Mortal: The Heavenly Spiritual Root that Begins from the Demonic Path

The so-called tempering of the mind in the worldly affairs, to put it bluntly, is that the monks live too long but their experience is not profound enough.

Long periods of meditation and practice have resulted in one's own experience being unable to keep up with the speed of the soul's growth.

On the one hand, we have lived for a very long time, but on the other hand, our perception of the length of time has become confused. A thousand years seem to have passed by as if a hundred years have passed, and it is natural that we are prone to develop mental demons.

If the things you experience in a thousand years of life are not as long as those in a hundred years of life, then why bother pursuing immortality!
Therefore, Yi Jue, who has a rare chance of time now, would put aside his cultivation and watch a baby grow into a girl, feeling the traces left by time.

Cultivating immortality is for your own sake, and also for the sake of becoming a better self.

Instead of practicing for the sake of longevity or for a purpose, you will just be on the go all the time, and your soul will only accumulate fatigue instead of releasing stress.

Thinking of this, Yi Jue, who was meditating in a small valley behind Caixia Mountain, smiled as he looked at Yan Ruyan, who was only three or four years old but could already walk, crawl, and even climb trees.

The photo stone in the distance faithfully recorded all of this, while Yan Ruyan, completely unaware, was climbing towards a small tree not far away. She fell a few times along the way but was still enjoying it.

Yan Ruyan, who had already learned to walk, still couldn't forget to use the most familiar method, which was crawling, when she encountered urgent things.

Especially when he saw Yi Jue's gaze focusing on him, he quickened his pace and even tripped a bit in the middle, but he still crawled forward steadily.

When looking at the small tree, a very serious expression appeared on its little face, and then it climbed up the tree very stubbornly.

First, he grabbed a branch with his little hands, pressed his body tightly against the small tree trunk, then clamped his legs together, and used both hands to pull himself up.

Then, little by little, he exerted strength with his calves and slowly climbed up the tree like a silkworm pupa, and finally half of his body had climbed over the branches.

Then he supported his body with his legs and began to climb upwards with his hands. Finally, one of his legs got stuck on the branch where his hands had climbed.

Just climb up little by little.

Finally, his hands began to lose strength, and he loosened his grip and began to slide down. During this process, his anxious little face turned from time to time to look towards Yi Jue.

Yi Jue just watched happily and did not help.

Yan Ruyan's face suddenly fell, and tears filled her eyes. However, she didn't look at Yi Jue at this time. Instead, she hugged the tree tightly. She didn't have the strength to move upwards, nor did she dare to let go and move downwards. She just hung on the tree like that.

Yan Ruyan hung there for a while, her little hands felt so sore. She didn't want to ask Yi Jue for help at this moment, and she was also angry that Yi Jue didn't take the initiative to pick her up. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and tears started to drip down her face.

Yi Jue just walked slowly towards Yan Ruyan at this time. As soon as he moved, Yan Ruyan's little ears stood up and she listened attentively, but her little face still didn't look over here, and she buried her head silently in the tree trunk.

But the tears magically disappeared from the eye sockets, leaving only the flowing tears mixed with sweat, forming tear marks one after another.

She twisted her body nervously, and suddenly her whole body was in the air. It turned out that Yi Jue had picked up this little girl. Yan Ruyan, whose body was flying in the air, did not feel any discomfort at all, but screamed with joy.

"Master, Master, fly, fly!!" Yan Ruyan, who is already over three years old, can already express some simple words fluently. The one she learns the fastest is the master in front of her, as well as some interjections.

"Tired! Tired!"

After playing for a while, Yan Ruyan began to feel tired. At this time, Yi Jue would put her down, and then they would go to a small room in the valley together and start cooking by himself.

This small room contains a kitchen and a bedroom. There are some trees planted in front of the door. They were planted when Yi Jue first moved in. They are fruit trees. There are also some seasonal vegetables planted in front of the door. In the past few years, Qi Xuanmen was asked to help collect breast milk, and Yi Jue also took some grain to make some wine.

The position of worshipper was obtained undisputedly after Yi Jue defeated a hall master, but it was obvious that no one welcomed him at the beginning. After all, no one knew him well. If Yi Jue had not brought a baby with him and seemed harmless, the Qixuan Sect would definitely not have accepted him.

Now, a few years have passed peacefully. No enemies have come to visit, and Yi Jue has not caused any trouble. In addition, the wine he brews is really mellow, so everyone has become accustomed to such a person.

Yi Jue just waited here quietly for Han Li, watching Yan Ruyan grow up slowly.

In the past few years, Yi Jue did not try to practice, but read some classics, whether it was the exercises for cultivating the soul, the history of the Yue Kingdom, or some martial arts essentials, collections of spiritual herbs, everything was included.

These things are always new to read, especially the historical content, which often gives Yi Jue an unusual understanding.

Yan Ruyan, on the other hand, was growing up slowly year by year, which brought Yi Jue a greater sense of difference. Life grew so quickly, but the accumulation of cultivation was accumulated slowly bit by bit.

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There are only three levels of Jindan, and it only takes Yi Jue a few decades to accumulate magic power in each level. Yi Jue's cultivation has reached the peak of the early stage of Jindan just after breaking through the Jindan.

The same is true for his body cultivation. As Wang Chan continues to grow on the other side, the blood nerves in Yi Jue's body are slowly responding, gradually recovering the strength of the middle stage of Jindan.

With the feedback from the time when Moluo was forming the elixir, his spiritual cultivation was approaching the late stage of forming the elixir.

However, this level of cultivation felt extremely slow to Yi Jue, and he even couldn't help but start fantasizing that after meditating and secluding for a hundred or eighty years, he could directly break through to the great perfection of Jindan and then begin to transform into a baby.

In just three years here, Yi Jue got up early every day to take Yan Ruyan to the toilet, wash and cook, read books and practice calligraphy, occasionally do some boxing and foot exercises, bask in the sun, and fiddle with flowers and plants. However, he found that a day was so long.

And there are so many things that can be done in one year. Not only did we repair a valley, but we also planted rows of trees and purchased many tools.

After three or four years, Yi Jue felt that he had calmed down a lot. Time is the most ruthless, but also the most fair.

Life is but a hundred years, passing by in the blink of an eye, but in this hundred years of life, there are countless emotions that can be experienced.

While Yi Jue was thinking this, his appearance began to become younger involuntarily. His previous appearance of about forty years old slowly changed to that of a man in his thirties.

It was the manifestation of the mind that involuntarily changed Yi Jue's method of changing his appearance. (End of this chapter)