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Chapter 135 Unable and Unwilling

The mountains are covered by heavy snow, but the Longhu Mountain still has the lingering feeling of spring, which is quite a bit of a paradise, and it is January again in a flash.

Under the bamboo garden, a hidden grotto was quietly opened, which was the result of Liu Er and Hong Yun's joint efforts.

The spiritual spring is murmuring, and misty ideas are permeating here. Sitting cross-legged on a stone futon, with a light between his brows, Zhang Chunyi is contemplating the existence of spirit.

And in front of him is a tall stone wall about [-] meters long, on which is engraved the shadow of a dragon with both god and shape.

Ancestral orifice, accompanied by a dull dragon chant sound, a flood dragon drilled out of the gray mist, its scales were pale, most of them had fallen off, revealing rotten flesh and blood, its dark yellow eyes were full of venom, and there was no trace of a dragon at all. majesty.

"Jiaofutu, Jiaolong is just an appearance, resentment is the root cause."

Looking at this rotten dragon, Zhang Chunyi frowned slightly.

After a period of comprehension, he finally touched the root of Jiao Futu, but the things in it made him frown, because the root of this inheritance is eternal hatred.

People have the seven emotions and six desires, and these things are often the most touching to the soul, so some immortal practitioners use this as a basis to create various meditation methods, such as love and lust.

Because this kind of conception is the easiest to touch the heart, once you get started, it is often very fast, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a fast pace, but it is difficult to end well after all.

Immortal cultivators who practice this kind of conception are often fascinated by emotions and desires, transforming into obsessions, sinking in the world of mortals, no matter how hard they are to break free, the most important thing is that few of these cultivators can become yin gods.

"This idea of ​​Taoism is not very useful as a reference for me, but it can still be used as a whetstone."

Looking at the rotten flood dragon that was constantly emitting hatred, Zhang Chunyi's eyes moved slightly.

After getting the picture of Jiaofu, Zhang Chunyi originally wanted to use it as a reference. After all, the inheritance of the Taishang Dragon and Tiger Temple also involved the visualization of the dragon's will, but what he didn't expect was that this original visualization picture of the Jiaolong was just a representation of the dragon. In fact, hatred is the root cause.

"The world is like an oven, and the road to immortality is not smooth. Hundreds of difficulties are added to one's body. They are like fierce tigers blocking the way, and evil dragons in the ravine. They need to be subdued with great perseverance, great wisdom, and great means."

Visualize the dragon and tiger, turning ten thousand calamities into dragons and tigers, Zhang Chunyi stretched out his palm as the Taoist sound echoed in his ears.

Blessed with the thought of being as firm as divine iron and as heavy as a mountain, Zhang Chunyi pinched the rotten dragon in his hands like a bedbug with his small palms showing a tendency to cover the sky.

Roar, the dragon groaned continuously, the hatred in the eyes turned into substance and flowed out, the rotten dragon struggled desperately.

"My heart doesn't move, so what can I do."

Invisible mighty power erupted between the palms of his fingers, and the roar of the rotting dragon stopped abruptly, exploding into a cloud of black mist.

Visualizing Jiao Futu again and again, crushing the dragon again and again, with the help of his long-lasting hatred, Zhang Chunyi tempered his soul again and again, and as time went by, Zhang Chunyi's soul gradually became immobile. breath.

Living peacefully, using Jiao Fu Tu to sharpen his mind and soul, practicing the art of refining weapons with Liu Er, digging the potential of the inner scene, and studying the Taishang Danjing, Zhang Chunyi's schedule is very tight.

During this process, Zhang Chunyi occasionally took time out to teach the two disciples of Longhu Mountain, among whom Zhuang Yuan was the main one. After all, he had already embarked on the road of immortality.

In Caotang, his complexion was reddish, Zhuang Yuan was explaining the secret of visualization to Bai Zhining, he was a little embarrassed to face Bai Zhining's asking for advice.

And Bai Zhining, who was wearing a mask, listened intently, and didn't feel any shame in asking an eight-year-old child for advice.

Walking into the thatched cottage, seeing such a scene, Zhang Chunyi's expression moved slightly as his eyes fell on Bai Zhining's body.

Although Bai Zhining's talent is not as good as Zhuang Yuan's, her perseverance is extraordinary, and she can be regarded as a seed of cultivation, but hatred has taken root in her heart and is difficult to restrain, so that she has been unable to step into the threshold of visualization.

Seeing Zhang Chunyi walk in, Zhuang Yuan and Bai Zhining sat down immediately.

"Today we will talk about why we practice."

Looking away, Zhang Chunyi temporarily revised the content of the lecture.

"Bai Zhining, please stay here for a while."

After finishing a class, looking at the two who were about to leave, Zhang Chunyi spoke.

Hearing this, a look of astonishment flashed in her eyes, and Bai Zhining stopped leaving.

"Why do you practice?"

After Zhuang Yuan left, looking at the gloomy Bai Zhining, Zhang Chunyi spoke.

Hearing this, after being silent for a while, Bai Zhining spit out two words, revenge.

Zhang Chunyi was not surprised to hear this answer.

"Maybe let go?"

Staring at Bai Zhining's eyes, Zhang Chunyi spoke again.

Hearing this, Bai Zhining hesitated, fell silent, lowered her eyes silently, avoiding Zhang Chunyi's sight.

"Can't or don't want to?"

The power of the soul was surging, and at this moment, Zhang Chunyi's words had a touch of power, which exploded in Bai Zhining's ears like thunder.

Hearing this, Bai Zhining's originally wandering eyes suddenly flashed with firmness.

"The disciple neither can nor wills."

Confiding her heart, Bai Zhining expressed her attitude.

As the only two disciples of Longhu Mountain at present, even though they are outside disciples, Bai Zhining can still apply to enter the library. Except for those real inheritances, she can read the rest of the Daoist scriptures.

After the difficulty of practicing meditation, she also wanted to find the answer in these scriptures, and through research, she also vaguely realized her own problems, but she was unwilling to let go, this was her original intention of seeking immortality , if this also needs to be let go, then what is there for this immortal to cultivate.

Seeing Bai Zhining like this, Zhang Chunyi made up his mind.

"Even if this road is full of thorns, and there is a danger of sinking, you don't want to let it go?"

With a serious face, Zhang Chunyi asked again.

Hearing this, Bai Zhining nodded without hesitation.

"Then come with me, I hope you won't regret it in the future."

After speaking, Zhang Chunyi walked out.

Hearing this, seeing the back of Zhang Chunyi leaving, Bai Zhining was stunned for a moment and then suddenly overjoyed. If she guessed correctly, she should have probably embarked on the road to immortality.

In the underground grotto, Bai Zhining came here following Zhang Chunyi.

"This picture is called Jiaofu Picture, and it is the most primitive visualization picture. It is based on hatred. If the hatred in your heart is hard to get rid of, then maybe you can use this picture to find your own path."

Standing in front of Jiao Futu, with his back to Bai Zhining, Zhang Chunyi spoke.

Hearing this, Bai Zhining's eyes fell on the stone wall, and Bai Zhining vaguely saw a pale dragon smiling at her with eyes full of cunning and resentment.

But inexplicably, she didn't feel the slightest fear, but felt unprecedented kindness. She saw herself in the eyes of this flood dragon, and she was of the same kind as it.

(End of this chapter)