Chapter 235 Practice This [Please Vote]

After fifty-six years of hardening one's heart, one day the sword is revealed and the path to immortality is opened.

It was as if a fairy gate had opened, and countless spiritual energy swarmed in, forming thousands of miles of rays of light, washing over Jiang He's body.

His skin has changed from dry to plump, and the old age has faded from his body. Only his long gray hair and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes tell the story of the past.

His momentum is rising steadily.

First level, third level, fifth level...

The speed of growth is enough to make anyone stunned.

On the nearby mountains, Master Wentian was attracted by the strange sight of rays of light and looked from a distance.

But he saw in Tianwen City, as if there was a peerless sword, slowly unsheathed, blooming with brilliance, making him involuntarily close his eyes for fear of burning his eyes.

His mind was shaken, and an unbelievable thought came to his mind.

"Is there anyone in Tianwen City who is becoming an immortal?"

Not only Wentian Sect.

Thousands of miles of rays of light come from the ends of the earth and sweep across the sky. Even mortals can see this vision clearly, let alone the immortal sects from all over the world.

Qingcheng Taoist, Wuyue Zhenxiu, Jishi Yinshen, Tiannan Sect Leader...

One by one, the Mahayana monks looked along the rays of light and seemed to see long swords unsheathed and knocking open the immortal gate. They were shocked and lost their voices.

They stood up involuntarily, soared into the clouds and mist, and followed the glow, hoping to pursue the truth.

Tianwen City.

The old man sat opposite, closer than anyone else.

He has been in charge of dreams and observed Jiang He for fifty-six years, and knows everything better than anyone else.

That's why.

He was more shocked than anyone.

"Even Mahayana monks, once they are completely immersed in a dream, will forget their past lives and become a mortal before waking up."

"Even if you embark on the path of spiritual practice again, you will not have any past experience, it will be like starting from scratch."

"Did he break this iron rule, awaken the method beyond dreams, and re-enter the path of spiritual practice?"

Countless information flowed into the old man's heart.

"No……"

"His consciousness is still sleeping, and his memory is drowned in the depths of dreams. Only his true heart is manifested as a human being and walks in the world..."

"What's more, even if he awakens to the method outside of dreams, he can't hide it from my perception and practice it secretly."

The old man suddenly understood.

Jiang He did not awaken the memory of his past life, nor did he learn the Dharma.

After asking for fifty-six years, his bright Taoist heart was not only not stained with dust, but went through a lot of tempering and fully bloomed with brilliance——

Just like gods and immortals entering a dream, they will not be manipulated by others, but will become the master of the dream.

This transparent Dao heart, which is comparable to that of an immortal god, also dyes the dream with his color, making the dream path surrender to his will, follow his thoughts, and evolve.

When he wants to forge his own path.

The road appeared in front of him.

That's all.

Even if the old man is the creator of the dream, he cannot forcefully reverse everything against his will——

He could do that, but the dream would be torn apart and shattered on the spot.

"The way of dreams depends on will."

"He has a fairy-like will and believes that this place is reality, so the dream world surrenders to him and follows his truth..."

The old man looked at Jiang He with a complicated expression.

He is the creator, controller, and master of dreams.

At the same time, it is also the dream itself.

Now the last trace of his dream follows Jiang He's will.

"Deep in my heart, I admire his Taoist heart so much. Do I want to pursue his will..."

"yes……"

"If I had such a Taoist heart back then, I wouldn't have drowned in a dream..."

With a long sigh, the old man disappeared like smoke.

…

To ordinary people, the rays of light are just a strange celestial phenomenon.

However, the immortal cultivators could feel the astonishing sword intent contained in it. Looking from a distance, they were frightened by the sharp edge and found it difficult to approach.

Even the leader of Wentian Sect, as a Mahayana cultivator, stopped outside Tianwen City and did not dare to enter.

It was not until half a day later that the glow dissipated, that he tried to enter the city to find the source of the vision.

However, when he came to the teahouse at the center of the "storm", he only saw some ordinary teagoers, not the fairy dust people he imagined.

Just when Wentian Sect Master was confused, a breath flew from outside the city and turned into a red-robed Taoist.

"Blood River Demon..."

Master Wentian's eyes were sharp.

The blood refining method practiced by this red-robed Taoist can rely on the blood of living beings to nourish one's own blood, improve the qualifications of the bones, etc., and has many effects.

He slaughtered all the people in this way, forming a rolling river of blood. Based on this, he established the Blood River Sect and made many enemies.

With these ferocious demons appearing here, the Wentian Sect Leader was ready to fight.

However, the red-robed Taoist waved his hand.

"I have no intention of becoming an enemy of Wentian Sect, I just came after Xiaguang..."

"Ask Master Tian, ​​do you know the truth about Xiaguang?"

After hearing what Chipao Taoist said, Master Wentian felt a little relieved.

He was not sure about taking down this devil. It would be great if he could avoid trespassing.

"When the glow appeared earlier, I was practicing in seclusion. I didn't dare to enter the city until the glow dissipated. I don't know any more than you know."

"oh?"

The red-robed Taoist narrowed his eyes and did not believe the answer from Master Wentian.

"This city is right at the foot of Wentian Sect. If something happens, how could you not know about it?"

"Could it be that the ray of light is actually an immortal sword appearing in the world? You approached the water tower and put it away first, hoping to swallow the immortal treasure for yourself?"

Master Wentian's eyes gradually turned cold.

"The devil is the devil. This sect leader is kind enough to break up with you, but you are slandering me."

"Don't say that there is no such thing as an immortal treasure..."

"Even if an immortal treasure is really born, since it is in Tianwen City and belongs to our sect, how can you covet it?"

The red-robed Taoist only listened to the second half, and his eyes lit up.

"Okay, there is indeed a treasure!"

"..."

Master Wentian was speechless for a moment.

Is there something wrong with this devil's mind?

However, before he could get angry, a voice came from afar.

As the smoke and clouds gathered, the man in gray robe stood beside the two of them.

"The immortal treasure has appeared in this world? Can you let me have a look?"

The appearance of the man in gray robe is just the beginning.

Auras flew from the sky and landed in Tianwen City.

"Fellow Taoists, don't be anxious. Why don't you sit down and chat slowly?"

"Amitabha, this precious ray of light may be related to my Buddha."

"..."

I saw Mahayana monks arriving at Tianwen City one after another.

Sect Leader Wentian began to sweat on his forehead.

broken.

Whether it is the Blood River Demon, the Taoist True Monarch, or the Buddhist monk.

The paths chosen may be different, but the ultimate goals are quite the same.

Become an immortal, become a Buddha, be free and transcendent.

Because of this, they were all attracted by the thousands of miles of rays of light, and hurried to Tianwen City, wanting to know the truth——

If someone really crosses the gate of heaven and becomes an immortal.

Just knowing this matter is enough to dissipate the hesitation in their hearts, strengthen their Taoism, and greatly increase the possibility of breakthrough.

But if they can't see the immortal in their imagination, their thinking will also change.

"Xiaguang is real. Since there are no immortals, there is only one possibility left."

"The Immortal Treasure is born!"

"Damn it, it's just that there is a fairy treasure, but there is nothing."

"There's no way these people believe what I say..."

"What should we do..."

Master Wentian was angry and panicked.

Even if he is a Mahayana monk, he can't defeat so many monks of the same realm, and he can't produce any immortal treasures.

At this time, there were more than ten Mahayana monks in Tianwen City.

The exchange of words between them was just a collision of momentum, and when it spread out, it caused the heaven and earth to change, dark clouds gathered, and thunder roared loudly.

As if they sensed something bad, a large number of birds started flying in the city and flew towards the mountains and forests.

The horses in the city also became restless, bumping back and forth in the stables, causing bloody injuries.

There were no passers-by on the streets, and the tea drinkers had already dispersed.

There was only one table left against the wall, where a dusty middle-aged man with gray hair was still sitting still, seemingly sleeping with his eyes closed.

However, the aura confrontation between the Mahayana monks was too close.

He seemed to feel a little discomfort, frowned slightly, and opened his eyes.

In an instant, a million-foot-high ray of light shone from his eyes, breaking through the dark clouds, breaking through the sky, and shining into the hearts of several Mahayana monks not far away.

Master Wentian once again faced the astonishing sword intent, and his breath froze.

"Damn it! There is no fairy treasure at all!"

"The Rishi is sitting there!"

In fact, the glow only lasted for an extremely short time before dissipating again.

The middle-aged man has also returned to his ordinary appearance - his hair is gray, his eyes are wrinkled, his clothes are stained by the dust, and he is no different from those travelers who have been wandering for many years.

Only in his eyes, there seemed to be a river of stars flowing, extremely bright.

His eyes swept over the Mahayana monks and did not stop at their luxurious clothes. Instead, he was surprised that all the tea guests in the building had dispersed.

I found that the tea in the cup had gone cold and the old man was nowhere to be found.

He took out the money and put it on the table, got up and left.

Seeing that this man was about to leave, under the eyes of several Mahayana monks, Master Wentian stepped forward and spoke respectfully.

"Senior, wait a minute!"

"um, I?"

The middle-aged man stopped, slightly confused.

Master Wentian nodded quickly.

Although the middle-aged man in front of him was no match for any strong person in his memory.

However, he knew very clearly that the person in front of him might have broken through the Mahayana realm!

"Yes, I dare to ask, senior, have you become an immortal?"

"Become an immortal?"

Jiang He shook his head and said to the strange young man in front of him who was dressed in luxurious clothes.

"You admit it wrong, I am not an immortal."

Not an immortal?

Master Wentian asked immediately.

"Then may I ask what state you are in now?"

"..."

Jiang He was silent for a moment.

He really couldn't answer this question.

Not long ago, when he decided to carve out his own path, his past experiences and experiences came to mind——

It is true that he who has lost his memory, no matter how much understanding he has, no matter how high his state of mind, without in-depth contact with spiritual practice, he cannot immediately create an extremely perfect method.

But this is a dream.

When he chose to pursue the dream path, it was like destiny. All the methods contained in this world were dismantled and broken into pieces of information, integrated into his experience and state of mind.

Just as Lu Rong said.

He needed a way, and a way appeared.

He naturally embarked on this path, and the power of heaven and earth followed, and his strength continued to increase.

Now that he has digested this method, he has completely entered the path of cultivation. Compared with before, his strength is undoubtedly a world of difference.

But to what extent...

He didn't know.

After all, the only person he could use as a reference was himself during the period when Qi was introduced into his body.

"After introducing the Qi into the body..."

"Maybe it's Qi training?"

Jiang He guessed.

His understanding of the realm of cultivating immortals is limited to easy-to-understand numerical levels such as one, two, three, four, and five.

Not much is known about the detailed nouns formed based on the practice process.

I only know that after entrainment comes Qi training...and finally Mahayana.

There seems to be some foundation building in the middle.

He felt that he should have become much stronger, so he added.

"It could also be foundation building."

"..."

You are building the foundation of nm.

If you build the foundation, wouldn’t it mean that I, a majestic Mahayana monk, can’t even do Qi training?

Jiang He saw the expression of the young man in fine clothes, guessed what he was thinking, and smiled.

"Looking at the way fellow Taoist is dressed, are you a monk from the Wentian Sect?"

"To be honest, I don't know what state I am in now... Can you please give me some advice from fellow Taoists?"

With Jiang He's previous status, it was impossible to meet Mahayana monks even if he visited various sects.

He didn't know the identity of the leader of Wentian Sect.

The leader of the Wentian Sect also didn’t know his background.

At this time, Master Wentian looked at this weird middle-aged man and felt that he was in great trouble——

The strength of the opponent is unknown, and his character is unknown. If he turns against him, it will be disastrous.

When he turned around, he found that the Blood River Demon and other Mahayana monks had left at some point, and he could no longer blame them.

I had no choice but to agree.

"Senior, please."

…

Ask Tianzong.

After three days of discussions, Master Wentian breathed a sigh of relief.

He discovered that this immortal cultivator named Jiang He did not cross the ladder of immortality and become an immortal as he imagined.

Still considered a mortal.

Of course, this is just talking about realm.

In terms of strength, Ega is incredibly strong.

When the rays of light lit up, the ultimate sword energy spurted out, and Wentian Sect Master tried all methods, but could not resist it.

He could only watch helplessly as the rays of light shattered his body-protecting energy, and death was close at hand.

Luckily it stopped.

Master Wentian finally couldn't help but ask.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, what kind of magic is this ray of light? How can it be so powerful?"

"Isn't that what true immortals are like?"

"This is the light that was born from my Taoist heart and protects me in my pursuit of the Tao."

Jiang He spread his hands, and the glow fell on his palms, like a sword or a stick, hazy and dreamy.

He spoke.

"I have been bothering you for several days, and the sect leader patiently answered my question. I am very grateful."

"Although your lord only asks about heaven and earth, not his own heart, or world affairs... he rarely does any evil deeds."

"I hope that after I leave, the sect master can restrain the disciples."

"Since you have chosen to be an outsider and live alone, then you should completely retreat into the mountains and forests, and don't ask about the world of mortals again."

When Jiang He suddenly said such words, Master Wentian didn't take it to heart. He asked curiously.

"Where are you going, Fellow Daoist Jiang?"

The rays of light dispersed and the figures disappeared.

There were only a few sounds in the ears of Master Wentian.

"Wandering for fifty-six years, now a road is being opened..."

"It's natural to practice this."