Chapter 228: Meeting Ci Yuan Ling Again (Third Update, Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket)

Huan Yin did not leave Jingzhou, but stayed temporarily in the suburbs of Jingzhou.

He could not go back to Yangzhou now, because even if he had the cultivation of Linghui and Bai Kui by his side, if Yijianfeng wanted to send someone to kill him, he would still have no resistance.

But where could he go? He wanted to take revenge and avenge his dead fellow disciples, but he simply did not have the ability. Moreover, he was afraid that he would not have the ability even if he cultivated for another thousand years. Because his enemy was Yijianfeng, the largest sect of immortal cultivation in Yangzhou.

"Young man, why bother?" Huan Yin was walking in the woods with Bai Kui, when suddenly, an old man's voice came from in front of him. The voice was a little strange. Although Huan Yin felt that it was transmitted through the sound transmission technique, he first received the voice with his ears, not his consciousness.

Huan Yin was startled. His consciousness was always scattered, but he did not feel the presence of anyone around him. This could only mean that this person's cultivation was higher than his, and he could appear here without being discovered by him.

Huan Yin followed the direction of the sound through a small forest and came to the shore of a small lake. In front of him, there was an old man wearing a bamboo hat, fishing leisurely.

Huan Yin looked at the old man. No matter how he used his spiritual sense to investigate, he could not feel any fluctuations in his cultivation from the old man, as if the old man was just a mortal. However, there was no one else nearby. Who else could have transmitted the sound just now except him?

Huan Yin wanted to use his spiritual sense to observe the old man's appearance, but he was stunned when he explored it. Because no matter how he investigated, there was a layer of shadow covering the old man's face, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

The old man had cultivation, and the words just now must have been conveyed by him. However, even when Huan Yin was just a young cultivator of Qi Condensation, he could feel the strong pressure of cultivation when facing Lan Tongtian. Now that he has reached the realm of spiritual wisdom, why can't he even sense the slightest fluctuation from the old man in front of him?

"Come and sit down, young man." The voice came from the front of Huan Yin, and it was indeed from the old man who was fishing.

Huan Yin bowed respectfully behind the old man, then walked forward and sat next to the old man. He finally saw the old man's appearance with his own eyes.

"Senior!" Huan Yin exclaimed, because he recognized this old man. This old man was the old man Ci Yuanling who showed Huan Yin the way when he was still confused before he entered the Tao. Without him, Huan Yin could not enter the Wuliang Gate, nor could he reach the current spiritual wisdom realm.

The old man did not look at Huan Yin, but still looked leisurely, focusing on his fishing float.

"You are making great progress." Ci Yuanling spoke in a gentle voice.

Huan Yin knew that Ci Yuanling was talking about his rapid progress in cultivation. It is true that there are probably not many people who can achieve the spiritual wisdom realm in twenty years and before the age of thirty in the whole land of Jiuzhou, not to mention that Huan Yin's spiritual wisdom is stronger than others. However, Huan Yin felt bitter in his heart, because no matter how strong his cultivation was, it could not resist the rough fate and the great hatred on his body.

"I have never been able to thank you in person for your kindness. Today, I have the opportunity to meet you again. I would like to express my gratitude to you." Huan Yin stood up again and thanked you respectfully. However, he was speechless. He didn't know what to say to the old man.

"Do you think the fish in this lake know where to swim?" Ci Yuanling spoke again.

Huan Yin felt that this question was a bit strange, but he still answered: "Of course they don't know."

"Then you think, there are so many fish in this lake, do they know how to get along with each other?" Ci Yuanling asked.

"Fish, of course, don't know anything." Huan Yin answered according to his own thoughts.

"Then how many fish do you think I can catch today?" Ci Yuanling's voice suddenly rose a few degrees.

Huan Yin thought that Ci Yuanling's cultivation was probably so profound that it was extremely terrifying. If he really wanted to fish, even if he caught all the fish in the lake today, it would probably be no problem. So, isn't it just a matter of his thoughts to catch as many as he wants?

This time, before Huan Yin could answer, Ci Yuan Ling had already laughed: "I see, you also want to go fishing. But your rod is not good enough." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled a big fat fish out of the lake, bringing up a splash of water.

You also want to go fishing! Huan Yin was shocked, and he finally understood what Ci Yuan Ling meant. Now his position is like the fish in the lake, not knowing where to swim, not knowing the direction of life, and not knowing who is good and who is evil among the companions around him, who can be associated with, and who should be alienated.

However, if he is the fisherman holding the fishing rod, everything in the lake will be in his sight, and which fish he wants to catch is just a matter of his own thoughts.

And to change from a fish to a fisherman, from a position of being at the mercy of others to dominating everything, what is needed is enough strength, and strength comes from unremitting efforts!

This time, Huan Yin stood up again, bowed respectfully to Ci Yuan Ling, and said, "Please show me a way forward, senior."

Ci Yuan Ling replied slowly, "If you are close to vermilion, you will be red; if you are close to ink, you will be black. If you want to become a fisherman, you should go to the place with the most fishermen."

"Thank you for your advice, senior!" Huan Yin quickly realized that the place Ci Yuan Ling was talking about was the Ziyin Sect in Yuzhou. There were many strong men there, the best in the nine states.

After thanking Ci Yuanling, Huan Yin suddenly remembered something. He quickly took out a glowing sphere from his storage bag and asked, "Senior, this thing is the soul of one of my junior brothers, but his soul is in a strange state and he can't enter the reincarnation cycle. Senior, do you know what happened to him?"

Ci Yuanling still didn't turn around, but was concentrating on fishing, but he said, "What you have in your hand is not a soul, but a spirit. I can feel the extremely powerful sword intent from it. I'm afraid that your junior brother was a sword spirit in his previous life, and after he died in his previous life, he didn't get a complete transformation in the reincarnation cycle, so he retained the sword spirit's spirit body and entered the human body with the spirit body as his soul."

"As for why he didn't enter the reincarnation cycle, I'm afraid there were many coincidences in his spirit body that made him stay."

"Then senior, can he be saved in this state?" Huan Yin asked anxiously.

Ci Yuanling nodded: "His spirit body is severely damaged, and his roots are hurt, so he can only sleep and protect himself. Moreover, the spirit body is yin, and it is impossible for him to wake up naturally in this human world with strong yang energy. If you want him to wake up, you have to nourish him with yin energy for a long time, and there will be hope after years and months."

Speaking of this, Ci Yuanling finally turned his head for the first time, looked at Huanyin seriously, and said kindly: "Go, you should be on the road."

Huanyin left, and he finally had a direction and saw hope.

Huanyin quickly integrated Xiaotian's spirit body into the Yin Sword. The Yin Sword was full of the power of the extreme yin, and Xiaotian happened to be a sword spirit, so letting him nourish and sleep there was the best choice.

Huanyin knew that the moment Xiaotian woke up, the truth would be revealed. Xiaotian would tell him everything that happened in Yangzhou, and with the truth, he would know what to do.

"Bai Kui, can you feel the fluctuation of cultivation from Senior Ci Yuanling?" Huan Yin asked Bai Kui as he walked on the road.

Bai Kui shook his head. In his eyes, Ci Yuanling was still just like a mortal.

Huan Yin smiled calmly. He had expected this result. Elder Ci Yuanling's cultivation was so deep that he could not understand it at all. Maybe one day when he could feel the fluctuation of cultivation from Ci Yuanling, he would be able to return to Yangzhou to avenge the sect.

Before leaving Jingzhou, Huan Yin went back to the Huan family.

After so many years, Lin'er had grown into a young man. With his continuous efforts in learning, he had considerable business talent and officially succeeded to the position of the head of the Huan family.

Several ladies in the Huan family were old, especially the eldest lady Zhu, who was bedridden for many years due to illness. Fortunately, even though she was seriously ill, she worked diligently for the Huan family. Finally, she assisted Lin'er to bring the Huan family back on the right track, and the Huan family began to prosper again.

Huan Yin was sincerely happy to see his family rise again. He stayed in Huan's house for three days. During these three days, he cured the illness of the eldest lady Zhu, gave several ladies many elixirs to prolong their lives, and passed on a book of "Qi Condensation" to him at Lin'er's request.

Three days later, when Huan Yin was about to leave and was sent out of the house by several ladies and Lin'er, he found that a small family had moved in opposite to Huan's house.

This small family was named Zhao, with only an elderly father and a righteous young daughter, Zhao He and Zhao Jingjing. It seems that Zhao He is used to seeking the truth in the ordinary, so he simply decided to hide in the mortal world. Although this cannot get abundant spiritual energy, it can get a heart as peaceful as water and a peaceful environment, which is enough.

When Huan Yin came out, Zhao's father and daughter were just outside in meditation. Naturally, they saw the benefactor who saved their father and daughter, and also saw that they had moved opposite the benefactor's secular family.

When Huan Yin's figure disappeared at the end of the street, the young man at the gate of Huan Mansion and the little girl of the Zhao family smiled at each other...