Journey To Longevity

"Thank you for the news, Fellow Daoist Hai. The collapse of the Ariel Secret Realm 40 years ago attracted those old guys from the Three Realms and the hermits in the seas, and because the Dharma Palace is about to open, those old guys are even more of a I don’t want to leave, and I don’t know where I am meditating. I have lived in the city for these years, so I dare not take half a step.” Yan Li nodded and said, in fact, all these years he just sacrificed to the Dragon Puppet , and it just happened to polish his own mana.

Some monks collectively refer to Nanzhou, Ximo, and Beijiang as the three realms. Of course, there is also a theory of the four realms. The fourth mirror is said to span the ancient ocean, and on the other side there is a holy place for practice called Dongtu.

When Zhang Shiping was young, he felt that Nanzhou was very big, as if he could never finish it in his lifetime, so when he read the books written by the predecessors, he was very concerned about the Western Desert, Northern Xinjiang and Eastern Land in the book. He also imagined how to get to these places, especially Dongtu, what kind of prosperous holy place for practice is that?

But now, he only needs to spend three or four years to browse all parts of Nanzhou from south to north, and from east to west.

When a person is young, he always has the arrogance to travel the whole world, but as he grows older, he gradually becomes quieter. But once the horizon is opened, that kind of curiosity is less.

Coupled with the fact that he has seen the boundless vastness of Cangguyang, he feels even more that Nanzhou, Western Desert, or Northern Xinjiang are just a drop in the ocean, and there may be somewhere bigger than the three realms. place. It's just that he is restricted by his own knowledge and cultivation, and he doesn't know it for the time being.

On the other hand, Zhang Shiping agrees with Yan Li's statement very much. Those old monsters who used to see their heads and tails, all of them seem to smell blood when it comes to the Ariel Secret Realm and Nanfa Temple Smell like a ghost, swarming over. Under such a general trend, the decades-long war between the Nanzhou Human Race and the Offshore Sea Race has finally come to an end with the consensus of the two venerables Xiao Chengwu and Ao Yu!

The other Golden Core cultivators chatted casually, and Zhang Shiping also took the opportunity to learn about some things that happened over the years.

Those not very secret things, these fellow Taoists present said very happily. It's just that in this rainy and gray cloud, it's really not a good place to talk, so Yan Li used the excuse of congratulating Zhang Shiping's advancement to the late stage of Jindan, and everyone gathered for a while.

When they flew down from the sky, the rain just stopped.

The sky is clear after the rain, and the first rainbow is seen.

Everyone suddenly became interested, so they stopped looking for restaurants and courtyards. They simply found a good place with pine forests, bamboos and cypresses in the nearby Chongling Mountains, where they were surrounded by streams, sitting on blue stones, drinking wine, laughing and having a small gathering. After a while.

It wasn't until the sky became dark and the tired birds croaked and returned to their nests that everyone left in twos and threes.

The prosperity dissipated, and Zhang Shiping walked alone in the forest. The dead leaves on the ground were still a little damp. When he stepped on them, the water stains soaked out and wet the edges of his shoes.

It was darker in the mountains than in the city, and it didn't take long before the surroundings were full of shadows.

Zhang Shiping was not in a hurry, he still walked slowly, with a little thoughtful look on his face, thinking about the future.

Now that the spiritual barrier is in front of him, the usual meditation and refining Qi are of little use to him.

There are not many roads ahead of him, there are only two of them.

One is to know the sky and obey the fate, and stop seeing obstacles, which can be called the way of heaven.

After choosing this path, the rest of his life will be like exotic flowers, grasses and spiritual trees in the world, refining his aura, and making his insignificant contribution to this incomplete small world. If all the monks of all races in the world can do this step, incubate ideas for Xiaohuanjie and accumulate heritage, then maybe tens of thousands of years later, Xiaohuanjie might be able to become the spirit world again.

However, this kind of realm where all beings in the world and all things are one, is an impossibly slim thing. Nothing in the past, nothing in the present, and it will certainly not happen in the future.

All races are fighting each other. If everyone is like a sage, taking a step back today and shrinking by a point tomorrow, then hundreds of years later, the day when the human race's Nascent Soul and Transforming God monks will be wiped out will not be far away from the day when the clan will be wiped out. After all, the Sea Clan and the Monster Clan would never despise themselves without a strong enemy.

Of course, this level of rising to the survival of the race and the discontinuity of civilization is nothing but a whitewash.

In fact, how can the monks of the human race or other races think so much? It's just that since he has embarked on the road of practice, which monk wants to retreat halfway before the last step?

Therefore, this kind of thought only appeared in Zhang Shiping's mind, and he was decisively discarded. He resolutely chose the latter, which is the way of man.

Zhang Shiping is naturally no exception. A monk like him has finally cultivated to the current state, and if he goes one step further, he will be able to obtain a lifespan of two or three thousand years. At this time, if you want him to give up, it is tantamount to making him die.

Floating in the morning dew, you also seek life from death, let alone human beings?

The so-called way of heaven damages more than enough to make up for what is lacking, but the way of man is not the case, taking what is not enough and giving more than enough.

Zhang Shiping has already felt his own spiritual barrier at the late stage of Jindan, but it is extremely rare for him, a monk with three spiritual roots, to reach this step in two hundred years with the help of this bronze lamp. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?

There are not many Jindan monks in the world of cultivating immortals, and there are even fewer who are expected to conceive babies. After all, if a monk with Tianlinggen wants to become a Nascent Soul monk, he still needs to survive the thunder disaster!

In this thought~www.readwn.com~ Zhang Shiping unknowingly walked out of the mountain and set foot on the loess road at the foot of the mountain.

After two days of thunderstorms, the loess road, which had been strengthened with earth and stone spells from the beginning, was inevitably full of mud. Zhang Shiping didn't want to make himself too dirty, so he soared into the sky, flew over several mountains in a row, and not long after, he flew over Chongling Mountain, and he knew that Zhang Hengren was meditating in the side hall with a single movement of his consciousness. Immediately, the sound transmission was secreted to him, and then floated down in front of the main hall of the Shanding Clan.

Zhang Hengren, who was practicing in the hall, suddenly opened his eyes, got up quickly, and came out to meet him. He stepped over the threshold, each step was about two feet wide, and soon appeared in front of Zhang Shiping.

"Greetings to the ancestor." Zhang Hengren saluted.

Zhang Shiping responded, he looked at Zhang Hengren, who was now gray and old, with a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

He passed Zhang Hengren, walked to the front, and said in a calm tone: "Come in, these few years have been fine."

"It's all good, but some little guys are a bit domineering, so it's good to teach them a little more." Zhang Hengren said softly, and when he laughed, his wrinkles deepened.