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Chapter 7 Taoism

In that world called "Earth", the cultivation system is very different from the Daochen world.

There are no complicated terms, there are only first-level, second-level, third-level alchemists all the way to seventh-level and eighth-level alchemists. Among them, alchemists of the seventh level and above are called true immortals, which is equivalent to the level of true immortals in the Daochen world.

He, Bai Mo, is a seventh-level alchemist.

Because he was infected with a strange and deadly poison called "Taohua Poison", he tried every means but could not prevent himself from being corroded and dying.

Bai Mo had to give up all his cultivation and try a method of random reincarnation with little hope, and finally came to Daochen Realm.

Relying on the memory of his previous life, his path of cultivation was not too tortuous, and he eventually gained the reputation of Taoist Mo Yang.

The following story is that mentioned before, the arrogant Demon Yang Taoist failed against the will of heaven...



"Could the so-called historical text be my memories from many lifetimes?"

He mentioned in his memories of Earth's first life that he was still just a time traveler compared to the Earth, but the reason for the time travel was unknown, the place he came from was unknown, and everything was shrouded in fog.

After gaining new memories, Bai Mo discovered that there seemed to be more mysteries in his memory.

He turned out to be a person who has traveled through time many times, a traveler in a certain sense.

From this point of view, he guessed that he had traveled more than two or three times, and it was only due to memory loss caused by some reasons that he had his current understanding.

"So... where is the next historical text?"

According to his inference, the historical text is very likely to be the sum of his memories of reincarnations in his past lives. Perhaps it was himself in a certain life who created the concept of "historical text".

Each stone tablet with historical text represents the memory of a lifetime.

Finding all the historical texts is equivalent to retrieving all memories and becoming a complete self.

It's just that this Chen Realm is almost endless. Even a true immortal would have difficulty searching the entire realm, not to mention that his current strength is only at the foundation building level.

Where can I find any historical text without any clues?

Although he had a new goal to retrieve his lost memories, Bai Mo, who suddenly gained a large number of new memories, somehow, perhaps influenced by the memory of being tortured by Taoist poison for thousands of years in his previous life, felt that he had changed.

I have become more and more desireless.

Even this bottle, which is comparable to the treasure of the fairy world, can no longer think of anything.

After all, the biggest characteristic of the Taoist poison is that it will continuously erode the emotions and desires of the poisoned person, until eventually even the desire for survival will disappear and become no different than a stone.

Originally, he was still thinking about whether he should cooperate with Han Yu, the young man selected by the bottle, to develop the natal immortal weapon of the Time Dao Master.

In this case, the immortal weapon does not need to change hands, the real owner is still Han Yu, and it is still Han Yu who embarks on the path of the Taoist Master of Time.

Bai Mo just cooperated with the other party to borrow the bottle and get some benefits. At the same time, the curse of luck would not fall on him.

But now he suddenly lost this idea, as if he had fallen into sage mode.

I don't want anything anymore.

So he grabbed Han Yu and brought him back to Qixuanmen with his body and bottle.

Let the bottle and its chosen owner continue the story they or have already written without any further interference.



Another four months passed in the blink of an eye.

Except for Han Yu and Bai Mo, the other young men who were selected to practice the Five Elements Jue had all given up.

Although the Five Elements Art is a popular commodity that can be found everywhere in the world of immortality, it is still essentially a magic art for cultivating immortality. Without spiritual roots, it is impossible to even enter.

Spiritual roots are unique among mortals. Doctor Mo himself knew that spiritual roots were difficult to find, but he didn't know how to tell whether others had spiritual roots. He chose this group of teenagers purely based on his feelings.

But he was very lucky. Among the nine people he picked from the refugee camp, he actually picked one with spiritual roots.

As for the other young men without spiritual roots, no matter how hard they worked, there was no gain. They took the initiative to ask Doctor Mo to resign, and quit the Qixuanmen outer gate to get a job as a handyman.

Although the life of a handyman is quite hard, it is still much better than the troubled times outside where people are starving and people eat each other at every turn.

Even if they failed to become Doctor Mo's disciples and could only work as a handyman in the outer sect, they were sincerely grateful to this haggard old man who brought them from hell to the world.

Some people even made up their minds that after Dr. Mo passed away a century later, they would visit the grave of this great benefactor every year.

It's not surprising that they have this idea, because Doctor Mo seemed to have become older and more haggard during this period, as if he didn't have a few days left to live.

It felt like half of my body was buried in the ground.

During this time, Han Yu also felt more and more that something was wrong with Dr. Mo, not only physically, but also mentally.

Especially when he learned that he had reached the third level of Five Elements Technique and was only one step away from the fourth level, his eager and greedy eyes were like looking at a rare treasure.

Han Yu asked himself, even if he looked at his secret treasure bottle, he would not be so sick and crazy.

In the past few months, by some chance and coincidence, he figured out how to use the bottle, and used the green liquid generated in the bottle to ripen a batch of medicinal materials that were more than ten or hundreds of years old.

It was with the help of these medicinal materials that he was able to overcome many obstacles, pass two levels in less than half a year, and reach the third level of Five Elements Jue.

Moreover, the more Han Yu practiced this Five Elements Technique, the more he felt that it was not simple.

He had only reached the third level of training, and he already felt that he had extraordinary strength. His eyesight and hearing had greatly improved, and he was simply more powerful than a lot of martial arts secrets in the sect.

I have never heard of any secret book that can comprehensively improve physical fitness.

He was given magical skills for free, he was given free resources to practice, and he had that strange longing look in his eyes. Even if Han Yu was a simple young man, it would be difficult for him not to notice that something was wrong.

Giving such good treatment without asking for anything in return, he once thought to himself that he could be Doctor Mo's long-lost son...

But later he thought that Doctor Mo would give them all the same good treatment, so the refugee camp could not be filled with Doctor Mo's lost sons...

There must be something fishy about this matter.

But even if he knew something was wrong, it was useless. Everything Han Yu had now was given by Doctor Mo, and he could naturally take it back at any time.

"Forget it, it's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. As long as the mysterious vial is around, one day I can no longer survive. The worst I can do is take my sister and run away."

He has mastered the Five Elements Art to the third level, and with the strength of an ox, he is still a little master outside. He is still young enough to join other sects and make a living, so he is not afraid of having a hard time.

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