The myth begins with the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 12 Lotus Pond
Time is like running water.

Several years passed in the blink of an eye.

After another night of practice.

Ding Lin felt the lively demonic energy in his body, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his fish eyes. Compared with the previous ten years, his improvement in Taoism in this year was undoubtedly on the fast track.

The demonic energy increased from eighteen strands to thirty strands.

Thirty years of practice.

My stomach is rumbling with hunger.

Ding Lin approached a lotus leaf and took a big bite. Then he swam obediently to the side of the small pond and dived to the bottom of the water to digest it silently.

Countless attempts and failures throughout the year.

Ding Lin finally gave up his delusions. He found that the lotus leaf would only allow him to take a bite when he was hungry, or in other words, he would not be allowed to approach the lotus leaf if he had any bad intentions.

Well, you may have some small thoughts when you are hungry, but more often it is just to fill your stomach, driven by the thought of eating, for the sake of survival.

This spiritual root should have no thoughts, but it has another unique mechanism to distinguish between good and evil.

Lotus leaves are like this.

The white lotus in the middle is even more extraordinary and even more strict.

After Ding Lin discovered that the lotus leaves recovered very quickly and would repair the gap within a quarter of an hour after he bit them, he also had some thoughts about the lotus. He wanted to take a bite of it when he was hungry, but he found that he couldn't even get close to it, let alone bite it.

If you are hungry, you can eat lotus leaves, but getting close to lotus flowers is pure malice.

This is the mechanism.

If you can’t eat it, then don’t eat it.

Contentment is always happy.

Just the abundant spiritual energy during practice and the nourishment of a mouthful of lotus leaves every day are already opportunities that cannot be found anywhere else.

Over the course of several years, Ding Lin's cultivation level nearly doubled, but his body not only did not grow larger, it even shrunk.

This is not degeneration, but rather the body is refined.

Although the size is smaller, the power contained within is greatly increased.

……

"rustle……"

Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the distance.

Ding Lin swam out of the water.

Sure enough, the female fairy servant appeared by the pool, still dressed in white. She seemed to be worried about something and slowly sat down in the small pavilion by the pool.

Ding Lin was floating on the edge of the pond, half of his body hidden in the lotus leaves, only his head exposed, looking at her.

"Here!"

The fairy maid threw something like a pill into the water with a casual move.

Ding Lin jumped and opened his mouth to swallow the pill. Then, with a "splash" sound, he fell back into the water. He blew a long string of bubbles towards the fairy maid as if to thank her, and then dived back to the bottom of the water.

"Little thing, take the benefits and leave, but it's also really realistic."

On the shore, the fairy maid seemed to smile, as if her worries were slightly reduced.

After diving back under the water, Ding Lin immediately swallowed the pill in his mouth. In the past year, the fairy servant had only come twice, and each time she would give him such a pill. He knew very well that it would take an hour to refine this pill, and this one hour could increase his cultivation by one year.

"You are really smart..."

On the shore, the fairy maid smiled.

But Ding Lin didn't listen to it. He closed his eyes and began to refine the pill. With the memories of his past life, he knew clearly that sometimes knowing more things is not a good thing.

Consciousness is withdrawn from reality.

The fairy maid paused, then began to mutter to herself. She mistook Ding Lin for a tree hole.

Who says gods don’t have worries?
On the shore and in the water.

On the shore, someone was slowly telling a story.

In the water, someone is practicing silently.

A final relief.

The other is to improve one's cultivation.

Although there is a fairy and a demon.

But all your words came out of your mouth and did not enter my ears.

This is the unspoken understanding between Ding Lin and the female fairy servant.

An hour later, when Ding Lin woke up from his meditation, there was no one around the pond, and his cultivation had reached thirty-one years.

……

Days go by.

The days in the lotus pond were as plain as the water in the pond, day after day, without any change, not even ripples. In the blink of an eye, another ten years had passed.

It is indeed as the female fairy servant said, few people come here.

At least, in these ten years, Ding Lin had not seen anyone other than the female fairy servant.

In the first few years, the fairy maids would still come several times a year like they did in the first year.

After that, fewer and fewer people came.

Starting from five years ago, I only came here once a year, and in the past two years I have not come at all. Maybe I forgot, or maybe I was delayed by other things.

Or maybe, he felt that Ding Lin's cultivation level was getting higher and higher and he was no longer suitable to be a tree hole.

Ding Lin didn't care. What he cared about was his own cultivation. The progress he could see every day made him intoxicated.

Now, relying on his daily diligent practice, plus the pills fed to him by the female fairy servants in the past few years.

Ding Lin's cultivation in Taoism has reached one hundred and fifty-two years.

However, I don’t know if it’s because of the lotus leaves it swallows every day, but its body size still remains the same as it did at the beginning, still only the size of a palm.

The body becomes more and more condensed.

Another night is about to pass.

The practice is over.

It is the darkest time before dawn.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed, as if splitting the sky and the earth, like thunder, or lightning. It was so sharp at that moment that Ding Lin felt like he saw a knife.

Then, the sound of heavy footsteps was heard.

Travel quickly.

"Third sister, I'm here."

The man was talking as he walked, and when he reached the lotus pond he suddenly stopped and uttered a light exclamation, probably because he had discovered Ding Lin. Ding Lin huddled in a corner, feeling a strong sense of oppression coming from that man. Although it was not intentional, it was unbearable for him.

Fortunately, the energy flashed, and the man just took a glance and then strode towards the main hall in front.

A green light flashed.

A figure walked out of the temple, crossed a distance of a hundred feet in just one step, and stopped one foot away from the visitor.

Blocking the way forward.

Shrouded in a halo, his face could not be seen clearly.

But her figure is slender and delicate, probably a female fairy.

Two rays of light, one gold and one blue.

Standing opposite each other.

"..."

Speechless for a moment.

The person who came seemed to be overwhelmed and hurriedly stopped moving forward. The aura around him dissipated, revealing his true face.

But he was a young man with a thin figure and handsome face.

There was a flattering smile on his face, but there was a vertical eye between his forehead, which seemed a little incongruous.

Vertical eyes...

In the pool, Ding Lin's eyes suddenly widened.

This is……

Erlang Shen...

Yang Jian?

He called her the third sister and said this was Mount Hua, so who was this female fairy...

Three Holy Mothers...

Yang Chan?

Yang Chan was still surrounded by fairy light.

"Wang!"

Behind Yang Jian, a big yellow dog suddenly jumped out and immediately dived into Yang Chan's fairy light.

The spiritual light flickered, and in the hazy light and shadow, Yang Chan seemed to lean over and touched the big dog's forehead affectionately twice.

"Woooo..."

Big dog.

It should be Roaring Sky Dog whimpering comfortably.

(End of this chapter)