In the mountains and forests, a simple thatched hut, accompanied by vines and clear springs, is not far from a clear lake, and this area is quiet and quiet.
Outside the thatched cottage, there are bluestone tables and stone piers, and there are tall gold-threaded silver-leaved osmanthus trees, which are fragrant and calming.
This is a rare experience of being born, Wang Xuan is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and there is no invasion of wild beasts and monsters, temporarily away from the world, reading golden bamboo slips, and thinking about the future road.
In the past two months, even on the new star of hypermaterial depletion, his strength has improved.
"Mist, the first small realm of transcendentality. When I first stepped in, my spirit saw that there was darkness in the flesh and blood, and there was fog everywhere." Wang Xuan was thinking about the path of practice.
"I think the first person to step into this field must have been very confused and hesitant, and when he looked at himself inwardly, he was trapped in the fog of flesh and blood, and he couldn't see the next road clearly."
In order to better understand the Dharma and walk the road to the future, he substituted himself into the state of mind and thoughts of the first generation of transcendentals a long time ago, starting from scratch.
"Burn the lamp, tear through the fog with a strong will, accumulate enough spiritual energy, gradually see the road ahead, and break free from the shackles of the spiritual cage."
Wang Xuan felt that this was not something that could be achieved overnight, and many people of the first generation of transcendentals may have never walked through the misty realm of flesh and blood in their lives.
"Refine the spiritual realm, like a lamp hanging, illuminating the night sky of immortality!"
He believes that it is very remarkable that someone established this belief back then and pointed out the general direction, and perhaps it was not the effort of a generation at all.
"With the light of the spirit, illuminate the transcendent night sky of eternal silence and step on the road to immortality!" Wang Xuan is engraved on the bluestone table.
He was quite touched, just imagine, in that era of eating hair and drinking blood, in the harsh environment of competing with all kinds of beasts and monsters, it was really amazing that early humans could have this kind of awareness.
"The person who established this belief, if he is still alive and still walking on the road of exploring the extraordinary, I think he or she must be peerless and powerful."
If this kind of person lives to this world, there is no reason why he is not strong.
After two months of practice, comprehending the golden bamboo slips, comparing the scriptures on the stone tablets, Wang Xuan's strength has improved, and he has come to the end of the realm of burning lamps.
Burning the lamp, the light of the spirit illuminates the way ahead, he has already seen the realm of the land of life, and stepping into that realm is just around the corner!
"The land of life, the beginning of all laws, the place of extraordinary foothold, both pre-Qin alchemists and Taoists attach great importance to this place, it can nourish life, and it is also the primitive place where extraordinary life contains vitality."
The so-called destiny soil cannot find its corresponding tangible place between flesh and blood and internal organs, but it really exists, and when the lantern reaches the end, it can go one step further and gain a foothold in the destiny land.
"If the transcendent fades, will it start with the decay of the land of fate? The beginning of the collapse of all laws, the place of nourishing life, the place of transcendent primordial beginnings, is extremely important."
Wang Xuan got up, the grass and trees in front of him were fresh, and the environment was beautiful, like a pure land outside the world, but it lacked supermatter.
Some time ago, he often went to various temples and Taoist temples to absorb mystical factors, and his flesh and blood were almost saturated.
In addition, whether it is the airship or Huang Chengcheng's gourd, there are also a large number of mysterious factors stored.
But two months of practice and understanding of the scriptures have supported him until now, and it has almost consumed him.
He read the golden bamboo slips and compared them with the scriptures on the stone tablets, hoping to find a way to go on after the transcendent material was depleted.
But now, he thought about it and felt that it was too difficult.
If after three years, the transcendent dissipates, the errors of this world are corrected, and everything returns to its original normal trajectory, without the soil for the existence of myths, even if he understands the supreme scriptures, there seems to be no way to change this situation.
"Will the interior location be the last way out?" Wang Xuan frowned.
At present, which of the immortals has not opened up the inner scene, and now some true bones are absorbing the inner scene to revive and then shape flesh and blood.
But he felt that when the time came, those inner scenes would be closed, and the mysterious substances would no longer be attracted, otherwise the immortals would not be helpless or even desperate about the future.
However, Wang Xuan was a little different from his inner scene, he was able to open it during his mortal period, and he could enter without the help of extraordinary power!
"I hope that in three years, my unique interior location can still be used, and I will attract mysterious factors from that unknown place!"
Wang Xuan hoped that this might be the foundation for him to maintain his extraordinary power in the future.
However, he couldn't hope for it all, what if his inner scene was also locked at that time, or the inside was also dry?
He should make all kinds of preparations and strive to find one or two more footholds!
Recently, when he recited the supreme scriptures of the alchemists, he felt that it was just one word: difficult!
"In that era, the most powerful alchemists would capture holy beasts, divine birds, etc. at every turn, not only to pull carts, pay attention to pomp, but also to practice."
In today's era, even if you understand the difficult golden bamboo slips, it is difficult to replicate that path.
How did those top alchemists practice? They pick heavenly medicines, capture holy beasts to refine their essence, baptize their bodies with holy blood, etc.
"In that era, it was really enviable, all kinds of strange things could be seen everywhere, although the competition was fierce, but it was also an extraordinary and prosperous era with abundant products."
On the twenty-seven golden bamboo slips, there were the most powerful root methods, involving the supreme spiritual realm, and there were also some true form diagrams, with the most difficult and difficult taijutsu postures.
At the same time, these have remarks, and sometimes it is necessary to use heavenly medicine and holy beast blood to baptize the spirit and body.
In this era, how can people practice?
"However, it may not be impossible to practice, some of the words above are meaningful, if you are confident enough, you can also pick up your divine brilliance."
The path of the pre-Qin alchemists, from physical to spiritual, was very rough, and it was the overall improvement of the general direction.
"The Great Avenue of Golden Pills, integrating essence and spirit, accumulating the essence of the whole body in one place, raising a golden elixir, and breaking the game from one point......"
From this day on, he was also reading the five-color golden elixir scripture, and he was also reciting the unpassed secret of the Buddhist ancestral court - the Shakyamuni True Sutra.
Wang Xuan was immersed in the world of practice, comparing various scriptures, and gaining every day, which involved alchemists, Taoism, Buddhism, etc.
"What is that, I seem to have found another secret path?!"
Half a month later, Wang Xuan's spirit hung in the night sky like a lamp, looking inward at himself, and when he was exploring in his body, he accidentally discovered a blurry scene in a corner of the fog.
After reaching the realm of burning the lamp, the fog in the flesh and blood was dispelled, but it was also relatively relative, the piece of life soil that had not been set foot still had mist steaming and lingering.
Wang Xuan's spiritual consciousness approached forward, although he had not yet been able to set foot on the land of life and had not entered this realm, but he was based in the fog it came out of.
He kept walking forward along this wisp of mist, approaching a blurred area.
The fog seemed to have built a road, swaying and steaming forward, he kept moving forward, and gradually, he saw the scenery in the distance.
It was a very desolate area, as if no one had been here for many years, far ahead, there was a post station on the side of the road, and in the dark, there were lanterns hanging, but they were almost all extinguished.
Like the style of a long time ago, the post station was dilapidated, some houses collapsed, and only a lantern was still lit, emitting an ever-extinguishing fire.
Wang Xuan's spiritual energy was like a lamp burning, and after he approached the post station, he found that the lantern hanging had become a little brighter.
It was like his post station, his road, and he lit a lamp to illuminate it, making the lantern begin to soften.
He knew a long time ago that there were many secret paths, such as: the secret path of inner scenery, the secret road of heavenly medicine, and the secret path of death......
In addition, there is a secret path that others cannot see, but it really exists, and only those who discover this field can walk on it.
"Find your way!"
Wang Xuan looked forward, and the horizon was dark and vague, as if there was a village or town, and each household had no lights, quiet, even a little depressing.
He frowned and did not walk forward, but explored the nearer post station, where there were no people and traces of previous use.
The kitchen that has never collapsed actually has a faint fragrance, and there are depleted miracle residues in the pot, which is left by the practitioner?
Wang Xuan was suspicious and deeply strange, this road was puzzling, a little confused, as if there was such a reality, his spirit accidentally broke in.
"This is not a mortal post station, like a resting place for the transcendent to travel, and even food is not an ordinary product."
Later, he found a wine gourd, unplugged it, and after so many years, there was still the aroma of wine in it, with a little crystal liquid.
"This ......" He showed a strange color, the aroma of wine wafted, which actually made him refreshed and his mental strength was somewhat condensed.
He thought about it and poured it into his mouth, he was now in a state of mental consciousness and had no disgust.
Only three drops of viscous wine slurry fell, shimmering with a pale golden luster, and after falling into his mouth, they quickly turned into energy.
In an instant, his spiritual consciousness seemed to be on fire, and it brightened up directly, he kept trembling slightly, dizzy for a while, and felt as if he was about to become an immortal.
His mental power was actually improving rapidly, directly increasing by about one-tenth.
This made Wang Xuan fascinated and stood in this ancient kitchen.
In the dilapidated and partially collapsed post station, the wine gourd left behind, just three drops of wine pulp, has such an amazing effect?
Wang Xuan's heart was up and down, his thoughts were full of thoughts, where did he come to, and what kind of road was this?!
"Heavenly medicine, inner scenery, death, wayfinding...... They are all the essence of the old technique, belonging to the secret road of the Great Way, I embarked on a pathfinding journey this time and came to an incredible place?!"
This is just a post station, and with such a harvest, there should be an even more incredible area ahead.
Wang Xuan was looking here, and there were no other valuable discoveries.
He looked ahead with his spiritual eyes, except for the lifeless villages and towns, the end of the earth seemed to have hazy lights, lights, and huge cities!
He couldn't help but walk forward, and behind him, there were a few more rays of anger at the post station, and then the hanging lanterns lit up one after another.
Wang Xuan approached the dark village and town, wanting to find it here, and even more wanted to pass through here, approaching the light zone at the end of the horizon.
Suddenly, he quickly looked up, and in the dark night sky, there were no stars or moonlight, and then something fell, it was one piece after another of withered yellow paper.
He couldn't help but reach out to pick it up!
Suddenly found that this month is about to pass, so if you have a monthly pass that has not yet been cast, don't forget.