Chapter 5 Preaching on the Breeze of Wanshou Mountain
"Practice is to guide spiritual power, use the body as a furnace to forge the road, use the soul as a measuring stick to explore the world, listen to the whispers of the mountains, respond to the call of the ocean, feel the breath of the forest, and find hidden mysteries to perfect yourself."
"The Taoist ancestors preached in the Zixiao Palace in ancient times and taught the three thousand prehistoric powers the method of cultivation. They and their descendants have painstakingly studied for tens of thousands of years, and now we have three thousand avenues and eight hundred side doors."
"You have not yet shed your demonic body, and still follow the habit of consuming hair and drinking blood. You still need to practice ascetic practices to transform into human form and become human immortals, in order to have a first glimpse of the door."
Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.
Qingfeng sat on the futon and talked, surrounded by spirits and humans.
They all raised their ears attentively, listening to the bizarre stories told by Qingfeng.
Ancient stories are full of temptation, like torches in the forest at night, opening the door to a new world for them.
At this moment, a rabbit spirit raised his hand timidly, and after being instructed by Qingfeng, he lowered his head and said softly: "Senior, I have been struggling in the realm of spirits for many years, and I don't know when I will be able to do so."
Is there a shortcut to breaking through the immortal world? Is there an end to spiritual practice?"
The rabbit spirit's question suddenly resonated with everyone. Except for the human monks, everyone looked at Qingfeng with burning eyes, hoping to get the answer from him.
Qingfeng nodded, motioned the rabbit spirit to sit down, and said solemnly.
"Practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. There are very few methods to improve the speed of practice, let alone shortcuts. Behind most of the day's ascension, there is often a heavy price to pay. Although practice is bitter, no matter how difficult it is,
We must all be down-to-earth and don't have such unrealistic ideas." After seeing the rabbit spirit nodding obediently, Qingfeng continued.
"As for cultivation, there is no end. Even Taoist ancestors need to rely on the refining rules of heaven to find ways to break through to higher realms. Above the spirits and monsters, there are several great realms such as human immortals, earth immortals, heavenly immortals, true immortals, and mysterious immortals.
, it’s not too late to wait until you and other breakthrough immortals take up the issue of admission.
However, how far you can go on this road of spiritual practice ultimately depends on your background and blessings.
The beings born today are all acquired beings, just like you ordinary mountain spirits. They absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and absorb spiritual power by instinct. If there are no adventures, the most they can do in this life is to cultivate to the realm of earthly immortals. If they awaken by chance, they can return to the realm of immortals.
With the ancestral bloodline, it is possible to reach the realm of true immortals. If one joins a great sect, with the increase of luck, it is also possible to reach the realm of mysterious immortals.
Golden Immortals above the realm of Xuanxian are all legends, and their words and deeds exude infinite mysteries. They need to have good foundation and blessings, plus tens of thousands of years of hard work, and use the luck of the great religion to break through the shackles and become a
There are existences that can call for wind and rain. Look at the twelve golden immortals who explain the teachings. Which one is not a great person who can penetrate the sky and the earth."
At this time, a slim female monk sighed with a sorrowful face, raised her hand to signal and asked.
"Senior's words are reasonable, but we are too ordinary. Without the protection of a great religion, what should we do in the future?"
"It doesn't matter, if you accumulate merit and do good deeds, you will be able to live well." Qingfeng explained with a smile. Just as he was about to elaborate, he suddenly saw two Taoists walking from a distance.
The two walked lightly and quickly through the mountains and fields, and arrived nearby in the blink of an eye.
The Taoist on the left is wearing a green robe, holding a jade whisk in his hand, looking at the nearby scenery with curiosity in his eyes. The Taoist on the right is wearing a plain white robe, with a peaceful face, and holding a delicate blue bottle in his palm.
Seeing the blue bottle, Qingfeng almost couldn't help laughing.
In the Western Eight Treasures, the jade bottle is used as a container to store strange water. Sticking branches and flowers at the mouth of the bottle can continuously absorb the spiritual power of the strange water inside the jade bottle to improve its quality.
This trend was prevalent thousands of years ago. Many monks like to hold jade bottles to cultivate spiritual plants. In addition to storing strange water to cultivate spiritual plants, the spiritual power emitted from the mouth of the bottle can also set off the immortal spirit of themselves.<
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Qingfeng has followed Zhen Yuanzi since the Dao Demon War. He has seen thousands of jade bottles with magic weapons, and has seen many spiritual plants from branches and flowers to herbs and elixirs. But today is the first time he saw mushrooms inserted into the mouth of the bottle.
, and there are still two fat mushrooms crowded at the mouth of the bottle, as if they are afraid of falling and blocking the bottle tightly.
The two Taoists came to the outskirts of the venue where Qingfeng was preaching. They nodded to Qingfeng and then found a corner to sit down. An old turtle next to them saw them and came over to remind him.
"You two are late this time. Senior Qingfeng's sermon ended three days ago. Now I am just chatting with you."
"It's okay, just chat." The Taoist wearing plain robes said softly, and the clear eyes made the old turtle a little stunned.
Qingfeng saw that although the two Taoists looked strange, their words and deeds were not arrogant. They just regarded them as beings who came to listen to the sermon, so she took back her thoughts and picked up what she had just said.
"The merits are ethereal. They are rewarded by heaven for the good deeds of all sentient beings. They can protect the destiny and make the practice go smoothly. It can also protect the purity of the soul and avoid being disturbed by the filthy curse. Look at the disciples of the Chan Teaching in the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.
, was beaten down by Sanxiao into a mortal body, but in the end he recovered half of his life. Look at the countless immortals who taught him, but their disciples were cruel to all living beings. Now, the sun sets on the west mountain, and there are countless casualties. You can only rely on the saint.
My wrist struggled to support.
During the Lich Calamity, in order to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword, the demon clan crazily killed human beings to collect their souls and flesh, and drove them to Wanshou Mountain. The master couldn't bear it. He held the book in hand and leaned against the ginseng fruit tree in the Zhoutian Star Formation.
Under the attack of the enemy, he protected the human race for tens of thousands of years, even at the cost of making him the enemy of Emperor Jun Taiyi. Therefore, he was rewarded by heaven with the status of Master and Earth Immortal Ancestor, as well as the majestic merit of killing the evil corpse.
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Before Qingfeng finished speaking, a human cultivator couldn't help but angrily said: "Those monsters are really hateful. They brutally killed hundreds of millions of people in order to refine treasures. The collapse of the demon court and countless casualties really deserved it." After that, he said viciously.
I glanced at the monsters next to me and wished I could get rid of them quickly.
"That's right, the numerous crimes committed by the demon clan are too numerous to mention. When we break through to the true immortals in the future, we will definitely kill all these bastards."
"Those are grudges from ancient times. Don't blame us. Otherwise, don't blame me, Grandpa Tiger, for being ruthless."
"You are so outrageous, you are worthy of shouting with me, the demon clan."
The story seems to be a fuse, making everyone below become passionate, and the anger of tens of thousands of years burst out in an instant. If they were not afraid of Qingfeng, they would have fought.
Qingfeng rubbed his forehead helplessly, flicked his index finger in front of him, and after activating the silence method, the area suddenly became silent.
"The past grievances have nothing to do with me at Wuzhuang Temple, but if you want to fight and fight, get out of the Wanshou Mountain area and go outside to resolve it yourself. If you want to make mischief here, don't blame me for ignoring the past feelings, quickly disperse and don't stay here.
It’s so messy.”
Seeing Qingfeng's angry look, everyone immediately stood up and saluted, and then dispersed knowingly.
After the creatures left one after another, Qingfeng calmed down from the noise. He sighed and was about to get up when he found that the Taoist holding the jade bottle of mushrooms was still where he was.
"What's the matter with you?" Qingfeng asked curiously.
"He's looking for me." A gentle voice sounded, and a familiar figure appeared at the door of Wuzhuang Temple.