Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 720: Spiritual Rain Spreads Across the Nine Provinces, the Sound of Tao Is Passed Down to the Next Generation

The spiritual rain poured down, and the people, who had experienced it in previous times, basically chose to wait and see cautiously this time.

People hid in various places that could shelter from the rain, or leaned against the windows to watch the rain and the sky.

Of course, there are exceptions who are brave enough.

Someone stood under the eaves and first carefully stretched out his palm to touch the raindrops.

The rain dripped down into his palms, icy and cold. Although it was not like the magical rain that fell when Mei Xian died, which could instantly moisten the body of a living being and heal many wounds, it did not cause any discomfort.

Any terrifying visions or the like also did not appear.

So the man who was catching the rain with his hands became bolder. He hurriedly stepped forward and put half of his body into the rain.

There was no discomfort either.

The brave boy bit his tongue secretly, made up his mind, and rushed into the rain.

The reason why the brave young man acted in this way was that his family had fallen into poverty and his parents had passed away. He had nothing left to lose, and the only way he could do was to seize every possible opportunity to see a miracle in his bleak life.

It's just a rain shower, what's the big deal?
And just as the boy's entire body rushed into the rain, especially when he raised his head and let the rain splash on his entire face——

Or to be more precise, the moment the rain hit his brow and fell into his eyes, he suddenly shuddered all over.

It was as if there was a flash of lightning with a spiritual light, which passed through the void of time and space along with the rain, and pierced through the boy's sea of ​​consciousness in the dark.

In an instant, nearly endless mysterious information burst out in his mind.

This is... the method of cultivating immortality!

This is a method of cultivating immortals that a mortal boy would never be able to access!
Elegant and simple, yet ethereal.

There was also a distant voice, with a Taoist rhythm, which seemed to be singing in the rain, and clearly fell into the hearts of the people.

"The first step in cultivating immortality is to draw in the energy and the second is to store the energy."

"If the Qi is deep, it will accumulate; if it accumulates, it will go deep; if it is deep, it will go down."

"If it is down, it will be stable; if it is stable, it will be solid; if it is solid, it will sprout; if it sprouts, it will grow..."

The long voice penetrated his soul, and the young man trembled all over. He was so surprised that he couldn't express it in words.

He didn't have the time or energy to say anything, his entire mind was immersed in the wonderful sound of the Tao.

The rain slapped on his body, and the fine and dense spiritual energy penetrated into his body meridians like raindrops. He inexplicably realized what Qi was. In Dantian, the first Qi was born, the second Qi continued, and the three Qis ran in parallel, impacting the meridians.

A seed of cultivation was born at this moment in the heavy rain.

At the same time, people who had similar experiences to the young boy appeared in various places in Kyushu.

In Huai Ling City, Yu Lin was showered by several spiritual rains, but gained nothing.

He was somewhat unwilling, so when the third spiritual rain came today, he rushed into the rain again.

This time, Aunt Jinhua did not stop him. She just kept saying, "Oh my God, what on earth are you trying to do? One after another, oh, first the demon saint and then the real immortal... It's really frightening."

Yu Chan advised: "That is the business of the gods in heaven, and has nothing to do with us ordinary people. You don't have to worry too much. No matter what, we can always live our lives as usual, right?"

Aunt Jinhua sighed, "Oh, yes, yes, what else can we do?"

However, even though she said yes, her worries were not alleviated at all. She knew that Yu Chan was just trying to comfort her. Could it be that the fight between gods had nothing to do with mortals? It was not that simple!
Aunt Jinhua didn't argue much, she just didn't want her daughter to worry too much. The mother and daughter talked and stared at Yu Lin in the rain, but they didn't notice that Xiao Ping'an, who was hiding under the eaves with his mother and grandmother, slipped out from under the eaves without knowing when.

By the time Yu Chan realized something was wrong, Xiao Ping'an was already standing quietly in the rain, with his head tilted back, getting wet for quite a while.

It would have been fine if he was just getting wet in the rain, but the most worrying thing was that Xiao Ping'an looked like a clay doll with his head tilted up, and he looked dazed, as if he had lost his soul.

Yu Chan was horrified and didn't have time to think about anything. He just screamed, "Ping An! Come back!"

Shouting, she rushed into the rain.

Aunt Jinhua couldn't hold her back, and she didn't want to hold her back. At this moment, if she wasn't afraid of falling ill again and causing trouble for the child, Aunt Jinhua would probably rush into the rain.

"Hey, Chan'er, you're safe!" Aunt Jinhua shouted anxiously, stamping her feet and calling Yu Lin, "Ah Lin, go check on your sister and your nephew!"

Yu Lin was the first one to be caught in the rain, but after being caught in the rain for half a day, this rain was just like the previous two rains and did not seem to bring him any substantial benefits.

No, it seems that it is not completely without benefits.

This time when standing in the rain, Yu Lin always had a wonderful feeling that his mind was exceptionally clear, his thoughts were exceptionally sharp, and his spirit was exceptionally agile.

He had practiced martial arts for many years, and although he had reached the Xiantian realm through hard training and chance, he had already felt a bottleneck after reaching the first level of Xiantian. He always felt that it was almost impossible to break through to the second level.

A few days ago, he had another immortal dream. In the dream, he was the old Taoist priest with white beard. The old immortal taught him a heavenly martial art, the Thousand Illusion Palm!
This was actually a great opportunity. Yu Lin had never thought that he would be able to learn top-level martial arts in this lifetime.

However, although the Thousand Illusions Divine Palm is magical and profound, it is extremely difficult to master it.

When the old immortal was teaching, Yu Lin was in a daze and felt that he should understand everything. After the old immortal left, Yu Lin spent the past few days practicing and polishing himself, and he felt as if something heavy was covering his head.

There seemed to be a heavy layer of mud. Even though Yu Lin didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that he seemed to be a little stupid.

"Stupidity" is innate, and there seems to be no other way except to work hard and make up for it with diligence.

But chance is such a wonderful thing. Who could have thought that the third rain today would make Yu Lin enlightened?
Yu Lin stood in the rain, and his brain began to become particularly clear.

Flashes of thought about difficult martial arts problems flashed through his mind like lightning, and all the confusion was cleared away.

Yu Lin was so happy that he could not express it in words. When Aunt Jinhua called him, he did not even turn his head, but said happily through the rain: "Mom! Come and get wet in the rain too. This is a good rain. Come quickly! Come quickly!"

Aunt Jinhua couldn't bear it any longer, and finally stomped her feet and rushed into the rain.

Then, just like Xiao Ping'an and Yu Chan before, she also froze in the rain.

The rain was beating on the water, and everyone was intoxicated.

However, while Yu Lin was analyzing martial arts, Xiao Ping'an felt as if a breath of air had entered his stomach, and a method of cultivating immortality had appeared in his mind. There also seemed to be a magical voice chanting something in his ears... Yu Chan felt the same way.

As for Aunt Jinhua, whether it was because she was old, had lost her spiritual power, or for some other reason, she did not obtain the martial arts skills.

But her mind also became exceptionally clear at this moment. Looking back on her half of life, she found that the world had both vicissitudes and laughter.

Before she knew it, Aunt Jinhua was already in tears.

Today, the third spiritual rain in Jiuzhou has brought nearly one million more immortal cultivators to the world.

Immortal magic has always been monopolized by the sects, but when the spiritual rain falls this time, the sound of immortals can be heard everywhere in the world!

Although not everyone can cultivate immortality, the appearance of this immortal sound still seems to be extremely random, but the impact caused by the immortal sound's transmission of the law is still almost like the creation of the world.