Chapter 30 The record of becoming an immortal, the journey is difficult
The Record of Becoming an Immortal...?
Qi Wuhuo saw words written on the yellowed paper. The handwriting was sharp. Even though the handwriting was a little blurry, he could still see the young man's spirit and high spirits. Looking back carefully, he found that this was just a record of practice.
The transcript not only contains the key points of each step of practice, but also writes down the practitioner’s experience in detail, which is of great benefit to Qi Wuhuo.
In addition, there is also the kind of record of one's own life.
'July 13th, sunny, I have successfully cultivated my Qi, and I am a genius if my vitality is fully developed at the age of thirteen!'
‘My father and grandfather are not as good as me!’
‘Holding a sword and looking down at the world, ha, who can have such grace as me?!’
‘Ha, in the past, I should use my practice time as a guide to record the story of my ascension to immortality, so as to pass it on to future generations, and future generations of disciples should be proud of it.’
‘Then it’s called, The Record of Becoming an Immortal!’
This line of text was so calm and high-spirited that Qi Wuhuo couldn't help but smile.
Immediately I thought of Tantai Xuan's behavior and frowned slightly.
Could this volume be the practice record he captured after killing a young cultivator?
Is he the original owner of the [Mingzhen Taoist Alliance] waist badge?
On the second page, several simple spells were recorded, and it was still the boy's note: "When the practitioner's vitality has not been combined with the essence, the vitality cannot leave the body, so it cannot be used to cast spells. However, monks at this stage,
By relying on the preparation of the altar, you can also display abilities similar to magical powers.'
‘Therefore, you can also be called [Taoist] to prove that you are an extraordinary person.’
He added, ‘Yesterday the old man beat me up. When he gets old, I will feed him the most unpleasant medicine, ha, no sugar allowed!’
The back part was erased, as if he was beaten on the head by an elder, leaving traces of the outline of the young man's face on the white paper.
Then add——
‘If you are beaten, you can add a piece of candy.’
Qi Wuhuo couldn't help but smile.
After taking a look, the ritual magical powers recorded on this page are [Hemostasis Curse] [Evil Collecting Technique] and [Hideout Technique]
After that, we will record in detail how to circulate the vitality, how to fight with cloth, and how to cast these spells in the realm of refining the essence.
Qi Wuhuo felt quite enlightened after reading it.
Then, in the later part, it says that the young man was forced to work by his parents.
In the end, I jumped up and down in anger.
‘Grind the tofu, grind the tofu, rub your uncle’s [crossed out] tofu!”
"I am a swordsman, a swordsman, not a tofu grinder!'
‘Damn old man, how can you talk about being born into the world without joining the world?! A joke, a joke!’
‘Who joins the world by grinding tofu every day!’
‘The beany smell is very strong, woo woo woo…’
‘My white clothes are fluttering, my sword is fairy style, my card! Am I just going to wear clothes, carry a sword, and grind tofu?’
‘No, no, I’m a genius! I want to create a magic power for grinding tofu!’
‘It’s decided!’
‘I’m a genius!’
Qi Wuhuo seemed to see a peer of his own age holding a sword on his back, squatting there and gnashing his teeth, and then got up to grind tofu. The white clothes of the young hero he just bought smelled of bean. He was so angry that he wanted to cry without tears, and finally he was so angry that he went to open up a field.
Spell.
Qi Wuhuo then opened the back and was stunned when he saw the words written one after another on the back——
【Pushing Tofu Spell】
The name is simple and unpretentious, and the formula is casual and natural, making people laugh, which shows that it was deliberately created by a joking boy.
The mantra says: One, two, three, four, five ancestors, commanders, five gods of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, the disciples recite the mantra in their hearts.
Boil beans and roast bean sprouts, beans are weeping in the cauldron. They are originally from the same root. Why fry each other too quickly? If it is not clear, it will not be clear, and if it is not achieved, it will not be achieved.
Turn the slurry into a basin of water, and all kinds of spirits will come to you immediately!
"Really?"
Not only that, but there is also a [Pig-killing Spell]. The reason is that it would be too embarrassing for a majestic swordsman to kill pigs by holding them down.
Being hit head-on by a wild boar, I was rolling around on the ground grunting in pain. It was so embarrassing.
So create a spell!
Of course, the one who got a stomachache from being hit by a wild boar was not this swordsman!
There is a [Cooking Meat with Wine Spell] - the reason is that the food you cook is too unpalatable and makes you vomit.
There is a [Relief and Punishment Spell] - specially designed for young people who are childhood sweethearts to prepare for the bridal chamber.
There is [Transforming Bones and Swallowing Needles Technique] - a monk from the north created a spell when his throat got stuck when he ate fish for the first time, and he felt uncomfortable after drinking vinegar!
Turning back, Qi Wuzhuo seemed to see a young man laughing and cursing, unruly, high-spirited, cultivating, living, and practicing swordsmanship. At the age of thirteen, he cultivated his Qi and mastered it. At the age of seventeen, he cultivated his sword intent. At the age of twenty-one, he was innate.
Yi Qi, who claims to be the best in the world, has recorded his inheritance, methods, and magical powers in detail.
Qi Wuhuo looked slowly, feeling vaguely and writing down all these magical methods.
There are chapters on swordsmanship, miscellaneous chapters, exorcising ghosts and destroying evil spirits, medical skills, fortune-telling, and talismans.
I just wrote down a way to use my own energy to regulate the bodies of others.
A little trick to achieve the effect of [strengthening the body and exorcising evil spirits], when I opened the page again, I was slightly startled.
‘Eighteen years ago, Zong Wei got married today.’
‘The one she loves in her heart is me, I know.’
'However, I only have the right path in my heart and have no other aspirations. I saw her marrying someone else on the mountain top in the rain, and then turned around and left.'
‘Travel around the world, seek teachers and visit the Tao, and cultivate your nature and life.’
‘July 31—’
‘When I passed by the secluded temple, I saw demons and ghosts roaming around. I killed them with my sword. There was a tree demon who was quite virtuous.’
‘I drove a hundred miles with my sword, killed 131 ghosts and monsters, wore dozens of wounds on my body, and saved 13 people.’
‘When the sun rises, I drink and get drunk on the purple clouds on the horizon, so happy!’
‘August thirty-six years——’
‘It was difficult to travel, and when we saw a severe drought, we brought water to help the world and save the people.’
‘Take a pot of wine and leave calmly.’
‘June forty-one years——’
‘When an evil cultivator encounters an evil cultivator, he kills people to practice his magic. When he is angry, he pursues him with his sword. I severely injure him and kill him, and I lose thirteen years of his life.’
‘The man said, I will fall into this path someday.’
'Haha, joke, joke, we monks should be like swords, we should respect them with no shame in our hearts. If that day comes, we might as well commit suicide with our swords!'
‘How dare you mess with my Taoist mind.’
‘Evil devils and heretics, everyone will find them and kill them!’
‘Fifty years——’
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'The breakthrough...failed, ha, no problem, let's put down the practice today and go drink, drink!'
‘Fifty-one years——’
‘The breakthrough failed...that’s all, that’s all.’
‘Fifty-three years——’
‘Breakthrough failed.’
‘Sixty years—returning to my hometown.’
‘Zong Wei is dead, and I saw her body being carried away in front of me.’
‘My heart hurts, I feel sad and wandering, and I walk to the mountain again.’
‘Here I saw her get married, here I saw her die, here I saw her live her entire life.’
'I drank alone at night and got drunk. In my drunken dream, I seemed to see me and her when we were young. I felt melancholy in my heart. When I woke up, I also felt hesitant. Should I face my true heart and take her with me... I will practice Taoism throughout my life.
No success.'
‘Did I do something wrong?’
When Qi Wuhuo looked through the back pages, he saw that the once young and unruly swordsman had gone through too much and had seen his friends die one by one. However, no matter how he practiced, he was always one step behind, always one step behind. In the sixtieth year, Chapter
It was like this for seventy years and eighty years. Finally, when he saw the first hundred years of practice, Qi Wuhuo saw that the words had become chaotic and crazy.
‘Failed again! Failed again! Failed again!’
‘Could it be that when I was young, I fought with others and lost my foundation?! If I had known it, I had known it...”
“If I had known better, I wouldn’t have saved those people!’
‘We should watch them die!’
‘The one hundred and eleventh year.’
'Fail failed failed failed!!'
‘The one hundred and seventeenth year.’
'Trying to refine the Blood Demon Pill, I just borrowed some human blood, it won't affect their lifespan, no.'
'Useful, useful... Hahahaha, useful, useful!'
‘I feel that my foundation has returned a little, my vitality, my vitality is boiling, boiling!’
‘There is a chance, there is a chance, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!’
Qi Wuhuo looked at this page, and he already knew who this book belonged to.
He seemed to take a slight breath, then quickly turned the page and saw those words like knives, recording that the once young and energetic man fell into the quagmire step by step, first taking human blood as elixir, then taking life essence, and finally
After taking the number of people's lives, their personalities gradually changed, becoming more and more crazy and cautious. They would do anything for the sake of longevity. Finally, Qi Wuhuo saw the last record on the last page——
‘Spring of one hundred and thirty-one years.’
‘Zong Wei’s grandson also passed away.’
'My hometown really means nothing to me anymore. I am like a floating canopy, and like a silverfish in the world. Everything in the world seems to have no connection with me anymore. All my relatives have died, and all my friends have fallen. I suddenly feel melancholy.
.'
‘I drank and got very drunk. When I was walking alone at night, I saw a river passing by. My lips were dry and I wanted to drink some water to moisten my throat.’
‘The moonlight was very bright tonight, I lowered my head and suddenly froze.’
'The reflection in the water under the moon seems to be me, but it doesn't seem to be me... It is the appearance of a young man, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, glaring at me, like when I was young, as if he wanted to draw a sword to kill me.
I was stunned, my murderous aura was strong, and I sat down on the ground. I didn’t know why, but I was angered.'
'I called out the sword box and chopped the water into pieces, gasping for breath, but I, I seemed to be able to see, the young me standing in the mist looking at me, it seemed far away, yet it seemed very close.
'
‘His eyes are so bright, I hate them.’
‘He said [Evil demons and heretics should be killed and punished!]’
‘I went back, and since then, the sword I used when I was young, for some reason, often screams at night.’
‘It’s an unknown sword.’
'I'm probably going to die...'
‘I wanted to smash it but couldn’t, so I locked it with countless red ropes and also locked ‘me’.’