hey demon

Chapter 1 I came from the end of the law

Taixuan Realm, Southern Wilderness.

The breeze whispered, and the moon shone on the green hills, with a touch of scarlet, exuding a hint of ominousness.

Songyan Mountain, a small mountain, stands on the bank of the Longjiang River and is covered with pine trees. It is shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round. From a distance, it looks like smoke rising, so it has this name.

It is evergreen in autumn and winter, and it was a good place to enjoy the scenery in the past, but today, under the dark night and the scarlet moonlight, the pine trees are intertwined, like ghosts with teeth and claws, which is quite strange.

On the mountainside, green bricks and green tiles, a small Taoist temple is hidden in the depths of the forest. It is as tall as a meter, lush and green, with a crown like a canopy, but it is a pity that it has already entered autumn at this time, and there are no figs on the lychee trees.

Inside, there is silence, only a few wind lamps hanging at the corner occasionally make the sound of howling flames, and it feels like it is crumbling, but in a closed door, the bone-piercing chill is pervading, making The doors were covered with frost flowers, making this eerie night even colder.

In the room, a fist-sized pearl bloomed with a cool light, replacing the candlelight to illuminate the entire room.

Wisps of green smoke rose from the palm-sized incense burner, adding a bit of mist to this small room.

Smelling it, there is a light and spiritual fragrance, which can calm the mind, and in such an environment, a young Taoist priest, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a navy blue Taoist robe fell down on the bed.

His face was blue and purple, his body was stiff, covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost, he was already lifeless, like a person who had been frozen to death, but Songyan Mountain is located in the Southern Wilderness, the climate is generally hot, and it has just entered autumn at this time, even if It is impossible to freeze to death without clothing.

Moreover, his legs were crossed, obviously he was meditating before, and it was because of a sudden accident that he became like this.

Phew, the sudden gust of wind beat against the doors and windows, as if it was some kind of signal, the little Taoist priest who had been silent before suddenly sat up from the bed, his legs were knotted, and his hands were knotted with dragon and tiger seals, his movements were skillful, almost instinctive.

Roar, the roar of the dragon and the roar of the tiger, the light between the brows, although faint, was extremely firm, unwavering, as if it could penetrate people's hearts, at this moment, the little white frost on the little Taoist priest began to quietly fade away.

"I crossed?"

After a cup of tea, the brilliance between the brows disappeared, and the little Taoist priest opened his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in his black and white eyes.

"Same name and surname, still called Zhang Chunyi, a descendant of the Zhang family in Pingyang, who was sent to Changqing Temple to practice with Changqingzi because he suffered from bone weakness."

"Is this a coincidence or is it me in the legend?"

Gathering up the remaining memories of the little Taoist one by one, Zhang Chunyi followed all kinds of traces.

In this side of the world, there are inspirations permeating the heaven and earth, and all things have the hope of longevity. Even if longevity is false, it is common to prolong life, and there is great power attributed to oneself.

Under such circumstances, the human race gave birth to a group of Taoist seekers who pursue longevity. They are called immortal cultivators, Taoists, and the little Taoist priest is one of them, but they are still standing outside the door.

Everything in the world can absorb the inspiration into the body, derive mana and supernatural powers, sprout wisdom, and embark on the road of practice. This kind of existence is called a demon by human monks.

All species can become demons, chickens and dogs, vegetation, earth and rocks, rivers, swords, spears, swords and halberds, but humans cannot.

There are leaks in the human body, and there is no ability to accommodate inspiration, no magic power, no supernatural powers.

But there is no perfect path in the sky. Although human beings have omissions in their bodies, their souls are light and agile, and they are born close to the Tao. Therefore, those with great wisdom observe the sky and realize the Tao. If they lose what is insufficient, they will give more than enough. The Dharma body without leaks, and finally pick the longevity fruit.

However, although the soul quality of human beings is special, and they are born light and quick, but it is still not easy to break the shackles of the body, transform as much as possible, keep going upwards, and peek into longevity. After all, manpower is limited. The wise ones turned their eyes to the outside world.

The human body is weak, without the tyrannical body of a wild bear, without the sharp claws of tigers and leopards, they can occupy a place in the world, relying on their good deeds.

Since it is difficult for them to completely transform themselves, the great wise men of the human race naturally turned their attention to foreign objects, and the first thing that caught their eyes were all kinds of monsters.

The monsters eat heaven and earth, they are ingenious and grow, they have mana, they are not ordinary, although their souls are turbid, their number is large enough, and it will continue to grow, which just meets the needs of the human race.

Under such circumstances, after many difficult explorations and attempts, a path of seeking unique to the human race was opened up by the sages of the human race.

They use their own souls as tree seeds, and the souls of monsters as spiritual fields, take root in them, absorb nutrients, grow continuously, and finally turn into towering trees and bear long-lasting fruits.

The monster is not only the foundation of their enlightenment, but also their protective tool. With the help of the monster, the human race finally mastered the extraordinary power with a weak body, and saw the hope of picking the longevity fruit, and this is the so-called cultivator. They borrow demons to cultivate immortals.

"Human souls are light and spiritual, and some people have spiritual light hidden in their souls. Hold the spiritual light, ignite it, and turn it into soul fire. This is the first step in cultivation, and then burn the ancestral aperture and lock the seven souls. , This is the real step on the road of cultivation.”

After clarifying his thoughts, Zhang Chunyi still showed a hint of thought on his bluish-purple face.

"The path of this world is very similar to the path I walked in my previous life, or it is basically the same path. They are all borrowing demons to cultivate immortality, which is the path of demons."

"It's just that the blue star world where I was in the previous life has been cut off. Practitioners ignite the soul fire, burn open the ancestral orifice, and after continuous visualization and lock one's soul, there is no way to enter, because there are no demons in the world, and practitioners have no external power to go in." Excuse me, I also stopped at this step in my previous life, and I can only switch to martial arts."

As a descendant of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Chunyi is no stranger to practice, but unfortunately he was born in the age of degeneration, like a dragon swimming in shallow water, so he cannot practice it.

Although he has practiced good martial arts after the road of cultivation was cut off, his body is weak. Although practicing martial arts can strengthen his body, there is a limit after all. An enemy of a hundred people is already an incredible strength.

Moreover, the times have changed, ten years of hard training may not be an enemy with a pistol, which has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

"The former owner of my body suddenly realized something tonight, suddenly fell into samadhi, fixed the light of the soul, ignited the soul fire, and then couldn't restrain it, and burned himself to death."

Recalling the death method of his former master, Zhang Chunyi's expression changed subtly. The soul fire that had just been condensed in the previous body ran away, hurting his own soul, and he died because of this. The practice of thinking can re-conquer the soul fire.

There are thousands of ways to enter the Tao, some people learn to watch chess, some practice martial arts, some people learn to paint, some people learn to read, there are thousands of ways, and there is no definite number. Even on the road.

However, although there are many paths, most of them are actually not universal. For example, people who can follow this path through reading books often have extraordinary talents in this area. It is possible for a talented person to enter the Tao through reading.

For the practitioners, the most orthodox path is still to cultivate the concept of thinking, grasp the spirit, ponder carefully, and finally stabilize the light of the soul, and derive the soul fire to enter the Tao.

For practitioners who have just set foot on the road, the most difficult thing is to fix the light of the soul. In fact, the derived soul fire and the burning of the ancestral orifice can be done step by step. What accidents will happen, but Zhang Chunyi's predecessor died in the process.

(End of this chapter)