Shrouding the Sky: The System Arrived Thirty Years Early

All the villagers stared in disbelief at the large hole in the bluestone.

In that instant, they didn't even realize what had happened. They only saw a flash of golden light before their eyes, and then a large hole was torn open in the blue stone!

This method is extraordinary and unconventional, just like the bandit leader of Qingfeng Mountain, who is a cultivator of immortality!

In an instant, all the villagers stared at Luo Qianqiu in terror, driven by instinctive awe.

The young man in the lead narrowed his eyes, but his face showed an expression of "I knew it."

He could tell that Luo Qianqiu had an extraordinary temperament, and when he saw him inquiring about the bandits of Qingfeng Mountain, he had a guess in his heart. Now, seeing the other party display extraordinary skills, it was just that his guess had come true.

The young man composed himself, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Your strength is extraordinary, sir. Although the leader of Qingfeng Mountain's methods are similar to yours, they are far less effortless and the speed and power of the divine iron chains seem to be inferior as well."

Luo Qianqiu's gaze sharpened, a new kind of pressure appearing in his eyes, as he stared at the young man and asked, "I want to hear the truth, not flattery."

"Every word I said is true; there is not a single lie." The young man spoke sincerely.

Upon hearing this, Luo Qianqiu withdrew his gaze, asked no further questions, and turned back to Old Man Zhou's courtyard.

After a while, the villagers began to stir, whispering among themselves, all talking about Luo Qianqiu.

No one expected that the person who wanted to stay the night was actually a legendary immortal cultivator!

At this moment, the villagers who refused Luo Qianqiu's request to stay overnight last night were filled with deep regret.

They missed the chance to form a connection with immortal cultivators, and now no matter what they do, they can't help but regret it.

Inside the room, Lin Jia looked curiously at Luo Qianqiu's fingers, unable to understand how that divine light had been emitted.

"Want to learn?" Luo Qianqiu asked with a light laugh.

"I want to learn," Lin Jia nodded honestly.

"I will teach you the basics of cultivation later. Only after you have learned them can you try to embark on the path of cultivation," Luo Qianqiu said.

As he spoke, he picked up his black hiking bag and took out two Buddhist artifacts: a broken conch shell and a vajra.

In this life, thanks to Luo Qianqiu's intervention, the Buddhist artifact was not destroyed and still retained a little divine power.

"You want to use Buddhist artifacts to deal with that bandit leader?" Lin Jia asked curiously.

Luo Qianqiu nodded: "I have now opened up the sea of ​​suffering, and the ancient scriptures I cultivate are the scriptures of Shakyamuni. They are of the same origin as these Buddhist artifacts. I want to try to nurture these two Buddhist artifacts with divine power to make their power even greater."

After speaking, he circulated the Shakyamuni Sutra, and a pale golden light emanated from his abdomen, enveloping the two incomplete Buddhist artifacts and drawing them into the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

"Huh?!" Lin Jia's beautiful eyes widened as she stared at the scene in disbelief.

"Is this... the legendary ability to contain Mount Sumeru within a mustard seed?" she asked in shock.

"You could say that, but it's not entirely accurate," Luo Qianqiu said softly, patting the bed as he said, "Sit down, let me explain some basic knowledge about cultivation to you."

Lin Jia sat down obediently, her beautiful eyes shining as she looked at Luo Qianqiu, her long eyelashes like two small fans, blinking every now and then.

"If you want to cultivate, you must understand what cultivation is!" Luo Qianqiu walked to the window, pointed to the clear blue sky outside, and asked, "What do you see?"

"Azure sky." Although Lin Jia didn't understand the meaning, she still expressed the answer in her heart.

"Besides that?" Luo Qianqiu continued to ask.

Lin Jia was puzzled. She looked at the sky again, still wondering what other mystery there was. She shook her head and said, "I don't know what else there is."

"And now?" Luo Qianqiu reached out and brushed away the golden sunlight that shone in.

Within the intense light, countless dust particles danced in the air, invisible under normal circumstances but clearly visible under the sunlight.

"You mean, dust?" Lin Jia asked uncertainly.

"It is dust, but it is also a world."

"One world?"

Luo Qianqiu nodded and said, "There is a Buddhist verse in the Avatamsaka Sutra: 'One flower, one world; one leaf, one Bodhi.' It means that even in the smallest things, there is a complete world."

"Similarly, the human body also contains countless 'doors,' like dust in the world. Cultivation is about discovering those doors, opening them, releasing their potential, and thus gaining boundless power."

Lin Jia seemed to understand, and murmured, "I get it. Cultivation is the process of opening doors, discovering the true 'me,' the me after all the 'doors' have been opened."

"That's right, but that's just the macroscopic view of cultivation. Knowing only this is useless. If you want to embark on cultivation, the first step is to find your own Wheel of Life," Luo Qianqiu said.

The Wheel of Life was yet another concept completely foreign to Lin Jia, but this time she didn't interrupt and chose to continue listening.

"Everything has a place of origin and birth, just like a tree. Every year, a ring will appear in the heart of the tree, which is also called an annual ring."

"In our human body, there is also such a thing, which is the root of vitality and contains the essence of the whole body. It is called the source wheel of life, or the wheel of life."

"The wheel of life also records the marks left by the years; with each passing year, a new mark is added to the wheel of life."

"Then how do we find the Wheel of Life, and where is it?" Lin Jia asked.

"It's below the navel. As for how to find it, I will use my divine power to guide you once you have a sufficient understanding of the basics of cultivation."

"You still need guidance? Didn't you find it yourself?"

"I am different because of the Crocodile Ancestor Divine Embryo. I already have a good understanding of cultivation, but you are different. You have no direction and need the help of outsiders."

Lin Jia nodded in realization, having gained a basic understanding of cultivation. At least she knew what cultivation was and where that all-powerful force originated.

Next, Luo Qianqiu began to explain the basics of cultivation to Lin Jia, speaking for almost half an hour before stopping. He then asked Lin Jia to think for herself and thoroughly understand what he had just learned.

The room returned to calm. After drinking a mouthful of divine spring water, Luo Qianqiu began to cultivate using the ancient scripture.

A pale golden light emanated from his abdomen, emanating a divine power that enveloped Luo Qianqiu—the purest and most pristine Buddhist light.

In the sea of ​​suffering, the two Buddhist artifacts resonated slightly, absorbing Luo Qianqiu's divine power at a very slow pace to replenish themselves.

There's a response!

Without a doubt, Luo Qianqiu was overjoyed at this moment, because in the memories of the Crocodile Ancestor Divine Embryo, both of these Buddhist artifacts were at the Saint King level.

It was only later that it broke and was corroded by the years that its power was greatly reduced.

Otherwise, even if these two Buddhist artifacts were incomplete, they could still unleash terrifying power, almost crushing all weapons below the level of sacred artifacts.

If such a treasure were to be completely destroyed, it would be a tremendous loss.

Fortunately, Luo Qianqiu's practice of the Shakyamuni Sutra can restore the power of the two Buddhist artifacts.