Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 175

Zhao Huai looked at the stele, even though he was mentally strong, he couldn't bear it.

These symbols really cannot be seen for a long time.

The more I look at it, the more dizzy I become.

Yu Qinghan was also observing carefully. After watching for a while, he also looked away, and said slowly:
"The words on this stele were not carved by ordinary people, but were written by people with extremely high cultivation levels, and they contain mysterious Dao Yun."

After hearing this, Zhao Huai couldn't help thinking of the previous scene in the illusion.

Those phantoms in the sky, could they be immortals?

That look of indifference to all living beings made him unforgettable, as if common people were nothing in their eyes.

But why did they throw this stele down?

This stele looks more like it has been exiled. What does it represent, and why was it thrown away?
For a while, Zhao Huai couldn't figure it out.

"boom!"

Zhao Huai slapped the stele with his palm, wanting to test how strong the stele is.

As a result, after a hard palm, it was found that the stele didn't respond at all, not even a crack.

His hand bounced back as if it had been bounced off, but the stele was intact and safe.

"It's really solid."

Zhao Huai clicked his tongue.

You know, with my palm with all my strength, ordinary Golden Core cultivators will be disabled even if they don't die.

The physical body of a Jindan cultivator is considered very strong, comparable to the strength of Lingyu.

Firstly, this stone tablet is not a precious material, and secondly, it is not engraved with formations, so why is it so hard?

"What happened?"

Ye Taoran observed the crowd with his spiritual sense, and when he saw Zhao Huai and Yu Qinghan discussing around a stone tablet, he walked over.

When he saw the stele, a surprised look flashed in his eyes.

"A stone tablet just emerged from the Luohe River. It looks very strange and mysterious. It's not made of rare materials, but it just can't be broken, and the text on it makes people dizzy at a glance." Zhao Huai explained.

"Oh?"

Ye Gong stepped forward in surprise, stared at the stele, stretched out his wrinkled hand to caress the stele for a moment.

His old eyes gradually narrowed, as if recognizing the source of the text, he said solemnly:
"It's not my fault that you can't understand, this is the immortal's writing."

After just watching for a while, Ye Taoran confirmed the origin of the content.

"Can you decipher it?"

Zhao Huai asked, he only cared about this.

Ye Gong shook his head and said: "No, the words inscribed with immortal power, only those who possess the immortal power can know what is written on them. The will and Taoism of the immortals are gathered in the words. Even I can't know the content of the words. , the reason why I can tell it is fairy writing is because I saw it by chance hundreds of years ago, it is exactly the same as this one, and every word is engraved with great weight."

"The content cannot be judged, but what is certain is that this is definitely a big discovery, and there may be unexpected gains."

Ye Gong said solemnly, and at the same time looked at Zhao Huai with profound eyes, and said:
"Since His Royal Highness discovered it, it means that it belongs to you and only recognizes you as the master. If it is someone else, they will never get this stele, and it will never appear. We have also entered this small world of Hetu Luoshu many times. , but never got this stele once, which means it came because of you.”

Zhao Huai frowned and said, "What Ye Gong means is that this stele has taken a fancy to me?"

"Very likely, the top priority is to decipher the text on the stone tablet. Since it belongs to an immortal, it means that there are some unknown secrets hidden. The content of the text is extremely worthy of attention. Maybe we can get some information about the world of Ascension and explain it. Unravel the mystery of the severance of the immortal road back then."

"It seems that there is something to do."

After Ye Gong finished speaking, he looked around and found that most of the young heroes had already woken up.

Obviously, enlightenment is over.

He said loudly:
"All the exercises that you have comprehended have been included in the Hetu. If there is nothing wrong, you can leave on your own. Before you leave, remember to claim the treasure card of my Yansheng Mansion. With this card, you can claim a magical power."

"Finally, thank you all for your help to my Yansheng Mansion this time."

The young Tianjiao who had comprehended the exercises were all happy after hearing this.

They went to Cai Yuxiang to claim a jade token one after another.

Although Zhao Huai didn't comprehend any exercises, he still got a jade tablet, which puzzled him a lot.

When he looked at Ye Gong suspiciously, he stroked his beard and smiled:
"This stone tablet, can I use my Yansheng Mansion to study and understand it? In exchange, you can choose a magical spell in my Yansheng Mansion. We will not take the stone tablet away, but return it to you after a while. how?"

"Since Ye Gong wants to decipher it, let's take it."

Zhao Huai immediately understood, nodded, and immediately agreed. Although he knew that the stele was extraordinary, but at present, it is just an ordinary stone, but it is only with the words of immortals engraved on it, which makes it appear to be of great value.

But why couldn't I realize the exercises, but instead realized a stone tablet?

Puzzled, Zhao Huai left the world of Hetu Luoshu with questions, and returned to the floating island.

"Shen Wu was stunned, and almost forgot the business."

Zhao Huai patted his head, as if thinking of something, smiled at Yu Qinghan beside him:
"Madam, let's go, it's time to see the child."

There are three thousand fairy peaks under the Immortal Throne of Wuji, and the cultivation environment on each fairy peak is excellent.

Therefore, only sect elders and true disciples are eligible to claim it, and new positions will continue to be vacated as their cultivation level grows.

Red Dust Fairy Peak.

There is a simple thatched cottage, located in the winding hills, away from the hustle and bustle, surrounded by fields with a pleasant breeze, a quiet garden, and a fence surrounded by tree branches.

It looks like a paradise.

A beautiful woman in a white skirt is sitting on a swing made of dead trees and vines. She is lined with a red tube top and covered with a black cloak.

The woman in the white dress remained motionless, swaying with the swing, holding the vines in her slender hands, staring blankly at the phantom of the mountains in the distance.

Beside the woman is a lake with floating spiritual mist.

It doesn't look that big, it's just a small lake.

Suddenly, faint ripples appeared on the smooth lake surface.

With the sound of "crash", a huge monster escaped from the lake, splashing a lot of water.

A pair of emerald-like green eyes appeared in the mist.

It was a huge blue-eyed flood dragon.

This oppressive breath is daunting.

But the woman in the white skirt smiled lightly, not afraid, and the corners of her lips curled up and said:

"Thank you again."

I saw that blue-eyed flood dragon opened its mouth and spit out a large amount of river crab and fish.

After throwing them all on the shore, he took another look in the direction of the thatched cottage, with a humane solemn look in his eyes.

Then with a "plop", it dived into the bottom of the lake again.

Among the thatched cottages.

The furnishings are simple, with only a simple desk filled with books, a wooden box in the corner, and an ancient sword on the wall.

Going inward along the thatched cottage is a kitchen, and walking to the right is a room with a big bed.

In the center of the room was a small cart, in which were two months-old babies, wrapped in extremely precious silk, sleeping soundly.

However, at this moment, there was an extremely young girl standing in front of the baby girl.

If anyone remembers, will find out.

A year and a half ago, before Emperor Taizong of Great Xia Yu Yunping died, the Miaoli palace lady who witnessed the young emperor's death looked inexplicably the same as this palace lady.

The young girl stood in front of the baby girl, slightly lost in thought, and murmured:
"You were born in the best of times and the worst of times."

She glanced at the baby boy next to her again, with a hint of distress in her eyes.

The girl just wanted to reach out and touch the baby's greasy and white cheeks.

"Squeak."

There was a sound of pushing the door open, and the woman in the white skirt walked in.

She looked inside, and found that there was no one there, and she was very calm.

When she saw the two babies beside the bed, she couldn't help but smile.

She holds two big fish in her hands.

With a wave of his hand, the clear water in the water tank in the kitchen floated into the bowl, making splashes.

Then he snapped his fingers again, sparks ignited on the kang under the stove pot.

"Let's have fish soup today."

The woman in the white skirt said, and soon got busy.

Jiang Xuan, a majestic fairy in the world of mortals, actually knows how to cook. If this scene is put outside, I don't know how many disciples will be surprised.

Jiang Xuan, the last true disciple of the Wuji Immortal Sect, was also an amazing talent 200 years ago.

The reason why it is the previous generation is because there is an internal regulation in the Wuji Immortal Sect, when the cultivation base of the true disciples reaches the Nascent Soul Realm, they will be promoted to deacons.

The word "disciple" followed by the identity means that there are teachers in the sect, who provide daily practice guidance.

Although there is no end to the journey of practice, but as one ages and cultivates, one's status will change. No one will remain a disciple for a lifetime.

After becoming a deacon, officially stepping into the management of the sect and removing the title of disciple means that there are many responsibilities on the shoulders.

Of course, not all deacons are very busy and capable. The Wuji Immortal Sect has a long history. What is more common is that there are many true disciples who have graduated. The elders who guide them can no longer teach them anything, and can only become The deacon, who participates in the management of the sect, assumes the great responsibility of maintaining the order and guidance of the sect.

Jiang Xuan is one of them.

She was entrusted by someone to take care of the two children until they grew up and sensible, and then gave them the right to choose.

the two children.

One is Zhao Ruyue and the other is Zhao Ping'an.

The trustee was her junior sister who lived with her for a period of time seven or eight years ago. The young girl has become a great beauty on her own.

The relationship between the two is very good, and they talked about everything. I heard that my junior sister found a man and gave birth to a child, but the father could not be found.

Isn't this a proper heartbreaker?

Men don't have many good things.

Looking at the steaming cauldron, in the mist, Jiang Xuan's thoughts drifted away.

Once upon a time, I was also an infatuated girl.

Looking back now, 200 years have passed.

She has long passed the age of pursuing love between men and women, but facing a thousand years of longevity, her life has just begun.

There is still a long road to immortality, and the days have to be passed slowly.

But for a hundred years, Jiang Xuan understood a truth.

No matter which step you reach in the realm of a monk, there are people looking up at you under the steps, and there are people looking down on you on the steps. to the truest self.

"Senior Sister Jiang."

Suddenly, the sound of voice transmission came from the Red Dust Fairy Peak.

Pulling Jiang Xuan back to reality, she wiped her hands, put the wooden lid on the pot, and walked towards the door, only to see a man and a woman falling directly from the sky.

"Qinghan? How did she come back?"

Jiang Xuan was puzzled.

A few days later, her junior sister turned back again, could it be out of regret?

But to be honest, she still likes these two children quite a lot.

Zhao Huai and Yu Qinghan jumped down from the sky and came to the Red Dust Fairy Peak.

Yu Qinghan immediately saw a woman in a white skirt standing at the door of the hut.

With a smile on her pretty face, she said hello:

"Sister, I'm here to see you."

Zhao Huai at the side took a look at the environment of the Red Dust Fairy Peak, it was peaceful, peaceful, comfortable and clean, which meant that the owner here liked to be quiet.

He couldn't help but wondered: "I didn't expect that there is such a place in Wuji Xianzong. If you live in seclusion here, it's really a good choice."

"Qinghan, why are you back?"

Jiang Xuan came over, saw the man next to her junior sister, her eyes narrowed, and she asked:

"Who is this"

"Oh, this is the husband I mentioned to my senior sister." Yu Qinghan introduced with a smile.

"My lord, Zhao Huai."

Zhao Huai took the initiative to introduce, clasped his fists and said.

"You are Qinghan's sweetheart? The father of those two children?"

Jiang Xuan sized up Zhao Huai with cold eyes, her face was flat.

For some reason, Zhao Huai felt a strong resentment. In order to maintain politeness, he still nodded and replied:
"Exactly."

"Sister, is the child in the house?"

At this time, Yu Qinghan couldn't wait to ask.

Jiang Xuan nodded, and replied: "I'm still sleeping, I was planning to cook a pot of fish soup for them, and you just came here."

"Come in and sit."

Jiang Xuan gave way, and Yu Qinghan and Zhao Huai went straight into the house.

Zhao Huai felt a nervous feeling in his heart.

It's his first time being a father.

Can you be nervous?
I didn't know it before, but now I know that I have two three-month-old sons and daughters. Anyone would be shocked and nervous.

At the same time, he looked forward to it.

This is his own son and daughter!

In the short and narrow room, Zhao Huai felt like he had walked for a long time.

After a while, the three finally came to the room.

When Zhao Huai came to the small car in the center and looked at the two lovely faces, he was stunned.

This kid really looks like him!

He reached out and touched the child's cheek.

For a moment, there was a feeling of being connected by blood!

A quietly generated sense of joy spread in my heart, which is an indescribable feeling.

Suddenly remembered something, Zhao Huai turned his head and asked his wife:
"What are their names?"

Yu Qinghan smiled slightly, a radiance appeared on Yingyingyu's face, and said in a warm voice:
"My son's name is Zhao Pingan, and my daughter's name is Zhao Ruyue."

"Zhao Ping, Zhao Ruyue. Good name."

"It's my father's fault that I came to see you now."

Zhao Huai's eyes as he watched the child gradually softened, mixed with a hint of guilt.

There was another pair of reliance in his heart.

Seeing Zhao Huai's appearance, Jiang Xuan, who was next to her in a white dress, softened her gaze a little.

(End of this chapter)