The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 471 The Path of Cultivation
Opening the tattered page, Song Feng quickly read through all the contents, and in no time, he understood what was recorded on it.

"In the process of evolution, this world did indeed evolve to the moment of collapse when gods and demons perished. I never expected that even the cultivation system had completely collapsed."

"This branch of time is so outstanding, yet it lacks any truly powerful figures. Could it be that all the mythological stories across all timelines have evolved into a historical backdrop of ancient gods and demons?"

Looking at what was written on this tattered page, Song Feng's expression became slightly strange.

The contents of this fragment are indeed a method of cultivation called "Spirit Stabilization" or "Spiritual Travel." According to the fragment, this is a necessary journey for embarking on the path of cultivation.

Unfortunately, this only contains this one method of calming the mind, which, according to the description, seems to be a guided meditation technique.

Apart from that, this fragment is completely incomplete.

Thinking of this, Song Feng sighed helplessly, then turned his gaze to the tattered page in front of him:
"Fine, fine, I'll just follow how this world evolves. At least it won't be too much of a rip-off."

"As long as I can seize the moment of spiritual revival and become one of the first to enter that reviving barbaric world, I should be able to survive to the end."

"Although we may not be able to stay at the top forever, as long as we seize the initial opportunity and get ahead, we should be fine."

"With the revival of spiritual energy, there will definitely be all sorts of chosen ones. I am merely a native of this world, more of a passerby, so I am not particularly outstanding."

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. Since our strength isn't yet sufficient to dominate this era, let the many chosen ones of destiny emerge in this world bear the brunt.

And so, Song Feng brought this tattered page to his study.

Look carefully.

The study was very quiet, and the surroundings looked as if they were made with perfect soundproofing materials.

Even if someone shouts loudly in the study or turns the music up to the maximum volume, no one outside the study can hear them, even if they are just one door away.

"With this study, I can at least have a place for seclusion. Entering a meditative state, maintaining stillness, and then letting my mind wander—that's not a big problem for me, is it?"

Looking at the guidance on the tattered page, Song Feng silently recited the scriptures and vaguely began to visualize his spiritual platform.

It doesn't take a while.

Song Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion in the study, suddenly became quiet, and his breathing became intermittent.

More than an hour passed.

"call……"

When Song Feng opened his eyes, he exhaled a deep breath, and the breath lingered even three feet away.

Exhaling the stale air from his chest, Song Feng suddenly revealed a slight smile:
"I knew it. It's just a matter of entering a meditative state. It's a small problem. But entering a meditative state can also regulate qi and blood and nourish the body, which is indeed good news in this day and age."

An hour passed in a single meditative state. During this time, his breath came and went, and the blood and qi in his body began to slowly subside.

There was a vitality emanating from within the person, as if it were thriving within the body, as if something had been activated after entering a meditative state.

Although the spiritual energy reviving in the world was only a wisp, Song Feng could still vaguely sense the difference in this world after entering meditation.

more importantly.

With this spark of inspiration, one can gradually absorb different kinds of energy during meditation and nourish it into the body.

Although the world today is only experiencing a spiritual revival, slowly absorbing vital energy to nourish the body is already enough.

After gently swaying his body to loosen up, Song Feng went into the kitchen.

Upon closer inspection, all that could be seen in the various pots in his large kitchen were braised pork hocks, large fish and meat dishes, and nourishing soups.

Look at all this food! So much grain, even if we called three or five strong men, they probably couldn't finish it all.

However, having just finished his meditation, Song Feng felt a hunger stirring in every cell of his body:

"It's always better to be prepared."

Thinking of this, he opened the pot lid to let it cool down, and then coolly stuffed the pork knuckle, pig's trotters and other things into his mouth.

Although he is still a mortal and cannot chew so many bones, he is an expert at eating meat, swallowing it down in a single gulp.

After entering a meditative state, the body is extremely in need of energy and digests rapidly, to the point that it devours all the meat, soup, and medicine in the entire kitchen.

"Phew...that feels good! If I can maintain this state for a few more days, I can then start preparing for the incense offering and spiritual journey."

He let out a breath, rubbed his stomach, and then took his car keys, opened the door, and drove to the nearest funeral street.

The funeral parlor was far from him.

Haicheng is a big city, and he owns a house and a car. His house is in a good location, so if he wants to find a funeral street, he naturally has to go to the outer city.

"Drip!"

After stopping the car, Song Feng opened the door and got out.

Just then, a burly man was seen frowning as he looked at the funeral street, seemingly hesitant.
"With so many funeral supply stores, where should I buy good incense?"

Just then, Song Feng walked past him, but as he passed by, he glanced at the burly, square-faced man in surprise:

"When spiritual energy is reviving, it is true that all the chosen ones are emerging. I never expected to encounter such a lucky person just by coming to buy some incense."

"Although this child has not yet entered a meditative state, he was able to obtain the Divine Guidance Method at the very beginning of the spiritual revival, so his future achievements will definitely not be bad."

Just as Song Feng walked past Wang Ming, he saw the burly Wang Ming pause for a moment, then speak softly to Song Feng:
"Dude, you seem to know this street pretty well. Do you know which of these shops sells the best incense?"

Wang Ming also obtained the Divine Guidance Method. Although it only covered the part about divine travel, it did record that to travel in the divine realm, one must have the assistance of suitable incense offerings.

When it comes to incense, Wang Ming's first thought is naturally the incense used for offerings, so where could you find more than on a funeral street? "Want to buy some incense? I suggest you buy a few of each kind to try them out. What's good might not be the most suitable."

At this point, Song Feng headed straight for the Zhizheng Incense Shop at the front.

Seeing Song Feng leave so decisively, Wang Ming was slightly taken aback. A fleeting thought seemed to flash through his mind, but it vanished in an instant:
"Buy a little of every kind of incense. The best ones aren't necessarily the most suitable, right? I feel like this guy is implying something."

"Forget it, I'll just buy a little of each kind of incense from every store. We're not short of money anyway, so there's no need to hesitate for so long."

Thinking of this, Wang Ming followed Song Feng directly into Zhizheng Incense Shop.

After all, this place is the closest to him.

Go in first to buy some incense, and then go to other places to choose some more.

Upon entering the shop, one sees that the modern incense shop no longer possesses the terrifying atmosphere of the past; instead, it is filled with high-tech products.

The paper figures and horses that used to be made by sticking paper figures in wastebaskets are now all made by machine. They look more exquisite, but they lack the rustic and eerie feeling of the past.

Song Feng even saw a lot of ghost money on the shelf, from various countries, as well as various small villas and cars, which completely put the funeral industry at the forefront.

The most outrageous.

There's a place where they're even selling paper tanks and paper figurines. Are they trying to lead an army to conquer the underworld?

Just as Song Feng arrived, the shopkeeper walked over with a smile and pointed to the paper offerings in front of him:
"Sir, would you like to buy some to take home? Our shop is the largest and most complete incense shop in Haicheng. There's nothing we can't make, only things you can't imagine."

"Only if you can make the request and give us time, we have a factory and can order it immediately. We can contract all kinds of air force aircraft carriers and all kinds of funeral styles."

"Even if you want an ancient funeral, we can do that, and we have those from every dynasty. Why don't you take a look and choose one?"

Seeing the store manager about to launch into a detailed introduction of their services, Song Feng waved his hand and then spoke to the store manager:
"I'm not here to buy paper offerings. I'm here to see if you have any suitable incense, preferably wood-based incense. Please bring out all the incense you have so I can choose."

Upon hearing Song Feng's words, the shop manager looked him up and down, noticing his designer clothes, and then went straight to the store to select various types of incense, placing them on the shelf and pushing them over.

Such a boastful tone, this must be a big client, we must treat them well.

Although Wang Ming arrived late, he was only a few seconds late, and he witnessed the entire process of Song Feng picking incense.

For a moment, Wang Ming, who looked like a burly and rough man, had a shrewd glint in his tiger-like eyes:
"This person doesn't look like an ordinary person. They're here to choose incense, and they're all picking and choosing all kinds of incense. Could it be that this person also has the same opportunity?"

Thinking of this, a glint flashed in Wang Ming's eyes. Without saying a word, he also walked over and began to choose.

Seeing Wang Ming approach, Song Feng ignored him and simply held the various incense sticks to his nose, taking a gentle sniff.
"Give me two pounds of this type of mugwort fragrance to take away."

After smelling all the spices, Song Feng turned his gaze to a stick of incense in front of him that was sprinkled with gold and looked very hard.

Seeing Song Feng carefully select the gold-flecked incense sticks, the shopkeeper's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he then said:
"Sir, this mugwort incense is made by a master craftsman using aged mugwort and sandalwood powder. Each stick is not cheap. Are you sure you want two pounds?"

"Let's make this clear beforehand, this incense stick costs two thousand yuan. Only some spice enthusiasts come to our shop to buy this kind of incense, so don't say I'm lying to you later."

Two thousand yuan for a single stick of incense, especially such a thin one, is quite an outrageous price compared to other incense of the same type.

The store manager was also somewhat helpless.

Back then, I thought this thing was a handmade item, supposedly made by a master craftsman, so I bought a batch. But who would have thought I couldn't sell them?

"Then don't take just two jin. The incense is of good quality. Take a hundred sticks first, and come back for more if you need them later."

Looking at the spice in his hand and sensing its harmonious aroma, Song Feng nodded. He believed that the journey to the spirit with this fragrance should be very successful.

Others might choose spices based on what suits them, but Song Fengfeng is different. He has to choose the flavors he likes. For him, wandering in the mind is just a natural progression.

"...One hundred?"

Upon hearing Song Feng's words, the shop manager gasped, then hurriedly grabbed a large box, filled it with a hundred sticks, and handed it over.

"Sir, if you would like more, we can deliver it to your home. Please accept this business card."

This wiped out most of their store's inventory in one go; it's practically a living god of wealth!

After buying the items, Song Feng simply picked them up and left, not paying much attention to Wang Ming.

After Song Feng left, Wang Ming took a closer look at the incense Song Feng had bought, then pointed to all the boxes and boxes in the shop and said:
"Please keep ten of this incense sticks for me, and five of each of the other incense sticks for me to take with me. If this purchase is successful, I will order from your store from now on."

……

The incense burner was lit in the study, and the strong aroma of mugwort and a hint of sandalwood filled the room.

Just then, Song Feng, who was sitting cross-legged in the study, suddenly exhaled deeply. This exhalation was very deep and lasted for a quarter of an hour.

Just as Song Feng finished exhaling, his breathing became intermittent, and he even looked like he had no energy, as if he were a vegetable without consciousness.

Looking into the room where incense smoke drifted, one could see that within the room, a kind of energy seemed to be gathering the many incense sticks together.

The faint glow of the burning incense sticks gathered together, resembling a human figure.

Looking out from a unique perspective, watching his thoughts move with the help of numerous incense sticks, Song Feng lunged towards the outside of the wall:
"brush!"

The next moment, all that could be seen was his thought, carrying a great deal of incense smoke, passing through the wall. Even in broad daylight and under the scorching sun, he was not afraid at all.

This is the peculiarity of the divine guidance method: what gathers incense is thought, which is not afraid of sunlight or other objects.

As his thoughts returned to his body, it seemed as if a great deal of incense smoke flowed into Song Feng's body, instantly strengthening his aura.

Slowly opening his eyes, Song Feng then spoke softly:
"The spiritual journey is complete. Now we just have to wait for that wild world full of spiritual energy to open. I wonder what kind of excitement it will bring then."

(End of this chapter)