Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The stone wall was like fog and smoke, which could no longer block his sharp vision.

He saw a stone room behind the stone wall.

It was more like a stone hall than a stone room.

It was spacious and open, with a nine-story altar in the center of the hall.

A jade bed was placed in the center of the altar.

A handsome middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the jade bed.

The middle-aged man had a long face, three strands of beard under his chin, and his eyebrows were like swords, slender and long.

Even when sitting quietly, he was still like a sword out of its sheath, full of vigor.

Fakong turned his eyes away and saw a jade table next to him, on which there was an ancient zither carved from jade.

There was an ancient book next to the ancient zither.

He flashed and entered the stone room.

What you see is what you reach, this is the divine foot pass, the wish pass.

He held his breath, appeared in front of the jade table, looked at the ancient book, and wrote the four words "Xiao Yujian Jue" on it.

It was written in the prayer.

Fakong looked at the four words.

The four words quickly twisted, and there were numbers lingering, wandering, and flickering in them, which were not clear.

He knew that the way to read the prayer was to infuse it with the power of faith.

The power of faith he stored now was huge and vast, like the sea and the abyss.

So he concentrated a stream of faith power and poured it into the four words.

As the huge power of faith was poured, countless small words suddenly appeared in Fakong's pupils, appearing in an instant and disappearing immediately.

He suddenly had a sense of enlightenment, and clearly understood the huge information contained in these four words: Xiao Yujian Jue.

He then reached out and gently touched the ancient book.

Even after a long time, the ancient book did not turn into ashes as soon as it was touched, but was very flexible.

The material was extremely special, similar to the Sica palm leaf.

When the ancient book was opened, it was densely packed with small words, with pictures of exercises one after another.

Fakong shook his head.

If you don't know the prayers and have no faith, and practice according to this, you will die, and there is no hope.

The real inheritance is in those four prayers.

He thought about it and put the ancient book into the Kalachakra Tower.

He couldn't help but secretly praise himself, which was also a kind heart: he didn't want it to harm people, otherwise, Tianhai Sword Sect didn't know how many people would be unlucky.

But it is more likely that Tianhai Sword Sect is cautious and has a fixed process, so the loss will not be too great.

If they study a little bit, or if there is really someone who knows the prayers, it's not good.

His mind was flowing, and he also put the Jade Qin into the Kalachakra Tower.

The hall was empty, with almost nothing.

Then his eyes fell on the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged.

His face was lifelike, even ruddy, as if he was just in meditation, and he didn't really die.

He came to the middle-aged man and stood still, looking at the middle-aged man quietly, feeling the breath of the middle-aged man.

He was indeed no longer breathable.

Fakong concentrated his mind and activated his destiny.

After a long while, Fakong showed admiration and looked at the middle-aged man with emotion and shook his head.

The middle-aged man's name was Li Danqing.

He was originally a scholar. After failing the exam many times, he got the inheritance of the sword immortal while traveling around the mountains and rivers.

So he built a hut in the mountains and forests, no longer caring about worldly affairs, and immersed himself in cultivation, not knowing how long the years were.

When he returned to his hometown after practicing, his parents were no longer alive, and his relatives and friends had also passed away.

It was not because of war or accidents, but because of the long years, his parents, relatives and friends had all died of old age.

He didn't even recognize anyone in his hometown.

Three generations had passed, and two hundred years had passed.

He actually practiced in the mountains for two hundred years in one breath, because he was immersed in cultivation all day, he only felt that it was just a moment.

He had no more worries, and first walked around in the world to see what the world looked like and how much it had changed.

I want to play in the world and enjoy the world.

But after two hundred years, he has become accustomed to the tranquility and peace in the mountains and forests.

He only feels the prosperity and noise of the world, and feels that it is dirty, as if he has entered a muddy pond from a clear spring.

The world does not know me, and I do not know the world, so he has no intention of showing off in front of people and gaining wealth and honor, and he has never even taken action.

In this turbid world, he endured and endured again, but he could not bear it after all. Two months later, he returned to the place where he built a hut to practice and continued to practice alone.

He kept company with the mountains and forests, made friends with the breeze, and was close to birds and beasts. He adopted some pets and lived a carefree life.

The years in the mountains were long, and before he knew it, he had reached the final level of the sword immortal lineage. His soul condensed into a sword, broke through the air and left, and his end was unknown.

But this body was left behind.

He did not intend to cut off the inheritance, but condensed it into a bead.

It's just that the sword immortal lineage requires extremely high qualifications, and it is definitely not a technique that ordinary people can practice. Both qualifications and opportunities are indispensable.

So if this bead is placed in the air, it cannot be found without sufficient mental strength, and it is not suitable for practicing this lineage.

When Fakong saw this, his eyes swept across the entire hall, and a jade bead condensed in the air and flew lightly to his palm.

He gently pressed it on his brow.

A dragon roar sounded in the void of his mind, as if it came from outside the nine heavens, and it came close in the blink of an eye.

It was a short sword that broke through the air.

The short sword, about one foot long, was completely black, but there were dense small characters on it, which seemed blurry at first glance.

Fakong looked at it carefully and saw the small characters on it clearly.

After he had read it once and memorized it, the short sword suddenly turned into a wisp of flying smoke, rising up, and finally dissipated into the void of his mind, never to be seen again.

Fakong closed his eyes and pondered the inheritance of the sword immortal lineage.

This is a set of peerless martial arts that can directly ascend to the great way.

He shook his head with emotion.

Unfortunately, it is not suitable for him.

Because this Vajra Indestructible Divine Art is similar to the inheritance of the sword immortal, but the sword immortal lineage may be easier to practice.

It does not require merit, but only requires concentration.

The acquisition of merit is too troublesome and full of countless uncertainties. If you want to obtain great merit, it is almost impossible if you do not have Buddhist mantras and magical powers.

And the sword immortal lineage only needs to collect the essence of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon, and forge the body bit by bit, practice the essence and transform it into qi, refine it and transform it into spirit, and refine the spirit and merge it with the Tao.

As long as you practice slowly, day by day, accumulate over time, do not make mistakes in the middle, do not be distracted, and do not be tempted by the world, then you can practice to become a sword god and break through the air.

Even if he couldn't practice to the last step of breaking through the air, his life span would be extremely long, and it would be easy to live for a thousand years.

Fakong felt that this path was suitable for Xu Qingluo.

Xu Qingluo was strong in spirit, and had successfully practiced the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra. If she practiced the sword immortal method, it would be a natural thing, and her progress would be far better than that of Li Danqing in front of him.

Then let Xu Qingluo practice.

The stone hall was quiet, not only separating the world, but also time.

Fakong stood in front of Li Danqing with a serious expression and deep eyes.

He used the clairvoyance again and again.

It seemed to outsiders that it was only a short time, but he had deduced the future more than a dozen times, looking for the most correct way to start.

Finally, he slowly clasped his hands together to salute Li Danqing, then stretched out his left hand and slowly put it on Li Danqing's right palm.

Li Danqing made a strange handprint with his left palm, which was the sword control seal.

His right palm was raised.

Fakong's left palm just happened to be on his right palm.

"Bang!" Fakong flew out.

He flashed golden light in the air and crashed into the stone wall.

The power of the stone wall instantly rebounded, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

He flicked his sleeves, and all the blood flew back, entered his sleeves, and fell into the Kalachakra Tower.

He disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, he appeared in his own house, but it was the house of the Medicine Valley of the Vajra Temple. He sat cross-legged on the couch and began to practice qigong and regulate his breathing.

A light breath entered his body, like a small fish swimming freely in his body.

The fish ran wherever it wanted to run, and wherever it passed, it was like a sword cutting.

Fakong's body radiated golden light.

At first, it was only vague, but later, the golden light had filled the entire house.

At this time, Huinan, dressed in a gray middle-length coat, was drinking tea and reading Buddhist scriptures in his yard.

He shook his head and was intoxicated.

He felt that the Buddha's teachings were profound and his wisdom was like the sea. He was so happy that he wanted to sing.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and turned into a gray shadow that passed over the wall and floated silently to the Medicine Valley.

The Medicine Valley was brightly lit, just like daytime.

The glass lamps were hung high, especially the lake surface was reflected brightly, like a huge mirror reflecting the light.

He came to Fakong's house and saw the golden light overflowing from the house. He did not disturb him casually and stood outside waiting.

The golden light in Fakong's house became stronger and stronger.

The windows were reflected in gold, and it seeped out from the window cracks, as if it was real.

The whole house seemed to become transparent and had been penetrated by the golden light.

Huinan couldn't help but gently break a small window, leaned forward and looked over, and saw Fakong sitting in the brilliant golden light, with a solemn appearance and a serious expression, like the incarnation of Buddha.

He was inexplicably awed.

He breathed a sigh of relief and did not enter the house, but stayed outside to guard.

Figures floated down from outside, silently, but all the first-class masters in the temple came.

Fakong's movement was too loud.

Although the other disciples of the Vajra Temple were unaware, all the first-class masters felt the violent turbulence and vast breath.

It was as if a mountain broke through the air and fell into the medicine valley with a bang.

They came to Huinan, with a questioning look on their faces.

Huinan shook his head and signaled them not to make any noise.

Time passed bit by bit, and the breath of Fakong became stronger and stronger, and the breath of the grandmaster that had been suppressed was also released.

Even if they were first-class grandmasters, they felt breathless and retreated involuntarily, unknowingly retreating to the mouth of the valley.

The golden light had spread to the entire valley.

Fakong concentrated on fighting against this small fish-like breath, constantly contacting, analyzing, assimilating, and simulating.

Unconsciously, all his strength was revealed, and the entire medicine valley became his body, his body.

The breath flowed, and the yin and yang changed.

The monks felt their auras changing, becoming purer and purer. Their spirits and their own auras were constantly intertwined and purified, and they fell into a state of concentration unconsciously.

When the day dawned, when everyone came to their senses, the golden light in the valley had disappeared, and Fakong had disappeared.

And they had already found themselves in a new realm.

"This is..." The monks looked at each other, feeling like they were dreaming.

Everything was too bizarre and unreal.

Huinan said: "This is the Qi Holding Realm, we are all in the Qi Holding Realm."

"Sure enough, there are realms above the first rank."

"Master Brother Fakong's method is too powerful..."

"It's amazing."

They actually stepped into a new realm overnight, and could only sigh at the boundless Buddhist teachings of Fakong.

Huinan did not show off as usual, but was slightly worried, wondering if Fakong had passed the test.

Apparently Fakong was also facing difficulties, but his master could not help.

Fakong had returned to the stone chamber on Bitan Island.

The stone wall was being hit outside, and the sound was so weak that it seemed to come from far away. The masters of Tianhai Sword Sect resumed their daily movements, and the water in Bihantan had recovered.