Chapter 573 Guidance
Taiyi Peak.
Lingguan Hall.
A figure wearing a white robe with bare feet and a white jade crown on her head was standing in front of the threshold, looking at the sky with her hands behind her back. The look in his eyes flashed, and he didn't know whether it was worry or sigh.
"Senior brother, the leader, didn't handle official business?"
A plain and hoarse voice sounded not far away, and then a rainbow light fell to the ground.
The visitor was wearing a black and red robe, his face was handsome and pale, his long scarlet hair was tied up meticulously, and the purple-black ghost horns hidden on his forehead could be vaguely seen. He obviously did not look like an ordinary person.
"A disciple died."
"Died during the foundation-building breakthrough." True Lord Taiyi sighed.
Tu Shanjun asked with some surprise: "Senior brother, the leader, would actually care about a disciple who practices Qi Dzogchen?"
It's not that he is unkind, but because he has experienced too many lives and deaths, he has become more bearish. In addition, he is not a person who cares about and cares about him. Death or immortality does not have much impact on the overall situation.
Because they were in different positions, his disciples were far away from him.
The news was like hearing that a distant relative who had no blood relationship had passed away, and there was no emotion in my heart at all.
Of course, it is indeed a pity to die while breaking through the foundation.
Taiyi Zhenjun did not say anything to Tu Shanjun, nor did he correct Tu Shanjun. He just nodded seriously: "Yes, they are all members of the sect, and I care about them very much."
Tu Shanjun was silent for a long time.
He didn't quite understand this emotion, but he didn't say much.
The devil in the sleeve robe is even less understandable. It is a pure devil who swallowed the monk's Yin God and was born. From the day he was born, he has been plundering instinctively, robbing the Yin God, vitality, and resources to achieve his own success.
However, now it does not dare to improve its strength.
Seriously, the demon life is bleak, and I want to cry but have no tears.
…
"Senior Brother Fei's cave exploded."
"I know that he failed to break through the foundation."
Disciples in twos and threes gathered in the cave to deal with the man's funeral affairs.
The moment the cave opened.
A strong smell of blood mixed with the smoke of the explosion came out, and there seemed to be a faint smell of roasted flesh and blood in the middle. The Qi practitioner who entered first was vomiting.
Spray all the food and drink accumulated in the morning onto the ground.
The Foundation Establishment Deacon who was guarding the door waved his hand to stop several Qi Practicing Dzogchen disciples who had gathered, and advised: "There is nothing interesting to see. If you look at it, it will shake your heart towards the Tao."
Qiu Wandao was also among them.
His cave was so close that such a loud noise woke him up.
He craned his neck to look along the gap.
The cave was a puddle of rotten flesh. Only the legs seemed to be intact and kept in a cross-legged posture. Because the monk's vitality was strong, the blasted tattered organs were still slowly squirming.
The exploding flesh and blood spread on the inner wall of the cave, mixed with scalps, eyes...
Nausea, nausea.
Even though the old man Qiu was used to seeing life and death, he was so frightened that he backed away when he saw Senior Brother Fei's miserable state. No wonder Brother Zhu Ji stopped them again and again. If he really took a look at them, maybe his Taoist mind would be unstable and he would break through. Bad times.
Return to the cave and activate the magic circle.
Looking back on the first half of his life, Qiu Wandao smiled: "Sixty years..."
He always felt that there was a feeling in his chest that he wanted to express, but he didn't know how to say it. He just felt embarrassed.
Suddenly.
A melodious voice rang in his ears.
"It has been a mess for sixty years, from the east wall to the west wall. Now that we have cleaned up, the water is still as green as the sky."
Qiu Wandao's eyes widened suddenly and he looked around frantically for something.
He thought he was hallucinating, but then the voice sounded again: "Maybe you really have the source method. Using the two elixirs together can give you a little more hope."
"Thank you for your guidance, senior."
…
Taiyi Zhenjun, who was in front of the threshold of Lingguan Hall, looked at Tushanjun with a strange look.
Tushanjun looked as usual.
He said as if nothing had happened: "When I was seeking Taoism, I also hoped to meet a senior who would give me some guidance. Later, I met several seniors, but they all had different ideas. Later, I became a senior myself."
"Looking back, the old grandfather was actually me."
"Grandpa?"
"Those great powers who once flew into the sky and escaped from the earth in the novels died..." Tu Shanjun rarely explained a few words to True Lord Taiyi about this matter, and described it in detail from beginning to end.
After listening to this, Zhenjun Taiyi suddenly realized: "So that's it."
Then he stared at Tu Shanjun with an even weirder look and said, "Why do I feel like you want to be my father? I can tell you in advance, junior brother, senior brother, I will always be my senior brother. Even if you are junior brother, don't even think of being my father."
Now it was Tushanjun's turn to wrinkle his features and take a hissing breath: "This is all such a mess."
Tu Shanjun thought of business and asked seriously: "Senior brother, does the leader know anything about ancient characters?" He came here just to take care of the disciples who were about to build the foundation. Making life tablets is a delicate job and requires a lot of preparation.
The most important thing is what he saw last time, and he still hasn't figured it out yet.
"Ancient characters?" Taiyi Zhenjun stopped joking.
Tu Shanjun was not stingy, he took out a blood jade gourd, opened the gourd and looked inside to see twisted and floating blood-colored text. The first one was 'Yuan Sheng Sheng Demon Transformation into Immortality Method', and then he looked down to see the general directory and records. The magic and magical powers that came down.
Tu Shanjun accidentally saw part of the text clearly since the last time he tempered his soul flag. What he saw later was still the same as before. The text didn't look like words, the image didn't look like anything, it felt like a living thing.
"Junior brother, you won't drink from this gourd?"
"It's no longer needed."
"Ever used it?"
"I thought it would be better to use it to hold wine when I am idle. It is also considered a waste."
"This is not a good place to drink. This thing looks similar to the sect's inherited jade statue. Maybe there is a powerful person staying in it and pretending to be an old man."
Taiyi Zhenjun studied it carefully: "As for this writing, is it the writing of other great realms?"
"Other realms?"
"In large realms that are surrounded by territorial barriers, such as the Eastern Wilderness where we are located, as well as Middle-earth, the monks are unevenly distributed due to problems with spiritual energy, spiritual veins, and resource carrying in various places."
Tushanjun nodded in agreement.
Without the fourth-level spiritual veins, it is impossible to support the True Monarch Nascent Soul, and without the fifth-level spiritual veins, it is impossible to support the Lord Transformation of God. If they are unable to continue practicing, they will definitely cross the territorial barrier and go to a place that can help them practice.
For example, Taiyi Zhenjun's placement of spiritual veins is inherently damaging, and there is not enough land for the spiritual veins to stretch, so artificial land reclamation is needed to create a territory sufficient for the spiritual veins to stretch.
The fourth-level top-quality spiritual veins require five hundred thousand miles, and the fifth-level spiritual veins must be increased several times, which has created the current distribution of practitioners.
The smaller the place, the less likely the practitioners are to be too strong. The larger the place, the more powerful practitioners there will be.
Taiyi Zhenjun studied it carefully and said: "I don't recognize the ancient characters on this either." Then he returned the blood jade gourd to Tu Shanjun: "Maybe junior brother can go to the Sutra Pavilion to find the answer you want."
"I brought many of the books in the Sutra Pavilion from the sect. Although they are not many, they still contain a lot of content."
"Actually, I know part of the text."
"Know?" Now it was Taiyi Zhenjun's turn to be surprised.
Others may not understand, but he knows Tushanjun's footsteps.
He was a Jindan monk when he was in Daheishan, and later broke through to Nascent Soul. How could such a native 'native' know the writing of other great realms?
"The last time I sacrificed the Soul Refining Flag..." Tu Shanjun described the situation in detail last time. At that time, he seemed to be affected by this thing and imagined that he would become an immortal. It was Taiyi Zhenjun who took out the treasure and integrated it into the Soul Flag. wide awake.
Taiyi Zhenjun pondered for a moment and said: "The soul flag fused with the beads to gain a space, and the junior brother was also a blessing in disguise, allowing his eyes to have more magical powers. Perhaps it was because the soul flag absorbed some of its characteristics."
"What the head brother meant," Tu Shanjun said immediately in shock, "It's not that the blood jade gourd influenced me, but that Hun Banner wanted to melt the blood jade gourd at that time, so I didn't understand the words on it until later."
"It's very possible." Taiyi Zhenjun nodded.
Hearing this, Tu Shanjun's heart was filled with enthusiasm again. If the blood jade gourd hadn't influenced him, then the above scripture on becoming an immortal should make sense and could be used as an alternate path.
You also have to be wary of being influenced and possessed.
It should be noted that this fusion is two-way, if you can't stand it, you will be in trouble.
Thinking of this, Tu Shanjun pondered. Next time when he worships and refines the soul flag of his deity, it is best to take out the blood jade gourd and place it somewhere else to avoid being affected.
…
Another half month.
"Breakthrough!"
"What number is this?"
"The sixth one," said the sword-flying disciple.
Since the Foundation Establishment Pill was issued a month ago, there has been a sixth Foundation Establishment Senior Brother. The one who originally had poor qualifications in the outer sect and relied on his age has become an inner sect disciple, making them very envious.
The cave door slowly opened.
Qiu Wandao walked out of the smoke and dust, and he finally broke through to the foundation-building realm.
At that time, I thought that Senior Brother Fei's death was an inspiration, but I didn't expect to receive a message from a mysterious person, and a general outline was passed down. I had an epiphany on the spot, took two Foundation Establishment Pills and closed the door for 21 days to finally complete the Foundation Establishment.
Deacon Establishment, who had been guarding for a long time, flew over, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Congratulations, junior brother."
The congratulations from other neighboring brothers and sisters seemed not to reach Qiu Wandao's ears. He only heard: "Junior brother, you can go to Taiyi Peak Spiritual Palace to meet your ancestor."
"Meet the ancestor."
"Does foundation building have such an honor?"
"Because the backbone of the sect is weak, perhaps the head of general affairs will provide guidance to the newly promoted junior disciples in the future." The foundation-building deacon explained.
"Thanks for the tip, senior brother. I don't know his name?"
"My name is Li Guangcheng."
Qiu Wandao flew through the clouds and mist all the way to the mountainside of the peak, and then walked up quickly until he passed the Lingguan Palace and stood in the lobby of the Lingguan Palace. He quickly bowed and saluted: "Inner disciple Qiu Wandao, pay my respects to the old man. Ancestor."
Taiyi Zhenjun looked at Qiu Wandao below, nodded slightly and said, "Are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"
Qiu Wandao immediately widened his eyes and raised his head tremblingly.
Pu Tong knelt on the ground.
"Disciple Qiu Wandao pays homage to Master."
He never thought that he would be able to go to the big sect one day, let alone that his ancestor would accept him as a disciple. He was so excited that he also had a strong fear, what if his hidden spiritual roots made his ancestor disgusted... …
"Master...I...my qualifications..."
"Don't worry, it's just a hidden spiritual root. I have a secret method that can solve it."