Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 268
Zhao Lin stared at the talisman in Senior Brother Sun's hand, marveling that a small piece of "paper" could travel through two worlds. Such a means of communication is simply unimaginable.

No wonder there are so many capable people in the world of cultivating immortals, but they haven't developed the so-called modern high technology. I'm afraid the biggest reason is not that they can't, but that it's unnecessary!
Senior Brother Sun didn't say much anymore, and lightly put the talisman in his hand in front of him, the talisman seemed to be held by an invisible force, trembling slightly up and down, but it didn't fall down.

"Escape light!"

Senior Brother Sun let out a soft drink, the Taoist robe on his body moved without wind, a blue light came out from the palm of his hand, and he slapped the talisman violently.

With a sound of "哗啦", the talisman suddenly lit up, as if it had a suction force, and absorbed the blue light in Senior Brother Sun's palm without missing a beat.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Lin thought to himself that the talismans need spiritual energy to activate, and ordinary people cannot use them.

Seeing this unbelievable scene, all the teenagers opened their eyes wide, and their eyelids were reluctant to blink.

The talisman was full of aura, and the runes on it became curved, as if they had come to life.

Then with a "swipe", it turned into a stream of light, flew into the air at an extremely fast speed, and disappeared instantly.

The sky is like ink, and a bright moon rises from the sea.

Everyone waited silently, only the sound of waves beating against the rocks on the shore could be heard.

The sea breeze gradually picked up, humming, and suddenly there was a rumbling sound, and a muffled thunder sounded in the sky.

Everyone looked up in unison, and were surprised to find that at some point, large groups of dark clouds had gathered over the island, towering like a hill.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the clouds were getting thicker and thicker, gradually forming a vortex covering the entire island.

Lightning continuously burst out from the cloud wall, splitting cracks in the void, and silver snakes danced wildly, making the island green and black.

The vortex turned faster and faster, and the silver light emitted by the lightning converged into a mysterious and complicated pattern of light patterns, faintly visible in the clouds.

Like dew, like electricity, like dream bubbles.

After a while, a brocade-like explosion sounded from the center of the vortex, and the space fluctuated, revealing a bottomless black hole.

"This is the power of the space law circle..."

Looking up at the black hole, Zhao Lin felt the hairs on his body stand on end, feeling the majestic majesty of the world.

Immediately afterwards, countless cyan light balls flew out of the black hole, like fireworks blooming, drawing light traces in the night sky, and finally turned into green smoke and disappeared.

"This cyan light ball...is so rich in aura!"

Zhao Lin felt the spiritual energy around his body become stronger, and immediately understood that it was Cheng Huazong who was pouring spiritual energy into this world.

Reiki enters this world and dilutes into vitality.

It is under the nourishment of these vitality that so many people have their spiritual roots, and they can also cultivate to the innate state.

Although the rest of the disciples also had spiritual roots, they couldn't perceive the fluctuations of the spiritual energy because they hadn't opened their veins yet. They just stared blankly at what happened before them, their faces full of shock.

The black hole spewed out tens of thousands of "spiritual balls", and then slowly stopped, and the entire sky became silent.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a huge black boat with a length of more than fifty feet and a width of more than ten feet slowly sailed out of the black hole.

The giant boat was surrounded by a light blue aura, descending continuously from the clouds, and finally stopped firmly on the open space on the top of the mountain.

Seven or eight figures flashed out of the flying boat, and the leader was a middle-aged monk wearing a black Taoist robe, with a white face and no beard.

"I met Uncle Wu."

The three garrison monks, Sun, Xun and Qian, stepped forward quickly and saluted respectfully.

"Foundation cultivator?"

Hearing the address of the three, Zhao Lin's heart moved.

This Martial Uncle Wu looks only 34 years old, much younger than Senior Brother Sun, but his actual age should be more than that, and the seniority in the world of cultivating immortals does not depend on age.

While waiting just now, the three garrison monks briefly talked to everyone about seniority in the cultivation world.

One sentence summary: There is no priority in learning, and those who have achieved it come first.

To put it more bluntly, seniority is judged according to the level of the realm.

The low-level monks call the high-level monks seniors, and the levels here refer to the big levels such as refining qi, building foundations, and purple mansions.

But it's not absolute. If there is a master-student status or blood relationship, the rules of the realm will give way.

Cheng Huazong respected etiquette and law, respected heaven, earth, emperor, relatives, and teachers in the mortal world, and the same practice was followed in the realm of self-cultivation.

However, there is no king in the realm of comprehension, so it was changed to the master of heaven and earth.

Zong here refers to both Zongmen and ancestors.

If the father is in the Qi refining state, then even if the son has cultivated to the Golden Core, he will still have to recognize Lao Tzu when he meets him, there is absolutely no reason for him to call himself a senior.

It is the same principle that master and apprentice are like father and son.

"Is everyone here?"

Cultivator surnamed Wu nodded slightly, and asked indifferently, his eyes swept across the faces of the young people, and when he saw Zhao Lin, he paused for a while.

In Zhao Lin's heart, he felt that he was "advanced" in cultivating Taoism, which seemed to be very eye-catching.

"A total of [-] quasi-disciples with low-rank and above spiritual roots are here."

Senior Brother Sun replied respectfully, then turned to Zhao Lin and the young men and said, "This is a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm, who is in charge of welcoming everyone into the sect, Martial Uncle Wu."

"I met Uncle Wu."

Everyone saluted together.

After seeing the ceremony, the seven monks who got off the boat with Martial Uncle Wu came over and bowed their hands to the three of Senior Brother Sun.

One of the oldest monks said: "Three Junior Brothers, I'm running out of time when I come back to visit relatives, so I won't stay longer, goodbye!"

"Goodbye." Brother Sun and the three also cupped their hands.

The seven monks jumped up and flew towards the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, before disappearing into the night.

Zhao Lin's expression moved slightly, thinking that when the space magic circle was activated, he also sent monks to "go home to visit relatives" by the way.

These seven monks, like myself, did not bring their family members to Xuanyuan Continent, but chose to visit them regularly.

In this way, one year later, I will return to this world in this way.

Senior Brother Sun took out a piece of paper from his pocket and presented it to Uncle Wu with both hands.

"Here is the list of disciples and notes on spiritual roots."

Uncle Wu took the paper and glanced at it, surprise flashed in his eyes.

"There is an earth spirit root, and there is a martial artist? This year is a little different."

He said and looked at the young disciple who was about to enter, "Come here, all of you, and report your names."

"Disciple Lin Chaoran."

When everyone was still hesitating, Lin Chaoran was the first to stride forward.

Uncle Wu looked at him approvingly, squeezed out a formula in his hand, and pressed it on his shoulder.

Zhao Lin could tell at a glance that this was checking the disciple's spiritual roots, but instead of using the spirit bamboo staff and the spirit test beads, he directly used spells.

My heart is dark, no one in the martial arts world can check my own spirit beast map, but in front of monks with great powers, I don't know if I can hide it.

The teenagers stepped forward to test their spiritual roots one by one, and when it was Zhao Lin's turn, Uncle Wu also patted him on the shoulder.

Zhao Lin immediately felt a sense of coolness pass through his chest, reaching the depths of his spine, sweeping back and forth near the spiritual root joint, somewhat similar to Zhao Yugong, which is used to test age in martial arts.

"All right."

Zhao Lin secretly heaved a sigh of relief when Martial Uncle Wu's voice sounded in his ears.

After checking them one by one, Uncle Wu showed a satisfied look on his face, and waved his hands: "Let's all get on board."

(End of this chapter)