Starting From A Fisherman To Cultivate Immortality And Live Forever

Chapter 88: They're actually all real, all real! (Please subscribe)

[Obtained fishing experience +1]

[Obtained big blue fish +1]

[Obtained fishing experience +1]

[Obtained blue spirit fish +1]

[Current fishing level: Level 4 (340/2000)]

[Current fishing spot has exhausted all fishing attempts... Please try again next time!]

Shuilan Star, Yushu City Reservoir fishing spot.

Su Ping, with a hint of unexpected joy, effortlessly caught a big carp from the reservoir.

As he threw the big carp into his fish bag, Su Ping whispered to himself,

"After returning from Xuan Turtle Island to fish, both the Linyue Lake fishing spot and this place only refreshed the minimum number of fish. I thought it was because I drew the Memory Wand and would go through a period of unlucky times.

I didn't expect to have a pleasant surprise and draw another blue spirit fish!"

"With this blue spirit fish, I now have three spirit fish!"

Su Ping was very happy about this and left the reservoir to enter the Pot World.

With the release of the third blue spirit fish into the Spirit Light Fish Pond in the Pot World.

Buzz!

The concentration of spiritual energy in the Pot World once again increased.

[Current Pot World level: Level 1 (90/100)]

Su Ping took a deep breath, feeling that the current concentration of spiritual energy was infinitely close to the feeling he had in the Inner City Mansion on the Jin Yun Mountain.

That was a cultivation cave formed by arranging formations on a second-grade top-quality spiritual vein.

The price would only be much higher than the outer sect's caves.

Now, as long as he was in the Pot World, he could enjoy the spiritual environment without any restrictions.

Su Ping glanced at the spirit pets that were being raised here and felt fortunate to have chosen them!

In the backyard of the Listening to the Moon and Listening to the Wind Pavilion.

As Su Ping successfully made a big purchase from the Jin Yun Mountain Inner City Mansion.

Zhou Xuan, the Little Daoist, also had more courses to offer.

In addition to new and more complex alchemy-related books.

There was also the latest product from the Jin Yun Mountain Inner City Mansion, a voice-transmitting jade pendant that recorded the initial explanations of alchemists.

As long as mana was infused into the jade pendant, the voice of an elderly alchemist would be heard, teaching the students as a senior practitioner.

This mode was somewhat similar to the audiobooks on Shuilan Star.

However, the alchemist's voice recorded in the jade pendant was naturally not as simple.

As long as one focused and listened, various alchemy-related scenes would naturally appear in one's mind.

This method consumed less mental energy compared to reading books.

After checking multiple times to confirm that there was no content that would cause misunderstandings for Zhou Xuan, Su Ping sent it out.

Recently, Zhou Xuan had also started to experiment with using local medicinal materials from Shuilan Star to make various medicine packets.

He didn't aim for a hundred percent substitution, but if he could replace as much as ten percent of the auxiliary materials, it would already be very good.

Su Ping resumed his appearance as the Exiled Immortal when he first went to the Eastern King Pavilion. With the help of the formation, he seemed to slowly descend from the sea of clouds.

He arrived in front of Zhou Xuan, accepted the Little Daoist's grand gesture, and slowly said,

"As an outer sect disciple, you have performed well during this period."

"If you maintain your current attitude and performance, there is a possibility for you to become an inner sect disciple in the future!"

After giving him a sweet date, Su Ping continued to paint a rosy picture.

Feeling the extraordinary benefits, Zhou Xuan naturally believed in it.

Then, Su Ping changed the topic and patted Zhou Xuan's shoulder, saying,

"But on the path of cultivation, you should also balance work and rest."

"You should take a few days off and go home to see your family."

"I will also find someone to take care of your spiritual rice fields and spiritual fields."

Zhou Xuan was taken aback when he heard this. He wanted to blurt out that he wasn't tired, but he remembered that this was the advice from the Immortal Daoist of the Yunlai Immortal Realm, who had a connection with him.

Since the Daoist had such high expectations of him, he must not harm him!

Zhou Xuan bowed and agreed to Su Ping's suggestion.

Su Ping then instructed him not to reveal his spells to outsiders, and at most, use martial arts for self-defense. He also mentioned other rules such as not bullying the weak.

Waving his hand, Su Ping sent Zhou Xuan, the Little Daoist, out of the Pot World.

Zhou Xuan returned to the Eastern King Pavilion in Yushu City and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Daoist temple. His eyes were somewhat dazed.

A feeling of being in a dreamlike illusion swept over him.

It suddenly occurred to him: Have I really become an immortal?

Could it be just a big dream?

He was taken aback, but then he remembered the instructions from the Taoist priest and resisted the urge to use magic in the mortal world.

Feeling the abundant energy and blood in his body, he chose to quickly walk to a corner of the courtyard and effortlessly lifted the stone lock that had been sitting there gathering dust for a long time with one hand.

Seeing that he could easily lift the stone lock that he could barely lift with both hands before, Zhou Xuan believed that the power within him was not an illusion.

He really went to the fairyland of Yunlai and had a chance to become an immortal!

After a few minutes of joy, Zhou Xuan calmed down and thought of his parents and his mentor. He went into the room and found his phone that was turned off, ready to contact them and cultivate his heart in this mortal world.

Zhou Xuan believed that rest and such things were all illusions, and cultivating one's state of mind was the purpose and another test from the fairyland of Yunlai!

At the same time, in the Pot-In-Pot Realm, Su Ping looked at the thatched cottage and spiritual field and pondered for a moment. Then, he had an idea and made the Chao Yue Ting Feng Pavilion disappear from his sight.

Then, he moved the plot of land with the thatched cottage and spiritual field to the edge of the platform on the mountaintop of the fairyland of Yunlai.

Afterwards, Su Ping took out another main building card:

[Floating Dream Temple, main building, quality: rare, exclusive to the Pot-In-Pot Realm, after installation, it can slightly increase the output of spiritual energy]

After materializing it, Su Ping found that the temple was built on a white-gray mountain over fifty meters high. The temple itself was magnificent, and the mountain road from the mountain gate to the temple gate was filled with exquisite stone carvings of various sizes.

The six-toothed stone elephants guarding the gate were also lifelike and imposing.

Inside the main hall of the temple, various Buddhas were enshrined, and the Floating Dream Formation was embedded, which could examine people's hearts and slightly accelerate meditation speed.

Overall, this Floating Dream Temple occupied an area slightly smaller than the rare-level Chao Yue Ting Feng Pavilion.

However, if combined with the Mist Formation and adjusted the surrounding lighting, standing in front of the Floating Dream Temple would be much more shocking than standing in front of the Chao Yue Ting Feng Pavilion.

The mountain road from the mountain gate to the temple gate also exuded a sense of mystery.

After all, one emphasized luxury and indulgence, while the other was a place full of mystery and inherent dignity!

The new scene was set up.

Su Ping entered the main hall of the Floating Dream Temple and took out a sealed artifact.

He had been studying these artifacts that sealed evil spirits for some time.

The artifact itself is extremely hard, and if it is destroyed, it may attract the attention of powerful beings in the cultivation world.

There aren't many people in the cultivation world who would do such a thankless task.

However, Su Ping took advantage of being in a different world, when he was on the Water Blue Star, to find a place to try to destroy a sealed artifact and see if the evil spirit inside would disappear on its own in an environment without spiritual energy.

Unfortunately, it took a lot of effort, allowing a mouse to step on the mechanism and continuously weld with electricity, spending the whole night.

Fortunately, in an environment without spiritual energy, this sealed artifact couldn't absorb the surrounding spiritual energy to restore itself.

Finally, a crack in the sealed artifact was opened, and the evil spirit powder inside the sealed artifact was taken out.

Looking at the evil spirit powder that was not afraid of fire or electricity, it seemed like it was really just stone powder.

Su Ping had to realize that this thing might really only be able to be worn down by mental thoughts.

The environment without spiritual energy on the Water Blue Star also had no extra effect on them.

In fact, thinking about it carefully, if only the absence of spiritual energy could solve the problem of the evil spirit's remnants, with so many powerful beings in the cultivation world, forcibly creating an area without spiritual energy should not be a big problem.

But they still had to choose such a stupid method, which made it clear how troublesome the remnants of the evil spirit were.

No wonder the major immortal sects chose to seal them off when they were not sure that these things could affect the evil spirit tide!

Fortunately, Su Ping had been prepared all along.

When he was in Nielbo, he didn't forget to collect relevant information about large-scale places of worship from various places.

This time, when he came back to fish and made a deal with Huang Zong and the other five people according to the agreement, Su Ping, disguised as a rat daoist, gave some guidance on their health-preserving techniques.

The rat daoist took out a silk cloth that Su Ping had written himself, which recorded relevant formations, and placed it in front of Huang Zong and the other five people:

"Find a local temple in Nielbo and have their temple master arrange a ritual according to the requirements on this cloth."

"Is there any problem?"

Huang Zong looked at the complex requirements on the silk cloth and shook his head.

"Don't worry, Daoist. There won't be any problem in Gade City!"

"If it were a temple master similar to the Earth King in the capital, it might be difficult to say, but the ones in Gade City, we had the company investigate them before we came."

"They are not true inheritors, they have been supported by outsiders for the past few decades just to hold their positions. As long as we give them enough money to move out and let us shoot a month-long play, there won't be any problem."

Huang Zong didn't mention one thing, which was that after the last dark night with strong winds, the middle and upper classes in Gade City treated them with even more respect, and even the tips collected by the middle class were voluntarily reduced to a lower level.

Those temple masters who controlled temples, populations, and large areas of land had even more awe and fear towards them, as they might truly have the assistance of ghosts and gods.

Su Ping also had some understanding of this, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Nierbo's move here is just a preemptive move, which can be considered as a backup plan.

It would be best to purify the sealed artifacts as early as possible.

The best option is to rely on the forces that are about to hold a large-scale ritual, with manpower, resources, and a large number of believers participating.

Then, it's time to deceive... cough, give them an opportunity to uphold justice by slaying demons and monsters!

...

In the South China Sea region, there has always been a widespread belief in seeking peace and safety through pure goodness.

Many people can be considered as shallow believers of various sects, depending on their needs and the timing.

There are also a considerable number of true believers, and even devout believers with fanatical tendencies.

The Great Compassion Temple in the South China Sea region has been outstanding in recent decades, although it may not be the largest or most magnificent temple in the area.

But it is definitely the most popular and well-known ancient temple.

As a key tourist destination in the area.

The most famous aspect of this ancient temple is its reputation and experience in conducting various large-scale rituals.

During blessing rituals and disaster-relief rituals, countless believers come from all over to participate and generously contribute to the subsequent special charity projects of the rituals.

When Su Ping secretly followed the ferry to the island where the temple was located.

The Great Compassion Temple was preparing for its triennial large-scale blessing ritual.

Because of the great success three years ago, this time it not only attracted attention from the temple itself, but also from the authorities.

There are rumors that many wealthy believers from other countries will also participate in this ritual.

Several wealthy individuals have privately promised to provide manpower and resources for the upcoming charity projects.

At the same time, many influential figures will use this ritual as a platform to get to know each other and engage in deeper cooperation on more projects.

In a sense, the Great Compassion Temple is thriving under the blessings of favorable timing, location, and people.

Due to the large number of expected attendees, the surrounding hotels and inns have happily raised their prices... no, I mean they have restored their original prices!

In the latest announcement from the Great Compassion Temple, it was stated that the mountain would be temporarily closed and no unreserved visitors would be received during the ritual.

Fortunately, the hotels were reassured because they had no more rooms available for reservation due to the previously booked believers.

Inside the Great Compassion Temple.

With a red face and a strong and powerful physique, the slightly chubby abbot, who looks like an accomplished monk, is having a meeting with the monks in charge and the head of the planning company.

Although he is over seventy years old, his voice is loud and full of energy. Judging from his skin and voice, one would think he is in his fifties or at most sixties.

"We can only rely on those who come to help. Clean up the houses in the back mountain and let them stay there. There are quite a few believers coming this time, and there are also friends from other sects who want to come and observe and learn. The guest rooms must be prioritized for them."

"But we must not neglect their treatment. Everyone has worked hard this time, remember to give them a little more."

"Give it directly to each person."

"And regarding the three meals a day during this ritual, Yuan Kong, you need to pay more attention to this."

"The chef who cooked last time was good. Let's continue to invite him this time, to be more secure."

The abbot of the Great Compassion Temple has a clear train of thought and talks incessantly. It is more like a one-man show than a meeting.

But he has arranged everything meticulously, making everyone convinced.

This is one of the main reasons why he has brought the Great Compassion Temple to its current height.

If he hadn't become a monk and an abbot.

Based on his analytical and management abilities, he would shine in any industry.

After the meeting, he pondered for a moment and felt that there were no other omissions for now.

The abbot waved his hand and announced the end of the meeting.

Immediately, the others respectfully stood up, bowed, and left the room to carry out the tasks according to his instructions.

The abbot of the Great Compassion Temple is called Master Yuan Ci.

When he saw that there was no one around, he stood up and stretched his body, preparing to read Buddhist scriptures before going to sleep.

"Abbot! Abbot of the Great Compassion Temple! Can I come in?"

A pitiful voice suddenly reached the ears of Master Yuan Ci.

His 1.7-meter-tall body stiffened.

At first, Master Yuan Ci suspected that he had made a mistake in his meditation practice during this period and was experiencing auditory hallucinations.

He began to consider whether he should see an old friend to check on his condition.

Suddenly, the voice became clear again!

After a slight start, he felt that the hallucination couldn't be so clear!

This time, Master Yuan Ci turned around abruptly and looked towards the direction where the voice came from again.

It was a wall with only a mural.

There were no hidden compartments or anything like that. Beyond that was the sky, thousands of meters high.

Did I encounter some kind of high-tech prank?

While practicing, Master Yuan Ci did not forget to keep up with online information. He knew that some internet celebrities would do anything for traffic, including playing pranks.

Suppressing his anger, he prepared to press the alarm button hidden in his hand at any moment and said, "Come in if you want."

Suddenly!

On the mural wall, Master Yuan Ci saw a pale ghost pass through the wall and appear directly in front of him!

This ghost only had its upper body, and after seeing Master Yuan Ci, it stopped and showed a hint of hesitation and fear on its face.

As a new generation of ghosts produced during this period of time, this ghost on a mission had the most amiable appearance.

Although it still had a dead expression, at least by looking at its upper body, one could tell what expression it was making.

"Are you the abbot of the Great Compassion Temple?"

The ghost looked confused and hesitant in its tone.

Master Yuan Ci looked at the ghost passing through the wall with his mouth slightly open.

In that instant, Master Yuan Ci felt his body stiffen like a stone.

A chill rose up, reaching his crown along his spine.

In his entire life, after becoming the abbot of the Great Compassion Temple, this was the first time he had been so out of sorts!

Fortunately, after practicing for so long and reading so many related books, he was considered a professional in the mysterious industry.

Moreover, the ghost only stared at him with confusion and did not make any other movements.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Master Yuan Ci felt himself come back to life.

He also recalled the ghost's question, clenched his teeth, bowed, and nodded, saying, "Amitabha."

"I am Yuan Ci, the abbot of the Great Compassion Temple."

"The abbot of the Great Compassion Temple?"

Hearing the reply, the ghost asked again with a perplexed expression.

Hearing this tone, Master Yuan Ci's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but think of some unfavorable associations.

He nodded again and admitted, "I have been serving as the abbot of the Great Compassion Temple for more than twenty years!"

The ghost seemed to have heard this clearly and its expression changed from confusion to surprise.

"Impossible, how could you be the abbot of the Great Compassion Temple!"

"The esteemed abbot, without any cultivation, this is absolutely impossible!"

"How can you, the abbot of the Great Compassion Temple, be a mortal!"

"Huh?"

Master Yuan Ci heard the ghost's exclamation and looked completely bewildered.

What's going on? Can't mortals be abbots?

Which temple or Taoist temple has such a rule?

But he has been serving well for more than twenty years and has made the Great Compassion Temple popular and well-known!

The ghost looked at Master Yuan Ci with resentment, seemingly realizing the reality, and said, "If you are really the abbot here, you should have the qualification to board the Immortal Boat and obey the orders of the Floating Dream Temple."

"But if you don't even have a token... the Great Compassion Temple will be considered fallen from today onwards!"

The ghost shook its head slightly and prepared to leave.

It seemed unwilling to deal with a mortal.

"Please wait!"

Master Yuan Ci's mind was filled with confusion. Seeing the ghost about to leave, he no longer feared and rushed over.

But the ghost just chuckled, opened its mouth, and blew out a cold wind.

Suddenly!

Master Yuan Ci felt a gust of wind blowing, actually pushing him several steps back.

Crash! Bang!

The vases, bookshelves, and other objects behind him were also blown askew, making a loud noise.

After blowing the wind, the ghost completely disappeared into the mural wall.

Leaving Master Yuan Ci alone in the room, he looked at the mural, then turned to look at the vases and books that had fallen to the ground.

He suddenly burst into laughter.

The strange encounter just now... it was all real, it was all real!

(End of this chapter)