Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 85 The Evil Master

He sighed, took off the storage bag on his waist, and opened it honestly.

It's hard to fool the two fierce men opposite, especially the white-faced one. If he talks about suppressing the latrine, he might actually be able to do it!

It is embarrassing enough for a dignified monk to have his face covered with arrows. If the body is suppressed in the latrine after death, the ancestor's coffin board may not be able to cover it.

The bag looked very small, but it poured out a lot of stuff.

There were several books, a dark long spear, some gold and silver dry food, and some bottles and cans.

In addition, there are more than a dozen pieces of obscene clothes that are pink or red and smell of powder.

Lu Ye and Wang Hu looked at each other, but they didn't expect that this was still a flower monk.

The old monk also blushed, feeling that he had lost all face.

Lu Ye said in a deep voice.

"Okay, disciple, I don't care about your personal affairs."

"You tell me your origins and the exercises you have learned."

"I want to keep you true to form, without saying a single word!" Lu Ye pointed with an arrow, "If you dare to be cunning, I'll let you have a taste of your uncle!"

The old monk had no choice but to tell the story.

He deliberately spoke in great detail, but in fact he was seizing the time to gather the aura in his body and prepare to use a method to kill Lu Ye and the two.

Lu Ye and Wang Hu also heard about another hidden world unknown to ordinary people in this mortal world.

The old monk said that his home was in a remote mountain in Jin State.

He grew up in a poor family, and because he couldn't open the pot, his family sold him to the temple for the price of a bag of grain.

I had just been ordained and before I could take the Buddhist title, the temple collapsed.

However, two monks went together to hunt for treasure in the mountains. The treasure was not found, so in order to avoid returning empty-handed, they decided to become companions.

The two fought and the temple suffered disaster.

Almost everyone in the temple was dead. Only a few young monks including him survived, but it was because they hid under the altar table.

The monk who won and survived simply took over the temple and used several young monks as slaves. If anything went wrong, he would refine the young monks into bone monks.

Thanks to his cleverness and luck, Yibao finally won the favor of the ascetic. He even tested his bones and found that he could practice asceticism, so he accepted him as a registered disciple.

The name of the cave established by that monk is White Bone Temple. It is said that it also prospered, but now he is the only one left.

A bag of monks guessed that he might have been raised by his master as a material for magical weapons. After all, the bones of immortal cultivators are more effective in refining magical weapons.

The monk named him a bag. After teaching him how to get started, he went to hunt for treasures. He came back with only one breath left, but was robbed by his new companions. It was a cycle of cause and effect, and he died unjustly.

From then on, the monk groped alone and gradually learned something. Because his ordinary mind was still alive, he walked down the mountain.

Because he was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to see that the beautiful lady had no children, he often went to the middle of the night to give birth to a child without leaving any name.

The governor of the provincial capital was his son, so the provincial capital was besieged and he came here to help.

It's just that one bag was also infected with the master's fault. Hearing that there was a treasure, he left his son behind and went to hunt for the treasure.

As a result, the dead baby was obtained, but the live baby son died!

What's even more tragic is that father and son still didn't recognize each other until they died!

That's why he stormed into the camp in anger tonight, intending to kill Chuang Potian to avenge his son, and the series of events that followed.

He also talked about a lot of trivial things about his travels in the world, obviously stalling for time.

Lu Ye sneered impatiently.

"A bag of disciples, there is no need to talk about your affairs anymore."

"Tell me about the exercises you practice and anecdotes about cultivating Taoism in this world."

A bag of monks scolded Lu Zhizi and reluctantly changed the subject.

People who practice Taoism in this world call themselves immortal cultivators.

Generally divided into groups such as casual cultivators, families, and sects.

Different from warriors, warriors cultivate true qi and strengthen qi and blood, but they are still mortal bodies.

Immortal cultivators, on the other hand, absorb the spiritual energy scattered from heaven and earth. What they cultivate is magic power and spiritual consciousness.

Both essentially use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but the efficiency of using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is obviously stronger in the method of cultivating immortals than in martial arts. Therefore, cultivating immortals gives you the magical power of immortality, while martial arts is still in the realm of mortals.

The realm of monasticism is divided into different schools, commonly known as Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, etc.

Each major realm is divided into one to ten levels of smaller realms. The tenth level is called perfection and can impact the next realm.

Practicing qi is just an introduction, and one's life expectancy is only one hundred and fifty years; building one's foundation is considered a true monk, transcending mortals, and one's life span can be up to two hundred and fifty years.

And the golden elixir master has a life span of 500 years, so he can sit and watch the rise and fall of dynasties.

As for the great power of Nascent Soul, it has a lifespan of a thousand years and its power is unimaginable...

The higher realms are beyond his knowledge.

After all, his inheritance is shallow and his foundation is insufficient. Because the spiritual energy of heaven and earth follows the spiritual veins, the spiritual energy of Jin State is poor, the spiritual veins are scattered and shapeless, and there is only a meager amount of spiritual energy.

Real dragons cannot be raised in shallow water. Almost all the people hanging around here are casual cultivators, none of whom have a very high level of inheritance, and there are no immortal cultivating sects, but there are some cultivating families and towns.

Therefore, there are many weird legends about gods and immortals in the world, but few real people's deeds.

His master was just a casual cultivator, so naturally he couldn't escape from this shackles. The so-called inheritance of his master was just a superficial "White Bone Impure Method".

It is said that it was originally a fragment of the Zen sect's orthodox method of contemplating the bones. After it was completed by others, it became extremely evil in his hands. He focused on manipulating bones and corpses, and lost his dignity.

This technique can only be practiced until the Qi training is complete. If you are lucky enough to break through the foundation building, you will have to practice the advanced method again.

A bag of monks has been traveling in the Jin Kingdom for many years, and has met very few of his colleagues. Most of them are like him, with low cultivation, and they take advantage of the troubled times to travel around the world to collect some magical artifacts and materials.

There are rumors that the Jin royal family is the descendant of the Xiuxian family, but I don’t know whether it is true or not.

"Then why don't you go to a place with sufficient spiritual energy to practice?"

Wang Hu asked curiously.

When the monk Yi Bao saw his uncle asking questions, he was frightened when he thought that the other party was very angry.

"Uncle Master, I don't know. To get to that place where spiritual energy is abundant, we have to cross several countries and the journey is long."

"My nephew, with his shallow cultivation and only the third level of Qi training, is relatively safe in the Jin Kingdom, but he is reluctant to take risks."

"Even where the immortal cultivating families in our country are stationed, my nephew usually stays far away."

"Actually, the immortal cultivation seeds in those families are striving to break through the foundation. They have no time to walk in the mortal world. Their spiritual energy is thin and their lifespan is wasted."

He cursed in his heart, these two brats don't know the heights of the world, do they really think that a place with abundant spiritual energy is easy to break into?

He has a lot of spiritual energy and a lot of monks, but he is just a bastard. Isn’t that too long-lived?

Wang Hu touched his head and smiled.

"Then just practice hard. Why waste time in the mortal world?"

"If I were you, I would practice in the cave every day. When I complete the foundation building, I would go down the mountain."

Yibao showed a wry smile.

"Uncle Master, I don't know something. Immortal cultivators need a wealthy couple and a land..."

Wang Hu rushed.

"I know, isn't it just the same as our common people's daily necessities?"

Yibao was so angry that he almost vomited blood again, but Lu Ye still yelled at Wang Hu to shut up and let him continue.

"Fire, rice, oil and salt..."

A bag and a mouth almost let him go in, and he said after a few bah bah.

"The law of wealth lovers means that cultivators must have enough spiritual stones in their hands to exchange for various heavenly materials and earthly treasures to improve their cultivation."

"Companion does not only refer to Taoist companions, but also includes mentors and family elders. They can give you guidance and protect the law."

"The Dharma requires a profound method that allows people to do twice the result with half the effort. One year is worth three to five or even ten years of hard work for others."

"The earth is full of spiritual energy, so that it can be fully supplied for practice." "But my nephew has no one!" Yibao looked sad, and he probably got to the point of his pain, "My nephew's original master is dead, so I have to figure it out on my own. "

"I don't have much accumulated spiritual stones in my waist, and the impure bones are nothing more than ordinary goods. The cave where I live is only slightly better than the mortal spiritual energy, and the effect is almost nonexistent."

"It's difficult to cultivate myself, so I can only search for some materials in the mortal world to improve the strength of the magic weapon."

He shed a few tears.

"What's even more painful is that my nephew, I, am very poor at cultivating immortals."

"Of course, my dead ghost master's cultivation is only at the fifth level of Qi training, so in his eyes, I am considered extraordinary. It is enough for me to inherit his mantle."

"But in reality, they are nothing compared to those geniuses with outstanding abilities. Their cultivation is slow and they are unable to break through. They have no choice but to resort to external tools to protect themselves..."

"For low-level qi-training monks like us, when we fight with others, we have little magic power and need a powerful magic weapon in our hands to protect the way..."

A bag of monks explained it carefully, as if everyone can practice martial arts, but individuals have different abilities and abilities, and their achievements are also different. Only a few can become martial arts masters.

Cultivating Taoism pays more attention to the understanding of the roots and bones. If you want to cultivate Taoism, you need to have spiritual roots suitable for sensing the aura of heaven and earth.

There is great power that divides the spiritual roots into six categories: middle, lower, inferior, heaven and earth.

Each grade can be further divided into three grades: A, B, and C.

A bad bone has a very poor affinity with the aura of heaven and earth, making it extremely difficult to sense the path.

If you practice cultivation, you will not only get twice the result with half the result, but you may even get a hundred times the result with only one point.

For such people to practice Taoism, they are simply causing trouble for the Patriarch and making themselves unhappy.

The lower grade is better and can enter the Tao. If you are lucky, you can even build the foundation. The middle grade usually stops at building the foundation, and those with great opportunities can form the golden elixir. The upper grade can practice very quickly, and the golden elixir is guaranteed. Whether you can cultivate to the Nascent Soul depends on it. How well are the tombs of ancestors buried? Is there smoke rising from them?

The earth grade is the Nascent Soul seed, and the heaven grade spiritual root is the love of heaven and earth, corresponding to the advanced realm...

In addition, there are various different types of root bones, such as sword bones, Tao bones, etc., which are consistent with the great road of heaven and earth. If you practice the right method, you can advance thousands of miles in a day, which cannot be judged by ordinary six-grade root bones.

There are the most bad bones in this world, and those with low-grade spiritual roots are actually not uncommon.

The middle-grade and top-grade ones are already rare. As for the earth-grade, heaven-grade and alien spiritual roots, they are already extremely precious.

"In this world, there are the most inferior bones, followed by low-grade spiritual roots. These two are not uncommon among the crowd."

"But what is more lacking in the world is spiritual veins and spiritual energy. For example, the Kingdom of Jin is known as the spiritual energy desert, just like the desert where there is little water but many people."

"So the rules here since ancient times are that the law should not be passed lightly, because if there are too many people practicing Taoism, their spiritual energy will be absorbed less. After hundreds of years of hard work, one step may cause the path to be interrupted."

"Immortal cultivators have always been just legends in the mortal world. This is why they seldom walk in the mortal world."

Wang Hu said suddenly.

"I understand this. Just like the famine in recent years, there are not enough steamed buns to eat, but people have so many mouths."

"Some people eat too much, and some people will starve to death..."

A bag of monks complained in his mind, could he please stop mentioning the steamed buns, but all he could say was compliments.

"Uncle Master's words are either rude or not, that's the truth..."

A bag of monk's own spiritual roots is nothing more than lower grade B spiritual roots, only better than lower grade C.

Or in layman's terms, for immortal cultivators, he is the second-to-last person, and he can only be proud of the bottom-to-last person.

There is no master, no resources, and no place with sufficient spiritual energy to practice. Now, decades have passed, and I have only reached the third level of Qi training.

Lu Ye suddenly interrupted him.

"Put aside the matter of Gen Gu for now. Even if your uncle and I are bad bones, we can't say for sure, but who made us both have the heart to follow the Tao."

"Disciple, please explain to us the method of unclean bones."

The monk with a bag could only honestly open a book in front of him and said with a sorry smile.

"Master, I will explain to you the concept of impure white bones."

"This is a compulsory introduction to spiritual consciousness, so it is copied on paper, and subsequent exercises are recorded in jade slips."

"When you and your uncle enter the sect and your spiritual consciousness is stable, you can comprehend and study the exercises in the jade slips on your own. There are annotations left by the elders of the sect."

Lu Ye nodded and smiled kindly.

"It's easy to talk, good disciple. Then please explain to us this method of unclean bones."

"Master, I am impatient. If you hesitate or stutter in your words, master will reward you with an arrow."

The monk had no choice but to spread out the book and began to explain it word for word.

"This method is one of the five Zen methods. When you enter concentration, you must first practice the White Bones Contemplation, visualize the body, go from life to death, and gain great wisdom and concentration from great terror..."

He spoke eloquently about Taoism, and his voice was loud and had a special rhythm.

After the initial lecture, Lu Ye and Wang Hu still didn't understand something.

He was very patient and told it a second time...

Just as he recited the scriptures and the mana flowed in his body, the sound in his mouth was mixed with a hint of echo.

Wang Hu's eyes gradually became confused, and in his soul he seemed to see a white-bone giant suppressing him. He was alert to danger, but his whole body was lazily as if he didn't want to move.

Next to him, Lu Ye suddenly shouted loudly.

"Well said!"

A bag of monk's quilt broke the rhythm of reciting, and he looked up in surprise!

How is it possible that I recited scriptures and secretly used the demonic sound of bones to suppress their souls? How could these mortals withstand it and still stay awake!

But he saw that the cheap master had already bent his bow and loosened his grip.

"No..." he screamed.

Boom!

A long arrow penetrated his bald head, and then exploded!

The bag of headless corpses of monks fell to the ground.

"call……"

Wang Hu blinked and let out a long breath, followed by cold sweat streaming down his face.

"It's so dangerous. I almost fell into this monk's way."

"Brother, just now I knew in my heart that this monk was in danger, but I don't know why I saw a white-bone giant in my mind, so I couldn't think about anything else, and my body was so lazy that I didn't want to move!"

He went up and kicked the monk's body violently.

"This bag of monks is so disgusting!"

"Now it's better, it's a rag bag!"

Lu Ye coughed and nodded, feeling a little scared.

"Next time you encounter these cultivators, it's better to kill them directly."

"It's hard to guard against all kinds of dirty tricks."

However, he did not encounter Wang Hu's symptoms.

There are pictures of fish and dragons protecting me in my mind, and the surging river flows forever.

It seems that as the monk chants in the bag, numerous bones appear, but compared to the vast river water, these bones are just a drop in the ocean.

The white bones were swallowed up by the river as soon as they appeared, and only a few bubbles appeared in protest.

Therefore, he was not intimidated by any white-bone giant.

Instead, he noticed that the blood value of a bag of monks began to rise strangely from 31, and it increased by several points in a few breaths.

So before the monk could finish reciting the sutra, Lu Ye made a killing move.

(End of this chapter)