Longevity, starting from raising chickens

After the temple was completed, Wang Ba did not hang around and quickly returned to the sect.

"I'm ashamed that we couldn't help at all."

Liang Wuji said with a little embarrassment.

After being seriously injured by Han Yanzi, Liang Wuji managed to recover with great difficulty with the help of the gods of Wanxiang Sect. Now he is living as a guest in Wanxiang Sect, and he is a little more reserved and cautious than before.

It wasn't that the people of Wanxiang Sect were trying to make things difficult for him, it was just the situation and human nature that made it so. Even a deity like Liang Wuji couldn't escape this.

Wang Ba said sincerely:
"Brother Liang, that's not true. If it weren't for the Immortal God Tree that your sect lent us, the promotion of the dojo might not have had such a good effect."

Zhao Feng also spoke:

"We are brothers, there is no need to be so polite."

Liang Wuji forced a smile upon hearing this.

Wang Ba saw it and sighed in his heart.

The Changsheng Sect surrendered to the Wanxiang Sect, but the relationship between the two sects was not ordinary after all, and it was indeed difficult to grasp the scale of their interaction now.

However, these are all minor details, and Wang Ba did not want to say more for the time being. After informing Zhao Feng and the elders about the method of opening the Taoist temple, he also told them his own arrangements:
"I will be away from the sect for a while, but if there are any changes in the sect, I will be back immediately."

Hearing Wang Ba's words, everyone felt a little relieved.

Whether it was the previous battle between Zhongshengzhou and Martial Ancestor Wang Xu, or even earlier, Han Yanzi's sneak attack on Changsheng Sect, they all made them deeply feel the embarrassment of the sect's lack of the most top-notch cultivators.

Although Patriarch Hui Yunzi is still there, he is in a deep sleep and may not be able to take action in time.

Wang Ba is already the most outstanding person in the entire Dajin Dynasty, except for the founder Hui Yunzi. No one can compare with him, whether he is of the same generation or the previous generation.

So with Wang Ba's words, at least they don't have to worry about being as passive as before.

However, Wang Ba's next words surprised them again.

"Everyone, practice hard and don't fight for victory. If you really can't do it, just make do for now... I see that this catastrophe is imminent. If you don't conserve your energy, I'm afraid it will be difficult to cope with it."

Wang Ba said solemnly.

All the monks were awed when they heard this.

Wang Ba's current cultivation level has reached the pinnacle of the Great Jin Dynasty. However, even he is so serious, how can others dare to underestimate him, especially since Wang Ba's previous deduction and prediction about the Changsheng Sect has been verified, so everyone is secretly concerned.

Upon seeing this, Wang Ba nodded slightly in his heart, then bowed to everyone. Divine patterns appeared, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Beihaizhou.

The bottom of the Arctic ice abyss.

A divine pattern emerged in the dark cold wind that blew over and over again, and then a figure appeared in the ice cave at the bottom of the abyss.

He was dressed in blue and standing with his hands behind his back. It was undoubtedly Wang Ba.

"My friend is here?"

Below, on the huge and ferocious turtle head, the figure of the young Xuan Yuanzi quietly gathered, and he looked at Wang Ba who suddenly arrived with a smile.

Wang Ba also bowed to Xuan Yuanzi with a hint of politeness:

"Wang Ba has met the senior."

Xuan Yuanzi smiled and nodded, but then he suddenly uttered a sigh and looked at Wang Ba with a slightly fixed gaze. He seemed to have seen something and couldn't help but show a strange look in his eyes and said in surprise:

"...You seem to have improved a lot in such a short time."

"I am ashamed that I have only completed the first level of Dao Realm now."

Wang Ba showed no joy when he heard this, he just smiled faintly and replied.

After hearing Wang Ba's words, Xuan Yuanzi shook his head:

"No, I'm not talking about your Dao Realm, but..."

It frowned and then said:

"I don't know how to put it, but I feel like you seem to be somewhat different from before... Well, let's put it this way, before, although you made rapid progress, you still seemed to have not achieved 'enlightenment'. Now, it seems that you have achieved 'enlightenment'."

"Achievement?"

Wang Hao was slightly startled.

Then he smiled suddenly.

He understood what Xuan Yuanzi meant. The so-called enlightenment, to a certain extent, means knowing the rules that govern the operation of the world, knowing how to apply them, how to learn them, and even how to turn them into one's own benefit.

He has been integrated with the boundary membrane for more than a hundred years, observing and analyzing those black and white nodes day and night. Although he has only completed the first level of the Dao domain now, in fact, he has already had an understanding of the cultivation realm that far exceeds his current realm.

With a bird's-eye view, one will naturally have a very clear direction for subsequent practice.

From this perspective, Wang Ba has indeed "attained enlightenment".

It is only the initial stage of "attainment". When one day he completely understands all the rules in the Ogura world, then he will truly attain enlightenment.

Xuan Yuanzi noticed the meaning behind Wang Ba's smile, and was startled. He couldn't help but look more eager:
"Have you really achieved enlightenment? How did you do it? You have just achieved divine enlightenment, why…"

Wang Ba did not hide anything, and immediately expressed in words his feelings and insights after he merged with the heaven and earth.

This is not only the practice of Tao, but also the comprehension of the underlying rules of the entire Xiaocang world. It is an existence formed by various kinds of "Tao".

Xuan Yuanzi was at such a high level of cultivation that he could naturally feel the undisguised honesty in Wang Ba's words.

A hint of joy appeared on his face.

However, not long after, its joy turned into astonishment and helplessness. Seeing that Wang Ba was still talking, it smiled bitterly and shook its head to interrupt:

"I don't quite understand what you're saying, that's all... I'm destined to be trapped here."

Wang Ba was startled for a moment, then he reacted.

If Xuan Yuanzi could 'attain enlightenment' and understand the rules of the Xiaocang Realm, then with his level of cultivation and so much time, there is no way he would still be trapped here.

However, the fact is that it has been trapped in the North Sea for tens of thousands of years and cannot escape. Even though the heaven and earth were shattered before, it still could not escape.

"Whether you can achieve enlightenment or not depends on your fate. You can't force it..."

There was a rare hint of complexity and envy in Xuan Yuanzi's tone.

Then he felt that he had lost his composure and added:

"But whether or not one has attained enlightenment is not that important. It does not affect one's cultivation."

But no matter how I listen to it, I always feel a sour feeling.

When Wang Ba heard this, he felt something strange for a moment.

But I didn't expect that this master trapped in the North Sea would have such moments like ordinary people.

Xuan Yuanzi also lost interest in talking to Wang Ba at this moment, and pointed casually at the distance:
"Your Ice Dao Avatar is right there, go ahead, I have some things to take care of."

After saying that, his figure disappeared.

Wang Ba did not linger upon seeing this, and quickly flew to where Bing Dao Ren was.

"Daoyou is here?"

Taoist Bing smiled and stood up to greet him. Seeing Taoist Bing's smile, Wang Ba raised his hand solemnly and saluted him.

"I'm here to see you off, fellow Taoist."

Bing Daoren shook his head slightly:
"You and I were originally one, and now we are just returning to our roots, which is a good thing."

Wang Ba nodded, silently reciting the method that the fifth-level Haizhu had given him.

My heart suddenly became cold and indifferent, even almost absolutely ruthless and rational.

The body of the Ice Taoist also walked in front of Wang Ba, and he consciously opened his Dao domain, presenting all the mysteries of the Ice Dao to Wang Ba's gaze.

Under Xuan Yuanzi's dedicated care and with the help of the Zhoutian Star Map to assist his practice, in more than a hundred years, he was able to push himself from the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm to the level of perfection.

Under the stimulation of the Ice Dao Realm, Wang Ba's Xuanhuang Dao Realm also unfolded.

The collision between the two perfect Dao realms immediately gave a tit-for-tat feeling, but compared to the thick and broad Xuanhuang Dao realm, Bing Daoist's Dao realm was still far behind after all, and was soon completely suppressed.

Under this kind of suppression, the collision point of the two Dao Realms gradually began to merge a little...

……

Zhongshengzhou.

Inside the newly built city.

A handsome young man was standing behind an old man with white hair and beard, watching the old man chatting with a shabby middle-aged man with a lame leg in front of him.

Listening to their conversation, he looked at the sloppy middle-aged man with some sympathy, while at the same time looking at the old man with his back to him with a complicated look in his eyes.

He could never have imagined that this great demon Zhenwu, who was described by the monks in the sect as a murderer and a perpetrator of all evil... actually had such a warm and gentle side.

From a certain perspective, perhaps this is the other person's true face.

"...That's it, get busy. Remember to send me some when the harvest is good. I want to use it to make wine!"

"That's for sure!"

The middle-aged lame man nodded vigorously, then limped away.

Looking at the back of the lame middle-aged man leaving, the old man slowly spoke to himself:
"A few years ago, when the True Warriors were approaching the Yuanci Palace, the Yuanci Palace had to draw on the manpower of the major families under it and call on various resources. The manpower of these families was suddenly stretched to the limit, so they arbitrarily abducted these mortals and sent them to mine in the spiritual mines in the wild. His leg was broken by the supervising monk when he took a short rest because he was too tired at that time... The monk should not have used much force, otherwise he would have died long ago."

Hearing the old man's words, the young man behind him looked a little embarrassed and couldn't help but said:
"Auntie Qin was concentrating on her cultivation, so she neglected to discipline me. If you hadn't pressed her, how could this have happened?"

The old man smiled and said nothing.
"Is it?"

The handsome young man immediately said:
"How could it not be? You just haven't been around our Wanxiang Sect. Otherwise, you would have seen that there is no such thing as cultivators oppressing mortals in our Dajin."

The old man shook his head slightly when he heard this and asked back:

"Are the mortals in Dajin the only ones who are human? Are the people in other places not worthy of living?"

The handsome young man couldn't help but frown:

"That's not what I meant. I just wanted to tell you that there are good monks and bad monks. If you vent your anger on the monks who are friendly to mortals because of those evil-hearted monks, isn't that indiscriminate?"

"Then what is the difference between you, Senior Brother, and those monks who oppress mortals?"

"It's just that the monks have become mortals. If one day the monks are bullied like mortals, and then there are monks like you who stand up and want to destroy all the true warriors, does this mean that you have fulfilled your wish?"

"Or is it that in the end, this world is just a matter of who has the bigger fist?"

The old man was not angry when he heard this, but instead showed a look of relief. He nodded and said, "You can figure this out. It seems that you have been thinking about these issues seriously these days."

The handsome young man couldn't help but ask:
"So, brother, have you figured out the result?"

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head calmly, stood up with his hands behind his back, and looked into the distance.

There, newly built cities, exclusive to mortals and true warriors, are rising from the ground.

His voice was slightly vicissitudes, and he said faintly:

"I originally wanted to exterminate all the monks out of hatred, but somehow, now these hatreds are gradually not so important to me... I can't even remember what my wife looks like. I only remember her name. She was pregnant with my child..."

The handsome young man was puzzled, but still listened silently.

The old man said slowly:

"At first, I just thought that there shouldn't be monks in the world, so I recruited mortals, gathered all the oppressed mortals together, taught them the Zhenwu Sutra, and taught them with all my strength. I hoped that they could lead the mortals to successfully resist the rule of the monks and free all mortals from the oppression of the monks... I once thought that I was about to succeed."

"Is not it?"

The handsome young man couldn't help but say.

The old man suddenly laughed, with a hint of complexity and self-mockery in his voice.

"No, I failed... After the True Warriors gained more powerful strength, they began to desire power, longevity, and superiority. These shortcomings that should have appeared in the monks also appeared in them."

"They...are no different from monks."

"Because they are closer to mortals, they know more about what mortals fear and are more willing to bully them... This is how they can show the difference between them and these mortals whose lifespans are similar to theirs."

"I'm still alive, so everything hasn't exploded yet, but once..."

The old man didn't say anything else, but the handsome young man already understood what he meant.

He frowned and said:
"True warriors are all born as mortals, how could they bully their own kind?"

The old man looked calm:
"Is there no oppression among monks? I have gradually realized that once the strong have the power to suppress the weak, it is easy for the strong to move towards greater oppression, and even distort the conscience that should exist. This distortion and change is not egg-laying, moisture-laying, or viviparous birth, but transformation."

“Anyone has the potential to change.”

"This is the alienation that power brings to people."

Hearing the old man's words, the handsome young man felt a shock in his heart, and vaguely seemed to have grasped something.

"Besides that, wanting mortals, or the weak, to stop suffering, is selfish. Everyone has their own desires, like me. Why do I look at you differently? Because you are the descendant of the teacher. Even I cannot avoid selfishness, so how can I ask everyone else to do that?"

"Unless one has no desires or requests, how can one care about sentient beings?"

"Just like the will of heaven and earth, heaven and earth are not benevolent and treat all things as straw dogs. How can they be sad or happy because of the life and death of mortals?"

The old man sighed.

So he couldn't get an answer, or he knew that there might never be an answer.

The handsome young man couldn't help but fall into silence.

He asked back, "Brother, why did you tell me so much? And why did you take me to see these things these days?"

The old man showed an appreciative smile:

"I just hope that if you have the chance in the future, you can fulfill this wish for me."

The handsome young man frowned and asked, "Brother, why don't you do it yourself?"

The old man sighed and said softly:
"I... am too tired, maybe..."

But at this moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at the mortals who were busy and happily building cities, and suddenly changed his words:

"No, I'll try to make it happen."

The handsome young man was slightly startled and looked at the old man. For some reason, he always felt that the old man seemed to have made a decision at this moment that would have a profound impact on this world. (End of this chapter)