Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 203 Hidden Spiritual Root, Zhao Ping'an
"Chen Zhiruo, the three spiritual roots of gold, wood and water, pass."

The rime is foggy and the aura is dim. Ascending to the mountain pass of the Wuji Xianzong Mountain, an elder of the sect is presiding over the triennial spiritual root assessment meeting, holding a jade slip in his hand.

As long as there are people who meet the qualifications, their names will be recorded in the register, and then they will stand on the right side of the team and receive a set of standard robes for disciples of the Wuji Immortal Sect.

Those who went to the mountain to seek immortality included disciples from aristocratic families from all over the world, daughters of wealthy families, and princes and nobles. At the threshold of entry into the Wuji Immortal Sect, everyone was equal, and those with qualifications entered.

"Gengu is the first hurdle on the road to immortality. If you don't have enough gengu, no matter how many resources you spend on you, it won't help. The first hurdle is to test your gengu. Everyone goes forward one by one and returns without confidence. Don't bother order."

Elder Guo looked at the new batch of mortals who went up the mountain, and repeated with a flat gaze.

However, no one left.

Because everyone spent a lot of energy to come here, how could they give up just because of one sentence.

"Fire and earth dual spiritual roots, very good, pass!"

"Huh? Special spirit root, thunder spirit root, very good, very good, you have also passed."

"Four spiritual roots of gold, wood, water and fire, you are too complicated, please go back."

At the gate of the mountain, there will always be people who enter with excitement, and some who return disappointed.

And on top of the mountain gate.

A group of yellow-haired children were sneaking, lying on a row of smooth stone walls in the mountains, chattering and discussing.

"Qin Chuyang, what spiritual root did you test in the previous year?"

"The wind spirit root seems to be."

"Special spiritual root, not bad, I seem to be a single spiritual root, Zhao Ping'an, how about you?"

A seven or eight-year-old kid with braids asked an honest kid beside him who was half a head shorter and full of aura.

This child was born beautiful, with clear pupils, a puffy face, and a hint of stability between his brows. He is not as lively and active as other children, shaking his head.

"I don't know, I haven't tested it yet."

Little Zhao Pingan shook his head, expressing that he was not clear either.

"That's right, you are two years younger than us, and you are not yet of age, so you don't want to take a test? This is a good opportunity."

The braided child thought for a while, then suggested aloud.

"Aunt Jiang said, don't let me be too high-profile, including the detection of spiritual roots, she must also ask in person." Zhao Pingan recalled the woman in his mind who was always in a daze on the swing, and said honestly.

To be honest, he was still looking forward to it.

He also wanted to know how qualified he was.

But because of that admonition, he was very entangled.

"The one from Hongchen Xianfeng? I heard that she has a bad temper. No wonder you come out to play with us every day."

"Test it, it won't lose a piece of meat anyway."

"All right."

After Zhao Pingan agreed to come down, several children came down from the stone wall and sneaked around to the rear of the team in an attempt to muddle through.

But it was still discovered by the disciples on duty.

"Go, go, I'm busy here, go play somewhere else, good boy."

A young monk dressed as an inner disciple saw a group of children gathered around the assembly and spoke to drive them away.

He knew that these were all children who grew up within the Wuji Immortal Sect, and their backgrounds were so deep, they couldn't beat or scold them, they could only speak nicely.

The Immortal Sect of Wuji advocates free love, so many disciples who are right in their eyes become Taoist couples, and they will inevitably give birth to offspring, and their talents and aptitudes are not low.

Internal digestion is the best way.

Hearing this, the braided child smiled and said:
"Senior Brother Ning, I know about the matter between you and Senior Sister Ran. If Elder Cui knows about the good things about the two of you, this matter will become unreliable. You don't want to make Senior Sister Ran angry, do you?"

The tall young monk froze for a moment, then hugged the opponent's head, carefully looked around, and hissed:
"Freeze said!"

"Then let us go."

The braided child was not worried about being caught under the armpit, but showed a triumphant smile instead.

The tall young monk held his forehead and said helplessly, "I'm afraid of you little devils."

"Go, don't say I let you."

"Thank you, Brother Ning, Zhao Ping'an, let's go!"

The braided boy happily pulled Zhao Ping'an towards the spiritual root testing conference.

"Pass, next."

Elder Guo put down the palm of the person in front of him, squinted his eyes, and yawned.

He has been engaged in the bone touching business for decades, and he has gained experience. He doesn't even need a specially inspected spirit root stone tablet, because it is too slow, and he might as well look at it by himself.

Skillfully grabbed the hand of the next person, intending to examine the bones.

Why is this hand so small?
"Ok?"

Elder Guo frowned, and touched repeatedly uncertainly.

"It's actually a single spiritual root with a fire attribute, what a seedling!"

His eyes showed surprise, and he wanted to look up to see who it was.

As a result, I saw a familiar face, a braided child.

"Xu Pianhe, what are you doing here? Didn't you take the test last year?"

Elder Guo recognized the other party at a glance, and he was quite dissatisfied.

This Xu Pianhe is the son of the third elder. He is really talented, but he has an extremely stubborn temper and often teases other sect disciples.

"I brought someone here."

Xu Pianhe pointed to the people around him, raised his head and smiled.

"Zhao Ping'an, show the elders."

Only then did Elder Guo turn his attention to the Fenpeck kid beside him.

Although the face is immature, it looks very precocious.

The other party stretched out his hand, but Elder Guo didn't refuse. He didn't know how many bones he looked at in a day, one more was not too many, and one less was quite a lot.

But when he touched Zhao Ping'an's hand, he frowned.

No matter how you look at it, you can't see it.

"Strange."

Even Elder Guo was very puzzled. He had never made a mistake hundreds of times, but this time, he couldn't see it.

What is this spiritual root?
Why have I never seen it myself?
After thinking for a long time, there was no answer, so the braided boy urged, "Can you do it, Elder Guo, it's been so long."

"Wait for a while, old man."

Elder Guo stood up from his seat and brought Zhao Pingan to the front of a stone tablet at the gate of the mountain.

The aptitude stele, which has been sealed for hundreds of years, is finally activated.

Zhao Pingan was blankly watching the elder inject mana into the stele, and then stood himself in front of the stele, pressing his hand on the cold stele.

He felt a strange force exploring inside his body.

Accompanied by a stick of incense in the past.

Suddenly, the stele burst into incomparable light.

Elder Guo checked the results, broke out in cold sweat, and said in surprise:

"It turned out to be a hidden special spiritual root, the sword spirit root, the seed of the way of swords that has not been produced for a thousand years, the way of good killing!"

"No wonder I can't see that the last sword spirit root was the unfamous Yan Zu."

All of a sudden, everyone around looked at Zhao Pingan with envy and shock.

"A sword spirit root actually appeared in this conference?"

"No way, this child is so talented? He is too young. Whose child is this?"

Xu Pianhe looked at the commotion crowd, grinned and said, "Yes, Zhao Ping'an, your aptitude is very good, and you can definitely cultivate to the level of Transformation God."

For the compliment from his companion, Zhao Ping'an did not show joy on his face.

Instead, he heard the key words in the discussions of the people around him, and his small body froze, unable to stop for a while.

That's right, he has grown up so much that he has never met his father and mother.

Whose child is he, as they say.

"Zhao Ping'an, come here."

A cold voice sounded at the mountain gate of Wuji Immortal Sect.

A beautiful woman in a long white dress appeared in the void.

All the disciples on duty, including the elders, were terrified when they saw this beautiful figure in white.

This famous name resounded through Lingshan a hundred years ago.

Fairy of the Red Dust, Jiang Xuan.

At this time, Jiang Xuan's pretty face turned cold, she landed steadily, and walked towards Zhao Ping'an.

Even the Elder Guo has to give three points. He showed a shy smile and organized his words:

"So it's Jiang Xuan, this is him"

"I know, so I won't bother the elder to worry about it."

Jiang Xuan said lightly.

Elder Guo wanted to ask a few more questions, including the identity of the child, but he choked up immediately and could only shut up obediently.

Jiang Xuan's talent is very high. For a hundred years, she has locked herself in the Red Dust Fairy Peak. No one knows what level she has reached now.

Zhao Pingan was very obedient and came to Jiang Xuan's side, with his head hanging down, as if he had done something wrong, sobbing:

"Aunt Jiang, I'm sorry."

Seeing him like this, the frost on Jiang Xuan's face dissipated a little, she bent down and said with a faint smile:

"Peace, let's go back, okay? My sister is still waiting for you to go back and play."

"it is good."

Jiang Xuan stood up, held Zhao Pian's hand, glanced at Xu Pianhe, and then looked around:
"Everyone, farewell."

Then he took Zhao Ping'an and disappeared into a stream of light.

The woman in the white skirt left, and everyone dared to discuss it.

The aura of that woman just now was too frightening, she was like an existence that stood upright from a high mountain.

I don't know when I will be able to cultivate to her level.

"Testing continues."

Elder Guo heaved a sigh of relief, and then announced, "Xu Pianhe, you should go back too. Fairy Hongchen has such a temper, protecting her weaknesses, even if your mother comes is useless."

Xu Pianhe hugged his chest and snorted, and said angrily: "What's the big deal, I, Xu Pianhe, don't have special spiritual roots, and I can still cultivate into a fairy!"

In the sky, clouds cover people's eyes.

Zhao Pingan looked at the back in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "Aunt Jiang, you once said that my mother and father are the most amazing people in the world, but where are they now?"

"Why don't you come back and see us?"

"They have a lot of things to do. After you start practicing, they will naturally come to see you."

"Aunt Jiang, don't be angry with me anymore, can I finally start practicing?"

"Well, how could I be angry with Xiaopingan? Starting today, you can officially start practicing."

(End of this chapter)