Chapter 1403 The mystery of the transmission method is finally solved
The thin little boy, who looked to be no more than seven or eight years old, was lying on the thatched roof and looking at the sky.
After hearing her mother's cry, she was about to get up, but accidentally, her body became unstable and she fell directly from the roof.
Fortunately, it happened to fall on the haystack below and was not injured.
Goudan seemed to have become accustomed to it. He patted himself, straightened his clothes, and trotted towards home.
At the dinner table, while serving Goudan with vegetables, my mother scolded him: "You went to the east end of the village to play again? Keep away from that lunatic!"
Goudan devoured his food and said nonchalantly: "I think Uncle Crazy is a nice guy. He's not as scary as you said."
Goudan's father, who was used to being taciturn and had not said a word since the beginning of the meal, immediately put down his chopsticks and slapped Goudan on the head after hearing Goudan's words.
"You know nothing! There are many people in the village who do not believe in evil. Do you know what will happen to them? If I tell you to stay away from him, stay away from him!"
Under the iron fist, Goudan didn't dare to refute. But he was still unconvinced and just kept his head down while eating.
After that, although it was obvious that Goudan would no longer go to Crazy Uncle’s house.
But whenever there was a chance, Goudan secretly brought some delicious food and went to visit Crazy Uncle.
Uncle Crazy is what Goudan himself calls him. People in the village all call him crazy.
He is also a member of the village. His parents died when he was young, and he grew up eating food from hundreds of families. When he was young, he was quite normal. But as he gradually entered middle age, he became a little crazy.
He often murmured some strange words.
What about "I saw many versions of myself" and "I'm not me at all". Sometimes I even pointed at someone in the village and shouted in horror: "Aren't you already dead?"
And the villagers cursed by him will actually die suddenly and violently soon.
In this world, immortals and gods do exist. The villagers are convinced that the madman must be related to those mysterious and mysterious forces. In order to avoid getting into trouble again, the villagers decided to unite and expel the madman.
But there seemed to be something in the village that he cared about very much. After feeling the malice of the villagers, the madman suddenly became violent and hurt people.
Goudan doesn't know exactly how many people died that day. But since then, the villagers have chosen to avoid the madman and stay away from him.
Only a newborn calf like Goudan dares to approach a madman.
The madman stayed in his ancestral dilapidated house all year round. It was dark and dark. He huddled in the corner and kept whispering something repeatedly.
At first, Goudan accidentally entered the house while playing hide-and-seek with his friends. He was also startled by the eerie atmosphere in the house.
However, when he heard the madman's mutterings, although he didn't understand what those syllables meant, Goudan was involuntarily attracted to them.
It wasn't until the shouts from his companions outside the house kept coming that Gou Dan reluctantly left. From then on, whenever Gou Dan was in a daze, the murmurings of a madman would ring in his ears.
Finally, one day, Goudan could no longer control the temptation in his heart. He came to the madman's little dark room again.
I was polite and brought a roast duck.
It seemed that the aroma of the food briefly awakened the madman's mind. The madman stopped talking, and unceremoniously snatched the roast duck and wolfed it down.
After a good meal, the lunatic who was in the sober stage only warned Goudan to stay away from him.
How could Goudan, who had been defrauded of a roast duck, be willing to give up? Of course he didn't want to leave. He even asked the madman about the phrase he kept mumbling in his mouth.
The madman was silent at first.
Then he pulled out a pile of wooden tablets from the ruined house and said that these were the tablets of his ancestors.
He didn't know what he was saying when he was going crazy. It's just that this weird illness has been with the Xuanyuan clan since ancient times.
Fortunately, only one person in a generation will suffer from this strange disease. As the Xuanyuan clan gradually spreads, not many people in the human clan still remember this hereditary disease.
"Let this curse stop here." The madman rearranged the tablets on the ground in order. When it was his turn, he only placed an empty wooden tablet.
Then, in Goudan's shocked eyes, all the tablets spontaneously ignited without any wind, turning into ashes in an instant in the small wooden house.
Goudan asked again about the inexplicable deaths of people in the village.
The crazy uncle showed a pale smile: "My destined death has nothing to do with me. When the rooster sings, the world becomes white. Could it be that the sun in the sky is really caused by the rooster's crow?"
"Goudan, you have to know that everything in the world has happened countless times. Now it's just another rehearsal. Just like you..."
The crazy uncle stared at Goudan closely, and then a look of extreme horror slowly appeared on his face. After the fear, he began to become crazy again. Before he completely lost his mind, he threw Goudan out of the door.
After that day, Goudan vaguely believed that there must be some big secret hidden in this crazy uncle.
Although the young Goudan could not understand what Crazy Uncle said, he firmly believed that the secrets of Crazy Uncle were most likely related to the legendary immortal!
For this reason, Goudan tried every means to find out the real name of the crazy uncle from his father.
Xuanyuan Sheng.
Even though everyone in the village was named Xuanyuan, Goudan thought Uncle Crazy's name was particularly good.
In the days that followed, Uncle Crazy's madness became more and more serious. Even Goudan's trick of bringing food to comfort him didn't work.
Goudan could only climb to Crazy Uncle’s roof, close his eyes and listen to Crazy Uncle’s increasingly weird voice below.
Goudan sleeps particularly soundly every time when he hears Uncle Crazy's tone of voice, which is particularly impressive to outsiders.
Days like this lasted until Goudan was nine years old.
One night, an earth-shaking noise suddenly erupted in the village. After the villagers were awakened, they discovered that the explosion was coming from Xuanyuan Sheng's house.
When everyone arrived, they found that the place had been razed to the ground for unknown reasons.
Uncle Crazy's death did not cause much disturbance. In the eyes of the vast majority of the Xuanyuan tribe, the disappearance of the scourge of Xuanyuan Saint was actually a good thing.
Only Goudan felt extremely sad about the death of Uncle Crazy. He even went to the accident scene to search carefully when no one was around. Unfortunately, he found nothing except a burnt tablet.
Only the last corner of this wooden sign was burned. Goudan was illiterate, so he took it to the literate adults in the village and asked about it, only to find out that it was the word " macro ".
"Xuanyuan Hong."
Goudan has a very good memory, and he vaguely remembers that when Uncle Feng arranged the tablets in order on the ground, this tablet seemed to be solemnly placed in the first position by Uncle Feng.
Knowing that it was his ancestor's tablet, Goudan didn't dare to keep it privately.
After kneeling down respectfully, Goudan burned the remaining wooden sign with a fire.
Xuanyuan Village has been independent of the world since ancient times.
Since the death of Xuanyuan Sheng, the village has returned to its peaceful life. Goudan gradually grew up, and the villagers no longer called him "Goudan".
Instead, he called out his name, Xuanyuan Tuo.
Xuanyuan Tuo's life trajectory is just like that of other villagers.
Sow, cultivate, harvest. Get married, take a wife, have children.
But in his spare time, Xuanyuan Tuo would still vaguely recall the murmurings of his crazy uncle in his mind.
No matter how time goes by, that mysterious tone will always remain in his mind. It will never fade.
As Xuanyuan Tuo grows older, his life seems to be destined.
Until Xuanyuan Tuo was fifty years old.
Xuanyuan Tuo's son died of illness. His wife could not bear the pain of a white-haired man giving away a black-haired woman, and passed away soon after.
In less than half a year, Xuanyuan Tuo lost two close relatives one after another. Xuanyuan Tuo was in grief.
I feel like I have no love left in life, and every now and then I want to simply take my own life.
But at the critical moment, the mysterious music that he had grown up with sounded again, dispelling the dark thoughts in his mind.
Xuanyuan Tuo sat in silence for a few days, and the grief in his heart slowly subsided.
He has no plans to marry again and have children.
Instead, a thought rose up in my heart like a fire, and then spread out like a prairie fire, out of control.
Seeing with his own eyes the passing of one of his loved ones, Xuanyuan Tuo deeply realized the fragility of life.
Thinking that he was already over fifty and might soon follow in the footsteps of others, Xuanyuan Tuo felt extremely frightened in his heart.
He neither ate nor drank, and sat dry for two days.
Xuanyuan Tuo finally decided to cultivate immortality and seek immortality!
For an old farmer who is nearly fifty years old, Xunxianwen seems to be a complete joke.
Xuanyuan Tuo also knew how ridiculous his decision was.
So he didn't say anything, just packed his bags silently, and left Xuanyuan Village.
Alone, I embarked on the road to seek immortality.
Fortunately, the immortality is prosperous in this world, and the immortals are not unable to escape from the world. On the contrary, in almost every big town, you can occasionally see the figures of immortals flying away.
After suffering all kinds of ridicule, Xuanyuan Tuo finally found out the location of the nearest Immortal Cultivation Sect.
Return to Yuanzong!
After a lot of hardships along the way, Xuanyuan Tuo finally arrived outside Guiyuan Sect.
He was shocked to find that there were hundreds of people like him gathered here. But most of them were young children accompanied by their entourage. He was the only one who had half of his body buried in the ground and still thought about cultivating immortality.
After some inquiring, Xuanyuan Tuo finally understood that the reason why everyone gathered outside the mountain gate was because before it was time for the Guiyuan Sect to accept disciples, the sect-protecting array was activated to cover the mountains and the Immortal Family Resort. Mortals were not allowed to do so at all.
And enter.
Xuanyuan Tuo asked again when the next apprenticeship ceremony would be held. But he heard that it would be three years later.
I originally thought that like these people, I would wait obediently outside the mountain gate. But for some reason, Xuanyuan Tuo looked at the Immortal Gate's protective formation that everyone feared like a tiger, but he vaguely didn't feel very scary in his heart.
When he was about to make a move, Xuanyuan Tuo, who had always been bold, decided to take the risk.
The result was exactly as he expected. He encountered no danger at all along the way. He just walked to the gate of Guiyuan Sect in such a daze!
Xuanyuan Tuo was overjoyed when he met the Immortal Chief. He wanted to join the Immortal Sect, but was mercilessly ridiculed by him.
Fortunately, when he was about to be forcibly expelled, an immortal named Xu, perhaps because he felt pity for him, gave him an introductory immortal method. He also promised that if he cultivated spiritual power within a year, he could come again.
Find him.
Although he did not officially join the Immortal Sect during this trip, he still obtained the Immortal Dharma after all.
Xuanyuan Tuo kept the books close to his body and bypassed the group of people who were still waiting at the mountain gate. For safety reasons, he also traveled a long distance to a mortal town further away.
Xuanyuan Tuo himself was illiterate. In order to practice the exercises, he asked others for advice whenever he had the opportunity along the way.
Although he is old, his brain is not bad at all. After arriving at the destination safely, Xuanyuan Tuo was able to recognize most of the characters in the introductory magic.
Without the guidance of an immortal master, Xuanyuan Tuo figured it out on his own.
The Immortal Technique is so profound that even if it is an introductory cultivation technique, it cannot be practiced successfully by an old farmer in the mountains who has never seen the world.
What's more, Xuanyuan Tuo was already at the age when he knew his destiny. The best time for practice had already passed.
In addition, he has to make money during the day to maintain his basic livelihood...
In the blink of an eye, the one-year period was about to pass. However, Xuanyuan Tuokong harbored immortal magic, but still found nothing.
"Even if you cultivate spiritual energy, you won't be able to go back in time."
Xuanyuan Tuo's heart was filled with despair.
"Practice is too difficult for ordinary people like us."
He suddenly remembered that a few days ago, he looked up and saw the young immortal master in the city. At a young age, he was already able to control the wind with ease.
The way of heaven is so unfair!
Despair, jealousy, fear...
Xuanyuan Tuo sat paralyzed on the ground and looked up at the sky.
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"Why does this kind of restriction exist between heaven and earth?"
"What a thief!"
Cursing like this is really common. It happens every moment in this world, day and night.
But while Xuanyuan Tuo was cursing in his heart, the murmur of his very familiar crazy uncle Xuanyuan Sheng rang in his ears again.
But this time, it didn't disappear quickly.
Instead, it cycled over and over again until it completely filled his brain!
In a trance, Xuanyuan Tuo seemed to have returned to his childhood.
In that eerie little dark room, Uncle Crazy stood tall among the memorial tablets of Xuanyuan ancestors that filled the room, with a ferocious look on his face.
"It appears again! It burns endlessly and its ghost lingers!"
"Then let's die together!"
Xuanyuan Sheng's body suddenly burst into flames.
Then he rushed towards the forest-lined memorial tablets he was heading towards.
The dark flames gradually transferred from Xuanyuan Sheng's body to those tablets.
Amid Xuanyuan Sheng's maniacal laughter, the fire gradually engulfed everything.
In the end, only a corner of the one with Xuanyuan Hong written on it remained.
Then, it was picked up by Xuanyuan Tuo!
【Xuanyuan Hong】!
Three big characters appeared in my mind like ghosts. From the gilded color, drops of blood gradually seeped out.
Then it exploded!
Xuanyuan Tuo fainted and died.
After he woke up, he stared blankly at the sky and then at himself in the mirror.
Something seems to be different.
Looking back at the introductory immortal method given by the Immortal of Guiyuan Sect, Xuanyuan Tuo felt that it was extremely simple and easy to understand.
even……
A little too crude.
Xuanyuan Tuo was no longer eager to succeed in cultivation and returned to join the Guiyuan Sect.
Instead, he started to think about the problem he had thought about before.
“Why can’t everyone in this world practice cultivation?”
Xuanyuan Tuo knows that all things are born differently and people are different.
But is there any method that can enable everyone to practice cultivation regardless of talent differences?
The usual murmurs no longer sounded, and Xuanyuan Tuo was still a little unaccustomed to them.
But at the same time, many pictures began to appear in his mind.
Among them, there are scenes of countless vegetation and animals.
There are faces that are both familiar and unfamiliar.
Others are dialogue scenes with unclear meanings.
"How confident are you about going here?"
"Just do your best and obey fate."
"That's not something you would say."
"The disparity in strength is too great, so we can only risk our lives in a fight."
"That's all, go ahead. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."
…
Xuanyuan Tuo pressed his eyebrows.
It seems that I have forgotten some extremely important missions.
The messy memories cannot affect Xuanyuan Tuo's mind.
Instead, I relied on the countless memory fragments that suddenly emerged in my mind.
Xuanyuan Tuo continued to think deeply about the previous question.
How can everyone practice spiritual practice?
There are more and more pictures appearing in my mind, and they are becoming more and more complex.
Gradually, the life of another powerful monk named [Venerable Heavenly Doctor] was pieced together.
But Xuanyuan Tuo relied on his obsession in his heart to forcefully suppress everything for the time being.
Continue to think mechanically.
Sitting in the courtyard for thirty-three days.
On this day, Xuanyuan Tuo, who had become extremely thin with only a thin layer of skin left hanging on his bones, resembling a skeleton, suddenly stood up.
His eyes are as bright and bright as the stars in the sky.
He looked up at the sky and whispered to himself.
"If I want to become an immortal, why should I ask for help from heaven? If God doesn't give it to me, I will get it myself!"
"Follow heaven and follow the rules, go against heaven..."
"Zixian!"
Xuanyuan Tuo's chest, which was originally a little rickety, straightened up instantly.
He looked into the sky as a mortal.
Although he doesn't have any special momentum, he still seems to be in no way behind.
He continued to murmur: "Therefore, the path to immortality is..."
“Absorb the spirit of heaven and earth to control its energy;
Fake the wonders of heaven and earth to build the foundation of the road;
Peep into the laws of heaven and earth to refine the elixir;
Seize the essence of heaven and earth to become the Nascent Soul;
Extract the marrow of heaven and earth to obtain its spirit;
Offer sacrifices to the soul of heaven and earth, and use your body to conform to the Tao;
Go against the laws of heaven and earth to prove immortality!"
Xuanyuan Tuo spoke faster and faster, until at the last sentence, he lost all his strength and fell down in embarrassment.
But he didn't get up, he just lay on the ground and laughed.
Being too weak, Xuanyuan Tuo fell into a deep sleep after getting the way he wanted.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth was attracted spontaneously. It rolled in and formed a whirlwind, lifting Xuanyuan Tuo out of thin air and guarding it.
After a while, the strange phenomenon of spiritual energy filling the body gradually disappeared.
Xuanyuan Tuo slowly landed on the ground, and all the vitality in his half-century-old body was restored. Although he still looked old on the outside, he contained majestic vitality on the inside.
I don’t know how long has passed...
Xuanyuan Tuo's face suddenly twitched violently while he was sleeping.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
It's just that there are no pupils, only the whites of the eyes look weird.
The voice also became older and deeper.
"Xuanhuang Tiandao is more difficult to deal with than I expected."
"I was almost completely lost and could no longer regain my sense of self."