Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 257

"A solution to the confusion in my heart?"

Zhao Lin lowered his gaze, tapped a few times quickly on the armrest with his fingers, "Take it to the side hall."

"Yes."

Tian Dabang responded, turned around and left quickly.

Zhao Lin then stood up, walked all the way to the atrium, and sat down by the pillars of the veranda.

This place is not far from the side hall, and the surrounding area is open and unobstructed. With his ear, he can clearly hear the movement in the side hall.

He is not going to meet these two Taoist priests for the time being, monks and Taoists are so talkative, and they often come up with a sentence of "Benefactor, you have a bloody disaster." He must first find out the real purpose of the two of them.

Tian Dabang returned to the front of the mansion, and said to the two Taoist priests: "Two priests, please follow me."

Seeing that Zhao Lin didn't come out to greet them in person, the two Taoist priests were slightly disappointed, but they also knew that as Zhao Lin, it was normal not to come out to greet them, so they followed Tian Dabang to the side hall and sat down.

Tian Dabang called people to serve tea, and said with a smile: "My lord is busy with business, please wait a moment."

The gray-robed Taoist waved his hands and said, "It's okay." He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

After Tian Dabang left, the two sipped tea while looking at the furnishings in the hall.

The two of them were very calm at the beginning, but they waited for Zhao Lin not to come, and waited for Zhao Lin not to come.

After an hour, the tea was changed round after round, but Zhao Lin never appeared.

The white-robed Taoist finally couldn't sit still anymore, he suddenly stood up and said, "Why don't you come? Could it be that we are going to hang the two of us here?"

The gray-robed Taoist priest was not in a hurry, and said calmly: "Brother Lu Xian, sit down and wait a little longer. Come, drink tea."

"I don't drink!"

The white-robed Taoist said angrily, "I'm full of tea, I'm full of sulking!"

The gray-robed priest glanced outside the hall, and said in a low voice: "Those who don't know don't blame it, after all, this is the mortal world. Besides... he has condensed his spiritual roots, and he is already a cultivator!"

"Martial arts are rare. The purpose of the two of us here is to recruit him into the sect. You must not speak harshly later, you know?"

The white-robed Taoist's expression softened, he nodded and said, "Brother Huang, you don't need to say anything, I know how to measure."

The mortal world, spiritual root, cultivating the Dao...

Zhao Lin felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

A few words in the district gave him a great shock.

Where did Lu Yuanxiu, the last Wuzong of the sect, go?

Why did heaven and earth suddenly have vitality?
After breaking through the innate realm, what are the four bamboo joints in the spine?
The mysteries that have been puzzling me recently seem to point to an answer...

There really is a path of cultivation in the world!
These two Taoist priests were talking in private, and they never thought that they were eavesdropping, what they said was very likely to be the truth.

But listening to the tone of the two, they came to invite themselves, which was a bit unexpected.

Zhao Lin took a deep breath, let himself calm down, strode into the side hall, and said with a loud smile: "Zhao came late, how neglectful, I hope the two priests will forgive me."

The two Taoist priests looked at each other, stood up and saluted together: "I have seen the Duke."

Zhao Lin raised his eyes to look at the two of them, and saw that the gray-robed Taoist priest was about 27 years old and had an ordinary appearance, with three short beards under his jaw. The white-robed Taoist priest was about [-] or [-] years old, with fair looks and an extraordinary temperament.

Both of them have vitality fluctuations, but their blood is only equivalent to that of a martial artist in the strength realm. Zhao Lin has never seen this situation before, and he couldn't help but become more curious about the origin of the two.

"Two priests, please sit down."

Zhao Lin walked to the coffee table, sat down casually, took the tea from the servant, took a sip, and said, "I don't know the names of the two priests?"

The gray-robed Taoist replied calmly: "Poverty Taoist surname is Huang, name is Zhuo Song, and I don't have a Taoist name. The Duke can just call me by my real name."

The white-robed Taoist priest said straightforwardly: "The poor Taoist Lu Qing."

Zhao Lin went straight to the point and said, "I heard from my housekeeper that the two priests came here to solve the confusion in my heart. Is there such a thing?"

Huang Zhuosong said: "Exactly!"

Zhao Lindao: "Can the Taoist priest tell me what is the doubt in my heart?"

"Can the Duke..."

While speaking, Huang Zhuosong glanced at the servants standing in the hall.

"You go down."

Zhao Lin gave an order.

The servants withdrew, and there were only three people left in the hall, Huang Zhuosong smiled slightly and said, "Master, do you know why there is vitality in this world?"

Zhao Lin shook his head slowly, "The heavens and the earth are good fortune, how can I wait for mortals to know."

Huang Zhuosong smiled noncommittally, and then asked: "Pindao heard that there is a saying in martial arts, called Wu Wuzhi, is it true?"

"There is this sentence."

"Does the Duke think so?"

"Of course, I heard from my master on the first day I practiced martial arts."

"Hahaha……"

Huang Zhuosong burst out laughing suddenly, "Guo Gong has achieved innate talent, can't it be deduced that the realm of martial arts has nowhere to go?"

Zhao Lin was naturally aware of this, and after a while of silence, he said, "Daoist Huang is not a martial artist, why are you talking about martial arts?"

There was a hint of bleakness in his tone, deliberately acquiescing.

Lu Qing, who had been silent all this time, frowned, and couldn't help but said: "The Duke avoided answering, I'm afraid you also know that this statement is true?"

"It might as well be said that you, Duke Yu, martial arts end innately, and they are indeed the shackles of this world!"

The shackles of this world?
Zhao Lin's heart was shocked, his face remained calm, he looked directly at the other party and said, "This world? Isn't Daoist Lu from this world?"

Lu Qing smiled but did not answer, looking at Huang Zhuosong.

Huang Zhuosong took over the conversation and said: "It's a long story, I wonder if the Duke will listen to it?"

Zhao Linyun said: "Teacher please tell me."

Huang Zhuosong's expression changed, and he said, "What Pindao said next may be unbelievable, even shocking."

"But please believe me, my lord, everything we say is true, not empty words!"

Zhao Lin leaned back in his chair, "But it doesn't matter."

Huang Zhuosong cleared his throat, and said slowly: "The two of us are indeed not from this world, but monks who cultivate Taoism and refine Qi, and pursue longevity."

Zhao Lin's face changed slightly, but he had already expected it in his heart, and he didn't appear too surprised.

Huang Zhuosong glanced at him, and continued: "We are from Xuanyuan Continent, thousands of miles away from here..."

Next, Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing told each other about their backgrounds.

It turned out that the two of them came from a place called Xuanyuan Continent, which is rich in aura and suitable for cultivating immortals.

The Xuanyuan Continent has a vast territory, connecting hundreds of small worlds.

The sect the two belong to is called Chenghua Sect, and there are nine small worlds under its jurisdiction, and this world is one of them.

Many monks in Cheng Huazong also come from these nine small worlds.

If you want to cultivate immortality, you must have spiritual roots.

Every once in a while, Chenghua Sect looks for people with spiritual roots from these nine small worlds, and absorbs them into the sect, so as to maintain the scale of the sect.

Although there may not be one person with spiritual roots in 10 people, the population of the nine small worlds exceeds hundreds of millions, and enough seeds for cultivating immortals can always be selected.

The number of monks in Cheng Huazong also remained roughly balanced.

But 1000 years ago, a great war broke out in the Xuanyuan Continent, and all major sects participated in it. More than half of the monks of Cheng Huazong were killed and injured, and suffered heavy losses.

In this way, it would be too slow to absorb monks at the original speed.

In order to replenish monks as soon as possible, the high-level officials of Cheng Huazong decided to infuse the spiritual energy in the spiritual veins into these nine small worlds through the magic circle.

The aura enters the small world, and after being diluted, it turns into vitality, but it also nourishes all kinds of creatures in the small world.

Since then, there have been more and more people with spiritual roots in the small world. Although Cheng Huazong lost his spiritual veins, he was able to quickly replenish monks and regain his vitality.

Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing are the garrison monks stationed in this world, and they are responsible for searching for immortal cultivation seeds with spiritual roots.

"It turns out that the vitality of this world is transformed from the aura of the world of cultivating immortals..."

A mystery in Zhao Lin's heart was solved, silently thinking about what the two said, there seemed to be no loopholes, but there were still some puzzles.

"The two came to Zhao, does that mean that I also have spiritual roots?"

When this question was asked, Zhao Lin felt a little apprehensive, although the answer is yes based on common sense.

But it was related to his great cause of longevity, so he couldn't help being nervous.

"Your Majesty guessed right!"

Huang Zhuosong laughed, "If it wasn't for that, we wouldn't have come here."

Zhao Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but soon thought of a question, "Since I have spiritual roots, why did the two of you come here at this time? Could it be that only Xiantian warriors are qualified to cultivate immortals?"

"No!"

Lu Qing interjected: "The Duke originally didn't have spiritual roots, but only recently produced spiritual roots."

A spiritual root that was born recently?
Zhao Linxin said, is my spiritual root different from other people's?
Lu Qing didn't give a damn, and explained: "Spirits are basically a gift from heaven, and cannot be born the day after tomorrow. But the entry of vitality into the small world has caused a joint effect."

"Strange beasts have appeared in the nine small worlds, and the strength of the warriors has been greatly improved."

"Originally relying only on one's own qi and blood, warriors can only practice to the Qi state at most, but since they have vitality, they can break through to the blood and Yuan state."

"Among them, there are even more outstanding ones who have cultivated to the innate state, and they have condensed their spiritual roots in the level of washing the marrow and coagulating the marrow."

"Guogong is such an outstanding person!"

Zhao Lin's heart moved, and he thought of the four bamboo joints in the spine, and asked, "What is the spiritual root? Where is it born?"

Lu Qingdao: "The spiritual root is the bridge to receive the spiritual energy and the foundation of Taoism. It is stored in the monk's spine and is shaped like a bamboo joint."

"If you have it, you can perceive the aura of heaven and earth, and absorb and refine it for your own use. If you don't, then no matter how powerful it is, it's no more than a mortal."

"Spiritual roots are divided into six grades, from high to low, they are heaven grade, earth grade, high grade, middle grade, low grade, and common grade."

"There is no one in the ten thousand cultivators with Tianpin Linggen. As long as they can grow smoothly, they are all leaders in the realm of cultivation."

"Although the spirit root of the earth grade is slightly inferior, it is not far behind."

"However, the spiritual roots of the two ranks of heaven and earth are too scarce, and most of the monks are mostly of the upper, middle and lower ranks."

"As for those with spiritual roots, there is no hope of building a foundation for life, and they can only practice some low-level spells."

"I see."

Zhao Lin pressed his palm on the teacup, was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Do you two know how many spiritual roots I am?"

(End of this chapter)