Chapter 827 [Dongming Tribe, Returning to the Roots]
"Master, my technique is only in the Qi refining stage. Can you give me the foundation building chapter?"
Song Jinliang looked at Xu Changan with longing!
Xu Changan shook his head and said: "No... you first go to Anxin to participate in this competition. After the competition, you have to enter the secret realm to hunt for treasures. I will give it to you when you return from the treasure hunt!"
There are cultivation limits for entering the secret realm.
Only disciples in the Qi refining stage can enter.
So Xu Changan didn't want Song Jinliang to break through.
"Okay!" Song Jinliang nodded obediently: "I will listen to the master!"
"Go!" Xu Changan waved his hand: "You don't have to practice hard these days. Go back and spend time with your parents!"
"Hey!" Song Jinliang left.
Xu Changan was still standing in the yard, looking up at the huge old tree in front of him. Snowflakes continued to fall, and the green old tree turned white at some point.
Xu Changan's whole body also turned white, like a snowman.
The monk's magic power is restrained and there is no excess energy to be released, so the snow falling on the body will naturally not melt.
When Li Chunyuan, the supreme elder of the Wenxian Sect, arrived, he was startled by Xu Changan's venerable appearance and said, "Senior, are you enlightening?"
Xu Changan moved slightly, and the snow on his body fell softly.
Behind Li Chunyuan was a monk at the golden elixir stage. This man was gray-haired and had reached the point where his oil was exhausted.
Xu Changan took a look at his cultivation and found that he was at the eighth level of the Golden Core stage.
It seems that it is impossible to break through to Nascent Soul in this life.
"Senior, this is our disciple of Wenxian Sect, named Long Jianyuan!" Li Chunyuan pointed at the old man and introduced.
"Oh!" Xu Changan nodded and said, "What's the matter?"
He didn't understand why a golden elixir disciple was looking for him.
"This..." Long Jianyuan looked at Xu Changan with some excitement, then knelt on the ground and said: "Disciple Long Jianyuan, let me bow to my senior!"
"Get up!" Xu Changan said: "There is no need to kneel down, you should just speak out!"
Li Chunyuan said: "Senior, let me say it for him. Long Jianyuan is a Jindan monk of our sect. He is also a disciple of my master and my junior brother. He has practiced here for more than four hundred years!"
"Now...his life is almost over!"
"He said that if it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to keep the legacy left by Master, so I have to come over and thank you no matter what!"
Xu Changan frowned: This... I have saved Wenxianmen for more than eight years, and you are just here to thank me now?
"That's it!" Li Chunyuan said: "My junior brother, he is a disciple of the Dongming tribe. There is a rule in their tribe called [The leaves fall back to their roots]. Every member of the Dongming tribe must return to their birthplace before dying. Go!"
"He's leaving!"
"So I want to come over and express my gratitude to you in person!"
Xu Changan was speechless.
However, he respected the old man very much, so he smiled and was about to speak when he was interrupted by the old man named Long Jianyuan in front of him.
"Senior brother!" Long saw Yuan Dynasty Li Chunyuan cupped his hands and said: "Senior brother, please step aside. I have a few words to say to Senior Xu!"
Forehead……
Li Chunyuan hesitated for a moment.
Xu Changan nodded and said, "Elder Li, please!"
"Okay!" Li Chunyuan left with a suspicious look on his face.
Xu Changan and Long Jianyuan were the only two people left in the yard.
"Fellow Daoist Dragon!" Xu Changan said, "Come to my dojo and talk!"
"Hey..." Long Jianyuan was not polite and followed Xu Changan directly to the main hall.
"Okay!" The two of them sat down separately, and Xu Changan said: "There are only two of us here. If you have anything to say, just tell me!"
"Hey!" Long Jianyuan saw that Xu Changan's face was calm and serious, and 90% of the anxiety in his heart was gone. He reached out and took out a blood-red stone from his arms and placed it in front of Xu Changan.
The stone was about the size of a fist, but the color looked like it had been soaked in blood.
Xu Changan scanned it with his mind and found no fluctuations.
Long Jian Yuandao: "Senior Xu..."
"Fellow Daoist Long!" Xu Changan said: "You are older than me, so let's call it senior. Although we have different levels of cultivation, let's call ourselves fellow Daoists at this moment!"
"Um..." Long Jianyuan took a deep breath and said: "Okay, thank you, fellow Taoist... The stone in front of you is not its original appearance. Originally, it was just an ordinary bluestone! "
"Oh?" Xu Changan suddenly became interested: "How do you say it?"
Long Jian Yuandao: "This is called the Immortal Stone. This stone is a specialty of our Dongming tribe. For generations, for countless thousands of years, every one of our disciples who leave the Dongming tribe must take something with them and leave it behind." The same thing!”
"The thing I took away here is the Immortal Stone!"
"The Immortal Stone has a special effect!" Long Jianyuan said: "If it meets those who have great luck, or people with the blood of the Immortal, this stone will turn red!"
"There are too many people in this world with immortal blood!"
"Every disciple of the nine heavenly clans in West Antarctica has more or less immortal blood!"
"As a poor man walking in the wilderness, this stone has changed color several times!"
"But there has never been a time when I saw the stone become as bright as blood like when I saw you, senior!"
Xu Changan's eyes narrowed slightly: Immortal blood?
Xu Changan didn't think he had any immortal blood in his body.
Maybe that's luck.
"Senior!" Long Jianyuan looked at Xu Changan pleadingly and said, "If you have time, please come to our Dongming tribe. Maybe you can get some unexpected gains!"
"That's all I have to say!"
"Junior, goodbye!"
Long Jianyuan's address was changed back involuntarily.
"You..." Xu Changan didn't know what to say, so he tried to persuade him to stay, saying, "You may not have to leave. Maybe there is a way to extend your life?"
"No..." Long Jianyuan shook his head and said, "I can't die outside. I want to go back... My Dao root is still in my hometown!"
"Dao root?" Xu Changan was dumbfounded and said, "Dao root... can still stay in my hometown?"
This is a big weird.
Long Jianyuan smiled and said, "The Dao root we Dongming people are talking about is not the Dao root that grows in the Nascent Soul stage, but the umbilical cord that is cut off at birth."
"We Dongming people believe in heaven and earth, cherish our bodies, and believe that everything given by our parents is priceless. This is what we are born with, and we must take it with us when we leave!"
"So when we die, we must be able to merge with our own Dao root, which is what every Dongming person must do!"
Seeing Xu Changan's confused face, Long Jianyuan said again: "Senior, do you have any doubts?"
Xu Changan said: "I have a question that I would like to ask you!"
The matter of having children really touched Xu Changan's blind spot in knowledge.
Long Jianyuan said: "Senior, feel free to ask!"
Xu Changan asked: "Fellow Daoist Long, are there any special beings in your Dongming tribe!"
"For example..." He stretched out his hand and gestured casually: "Are there people who are born without belly buttons and umbilical cords?"