Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

The vast sea continent was getting farther and farther away and smaller behind him.

Zhao Mu used the power of Hun Tian Ji to increase his cultivation level, and raised his cultivation level in the Night Travel Realm to a level comparable to the Yuan Shen Realm.

This made him as fast as lightning, and he rushed to the South China Sea.

At the same time, Hun Tian Ji's power was always wrapped around his body, isolating all the secrets around him.

Fortunately, Hun Tian Ji protected him all these years, otherwise, with the cultivation level of that mysterious person, he would have deduced his location long ago.

Half a month later, Zhao Mu crossed many oceans and came to the South China Sea.

He did not go to the Tree Island.

After all, the March period was getting closer and closer, and the island was probably already the focus of attention of all forces, and he didn't want to be targeted.

Yuehai Country is a mortal country on the coast, and few cultivators have set foot there for many years.

After Zhao Mu arrived in the South China Sea, he directly entered the border town of Yuehai Country-Bikong City.

This Bikong City was built by the sea and was the closest city to the Tree Island.

The cruel disputes in the world of immortal cultivation have not yet affected this quiet mortal town.

The people in the city live a peaceful life as usual every day, and have no idea that a shocking battle will take place on the tree island overseas in a few days.

Zhao Mu took off his Taoist robe and changed into a coarse linen shirt, walking leisurely on the streets of the city like an ordinary citizen.

The people passing by didn't know that the one who just passed by them was a powerful cultivator who only appeared in myths and legends in Yuehai Country.

In one morning, Zhao Mu went around most of the small Bikong City.

Near noon, he found a tavern, ordered some food and drinks, and ate alone.

At this time, there were already many guests in the tavern, and people were chatting with each other in groups of three or two.

"Brother Wang, how was your catch these past two days?"

"Not bad. The sea outside our Blue Sky City is pretty good. We can catch a lot of fish every time we go out to sea."

"Yes, we are blessed by God here. We can't expect to be rich, but at least we are not starving."

The idle chatter of people made the tavern look messy.

But Zhao Mu didn't feel annoyed. Instead, he enjoyed this rare atmosphere of human life.

At this time, a dark-skinned bald man suddenly walked into the tavern.

When the shopkeeper saw him, he immediately smiled and said, "Master, are you going out fishing again?"

"Yes, I went out to sea for a few days and just came back."

The bald man nodded with a smile: "Shopkeeper, the old rules."

"Okay, wait a moment, sit down for a while!"

"Okay, no hurry."

The bald man turned and walked inside. Passers-by greeted him one after another, and their words showed great respect for the bald man.

"Master, my mother was seriously ill last time, and it was thanks to the prescription you prescribed that she was cured. Thank you so much."

"Yes, Master, my father wanted to invite you to dinner at home. His legs have been disabled for 20 years. If it weren't for your excellent medical skills, I'm afraid he would never be able to stand up again."

"Master, why don't you come to my table to eat? I also believe in Buddhism, and we are all vegetarians."

The bald man walked all the way and talked to people enthusiastically, as if he was really an ordinary fisherman.

But in the end, the bald man refused everyone's invitation, but walked straight to Zhao Mu's table and sat down.

He looked at Zhao Mu and bowed his hands and said, "If I am not mistaken, this friend should be a fellow monk, right?"

"Haha, meet Master."

Zhao Mu smiled and said, "I didn't expect that I could meet a fellow Buddhist monk in this remote mortal town."

That's right, this bald man is not an ordinary person, but a Buddhist monk with a deep cultivation.

More importantly, Zhao Mu also knows this person.

To be precise, it should be the incarnation of Nine Colored Glaze, who has seen this monk.

This person is from the Great Bodhi Temple, and he was also the leader disciple of the Great Bodhi Temple who led the team to the Great Jin Dynasty when the national destiny was in great calamity.

Seeing Daoyuan talking to everyone just now, it is obvious that he has lived in this Azure Sky City for a long time.

I don’t know what happened?

How could this true disciple of the Great Bodhi Temple come to this mortal town to live in seclusion, and even become a fisherman?

Zhao Mu didn’t have much impression of Daoyuan back then. He only remembered that this disciple of the Great Bodhi Temple seemed to be taciturn, completely different from the high-profile disciples of other sects.

Daoyuan pondered for a moment: "Daoyou, I wonder why you came to this Azure Sky City?"

"Master, isn't it impolite to ask such a direct question on the first day of meeting?"

"Fellow Daoist, please forgive me. I have lived in Azure Sky City for a long time and have developed feelings for the people of this city. Therefore, whenever I find a cultivator entering the city, I will ask to determine whether the other party will be detrimental to the people of Azure Sky City."

The monk spoke directly and did not seem to like to be long-winded.

"Haha, Master, you are direct."

Zhao Mu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I am just passing by here and want to rest. I will not stay here for long."

"I see, then I am sorry to bother you."

Daoyuan raised his palm to apologize, and then stood up and prepared to sit at the table next to him.

This monk is very enthusiastic towards ordinary people, but seems a little indifferent to fellow cultivators and is unwilling to get too close.

Zhao Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that Daoyuan's state seems to be a little bit wrong.

So he couldn't help asking: "Master Daoyuan, your cultivation seems to have a problem?"

"Hmm?"

Dao Yuan turned around in surprise: "Do you know this poor monk, fellow Taoist?"

"Haha, how many of you in the world of immortality don't know the majestic Dabodhi Temple, Zen Master Daoyuan?"

Zhao Mu smiled and said, "But Zen Master probably doesn't know me. After all, Pindao is just a casual cultivator with no reputation."

He did not reveal his identity as Ziweidaomen. After all, what he did this time needed to be kept secret, and there was no need to make it known to everyone.

"I don't know how to call you a friend?"

"Pindao Xuandu."

Zhao Mu made up a name casually and asked again: "Zen Master Daoyuan, what is wrong with your practice? Why do I feel that your state of mind is very unstable?"

While he was talking, Zhao Mu came from the nine-colored glass lamp with a ray of heart-shaking power through the air conditioner, which affected Monk Daoyuan unconsciously.

"Hey, I haven't seen my fellow Taoist monk for a long time. Since we bumped into him today, I just wanted to chat with him."

Monk Daoyuan sighed and sat down again.

"To be honest, there is indeed something wrong with the poor monk's practice."

He said helplessly: "The cultivation method of my Mahabodhi Temple focuses on cultivating the mind and enlightening the Tao. This cultivation method is very special."

"If our Buddha mind is strong enough in cultivation, it is possible to make great progress in our cultivation once we have enlightenment. It is not uncommon to even break through two or three major realms."

"But if one day there is a flaw in our Buddha mind, we may not make any progress for thousands of years until we die at the end of our lives."

"But the poor monk went to the Jin Dynasty and saw countless people died tragically in the national disaster, so that the Buddha's heart... was shaken."