Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 638: Asking for Advice in the River
Fortunately, he is also a familiar face in the long river of time and space. Including his trips back and forth in ancient times, this is his third time stepping into the river.

When he fell from the sky, he was no longer panicked. He used the Immortal Spirit Sutra to transform his skills into a boat to protect his body without getting stained by a single drop of river water.

At the same time, he used the Dinghai Shenzhen to knock down all the half-dissolved aliens who approached his boat with bad intentions.

Carrying the scolding and rebuke on his back, Lu Ye walked against the current, his heart calm.

So what if I get a little bad reputation?
If you want my life, I will have to take your life first. It's just the barking of a loser, so of course he doesn't take it to heart.

He just focused his attention on the upstream. The river of time and space was extremely long, and he had no clear concept of distance. Lu Ye's immortal spiritual power was sensed by his skills, and he saw three groups of light swaying in the shadows above the water.

There were his three anchor points.

Two of them must be the Thousand-Faced Judge and Mo Ruyan, and the other one is doubtful, it may be the old thief Red Dragon, but it is not certain yet.

If he wants to escape from the long river of time and space, he must fall into a certain time and space.

The small boat transformed by the Immortal Spiritual Sutra can only protect his body temporarily. Here, his magic power will also be consumed and weakened by the Avenue of Time and Space. If he stays on the river all the time, sooner or later the boat will be dissolved, and he will fall into the river and end up in disaster.

Lu Ye cheered up. He knew that he must not miss these three anchor points. There were three chances to make mistakes, and he could make the shot on the first one.

"Ok?"

Suddenly a wave hit the side of the river.

The sound of strings and bamboo came from above the river first, and Lu Ye's eyes suddenly widened. He suspected that he was hallucinating.

How could anyone still have the heart to appreciate music in the long river of time and space?

But the sound of stringed instruments became clearer and louder, and soon, in the fog upstream, a huge bow suddenly emerged, followed by its long hull.

Lu Ye took a breath of air.

About a hundred feet away, I saw a large boat more than ten feet long appearing in the distance, drifting downstream.

On the boat, there was a young monk with a tall crown and three eyes, his white robe was as white as snow, and he was nodding his head to enjoy the music.

The music came from two rows of exquisitely crafted puppets around his body. Each of them was the size of a normal person, kneeling on the ground, playing the piano, plucking the strings, beating the drums and hitting the cymbals, and they were busy and happy.

These puppets simulating human beings also have three eyes, and are obviously modeled after the race of the ship's owner.

This race is many times taller than humans, like giants. Of course, the most conspicuous feature is the vertical eye on their forehead, which shines brightly and makes them look extraordinary.

Lu Ye even noticed that the young man in white robe with three eyes had a long snake tail circling under his robe.

This young man is obviously not a human. It is unknown where he comes from. He is a powerful alien.

In the middle of the deck, there was an enchanting three-eyed dancer performing the Hu Xuan dance, with her long sleeves swirling around her and her body looking like she was flying.

The young man was absorbed in watching the performance, nodding his head to appreciate the music, sitting cross-legged with a stone chime in front of him, which he struck with a hammer and danced in time with the music.

However, every time the blow was struck, screams were heard from the boat.

It turned out that there were many long poles standing around the boat, with many powerful monks on them.

These monks, humans, demons and monsters are from all races. Most of them have incomplete limbs and it is obvious that they were captured from the river.

At this moment, another monk in front of the boat fell from the air involuntarily, splashing huge water.

The unfortunate monk hadn't figured out the situation yet and screamed loudly in the water, using his magical power to form a protective light shield around his body in a vain attempt to survive.

But his screams were so loud that they obviously disturbed the music on the boat, and even the woman who was dancing in the middle of the deck stopped.

The young monk who was the master of the boat frowned unhappily, obviously angry. He swung the small hammer in his hand and pointed it at the unlucky monk under the boat from a distance. A ray of white light flew out from the hammer and wrapped around the monk.

The monk screamed in agony and was hooked like a fish.

The young man waved his hand, and the unfortunate monk was directly pierced through the vertical pole of the boat, entering from the hips and exiting from the mouth.

The monk in the river had been completely dissolved by the long river of time and space, leaving only half of his body.

Now he was impaled on this vertical pole, surrounded by a dozen other unlucky people like him, and he wanted to die.

If I were in the river, I would only suffer for a few more breaths, and then death would be all over.

Being worn here, unable to live or die, suffering in vain, it would be better to die in the river.

The owner of the boat didn't care and just clapped his hands, and the music and dancing started again. The boat was filled with melodious string and bamboo sounds again, interspersed with the screams of a dozen half-dead monks. It was really weird.

Lu Ye shuddered. He realized that there was such a terrifying person in the long river of time and space.

No one knew where this three-eyed young man from an alien race came from, but Lu Ye could see him clearly using the perspective of the Fish and Dragon Diagram. In front of him was a large ball of light that represented the life of a cultivator.

In other words, the boat was the evolution of his technique, and even the dancer and the puppet playing music were also manifestations of his technique.

Lu Ye was already a Divine Transformation cultivator. Even though he tried his best to perform the Immortal Spiritual Sutra, his vessel was only as long as that of an ordinary person's. On the other hand, the other party's technique enabled him to transform a boat into a dozen feet long. He did not dare to imagine the gap between the two sides.

The other party is definitely not just a cultivator of the Refinement Realm. He might be a cultivator of the Hedao Realm, or even a Mahayana Realm, or a cultivator who is transcending tribulation?

The other party looks like a young man, but he must be an old monster who has lived for countless years.

Seeing that he acted arbitrarily and didn't seem easy to talk to, Lu Ye quickly waved his Dinghaishenzhen and steered the boat away. He didn't dare to disturb the other party's enjoyment of music.

But the young three-eyed monk on the boat looked forward, as if concentrating on enjoying the dance.

The vertical eye on his forehead suddenly turned around, and a ray of golden light shot out across the distant river, locking onto Lu Ye.

"Hey, there are friends sailing in this river? I am not alone!"

"It's rare, my friend, why don't you come to my boat and be a guest, how about it?"

The voice sounded directly in Lu Ye's mind. It was different from the human language, but Lu Ye immediately understood its meaning.

When one’s cultivation reaches the level of Spirit Transformation or above, the spiritual consciousness transmits the sound of the Great Dao and points directly to one’s heart, no longer bound by race or language.

Lu Ye was shocked.

The other party was just transmitting the message. If he used a magical power like the Convulsion Hunyuan Stab, wouldn't I be dead without a burial place?
He was about to decline politely.

But the golden light was like a swamp, and I couldn't move my body or even open my mouth.

But he saw the golden light flying towards the big boat quickly, and the river water on both sides was flowing rapidly. In the blink of an eye, Lu Ye was involuntarily on the boat.

"Please sit down, young friend..." The three-eyed young man turned his head and revealed a warm smile. With a wave of his hand, a cushion appeared beside him.

"I am the only living person on this boat. What's the point of watching the flying dance?"

"My dear friend, please watch it with me."

The golden light enveloped Lu Ye, making him unable to move at all. He could only sit down obediently, bowed and smiled freely.

"Thank you for giving me a ride, Senior. I don't have enough magical power, and I'm worried about how to stay in the river for a long time."

"Then junior, please excuse me."

They come, the security.

Lu Ye realized that there was a huge gap between the two in strength, and that he was as small as an ant in front of them. He could only calm down and respond with a cheerful face.

The three-eyed young man saw that the road was wild and interesting, and laughed. Then, amid the melodious sound of stringed instruments, the big boat went downstream, getting farther and farther away from the upstream, and more than a dozen unlucky people who had strayed into the boat were hung on the railings.

Lu Ye heard screams in his ears, but he remained calm and focused on looking at the dancer in front of him. He shook his head and clapped his hands to the rhythm of the music, looking very into the dance.

Sure enough, the three-eyed young man was overjoyed to see Lu Ye’s attention and asked him what he thought of the dance.
Lu Ye looked at the dancer. If you ignore the third eye and the long tail under her skirt, she would be considered the most beautiful among human women.

He was breathing, his face was ruddy, and there was fluctuation of magical power on his body. His cultivation was far superior to Lu Ye's.

If there was no light ball showing on the dancer in the fish-dragon picture, Lu Ye would have simply regarded her as a living person. Who would have thought that she was a puppet?

Among the thirty-six thieves, Bloodline Yanshi is good at making puppets. However, compared with the level of this three-eyed monk, he is not worthy of being the other's shoe carrier.

At that moment, he praised her generously, saying that this girl should only exist in heaven and had never been seen on earth.
Moreover, her dancing posture was graceful, and it was truly the best and most amazing dance he had ever seen.

Lu Ye spoke with deep emotion and sincerity on his face.

The three-eyed young man was overjoyed and praised, saying that he never expected to meet a soulmate among the aliens. The young man really has good vision. He waved his hand and a glass of wine flew out from his sleeve and gave it to him. However, this wine was not produced by any magic.

Lu Ye saw that the wine was like a clear spring. The spiritual energy in his body was flowing rapidly before it even entered his mouth. In fact, just smelling a few hints of the wine helped to improve his skills.

He thanked the host, then raised his glass and took a sip.

boom!
Lu Ye only felt that after a few drops of wine entered his stomach, his whole body felt like it was burning. The spiritual consciousness in his sea of ​​consciousness surged, and the Nascent Soul body in his sea of ​​​​qi grew a full circle larger.

The magic power was running wild and was about to burst out of the meridians in the body.

He was horrified and tried to use all his magic power to suppress the abnormality in his body. However, the magic power in his body was like a raging dragon bursting its dam and was completely out of control.

"Ruined……"

Lu Ye was frightened, and his magic power was out of control and moving rapidly. He was afraid that he would explode and die in a few breaths. It was ridiculous that he would die from a glass of wine given by a strong man.

Fortunately, the three-eyed young man seemed to be concentrating on appreciating the dance, with a trace of distraction still wandering away.

"Hey, my friend, it's me, Meng Lang..."

"You are too weak..."

He complained and waved his hand casually. A green light appeared and all the running magic power around Lu Ye was smoothed out one by one, thus preventing his body from exploding.

Lu Ye went through the gates of hell before coming back to life. Sweating profusely, he thanked the "senior" with the fatal wine in his hand.

"Please accept it, young man..." the three-eyed young man said with a smile, "This wine is enough to sustain you in the river for a longer time. Whether you can get out alive depends on your fate."

Lu Ye thanked him fearfully, sealed the glass of wine and put it away, muttering to himself that it seemed that this three-eyed madman would let him off the boat, which would be best.

I was originally going upstream, but now I am sailing downstream, and I don't know how much farther I am from the three light balls.

In this way, Lu Ye sat obediently on the cushion like a puppet, and the three-eyed green monk praised him and followed him, playing the role of a follower.

Thus, the song ends.

The three-eyed young monk called the dancer, calling her his beloved wife, and asked her to sit beside him and rest.

Lu Ye was very alarmed. This senior monk with three eyes was a madman. Calling a puppet as his wife and asking it to do the flying dance was definitely not something a normal person could do.

The three-eyed young man looked at his "beloved wife" with love, wiped the sweat off her face and served her tea. After he finished his busy work, he inadvertently glanced at Lu Ye and remembered that there was another "guest" on the boat.

"I see you swimming upstream and standing out in this river. Why is that?" asked the three-eyed monk.

Lu Ye hurriedly responded seriously.

He said that I was unlucky as a junior, having been cursed with exile after a fight with someone, and had this sundial mark on my head. When the sundial needle returned to zero, I was dragged here. Fortunately, I had learned some time and space skills and evolved a small boat to protect myself, but I had no choice but to go upstream, which was not what I wanted.

I would like to ask the senior to enlighten me, what is this thing on my head? Can you help me solve it?

The three-eyed monk became interested.

"Let me see..."

A golden light shot out from his vertical eyes, illuminating the sundial mark above Lu Ye's head clearly. After observing it for a while, he shook his head.

"Just give up..."

"This curse of exile was cast by a master on his spiritual weapon. Although it is weak now, you cannot break it unless you reach my level..."

"I can't stay in the long river for long, otherwise I could help you solve it. But if I take you back to my world, I'm afraid you will turn into dry bones in an instant."

“You have to know,” the three-eyed monk pointed at himself, then at Lu Ye and the unfortunate people who were half-dead and impaled on the vertical poles around them.

"This long river is surging. It seems that we have met here and are crossing the same river, but in fact, our timelines are different."

"If it weren't for this boat, it might have been a hundred years since we passed each other."

"You call me senior, but you may be considered an ancient person in the outside world..."

"I don't think your end will be very good. You will probably be exiled to ancient times and die of old age."

Lu Ye felt horrified after hearing this, and gained more strange knowledge, but at the same time he felt at peace.

Although this three-eyed monk has a high level of cultivation, he is still unable to see through his own background and is unaware that he has traveled back and forth once in ancient times.

He asked unwillingly.

"May I ask how is your cultivation level, senior?"

The three-eyed monk laughed.

"My cultivation is not that high, I have only completed the Mahayana stage. People in my world call me the Manifested Saint."

The title of Most Holy is exclusive to Mahayana practitioners.

Lu Ye was filled with awe after hearing this. He was only at the stage of Spirit Transformation now, and there were still two realms to reach before he could see the figures of Mahayana cultivators. Who would have thought that he would actually meet a living one here.

Seeing that the Holy Manifestation was in a friendly manner at the moment, he boldly asked.

"May I ask the Most Holy Saint, I have a question," Lu Ye asked, "If I go back to ancient times, will the things I do affect the present, or even the rise and fall of races?"

"Is there still hope that I can return to the present world?"

He asked the first question sincerely, and the second question was just a side question to see if there was anything taboo.

The Holy Manifestation laughed out loud upon hearing this.

The young man has wild ideas. The rise and fall of a race is just like the surging river. Unless you become an immortal and bless your race, how can one person have the ability to make a race prosper or destroy it?

The rise and fall of a race is the fortune cultivated by thousands of people in the race. It does not rise or fall because of one person.

Even if you go back to ancient times, your cultivation level is no more than a pebble or rubble in the river, and you can still create a dozen water splashes in the river before sinking.

I am like a millstone.

Perhaps only the monks who are transcending tribulation can be considered as the huge rock that sinks to the bottom of the river and remains motionless.

Even if immortals are reefs blocking the river, they cannot stop the river from flowing.

(End of this chapter)