I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

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Xiao Ran flipped through the Guiyuan Jue. There were more than 5,000 words in the whole chapter, and each sentence was explained in detail.

There is more than one person who wrote the annotations. Judging from the name, there are monks, Taoism and customs. It can be said that the Guiyuan Jue has been thoroughly analyzed, and the person who created the exercises will not be so comprehensive.

Natural pupil, the cultivation talent is second only to Tian Linggen, Xiao Ran tried to practice after reading it twice.

Sensing the meager spiritual energy between heaven and earth, it runs along the meridians, refining it into mana and gathering it in Dantian.

At the end of a week, half an hour has passed since waking up from the practice.

Mobilizing a few strands of mana in his dantian is completely different from the qi and blood of martial arts, Xiao Ran's mind is tumbling like a stormy sea.

"Is this cultivating immortals?"

"Yes, this is Xiuxian."

Zhou Yi couldn't help but sighed in admiration, people really can't be compared with each other, it's no wonder that the Xiandao sect is the most important aptitude.

Mind can be exercised, evil thoughts can be transformed, but the talent given by God cannot be changed.

Those monks with low spiritual roots in the immortal cultivation world are either intellect against the sky, or have a mind like a demon, or have amazing luck and are not universal.

Xiao Ran tried his best to calm down. The chat group he added in the second year of middle school actually mixed in with a real immortal.

"True monarch, why did you pass on my immortal art?"

"Pindao looks quite pleasing to the eye, and because your surname is Xiao."

Zhou Yi asked, "Do you know the story of Daojun Xuanxiao's conquest of demons?"

Xiao Ran nodded and said, "According to the records of the sages of Taoism, Daojun Xuanxiao desperately killed two world-destroying demons in order to save the world, and finally ascended by the incense of the people!"

"Xuan Xiao is also surnamed Xiao, I hope you can be like Dao Jun."

Zhou Yi said: "Pindao has never been a good person, but he has always believed that good deeds will be rewarded!"

Xiao Ran looked solemn, bowed and saluted.

"Definitely live up to the real monarch's expectations!"

"You can try to contact Li Chao, Li Tianwang in the chat group."

Zhou Yi reminded: "He is a master of martial arts, and he hates evil like hatred. A few days ago, he encountered a powerful person who molested a little girl, and he discounted his three legs. He is being arrested and wanted."

Xiao Ran nodded first, then said depressedly, "Why is this happening again?"

"Probably too many things happened. Anyone will encounter one or two, and most of them will pass by with one eye closed."

Zhou Yi saw Xiao Ran's face showing disbelief. He pinched his fingers for a moment, but in fact his consciousness swept across a radius of dozens of miles.

"North Yongxingfang, in the back garden of Chen's house, a young man kidnapped the drunk girl back, and the poor road cut off his kidney water, you can go and see now!"

"it is good."

Xiao Ran flipped through the booklet of Guiyuan Jue, and in the spells in the appendix, he picked out the deformation jue.

The mana was running, and the muscles, bones and muscles quickly shrank, turning into a five-foot-tall dwarf, and his figure disappeared into the night.

"Ugh…"

Zhou Yi shook his head and sighed. The woman in his consciousness was already dead, and the people of the Chen residence were burying them in the back garden.

The more advanced monks in the world of immortality are, the easier it is to fall into the devil's way, of which consciousness is one of the important factors. I have seen too much darkness in the world, like staring at the abyss all the time, and one day I will merge into it.

"It's no wonder that they are all cultivating in deep mountains and old forests. The benefits are not just aura."

Zhou Yi silently recited the heart-clearing mantra, continued to write and draw on the paper, and his consciousness locked Xiao Ran's deeds at any time.

After half an hour.

Xiao Ran broke into the Chen residence, beat the murderer outrageously, and fled with the woman's body in the hail of bullets.

Today, Chen's guards' marksmanship is a bit biased, and all of them have become masters of strokes!

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The end of the year is almost here.

The flow of people on Zhuangyuan Street has increased greatly, and there are a few more tourists in the deserted pawnshops.

The formation prohibition can only shift the line of sight slightly, it is not that it can't distort people's consciousness, it is just that you are the only one in the lively street, but you have become the most conspicuous one.

Tourists walk around the pawnshop and find that there are only counters and Taoist priests empty, which is not as interesting as the antique shop next to it.

For example, the bronze tripod from last week, the bicycle that the emperor rode on, the relics of Buddhist monks, and the porcelain vases with beautiful patterns, even if they knew they were fake, they would spend money and have fun when they came out to play.

"There are guests today."

Zhou Yi calculated with his fingers and decided to comply with public opinion. A shelf was placed in front of the counter.

Most of the shelves are Buddhist and Taoist books, and occasionally there are bronze tripods and porcelain vases that are made by hand. They are placed according to mysterious rules, and the shop suddenly looks antique.

The hustle and bustle of the day fades away.

Night falls.

Zhou Yi's fingertips shone with fire, and he carved the fine iron into a mobile phone, and after pondering it for a moment, it became a ring.

"Cultivators don't need to look at the screen of their mobile phones, they can completely replace their eyes with mana and spiritual sense, just like using a magical storage device, they can send text messages with a thought..."

After more than half a year of comprehension, Zhou Yi translated the mobile phone system one by one, and finally replaced all of them with forbidden textures, and was refining the first mobile phone magic tool.

At this time.

An old man in a long gown with a white beard came in outside the door, his eyes were a little dazed, he sat opposite the counter and watched Zhou Yi cast spells.

"Are you a fairy?"

"no."

Zhou Yi said, "But you are indeed a ghost!"

"Ghost? So I'm a ghost!"

The old man looked at Zhou Yi's eyes, like a vortex, and the pictures of his life continued to emerge. He saw the operation for two consecutive days and two nights, lying in the corner and died in deep sleep.

There is no pain and no perception.

"My original name was Liu Hong, why did I become a ghost? How did I come here?"

"There are many reasons why people die as ghosts, most of which are obsessions. For example, you still miss the patient."

Zhou Yi explained: "Pin Dao has seen a lot of darkness in recent days. I want to find a kind person to talk to, to neutralize the depression, so as not to give birth to inner demons, so you are here!"

This is just an excuse, the mere Jindan can't do what he wants, the real reason is still attracted by the spiritual energy.

Zhou Yi practiced the secret techniques of the sect to imprison the mana in the body, but Jindan Zhenjun and the end of the law were peerless.

Where the true monarch is, it is a blessed land of Lingshan, and the spiritual energy is stronger than the core of the spiritual veins today.

Liu Hong was silent for a while, unable to understand what the Taoist said, he just thought it was a strange person acting strangely.

As a well-known doctor in the industry before his death, he believed in birth, old age, sickness and death for decades, and suddenly discovered the mystery of his soul, and almost had the urge to dissect himself.

"So what am I going to talk to you about?"

"Anything, such as medicine, Pindao is also quite proficient..."

When Zhou Yi was talking, the mobile phone made a beeping sound, made a gesture of sorry for waiting, and opened the cloud chat message and the avatar of a beautiful woman was flashing.

Game, 36 C, Enthusiasm, 25, No. 9: "Brother Bailong, please take me to the top!"

Zhou Yi glanced over the lengthy remarks, and immediately knew who the other party was, and replied without changing his face: "There are customers in the store today, and I will take you to the emperor tomorrow."

No. 9 sent a voice: "Brother Bailong, they want to do it now."

Picture, picture, picture.

Liu Hong was stunned, the Taoist priest's mysterious and immortal energy collapsed in front of him, and he instantly fell into a worldly mortal, and he no longer had any fear in his heart, and said meaningfully.

"According to the old man's many years of medical experience, either the photo is fake or the appearance is fake!"

"Cough, cough, just be happy, don't be too serious."

Zhou Yi's face turned a little red, and he put his phone upside down on the counter, but in reality he replaced it with his divine sense and chatted with No. 9.

"Understand."

Liu Hong kept winking and winking, he just thought it was quite interesting. Thinking back to the anecdotes he had heard before his death, there might be a Taoist-like existence.

"Let's talk about medicine!"

Then Zhou Yi and Liu Hong discussed medicine, from modern times to ancient times, from the body to the soul.

One is an old monster who knows everything from ancient times to today, and the other is a new ghost with superb medical skills. He can argue for half a night just by learning the words of medicine and saving people, and before you know it, the sky will dawn.

Midnight nonsense.

"Lao Liu, why don't you stay a few more nights?"

Zhou Yi still said, "Pin Dao once read an ancient book, written by a famous doctor, which records more than a dozen kinds of lost secret recipes."

"I went to see my son before dawn, so I entered the reincarnation earlier, maybe I could see my wife who passed away the year before."

Liu Hong shook his head and refused, looking calm: "Before dying... No, meeting the Taoist priest after death is also an adventure!"

Saying goodbye, he left the pawnshop erratically.

Zhou changed his hands to pinch the magic formula, and performed the secret of Buddhist reincarnation. A little mysterious light fell into Liu Hong's body. In the next life, he might be able to withstand the mystery of the broken womb and inherit his wisdom.

Buddhist secret techniques are even weirder than magic, and Zhou Yi can't say for sure what the specific effects will be.

According to the records of Buddhist classics, it seems that the monks who have done countless good deeds during their lifetime are more likely to awaken Su Hui, and they correspond to the good deeds in the dark.

"Buddhist scriptures and exercises, all the clouds and mountains are covered with fog, and I am not afraid that future generations will learn and fall into the devil's way!"

Zhou Yi spat fiercely, his divine sense sensed the spiritual energy near Caishikou, which was almost undetectable, but without the cultivator's refining consumption, it would one day cover the whole city.

"Old Liu's obsession is not deep, and he has become a ghost. It's been a few years since Hundred Ghosts Night..."

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