground under the feet, but it is much cleaner and tidier than outside the entrance of the cave. This is the unique ecological environment of Rong Cave, and there is an ecological balance that plays a role in the cave.
It was still dominated by darkness, but fortunately this did not trouble the cultivator. He did not know how deep the ancient banyan cave was, and thought he would have to walk inside for a long time, but what surprised him was that he saw a naked person before he had gone a hundred feet.
The old Taoist with a bare chest and back, said he was an old Taoist only because of the introduction from Taoist Chongling. Judging from his attire, he looked more like an ordinary old man. There was absolutely no attire on his body that could prove his identity.
Leaning on a huge stalactite, his eyes are beady but lifeless; for monks who have reached the Tongxuan realm, they can already transform their bodies to a certain extent. In theory, it is not difficult to restore their eyesight; but there is something magical and strange in the world of practice.
There are too many. No one knows whether there will be some kind of damage that will make the monk unable to recover, or is it simply done deliberately?
If you can't see things, you won't be confused by the illusion in front of you, and you can focus more on your heart. There is a saying in the spiritual world, and Taoist Chongling is one of the supporters, so he refuses to wash his eyes.
Of course, Hou Zi does not agree with this point and is a bit overgeneralizing.
"As a latecomer in my practice, I got an opportunity, so I came here to pray for the Purple Purple Eyes."
To remind you, he didn't mention his name and roots. People don't value these, and they don't want to end up helping you. It's your ability to ask for it if you have the chance. If you don't have the chance, you have no chance. No one can
What you owe is the temper of the owner here.
"Well, there are very few people who know my place, and even fewer people know that this place can wait for me. You have the opportunity and luck to wait until now. This is your ability. So, it's not me who gives it to you, but
You asked for it."
The style of ancient cultivators really makes people admire them, "Disciples understand that they come inexplicably, leave in a confused way, and then forget about it without leaving any words behind."
The old man nodded, "Wash your eyes?"
Hou Tzu said respectfully, "My eyes are purple, just to see far away."
The old man disagreed, "It is better to stand taller than to see far; it is better to have an innocent heart than to see truly. The disciples of the younger generation only focus on what is in front of them, but forget about the sky above their heads."
Hou Ting listened attentively, "Senior's teachings are correct, but when you stand higher and there are still contaminations in your heart, washing your eyes far away can be regarded as a first-aid method."
The old man snorted, "What a shameless statement! All short-sightedness starts from your mentality, so what you see will always be within the visual distance and above the surface."
Hou Tzu would not flatter anyone easily, and he felt that such an expert and weirdo would behave differently from ordinary people and would not be a good teacher to others. If he was not satisfied, he would be expelled and ignored, right?
"What you are talking about is a goal, and what I am doing is a process. I also want to reach the state you mentioned earlier, but it is still far away, so I can only focus on the present."
The old man stopped talking and pointed to the top of his head, "This is jadeite. You can take three drops at a time. When you feel that you can't persist in practice, apply it to your pupils and maintain it according to the law. Do this three times, not too much; every morning, noon and evening
When the purple sun rises and the sun sets, it should be limited to nine drops. This is the number of days."
Hou Zi bowed his head solemnly and said, "What you get is from Heaven, and you will repay it to Heaven. You should abide by these words."
The old man waved his hand, "Repay heaven? You should repay yourself first and then talk about it."
The old man turned around and left without a trace, leaving Hou Zi alone to face the jadeite jade about a foot above his head. It was truly green and full of vitality, as if it was full of magical life force.
He doesn't know how much this thing can produce in a day. He doesn't want to know. No matter how much it is, he will not secretly bottle it and take it away. This is the self-cultivation of a monk.
How stupid does a cultivator have to be to play with such trivial matters in front of seniors?
Early the next morning, he took three drops of emerald green and placed them in a stone vase. He was a careful person and didn't know what kind of container could hold this thing, so he simply dug two pieces of stalactite into the jar overnight. This can't be wrong.
?
In the first ray of purple light as the sun rose, he opened his eyes wide, ignoring the glare of the purple light on his eyes, and stared straight ahead. At the same time, he used the Eye Purple Technique to let his eyes become subtle in such direct gaze, until he could see it again.
Unable to hold on any longer, he put a drop of emerald green into his eyes, and felt a coolness penetrate his brain, and the pain in his eyes was quickly restored.
He went back and forth like this three times before he stopped practicing. At this time, half of Ziyang's time had passed. Although he was not fully accomplished, it was much better than before when he could only persist for a few dozen breaths.
He could clearly feel that Feileng Cui could not only restore the fatigue of his eyes, but also greatly increase the efficiency of his practice after being instilled. Such a practice was enough to last him dozens of days in Yin Ling. He finally saw that
There is some hope of success.
But he is not sure how long he needs to stay here. His idea is that he must at least wait until Muzixiao is successful. Even if there is no help from Fei Lengcui, he can continue to practice like this for a long time.
Gu Lao, he didn’t know his name, so he could only call him that for the time being; Gu Lao had never been out since the first day he appeared. He seemed to be at ease with everything and ignored his behavior every day.
No questions asked attitude.
But Hou Zi knew very well that if a discerning person is not around, he may not know what you are doing; but if it is such a person who does not rely on eyes but relies on other things to identify the world, then it is hard to say.
There are many mountain beasts in Jingyang Mountain. While practicing, he gradually became friends with these mountain beasts. This was not entirely due to his ability, but that these mountain beasts had already recognized human beings under the influence of Gu Lao.
existence, and this is why he is in his current situation.
He was thinking that maybe those few hours after burning the incense were the reason why Gu Lao was willing to accept him. After all, a person who loves nature would not be able to tolerate an outsider who is full of cruel and murderous intentions towards nature and living things.
of.
He was surprised to find that when he no longer pondered those murderous sword skills all day long, his mutual understanding with Gu Jian became more harmonious.
Then he understood a truth, even the sword itself is not completely controlled by killing; killing may be the most dazzling aspect of the sword's external performance, but it is by no means the whole thing. There is something deeper behind it.
This understanding allowed him to take a crucial step in the way of swordsmanship.
