"Meet the Patriarch!"
Yang Jin saw the old Daoist's face clearly and quickly bowed and saluted.
During the celebration, Zhou Yi recalled the hardships and sweet memories, and all the disciples in the sect felt grateful. I also heard that my ancestor was nearing the end of his life, and he felt quite sad like a hero in his twilight years, and I couldn't help feeling pity and closeness to him.
Zhou Yi's few understatement words are better than Tongxuan's ten years of operation, and his reputation in the sect is second only to Xuan Yu.
Tongxuan was not a fool. He looked back and thought carefully about the celebration before and after, and realized that this master who rarely appeared in public was not someone who could be fooled by flattery, so he immediately stopped his subsequent actions.
It only lasts for a few decades, just wait for the death of the master, and it will be just in time to improve Mana.
Cultivation World, strength is the foundation of power!
Zhou Yi likes smart people. Seeing that Tongxuan knows how to knock, he will spend his remaining years peacefully in the Sutra Collection Hall.
Hearing the voice, he opened his drunken eyes, Divine Sense glanced inside and outside Yang Jin, and immediately knew why he came to the Sutra Collection Hall.
The loosening of bottlenecks in the middle and later stages of Qi refining must be based on the experience of previous generations.
"No need to be polite."
Zhou Yi said, "There is a volume "Notes of Dharma Master Kongyun" on the seventh floor of the first floor, which records the method of breakthrough in detail. This person has great understanding, and his writings are more mysterious than those on the second floor."
Xuan Yuan Sect Scripture Pavilion is completely open to the outside world, and any disciple can recite the classics. This is much more relaxed than that of large sects.
Of course, what is open to the public are classics and ordinary exercises. To inherit Zhenzong, you still need to become a disciple of True Disciple.
Yang Jin bowed and said, "Thank you, Grandmaster, for your guidance."
After a while.
Yang Jin entered the notes into Jade Slip and planned to go back to cave abode to think about it and break through the middle stage of Qi refining as soon as possible. Five years later, the sect competition will definitely win a good place and bow down again when going out.
"Master, disciple Mana is humble and cannot be of much help, but I can do some errands for my master."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, knowing that it would be good to seize the opportunity, but it must suit his own taste. "I liked reading story books when I was young. I haven't come down from the mountain for several years, and I don't know if there are any new works."
"Disciple, please go down the mountain and buy a storybook for your master."
Yang Jin looked happy and was able to chat with the founder, which would be of great help to Dao Path.
Half a month later.
Came outside the Scripture Pavilion again and took out a large stack of books from Storage Bag.
"Master, my disciple asked many people, and these are the best storybooks in the past century."
Zhou Yi glanced at the cover, his eyes lit up, and he took out a scroll of scripture from his sleeve.
"You little guy is very good! Take this volume "Treatise on Nurturing the Spirit" back and read it. Come back after a month and remember to write 100,000 words of your thoughts after reading it."
"What are your thoughts after reading this?"
Yang Jin bowed and took the Daoist scriptures. After flipping through a few pages, he couldn't help but look disappointed.
"Treatise on Nurturing the Spirit" is a pure book of sages, telling the way of cultivation of Spirit Soul. It does not record any methods of refining the gods. It has more than 1,200 words in total.
Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows. "If you don't want to look at it, just give it back to Pindao."
Yang Jin shook his head repeatedly and held the classic in his arms. "Don't worry, Master, I will definitely write a hundred thousand words."
"Cultivation of Daoism first, then cultivation of immortality, chanting sutras first, then practicing Qigong."
Zhou Yi said, "You have ordinary talent and average understanding. If you want to improve your foundation, you can only follow this path, otherwise you will only end up at Foundation Establishment."
Zhou Yi looks at Yang Jin, just like Iron Crown Immortal looked at Zhou Yi back then. From a high position, it can directly point to the future Dao Path.
Yang Jin Whether you listen and whether you can persevere depends entirely on your own personal destiny.
After all, Yang Jin is not as good as Longevity Dao Fruit. Even if they know that chanting sutras increases their foundation, if their fellow students break through the realm one by one and are left to chant sutras slowly, 99% of them will choose to give up.
"Master, don't worry, my disciple will definitely live up to expectations!"
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Yang Jin came outside the Sutra Collection Hall, holding a thick stack of paper filled with insights.
"Master, my disciple has completed his mission."
Zhou Yi took the paper, Divine Sense scanned it, and nodded with satisfaction. "The discussion is quite simple, but it is also thoughtful."
Putting away the classics and insights, he took out another book from his sleeve.
"The same goes for this book, one hundred thousand words a month!"
"Disciple understands."
Yang Jin only thought it was the master's endurance test. If you passed it, you would be able to become a disciple and pass on the sect's Daoist methods.
One month later.
Zhou Yi After checking the review, the quality is better than last time, so I took out a volume of classics again.
"Well written, still 100,000 words!"
"As commanded."
Yang Jin Hearing the praise, he happily took the book and returned to cave abode to look through it impatiently.
at this time.
Fellow disciples already knew that Yang Jin had gained a great opportunity and had fallen into the eyes of his master. They all came to congratulate him and tried their best to get closer to him.
After Tongxuan heard about this, he specially transferred Yang Jin cave abode to the upper level and increased the supply of Spirit Stones.
Zhou Yi ignored these things and concentrated on reading the Spring and Autumn Period in the Sutra Collection Hall, giving Yang Jin a new volume of classics at the end of every month.
The moon rises and the moon sets, spring passes and autumn comes.
Ten years go by in a blink of an eye.
This morning.
Yang Jin I don't know how many times I came to the outside of the Sutra Collection Hall.
"Master, this month's mission is completed."
"Yeah."
Zhou Yi Divine Sense After reading the book, thirty thousand words were added to the one hundred thousand words, but Yang Jin has been able to persist for ten years, which is beyond expectation.
Ten years of chanting sutras delayed Mana's cultivation, and now he has just broken through to the seventh level of Qi refining.
The thirty-year-old Qi Refining Level 7 is even slower than Xuan Li back then, ranking at the bottom among the Xuan Yuan Sect's disciples.
"If you can't finish it, you can postpone it for a few more days. There's no need to deliberately overfill it."
Zhou Yi gave a little reminder and took out the classics as usual: "This book "Commentary on Returning True Qi to its Source" is the same as usual."
Yang Jin looked slightly red, took the tome and left quickly.
After a month and a half of procrastination.
Yang Jin just came back to return the classics. Fortunately, the quality of the 100,000-word reading experience is much better than before. Some of the insights are as mysterious as Golden Core True Lord.
"Go on!"
Back to cave abode.
Yang Jin Put the classics on the table and seize the time to practice Mana.
His aptitude was ordinary, but he wasted time reciting sutras, writing and reading, and his cultivation was already far behind his peers. In a few years, he would be surpassed by the disciples of the "Jing" generation.
these ten years.
Yang Jin has experienced the ups and downs of human relationships.
Fellow students range from envy to contempt, from closeness to alienation.
Some unpleasant words, even if they are discussed in private, will always reach Yang Jin's ears as time passes and the frequency becomes louder.
They dare not say that the ancestor's teaching methods are wrong, they can only say that Yang Jin has a stupid head and poor qualifications.
The practice is over.
Yang Jin Open the classics, read and comprehend them word for word, and record what you feel in your heart.
Read it once, and you will have a hundred words of insights.
After reading it a hundred times, I gained insights from four to five thousand words.
After reading it a thousand times, I only wrote about 10,000 words of insights. As my understanding of the classics deepened, I gained less and less.
Yang Jin Write 100,000 words of reflection and read it at least 100,000 times. It can be called one word per volume.
"It's hard to understand the Tao, it's harder than reaching the sky!"
Two months later.
Yang Jin It's been a long time coming, and I finally got enough of my review.
Zhou Yi took out a new tome. "Little Yangzi, if you can't hold on anymore, just tell Pindao, I won't force you!"
"Ancestor..."
Yang Jin did not agree unswervingly like ten years ago, hesitated for a moment and left with the book.
Zhou Yi looked at Yang Jin's lonely back, shook his head and sighed.
"It's a pity that Nascent Soul is hard to come by."
"These Daoist sutras selected by the poor Daoist are the essence of eight thousand years of chanting sutras. Each volume is excellent. There is no duplication between them. If you persist for thirty years, the probability of condensation will increase by 30%!"
Eastern Divine Continent has so many Daoist scriptures that even the little Xuan Yuan Sect has tens of thousands of volumes.
Any monk who has insights during his lifetime can write them into classics and pass them on to future generations, and mix them with all Daoist scriptures for others to choose from.
Ordinary monks recite Daoist scriptures and only choose books that are interesting or useful. However, they are not the essence of such books. Good luck is helpful, but bad luck and encountering a wild Daoist priest will be harmful.
Zhou Yi Thousands of scriptures selected from countless classics are an excellent choice for enlightenment.
Read each book a hundred thousand times, and your understanding of Daoism will be directed to Spirit Transformation!
Four months later.
Yang Jin finally finished writing his reflections and went to the outside of the Sutra Collection Hall in the evening, hiding from his fellow disciples.
Zhou Yi didn't say anything. After agreeing to give advice to an old friend, he wasn't just a nanny.
The next time Yang Jin comes over, it will be one year later.
"Master, Demonic Cultivator is causing trouble in Lanzhuang. My fellow disciples and I are going to kill the demons."
"This is about accumulating merit, yes."
Zhou Yi is getting older and older, and his body exudes a strong aura of death, as if he is about to die.
Yang Jin took out a stack of books from Storage Bag: "Master, in recent years, a new version of the novel has been published in the world, and I found it for you."
Zhou Yi was silent for a while, then took out a Foundation Establishment Pill and a volume of classics from his sleeve.
"If you continue to study, take away the classics. If you want to break through the realm of Foundation Establishment, take away Foundation Establishment Pill!"
Yang Jin hesitated for a moment and said tentatively, "Master, can you take them all?"
The corners of Zhou Yi's mouth twitched, why did he meet so many shameless guys, but this kind of temperament suits Cultivation World, and Yang Jin will obviously do well in the future.
"Okay."
"Thank you, Master."
Yang Jin quickly took away the classics and elixirs, fearing that Zhou Yi would regret it.
"Remember to write your thoughts after reading!"
Zhou Yi lowered his head and flipped through the storybook. Every few pages there were well-made illustrations, and the trace of sadness in his heart suddenly dissipated.
Two years later.
Yang Jin Successfully Foundation Establishment entered the Lingbao Hall as a deacon.
Since then, he has been busy with spiritual practice and sect affairs, and has less time to chant sutras and realize Daoism.
Scripture Pavilion came diligently.
It is not to return the classics, but to talk to Zhou Yi, tell some commonplace interesting things, and give him a stack of newly compiled storybooks, as if he is taking care of his old father.
Zhou Yi After repeated urging, it took two or three years to comprehend one volume, and he couldn't help but curse.
"Things that don't know how to grow!"
"Yes, yes."
Yang Jin heard the scolding and nodded in agreement, as if he was trying to make the old man happy.
"Just wait and regret."
Zhou Yi sighs helplessly. When I was young, I didn't know how precious longevity is, and I was busy with those mundane things. When I am old and my longevity is about to end, it is too late to work hard anymore, and I can only wait for the end of my life.
A few years passed.
I haven't seen Yang Jin for a long time. Zhou Yi took out the communication talisman.
"You still owe me the classics!"
A few years passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Yi directly grabbed Yang Jin, pressed on the Scripture Pavilion, and copied two hundred classics.
Yang Jin is fifty years old and holds a high position in the eyes of the disciples of the sect. At this time, he said with a bitter face, "Master, this time it is too much."
"There's no time limit this time."
Zhou Yi said slowly, "When will you finish writing, remember to burn it for me!"
"Master, you..."
Yang Jin looked sad. Even though he had expected the separation, he couldn't help but feel sad when it actually came.
"Don't cry with a mournful face. I have lived for more than five hundred years and have far surpassed the ordinary golden elixir. This is a happy mourning!"
Zhou Yi took out two pieces Dharma Treasure from his cuffs, a shield and a flying boat.
"I have lived for more than five hundred years and have never fought with anyone. I have not even refined a flying sword Dharma Treasure. These two pieces of body armor Dharma Treasure are passed down to you. When encountering danger in the future, remember to defend first and then run away!"
Yang Jin took over Dharma Treasure and kowtowed to the ground.
"Best farewell to Master."
"I'm not dead yet!"
Zhou Yi warned, "Don't tell anyone else about this matter. All my life, I have always disappointed my senior sister. I don't want to die and have to have her reprimand me for wasting my talent."
Yang Jin nodded in agreement. He often chatted with his master and knew many Xuan Yuan Sect past events.
At that time, Zhou Yi was Xuan Yuan Sect's hope. He never thought that it would remain unknown for five hundred years. Instead, it was Xuan Yu who led the sect to revival.
One year later.
Dang Dang Dang!
The Xuanyuan Bell rang nine times in a row, and the disciples in the sect heard the sound and rushed to the main hall. Tongxuan announced with a sad expression.
"Xuan Yi ancestor has passed away!"
After a while.
A ray of light fell in the hall, transforming into Xuan Yu, with a cold and low voice.
"Where are the remains of junior brother?"
Yang Jin stood out from the disciples and presented a letter. "Greetings to Your Majesty. I received a message from my master not long ago. When I rushed there, there was only ashes on the ground and an envelope left for Your Majesty."
Xuan Yu took a picture of the envelope, and after opening it, there were only a few words.
——Sister, see you in the next life!
Thinking back on the past, I burst into tears.
at the same time.
Green Cloud Mountain.
The escaping light fell and turned into a human form. It was Zhou Yi who faked his death and escaped.
"Twelve hundred years have passed, and Pindao has finally returned. This time he must take back the position of Heavenly Master in a fair and just way!"
Zhou Yi If you count with your fingers, you will be eight thousand six hundred years old this year. It is a good day to go to the mountain to become a disciple.
He transformed into a strong boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, carrying a hatchet at his waist and a bow and arrow on his back, and walked deeper into the mountain path.
A few days later.
Zhou Yi Finally ascended to the Ascension Platform, the front suddenly opened up, but in the vast clouds and mist, the cornices could be faintly seen.
Hundreds of people gathered on the spacious Immortal Platform, including young and old, monks and mortals.
A hundred years ago, the Heavenly Emperor edict spread throughout the world, and Green Cloud Mountain became the vast divine continent, the only land that did not have to obey Heavenly Laws.
Azure Cloud Temple has become the only sect that does not require immortality and can accept disciples and teach the skills at will. All Rogue Cultivator and prisoners who know this matter come all the way to become their disciples.
Shengxian Terrace is the place where Azure Cloud Temple selects the best to recruit disciples.
Zhou Yi found a corner and sat down to rest. He was now a mortal without any cultivation, and there were still a few blood stains on his body from scratches on the road.
At noon.
A ray of light flew out of the clouds and mist, landed on the Feixian Platform and transformed into a young Daoist priest. He took out a Great Luo Sect disk from Storage Bag, and Mana rotated and shot out a colorful beam of light.
"Shou Ming, poor Daoist, please walk through the aura of fate. Those who are destined can go up the mountain to practice."
Everyone already knew the rules and lined up to pass the aura. Most of them didn't react at all, until a young man passed by and the aura flickered uncertainly.
Shou Ming said with a smile, "You are willing to worship Azure Cloud Temple."
"Yes."
The young man quickly nodded in agreement, and the tribesmen who accompanied him up the mountain also looked happy.
Lineage gives birth to a monk, which can guarantee the wealth of five generations!
Zhou Yi was the last one to go up the mountain and was naturally at the end of the queue. Among the hundreds of people in front of him, there were only three who could activate the aura of Yuanfa. It can be said that the probability of becoming a disciple is extremely low. You must know that these people have spiritual roots.
The colorful spiritual light shone on Zhou Yi, not like the other three people flickering, but directly turning into pure cyan.
Shou Ming had a look of surprise on his face. He never thought that he would have a big harvest today.
"Heavenly Spirit Root!"