Fengyunlu

However, the dispute caused by the residual soul did not subside. As Sister Mo Wenjian's cultivation level improved, the residual soul in her body began to stir, trying to find an opportunity to break free. And some forces that were eyeing the residual soul also began to stir, trying to seek personal gain from it.

Facing this complicated dispute, Zhu Chunhua knew that he could not stay out of it. He had to stand up to protect the safety of his apprentice and Zhengxinmen. So he began a battle with the remnant souls and evil forces, trying to find a way out of this dispute.

Quan Xinzi's heart suddenly became bright, and he felt as if the chains on his body had suddenly loosened. Deep in his heart, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief, which emerged from the bottom of his heart and slowly spread to his whole body. His veins seemed to be filled with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and the spiritual power that he had used up last night began to flow back bit by bit, slowly condensing and becoming more and more solid. At this moment, a little trace of Tao emerged in his heart, and the spiritual power in his sea of ​​consciousness began to lean towards this trace bit by bit.

As time went by, the trace of the Dao slowly took shape in his sea of ​​consciousness, and then slowly sank to the position of Dantian. He could feel a warm feeling spreading from Dantian, which was the precursor of the formation of the Dao Seal. Quan Xinzi suddenly understood that once this Dao Seal was formed, he would truly step into the gate of the Dao Xuan Realm. Later on, as long as the three Dao Seals merged, he might have a place in a higher realm.

He was very happy and decided to go back to retreat immediately to concentrate on condensing the Dao Seal, fearing that something might go wrong in the process. But at this critical moment, an accident happened. The disciples at the foot of the mountain came back one after another. They thought Quan Xinzi was waiting for them at the mountain gate, and they shouted loudly, and the noise reached his ears. Quan Xinzi's cultivation state was interrupted, and his originally peaceful state of mind was also disturbed.

Although he was a little angry, Quan Xinzi still tried several times to regain the mysterious feeling of cultivation, but it just didn't work. In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly, sighing in his heart, thinking that he might have missed some opportunity and couldn't force it. The Dao Seal was half condensed, and the shape was stuck in the Dantian, and it couldn't come out, nor could it be engraved on the purple Yuan Zhenqi. If he forced it, it might cause a lot of trouble. Quan Xinzi had no choice but to give up.

He looked up and saw that a dozen disciples had come up to him. The leading disciple had a child on each side, one looked about ten years old, and the other about six or seven years old. Quan Xinzi sighed and asked them what was going on.

It turned out that the two children were the grandchildren of Old Man Zhu who lived at the foot of the mountain. Quan Xinzi remembered that Old Man Zhu had come to the Taoist temple before, and the people in the temple often took care of him. A few years ago, Old Man Zhu's son and daughter-in-law went out to the market and never came back, leaving these two children who were not yet grown up. Old Man Zhu raised them all by himself with great difficulty. It rained heavily last night, and a mountain torrent broke out. Quan Xinzi asked his disciples to go down the mountain to help. There was also a disciple from Old Man Zhu's family who went to help, but Old Man Zhu's cow was about to give birth to a calf. The cow was very stubborn, and driven by maternal instinct, it refused to leave home, and gave birth to a calf in the cowshed with great difficulty.

Old Man Zhu was old, and with two young grandchildren, life was not easy. He had raised the ox when he was young, and he had feelings for it. Besides, the livelihood of his whole family depended on it, so how could he just give it up? As for the disciple of Quanxin Sect, his cultivation was not high enough, so he could not take the ox away when it was about to give birth, unless he did not want its life. Therefore, Old Man Zhu stayed alone to take care of the ox, and entrusted his two grandchildren to the disciples of Zhengxin Sect to take them away for refuge.

The disciple took the two children and discussed with other fellow disciples, and decided to take the people down the mountain to run to higher ground to avoid the flood. They worked for two hours and settled more than 60 families in the nearest mountain village. They were about to go to a farther village to continue rescuing people, but at dawn, the heavy rain that was supposed to last for half a month stopped. Although the disciples felt strange, the disciples with higher cultivation saw the flash of sword light in the clouds and knew that it was the master who made a move to disperse the clouds. Although they felt that the master was a little unconventional this time, they didn't have time to think too much and started to help the people go home.

Most of the disciples returned to the mountain to report, leaving a dozen people to continue to deal with the aftermath. One of the disciples was the one who went to Old Man Zhu's house last night. He took Old Man Zhu's grandson home, but before he reached the door of his house, he frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

He was a master of cultivation, much more sensitive than ordinary people, and had a long-term vision. From a long distance, less than three miles away, he sensed that there was no movement in Old Man Zhu's house. At first, he thought that Old Man Zhu's cow had given birth and had hidden somewhere else. But when he looked up, oh my god, Old Man Zhu's house had collapsed, and the people were gone. There was a big rock in the cowshed, and underneath were Old Man Zhu and the cow that was giving birth. The calf was half-born. The blood on the ground had all drained away, and pieces of meat were everywhere. A child, about six or seven years old, was there quietly, not crying or making a fuss, and his little hands were shaking as he picked up the pieces of meat. He tried hard to piece together a picture, but such a young child didn't know anything, and couldn't even tell the difference between human meat and beef.

The older child stood there, watching his younger brother busying himself, tears streaming down his face. He wanted to help with his little hands, but he couldn't move, not even a step. The oldest was only ten years old, and he stood there in a daze as if the sky had fallen. The second child was six or seven years old, and he was already dumbfounded. The cultivator saw that it was useless to say anything, so he helped directly. He used a sword to move the big rock so that the second child could pick up the things. Then he dug a pit under the broken house, pushed the wall aside, and helped the two children bury their relatives.

The two children had nowhere to go, so the cultivators took them up the mountain. After listening to the story, his master Quan Xinzi nodded and accepted the two children, teaching them to cultivate, and considered them half disciples of Xuanmen. More than ten years later, the two children grew up, the eldest became a handsome young man, and the second child also looked good. They made rapid progress in cultivation. Although they were not considered anything special in Xuanmen, in their sect, except for the head and the eldest brother, no one else could compare to them.

They only learned some superficial knowledge of Taoism, but they were able to reach this level, so their talent was definitely amazing. Quan Xinzi knew that they only learned some introductory skills, and being able to reach the Xuan level was already the limit. Without skills and guidance from masters, there was basically no hope for them to go any higher. He felt that his abilities were limited, and he was afraid that if he continued to teach them, he would delay these two good seedlings, so he couldn't bear it, so he decided to let them go out and try their luck.

One day, he called the two children and told them his plan. He wanted them to try their luck at Qingli Palace. If Qingli Palace was willing to accept them, they would surely become great in the future. If not, they could go to other sects. With their qualifications, they could still make a good name even if they didn't say they were expelled from Qingli Palace.

After hearing this, the two children knew that their master was good to them, so they didn't say much. They said goodbye to their master and senior brother and went down the mountain. They went straight to Canghai, wanting to fight for their master. Everyone knows that the world's Taoist sects came from Canghai. Qingli Palace is the supreme Taoist, and the ancestor is the ancient great god Qingdi, who is the leader of the Five Emperors of Xuanmen. He learned from the ancestor of Xuanmen, Cangqiong Emperor, and all his skills are for the people of the world. Later, the human race prospered, and the demons avoided the world. Qingdi transcended, and his descendants passed down the Taoist tradition. Qingli Palace has been there until now, and I don't know how many generations. The reason why Qingli Palace has been as stable as an old dog is that in addition to its good Taoist luck and the fact that there are masters in every generation, the most important thing is that they have three volumes of Tongtian Lu to suppress the Taoist tradition. These three volumes, Taixiao Sutra, Taishang Sutra and Xianji Pian, two of which were passed down by Qingdi, are the foundation of the world's Taoist sects.

The legendary Immortal Traces was actually the masterpiece of an old ancestor of the Qingli Palace. When the struggle for the Great Dao was the most intense, in order to preserve the incense of the Taoist sect, this old ancestor sacrificed all his cultivation and summoned back a long-lost magic weapon from the starry sky with the ultimate move of Zhou Tianyue Body. This magic weapon was very powerful, gathering the power of heaven and earth. As soon as it appeared, it solved all the disputes, making the world peaceful for thousands of years, and the status of the Taoist immortals was as stable as an old dog. Those bad guys like witches, demons, ghosts, and demons also restrained a lot, and the Xuanmen also quieted down.

However, although the light hidden in the Immortal Traces was dim, it was also a treasure that had accumulated the power of ten levels of the Great Dao. In the Great Dao battle, its power was almost exhausted and needed to be slowly restored. Therefore, the ancestors of Qingli Palace set up a large formation behind the Taiqing Palace and lit ninety-nine and eighty-one sky lanterns to replenish the energy of this treasure.

As a result, after three thousand years of maintenance, when it was about to be completed, Qingli Palace was smashed. At night, a group of villains sneaked in and wanted to steal the magic weapons and treasures. The leader was the founder of Wanmoyuan Demon Mountain, who brought a group of evil masters and insisted on attacking Qingli Palace.

In the melee, all the disciples of Qingli Palace went out. As a result, a disciple named Quan Xinzi slipped while adding oil and knocked over a sky lantern, causing the formation to go wrong. At this time, a master who was secretly observing took the opportunity to attack. Although he was seriously injured by the power of the stars, he still snatched the Immortal Traces and ran away. Quan Xinzi was stunned at the time and quickly reported to the head of Qingli Palace, Emperor Wangsheng. After the emperor defeated the enemy, he learned the news and his face was very ugly. He knew that this matter was not simple and there must be something fishy inside.

After investigating for a long time, Quan Xinzi knew nothing. The emperor saw that he was stupid and had no ill intentions, so he lightly punished him and drove him out of the mountain gate. Although Qingli Palace lost the magic weapon, it still had two Tongtian talismans, and it was still authentic Taoism.

The two brothers went out to ask around. This was their first time going far away, and Quan Xinzi didn't explain clearly, so they walked very slowly. However, they also roughly understood the situation of Qingli Palace. The Taoist tradition of Qingli Palace is divided into three schools: Jinding, Fulu and Shushu. Each has its own practice method, but in the end they all merged into one Taoism.

These three schools have their own characteristics. The Jinding School makes elixirs, the Fulu School plays spells, and the Shushu School tries to achieve the unity of man and nature. In the end, they all became the unique skills of the immortals. However, everyone's cultivation results are different. Whether you can become an immortal depends on your personal cultivation and luck.

After hearing these legends, the two brothers were so excited that they quickened their pace and came to a desolate empty city. All the people in the city had fled. They had to work hard to find a passerby and asked him. They found out that this place was called Suolaoguan. Because of the drought for many years, all the people had fled. The remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people could not leave even if they wanted to. As a result, a big war was fought here a few years ago. The immortals and the evil spirits fought hard and the people suffered. Suolaoguan has been unpopular since then.

The two heroes, one was righteous and the other was a villain, fought each other endlessly. From east to west, no one knew what they would do in the end, nor who would win or lose. After fighting for so long, a desolate city was left, so lonely that not even a bird was willing to visit.

Logically, this city is by the sea, not far from Qingli Palace, which is a place for cultivating immortals, so it should have some fairy atmosphere. But Qingli Palace seemed to have seen nothing and ignored it, as if this matter had nothing to do with them. The emperor of the human race was the same. He was such a high official, but he didn't send anyone to care about it. In this way, decades have passed, and this city has not collapsed. It is all because of the repairs made by the travelers passing by. If no one cared, this city would have become a pile of rubbish.

The two brothers felt bad after hearing this story, and they were very dissatisfied with Qingli Palace. They had studied with their master for so many years, and their master always said that cultivating immortals was to protect the world and benefit the people. But they saw more than one or two shabby cities like this on the road.

I won't talk about those small sects, they may not be able to help even if they want to. But Qingli Palace is a big place, a holy place for cultivators, I didn't expect it to be so cold. Even the emperor and the emperor's garden are like this, it really makes people doubt, is this still the noble world of cultivation? Is this still the world of cultivation that claims justice?

The two brothers began to wonder, if cultivating immortals is just about fighting, what's the point of cultivating immortals? They even thought that such an immortal world is not worth having, and even the emperor is not worthy of his lofty position.

Just as they were lost in thought and doubting about the future, a ragged old man slowly approached. The old man had a kind face and a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts. He stopped and looked at the two brothers quietly, then slowly spoke: "Young man, the path of cultivating immortals is full of ups and downs. Everything you see and feel is part of the practice. Qingli Palace has its own rules, and the Great Emperor has his own considerations. You can't deny everything just because of one thing or one thing."

The two brothers looked up at the old man, their eyes flashing with doubt and expectation. The old man smiled and continued, "For cultivators, what they cultivate is their hearts and what they refine is their nature. If you only focus on the prosperity and glory on the surface, and ignore the inner cultivation and growth, then the path of cultivation will be like a tree without roots, and it will be difficult to last long. The desolation you see and the indifference you feel are all the hardships on the road of cultivation. You need to feel them with your heart and resolve them with wisdom."