Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 120

On the way back to Ludi.

The night was getting dark, and the torches lit by the crowd, like a winding and dormant fire dragon, stretched for several feet.

Lu Wenyu followed closely behind Li Yan, serving him carefully, not daring to show any disrespect.

Occasionally, his eyes wandered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Life is threatened, and I have seen Li Yan's methods like a land fairy. At this moment, fame, fortune and father's earnest teachings have been replaced by another kind of thinking.

The lifespan of a qi refiner is one hundred and eighty years, and that of a Taoist priest in inner view is six hundred years old. Perhaps in the eyes of that guru, his long family history is just a glimpse.

Who wouldn't want to own this extraordinary means.

Since the other party is the disciple of the ancestor's friend, in view of this kindness, maybe he is willing to give some advice.

Naturally, Li Yan was not unaware of the other party's gaze, but on the one hand, his mind was still on that weird relic, and on the other hand, he had indeed tested that the other party had never owned any sarira.

Instead of giving unrealistic fantasies, it is better to cut off his delusions from the beginning.

"Brother Wenshu..."

Lu Wenyu organized some words and was about to speak, but was interrupted suddenly by Li Yan.

"Brother Zihou, I understand your thoughts, but cultivation is all about fate, if you don't have a genus, you can't force it anyway, and it's a blessing to be able to live a life of peace and wealth. "

Li Yan's words were serious, but the meaning hidden in them made Lu Wenyu's heart feel ashamed.

"So that's the case, I was the one who was abrupt."

Lu Wenyu tried his best to put on an ugly smile, but his whole body seemed to have his spine removed, and his energy and spirit suddenly collapsed.

In the past, if others persuaded him to seek immortals and Taoism, he would definitely sneer.

Those rogue cultivators, with their weird and ugly faces and figures, constantly overdraw their future for the sake of worldly desires. Even if such a way was placed in front of him, Lu Wenyu would not have the slightest idea.

It's just that now he was lucky enough to pay homage to a well-known authentic Dao Zhenxiu, and he was able to glimpse the true face of the Dao. He suddenly discovered the abyss of Dao, and it is really ridiculous that he is busy chasing fame and fortune instead.

There was such a big change in concept, but at this moment, Li Yan told him that his aptitude was not as good as that of the gods and witches who usually dismissed him, and the blow was not insignificant.

Until returning to the house, Lu Wenyu was still in a daze.

Standing at the door, Li Yan watched the person staggeringly close the door, then turned his gaze back to sit on the bed again.

How could the change of the opponent's state of mind be hidden from him by a trick? Since he is a prince in the second life, he is still limited by his aptitude. Even if his martial arts cultivation has reached the peak, he still cannot see the way.

It's just that I have a simulator, the third, fourth, or even the hundredth life, can always make up for the regrets of the past, but in this world, more people are like Lu Wenyu, whose destiny is doomed from the beginning.

Li Yan shook his head, let go of his thoughts, his lips twitched slightly, and the sound of chanting scriptures as thin as a mosquito suddenly came to mind in the room.

"Namo Amitabha Ye, Dotagata Ye, Dodi Ye..."

What Li Yan recited was not the great mantra of rebirth from the Taoist sect, but the dharani scripture of the Dharani scripture from the Buddhist sect that removes all karmic obstacles and can be reborn in the Pure Land. Since he wanted to send someone away, he naturally sent the Buddha to the west.

My original intention is to send people to death. If a monk has recited Buddhist scriptures all his life, if his practice is broken because of his own views on Buddhism and Taoism, wouldn't this be a violation of his original intention.

With the sound of chanting, a little light rose from Li Yan's hand, turned into a kind old monk, and bowed deeply to him.

Under Li Yan's gaze, light fragments gradually scattered all over the sky.

If he felt something, Li Yan broke Yinshen out of his body with a single thought.

The physical body is the shell that restrains the soul, but the blood aptitude and even emotions in the world are not the shell that restrains the heart.

A speck of crystal rose from between Yinshen's eyebrows, shining like a warm and round moon, hanging on the back of his head like a bright light.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they might worship him as a bodhisattva who should save the world.

This aura of merit and virtue was Li Yan's reward for freeing an eminent monk from suffering.

The body golden Buddha made by heretics is the greatest blasphemy against Buddhism, and the souls of the precepts should be imprisoned in the evil world of five turbidities and constantly suffer from the burning of karma.

That bit of corpse blood was the crystallization of all the resentment and resentment of the monk before his death.

Even if she was later refined into a relic, with the help of the merits and virtues in it, the goddess can have the means of night travel in a short period of time, but at the same time, this hatred and resentment will continue to pollute the person's mind and increase the risk of daoization.

But even so, putting that evil bone relic in Fangshi will still make countless casual cultivators want to scratch their heads.

After all, the time between leaving the body and traveling at night is the natural barrier between the early and middle stages of energy refining.

How can a mere little risk of daoization dispel the heart of the casual cultivators? If they can comprehend the mysteries during the night tour of ghosts and truly step into the realm of night tours, this is a small thing. What is risk?
They are no better than orthodox monks, with endless resources and guidance from their teachers.

Even knowing that the road ahead is a dead end with a visible end, for those casual cultivators, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will continue to walk unswervingly.

Naturally, Li Yan didn't need this relic, and seeing the old monk's last tragic fate from the perspective of the eyes of the Faxuan, a trace of pity made him choose to destroy this heretical treasure and send the old monk into reincarnation.

It was an unintentional act, and I didn't think that good causes would produce good fruits.

That sympathetic heart was exchanged for the merits and virtues of the old monk's lifelong accumulation of virtues and good deeds. That little bit of merits and virtues turned into a great light and hung behind Li Yan's yin spirit.

Holding this light can keep evil spirits from entering the mind, and all kinds of delusional thoughts can't shake the nature.

In addition, it seems that there are still many mysteries waiting for Li Yan to discover slowly.

When Li Yan thought about it, the merit treasure shone on his body. Now even if he didn't use the subduing magic pestle, the yin fire raised by the moonlight couldn't make him feel half burned.

This also greatly accelerated the progress of his cultivation.

From night tours to day tours, the difference lies in transforming the yin energy of the yin god into the most yang and strong qi.

Refining that bit of pure yang every night like this, I am afraid that it will not take a year before I can drive my soul to travel day by day.

Li Yan was immediately overjoyed.

After a sleepless night, until dawn in the east, he took the Yin God back before the first ray of sunlight came out.

Feeling the stronger Yin spirit, Li Yan was about to go out, when there was a commotion at the door, Li Yan let go of his divine sense, and after finding out what happened, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Opening the door with a wave of his sleeves, two figures, one big and one small, appeared in front of Li Yan in astonishment.

Who else could be bigger than Lu Wenyu, who had black eye circles like an iron-eating beast.

It's just that the younger one, when he looked carefully, Li Yan couldn't help but let out a small sigh.

　In the past two days, I have adjusted my thinking, the update has been a little slower, and it will resume tomorrow, but there is still only one update today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)