Spiritual energy resurgence? My former empress wife has also revived!

A BMW X sedan was driving on a road in Qiantang City, heading towards Shannan Cemetery.

Yin Hang was driving, while Qin Zijun sat in the passenger seat, playing on her phone and searching for any traces related to the revival of spiritual energy.

A man in Qinglan City claims to have encountered a zombie.

A "celestial being" was spotted chasing a strange beast at Donghu Park.

Laughter emanating from abandoned hospital raises suspicions of "ghost children".

There are many such news stories, but no one believes them; they are all treated as rumors.

In the modern online media environment, if a major event truly occurs, it is absolutely impossible to keep it completely hidden.

This shows that the extraordinary power is still hidden and is being secretly controlled by the government. Ordinary people have not noticed that the world around them has changed.

Judging from Yin Hang's aura at the first level of body tempering, he must have joined a government department by chance and signed a confidentiality agreement.

"In this final life, I have indeed traveled back in time, but in my past life I was an ordinary person and couldn't notice these changes."

Qin Zijun pondered.

The weather is not good today; it's gloomy and seems like it could rain at any moment.

The BMW drove into Shannan Cemetery.

The roads in the cemetery were damp, and there was a faint dampness in the air.

Lush cedars line both sides of the road, and rolling hills can be seen in the distance. Although the hills are not high, they are also lush and green.

Qin Zijun sensed it for a moment.

This is in the suburbs, and the quality of spiritual energy is better than in the city, but it's not exactly a blessed land. Because it's a cemetery, there's still a strong yin energy.

After parking the car, Qin Zijun climbed the mountain according to the location her cousin had told her, with Yin Hang following closely behind.

Before long, the two arrived at a tombstone.

Father, Qin Wu; Mother, the tomb of Wang Gui.

Qin Zijun held the fruit and stood quietly in front of the tombstone, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

After a long while, Qin Zijun spoke in a voice only he could hear: "When I become an Immortal Venerable for Ten Thousand Generations and attain true immortality, I will go to find your reincarnations."

"If you have the talent for cultivation, I will give you an opportunity; if not, I will give you worldly wealth and honor, which can be considered as repaying the karma of this life."

After all,

Qin Zijun placed the fruit as an offering, then respectfully lit three incense sticks and bowed three times.

Yin Hang also offered incense and bowed, saying, "Uncle and Aunt, may you rest in peace. Brother Qin is like a brother to me. When I become successful in the future, I will definitely bring Brother Qin along to share in the wealth."

Qin Zijun's realm is close to the "Tao," and he can tell the truth or falsehood of what people say as soon as he hears it.

Yin Hang's words came from the bottom of his heart, were sincere, and contained not a trace of falsehood.

He smiled to himself, realizing that having such a friend in his first and last life was truly a rare privilege.

If I were just an ordinary person, I might actually be able to make something of myself with Yin Hang's help.

After paying respects to his parents, Yin Hang drove Qin Zijun back to the city.

On the way, Yin Hang glanced at Qin Zijun, who was playing on her phone in the passenger seat.

Qin Zijun placed her phone on her lap, looked up, and said, "Why are you looking at me?"

"Um...it's nothing, it's just that I feel you've changed a lot, Brother Qin. How should I put it, you seem to have a very otherworldly air about you now, like those monks."

"Brother Qin, you were the most handsome guy in our school from junior high to college, and now I think you're even more handsome."

Yin Hang gave a thumbs up, carefully choosing his words as he spoke indistinctly about Qin Zijun's changes.

Qin Zijun laughed and said, "After such a big disaster, lying in bed for three months, there must have been some changes in my mindset. As for becoming more handsome, I guess that's what they call 'the face reflects the heart.'"

Putting aside everything else, the Qin family certainly has good looks; everyone in the family is handsome or beautiful.

Qin Zijun has been popular with girls since she was a child, and since junior high school, girls have been confessing their feelings to her all the time.

He was also going through puberty at the time, and was curious about girls. He changed girlfriends quite a few times, which is commonly known as being a "scumbag".

Yin Hang sighed heavily: "Brother Qin, it would be so much better if you were a girl. You would definitely be a great beauty. We're childhood sweethearts, and I already have a boyfriend."

Qin Zijun rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Should I buy you a plane ticket to Sichuan right now?"

"No, no, I'd rather not!"

As the two chatted and laughed, the car entered the city and encountered a traffic jam.

"Brother Qin, you've lost your job. When are you planning to look for a new one?"

"No rush, I want to rest for a while."

"Yeah, you almost became a vegetable, you really need to relax. Sigh, the place I work in just doesn't allow internal referrals, otherwise I would definitely have recommended you there, the benefits there are amazing."

Just as he finished speaking, Yin Hang's phone rang.

Upon seeing the caller ID, he quickly answered, "Brother Peng, is there something you need?"

"Now you want me to go over there? Okay, I'll go right now."

Yin Hang hung up the phone, looked at Qin Zijun awkwardly, and scratched his head: "My workplace is looking for me, Brother Qin, I guess I can't take you home."

Qin Zijun smiled faintly and said, "It's alright, just leave me here. I don't want to go home for the time being, so I'll just wander around a bit."

"Okay, I'll leave you here. Call me if anything happens. I'll treat you to a nice meal this weekend to get rid of the bad luck."

The BMW stopped on the side of the road, and Qin Zijun got out of the car, watching Yin Hang drive into the traffic.

Qiantang City is economically developed and is also a tourist city, with Donghu Lake being a well-known landmark in the Xia Dynasty.

No matter the time, there are tourists from all over the country here.

Qin Zijun followed the crowd to the famous tourist attraction, East Lake, and strolled along the lakeside.

The crowd was bustling and jostling, with the sounds of children laughing and adults shouting filling the air.

Qin Zijun walks in the mortal world, yet seems to transcend it. His ethereal and otherworldly temperament even attracted several young ladies dressed in ancient costumes who wanted to take photos with him and even add him on WeChat.

Qin Zijun smiled as she perceived the troubles of the world, glancing occasionally at the roadside bushes or the bottom of the lake.

With this spiritual energy reviving, should I find a white snake here and help her cultivate into a demon?

After walking for an unknown amount of time without finding the white snake, he followed the crowd into the secluded temple.

This is a temple with a history of 1,700 years. It is quite famous in the Xia Kingdom, and there are even legends that the fate of the nation is enshrined here.

However, Qin Zijun knew at a glance that it was fake, not real.

This place has no national destiny, but it attracts many tourists.

Qin Zijun mingled in the crowd, visiting one Buddhist temple after another, purely as a tourist.

After Qin Zijun left the crowd and walked to a quiet corner, an old monk in a kasaya walked towards him.

The old monk sized up Qin Zijun a few times, then said with a kind expression, "Esteemed benefactor, this old monk sees that you have an affinity with Buddhism and good potential. Would you be willing to come to my secluded temple to cultivate?"

These words made Qin Zijun feel dazed, as if she had returned to that life.

He also carefully examined the old monk and was surprised.

This old monk actually cultivated an inner elixir, also known as the golden elixir!

Although in Qin Zijun's view, the Golden Core stage could barely be considered the beginning of cultivation.

But in this period of spiritual revival, it is no easy feat to cultivate a Golden Core; this old monk is a master.

Qin Zijun glanced at the secluded temple and nodded secretly.

interesting.

He shook his head and refused, saying, "I appreciate the master's kindness, but I don't want to become a monk. I still have to carry on my family line."

"Furthermore, Master, this temple is now being called a den of iniquity online. The abbot of Shaolin Temple was just arrested not long ago. You're not a fraud, are you?"

The old monk's face darkened, and he muttered, "What kind of temple is that Shaolin Temple? It's just a commercial enterprise. This place is for genuine cultivation!"

He wasn't lying. Qin Zijun was certain that he was a true cultivator, and had even reached the Golden Core stage!

The old monk offered a few words of advice.

Seeing that Qin Zijun was stubborn and unwilling to become a monk, the old monk didn't say anything more, but simply handed her a business card: "If you want to become a monk in the future, you can add this WeChat to contact me."

Qin Zijun took the business card, which had the four characters "Lingjue Zen Master" on it, and his position was abbot of the hermitage.

Good heavens, is this what modern spiritual practitioners are like?

Keep up with the times!

Master Lingjue performed a Buddhist salute, then took his leave.

Qin Zijun staggered away from the temple.

Looking at this grand temple, one of the few in the Xia Kingdom, he chuckled inwardly: "This Zen Master Lingjue wasn't wrong after all. In one of my past lives, I was born a Buddhist, so I guess I have a connection with Buddhism."

Qin Zijun's eyes seemed to pierce through endless time and space, seeing images flashing by in the void.

The final image focuses on a smiling young girl in a purple dress and white jacket, with a hint of mischievousness in her voice.

"Little monk, why won't you look at me?"

Qin Zijun withdrew her gaze. Throughout countless lifetimes, there are always a few lifetimes that leave an indelible mark on one's heart.

He sighed softly, "Miss Jiang, I wonder what happened to you in the end."

"But even if you cultivated to the Taiqing Realm, established an unparalleled dynasty, and became the supreme empress, you would still be reduced to dust by now."

Even if you dominate the world and are invincible, you will not achieve immortality if you do not become an immortal. After ten thousand years, you will eventually turn into a handful of dust.

Qin Zijun cultivated for countless lifetimes just to take that final step that no one in history had ever taken.

With a thought, Qin Zijun saw the Book of Immortals appear before him.

"I had planned to spend this last life as a mortal, but this world is more complicated and dangerous than I imagined, and there are some people with whom I have karmic ties."

"Without the power to protect you, you might regret it in the future."

The most important thing for a cultivator is naturally their spiritual realm, but without the power to protect them, they can easily be harmed by external forces, resulting in their death and the dissipation of their spiritual power.

The so-called protective power is supernatural power.

The Book of Immortals has a unique ability: if one writes down one's past life experiences and allows others to see and retain that knowledge, one can gain the abilities of that past life.

In the past, Qin Zijun rarely used this ability.

But now he has decided to reclaim the power he possessed in a past life and uphold his own path.

"Using this ability in modern society is easy. I just need to write down my experiences from that life and publish it as a novel. Maybe I can even earn some royalties?"

At that moment, out of the corner of her eye, Qin Zijun saw a Maybach driving out of the back gate of the hermitage.

With his eyesight, he could see that Master Lingjue was wearing sunglasses and driving the million-dollar Maybach onto the street.

His lips twitched; these modern cultivators were truly different.