Wu Jie was surrounded by the light of the invisible sword, roaring across the night sky.
Looking down, I saw the mountains, rivers and fields under my feet receding quickly. The blurry scenery in the darkness in front of me continued to become clearer, and then quickly disappeared behind me.
Occasionally he would see some villages and hear the sound of dogs barking; occasionally he would see the shadow of a town in the distance, and maybe there would be a spark or two, which was the lantern in the watchman's hand.
Both towns and villages appear and disappear quickly. All that can be seen is the sky above.
At this time, the bright moon was hanging high, and the sparse stars were flickering in the light clouds. He was flying through the sky, and a faint light fell on him. It felt like a person walking under the moon, full of tranquility.
The moonlight gradually moved toward the west and slowly sank toward the horizon. When the white fish belly appeared in the eastern sky, he could already see the mountain peak shaped like a bull's head from a distance.
That is the gateway to Qingyang Temple, Niutoushan.
Three years ago, he set out from here to Sichen Town, walked, took a boat, and went to sea...it took him almost half a month. But now, he came back in the middle of the night.
These short three years have been an earth-shaking change for him.
In order to show respect for the sect, Wu Jie lowered his sword light in advance, walked with his legs to the foot of Niutou Mountain's Niujiao Peak, and then walked up the stone steps that were obscured by magic.
The stone steps that had previously made it extremely difficult for the immortal seekers to walk up now did not hinder him at all, and he could walk up them easily.
After walking through the invisible archway and stepping onto the cloud bridge leading to the Immortal Gate, in just a few steps, he arrived at the foot of the Immortal Mountain.
At this time, the sky has brightened, and the mountain forest under the morning light reveals a tranquility that makes people feel peaceful from the depths of the soul, while the huge white jade on the top of the mountain shines in the morning sun.
The Ancestral Hall suspended in the air is still shining brightly, like a small sun. But when you look closely, you can feel that the light is warm and soft, not dazzling at all.
He walked up from the foot of the mountain. After walking a short distance, he met a monster disciple patrolling the mountain.
"Eh? Are you a Dharma protector disciple who has returned from practicing? Why haven't I seen you?" A tall and thin monster wearing a robe that was too large, and his ribs could even be seen through the cuffs asked in confusion, "Look at your Taoism,
You have already reached the realm of Hundred Refinements, are you planning to go back to the mountains to cultivate?"
Wu Jie shook his head with a smile and replied: "I am Wu Jie, an entry-level disciple. I have been stationed in Sichen Town for the past three years. Now that the situation there has stabilized, I will come back."
"Beginner disciple?!" The monster was startled. His eyes, which were originally narrowed like two lines, suddenly widened to the size of pigeon eggs. The short ears on top of his head that were either sheep ears or deer ears trembled rapidly.
The tail behind him was wagging loudly, "You have only been in the profession for less than four years! You have been practicing for four years... You are more like a monster than me!"
Wu Jie was suddenly speechless - no matter how fast he progressed, could he still be more like a monster than a monster?
He knows that these monster disciples have always been outspoken and outspoken to the point of being outrageous. To argue with them is completely asking for trouble, because you are probably going to be mad to death, and they still don't know what the problem is.
But it was obvious that the person he met this time was definitely the best among the monster disciples!
"I'm going to meet Master Shaoguang. Let's talk next time." He said politely and left in a hurry to avoid being angry for a while.
After walking a few steps, the guy's voice came from behind: "It's a good walk! By the way, you have to work harder in practice. Let's surpass Teacher Shaoguang as soon as possible before he dies of old age!"
Wu Jie almost fell down, his mouth twitched a few times, and he didn't answer.
Master Shao Guang has a more serious and old-fashioned temper. Is this guy going to curse his old man to die early?
He is less than 500 years old. As far as Huandan monks are concerned, he is extremely young and promising. He will probably die of old age very early!
In fact, Shaoguang Zhenren is not always serious and rigid. At least in front of people he likes, he will try his best to appear kind and kind.
Although, it seems, maybe... that look is a bit weird, maybe because he has a straight face all year round and the muscles on his face have become stiff, right?
"You have done a good job in Sichen Town." Master Shaoguang nodded in praise, "But compared to the external affairs over there, your bravery and diligence in practice are even more gratifying! As a teacher, I am proud of you.
ah!"
Wu Jie quickly humbled himself. He had always been hit hard by Jasmine's demands, such as "becoming a Taoist in one year", "making elixirs in a hundred years", "achieving immortality within a thousand years", etc., which seemed to him simply ridiculous.
, but Jasmine said it naturally, as if taking this as the standard.
According to her standards, probably more than 99% of the disciples in Qingyang Temple will be dragged out directly to Huihui, and the remaining less than 1% will only be "unsatisfactory. Let's keep a dog's life for the time being."
It’s just the degree of “after-effect”.
In the past three years, Jasmine and Du Ruo often talked about this when chatting. Wu Jie was not deaf and had heard bits and pieces of it. Naturally, he did not feel that his progress was anything to be happy or proud of.
It wasn't until Master Shaoguang said this that he suddenly woke up - he had crossed the innate realm in three years of entry, and even the key bottleneck of the Hundred Refining realm had been overcome. As long as he cultivated and accumulated a lot, he could enter the Tao.
The last level of the three realms... Such speed is indeed extremely rare among today's immortal sects!
As the monster disciple who patrolled the mountain said, he looks more like a monster than a monster!
Wu Jie did not hide his feelings, and what was in his heart was completely reflected on his face. Master Shaoguang looked at him with an expression of wonder, surprise, and surprise, and couldn't help but be secretly amused.
"Do you realize how outstanding you are until now? You are really special!" He couldn't help but say, "Maybe it's because you have been practicing alone in the past three years and rarely communicated with your colleagues."
"Probably..." Wu Jie replied casually, and then asked, "This disciple returns to the mountain and plans to devote himself to cultivation for a period of time to stabilize his realm. I wonder if there are any tasks to be assigned in the sect? If so, can the disciple
Do it early? Or push it back for a while?”
"It's a good thing that you should concentrate on your cultivation. How can we bother you? We have five generations of Qingyang Temple and more than 300 disciples. Even if the sky falls, we, the masters, will still hold it up. We still have the ancestors who can't bear it.
Just feel free to practice quietly!"
Master Shaoguang was very satisfied with Wu Jie's positive and progressive attitude. His attitude became more and more kind, and he later asked him if there was anything he wanted.
"What do you want? I don't need anything right now." Wu Jie thought for a while and shook his head in confusion, but then he suddenly had an idea and remembered something important, "It has been four years since I left home to seek immortality.
I know the health of my parents at home, and both of them are nearly fifty years old... Could you please give me a few elixirs for fitness and longevity, so that the disciples can show their filial piety?"
Master Shaoguang was even more impressed. He couldn't help laughing. He took out an emerald green bamboo sign, wrote on it, and handed it to him.
"With this as a proof, you can go to the alchemy room to find Junior Brother Ruiling to get the medicine."
Wu Jie thanked Master Shaoguang and hurried to the elixir room. Master Ruiling, who had given him the Taixu Pill, saw the bamboo sign, nodded, and took him to the secret vault located in the side room of the elixir.
"I have always made some elixirs for keeping fit and extending life for mortals, because many disciples want to take a few pills home to fulfill their filial piety. Haha, I was the same way back then." He smiled and took out a thumb-sized pill from a cabinet.
He took out the jade bottle, uncorked it, checked it, nodded, and handed it to Wu Jie, "To tell you the truth, the reason why I later focused on the art of alchemy was because I had a very arrogant idea to make it.
The elixir will help you live forever with your parents and family..."
"Master-uncle is such a filial son!"
"Hey, I was just young and ignorant at that time. Later, as my cultivation gradually increased and my horizons gradually broadened, I realized how ridiculous my original idea was - the human body can only bear a limited amount of medicine, let alone that I still can't refine it.
After eating the elixir of immortality, even if it is refined, mortals will not be able to live forever if they eat it, they will only explode."
Wu Jie couldn't help but smile, but was embarrassed to laugh.
"Nearly four hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Not to mention the parents and relatives at home, even many of the brothers and sisters who practiced Taoism together are no longer here... Birth, old age, sickness and death, prosperity and decline, are the irrefutable ways of heaven. We
If a Taoist wants to live forever, he must transcend the way of heaven, break through the barriers of immortality and ascend to heaven... If he stays in the human world, even if there is some supreme magic that can help him live longer, he will eventually die with the grass and trees."
Master Ruiling was not in a hurry to let Wu Jie leave. Instead, while searching for something in the secret vault, he casually talked to him about his life insights: "It's a good thing that you have a filial piety. But you must also understand that there is nothing you can do about life, old age, illness, and death.
Even if you have the power to reach heaven, you can only live forever and not be able to take your parents with you."
Wu Jie sighed softly and nodded in agreement.
Master Ruiling nodded again, and then he suddenly felt happy and opened a small cabinet.
"Found it! Sure enough, it's here!" He said, taking out a green bamboo tube, shaking it gently, and when he heard the sound of water coming from inside, he smiled with satisfaction and handed it to Wu Jie.
"From what I see in your situation, you should specialize in fire spells, and then use your inner fire to ignite the real fire, and then use the real fire to burn through the acupoints, right?" After receiving Wu Jie's affirmative reply, he introduced, "What's inside this bamboo tube?"
It's the ancient wood spiritual milk that I got by chance when I was traveling outside. Although it's not much, it can warm and nourish the body and harmonize the vitality. If you use this method to speed up your practice, it will inevitably leave some hidden wounds in the body, which requires long-term and careful nourishment.
, so as to avoid hidden dangers in the future.”
Wu Jie couldn't help being surprised and admired his eyes with admiration.
"The remaining spiritual milk here may not be enough to completely cure your hidden wounds, but it can at least save you a few years of warming up. And its biggest advantage is that it starts treating very fine and subtle areas that are difficult to detect, which can greatly reduce the risk of future injuries.
Leaving behind hidden dangers.”
Wu Jie thanked him profusely and immediately took the spiritual milk at the suggestion of Master Ruiling.
As expected, there was very little spiritual milk in the bamboo tube, with only two or three drops left. But when he entered the entrance of these few drops of spiritual milk, he suddenly felt a cool air flowing everywhere in his body, lingering in many places that he had never noticed at ordinary times.
Along with a slight itching, the damage that was too subtle to be noticed was repaired one by one.
After the medicinal properties of the spiritual milk were exhausted, he took the elixir and said goodbye, leaving the mountain again and flying back to his hometown.
Although he wanted to practice cultivation in secret, he could only return to the Immortal Mountain with peace of mind and concentrate on cultivation after sending the elixir home and settling down his family.
