Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

The five-color brilliance is fixed, and there is no lack of one, just like a peacock's feathers.

"It's actually a spiritual root with all five elements..."

Seeing this result, Zhang Yao couldn't help being a little surprised.

There are thirty-six kinds of spiritual roots in the world.

Five kinds of single-attribute heavenly spirit roots, five kinds of mutated foreign spirit roots, these ten kinds of spiritual roots are first-class.

Secondly, there are only two kinds of five-element attributes of the earth spirit root, and there are also ten kinds, which is the second class.

The remaining three-attribute, four-attribute, and five-attribute, a total of sixteen kinds, because of the slow speed of cultivation and the difficulty of breaking through the realm, are collectively referred to as miscellaneous spiritual roots, which belong to the lowest class.

Spiritual roots with all five elements are low-end among miscellaneous spiritual roots, but they are extremely rare, and the birth probability is even comparable to that of heavenly spirit roots and foreign spirit roots.

It is rumored that before the great destruction of the ancient times, this was once the strongest spiritual root, known as the "perfect spiritual root", and it was the standard equipment for the true disciples of the overlord sect.

But then the environment of the world changed, and the once strongest spiritual root has now become a low-level one.

"It's good to have spiritual roots, so don't worry about these."

"If I didn't have all the five elements, I wouldn't be able to practice the "Thick Soil Jue"."

Zhang Yao came to his senses and didn't pay much attention to it.

According to Lu Nan's account, among mortals, people with spiritual roots are rare, at least one in a hundred thousand.

It is precisely because people with spiritual roots are too rare, coupled with the lack of effective means of detection, even if they are found, they may not necessarily match the zodiac sign, which makes the inheritance of the Thick Earth Sect extremely difficult.

Therefore, even if Zhang Yao has the seemingly worst miscellaneous spirit root, he is still satisfied.

"Cultivation is slow and breakthrough is difficult, so it's not a big problem."

"I don't have the pressure of longevity. If I practice slowly for tens of thousands of years, I can become an expert in the world of immortality."

Zhang Yao's attitude is very optimistic.

According to Lu Nan's account, he actually knew the places where several immortal cultivators gathered in Lu State, but he was not planning to go now.

At least, he would have to wait until the third level of Qi Refining before he set out to visit other immortal cultivators.

"Whoosh!"

Zhang Yao turned around and left the forest. He used the technique of divine movement, his figure was as ethereal as a phantom, and he jumped more than ten feet in one vertical leap, as fast as a ghost.

After traveling for more than ten miles, a small Taoist temple in the deep mountains appeared in front of his eyes.

The small Taoist temple is not big, covering an area of ​​less than half an acre. On the plaque are the words "Qingxu Temple" inscribed by Zhang Yao himself.

"Master!"

"Master is back!"

Seeing Zhang Yao's figure, the two little Taoist boys in the Taoist temple hurried up to greet him.

Three years ago, Zhang Yao came here, bought earthworks and stones, hired local folks, and built a Taoist temple, and took in two orphans as Taoist boys, named "Qingfeng" and "Mingyue".

Three years passed, and the two little Taoist boys were twelve or thirteen years old, and they began to practice some martial arts taught by Zhang Yao.

"Well, you two are not lazy, are you?"

Zhang Yao quizzed them casually, then sent them away, and returned to the quiet room deep in the Taoist temple alone.

In the deep mountains, the aura is stronger than most places, which is more suitable for his cultivation.

After becoming an immortal cultivator, breathing in the aura of heaven and earth can supplement most of the consumption of the human body, but after all, his cultivation level is still shallow, and he cannot completely indica.

The purpose of building a Taoist temple in this deep mountain and accepting two little Taoist boys is to provide him with daily food and drink, so that he can ignore ordinary things and devote himself to the pursuit of immortality.

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Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle.

In the deep mountains of Fuzhou, Zhang Yao stayed for more than forty years.

Qingfeng, the two little Taoist boys, left when he was in his twenties, went out to travel the world, and it is said that he has earned a considerable family business.

Mingyue stayed in the Qingxu Temple, married a wife and had children, and at the same time accepted disciples to teach the Dharma, expanded the Qingxu Temple several times, and the scale was much larger.

Over forty years have passed:

The Qingxu Temple has already occupied half of the hilltop, and compared with the original Qingping Palace, there is not much difference in scale.

this day.

Mingyue, who was nearly sixty years old, carried a tray and went to the depths of the Taoist temple to deliver meals to Zhang Yao as usual.

After several expansions of the Qingxu Temple, the original area has become a restricted area, and it is the place where the rumored "Pure Qingxu Daoist" who founded the Taoist temple practiced quietly.

But apart from Master Guanzhu Mingyue, no one has ever seen him, which makes this patriarch look extraordinarily mysterious.

"Um?"

When Mingyue came to the depths of the Taoist temple, she could see meals that had cooled down on a tray outside the room.

"Master hasn't left the customs yet?"

He frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashed across his face.

For more than forty years, his master has been practicing hard in closed doors all day, ignoring the wind and rain of the outside world, and eating only one meal a day.

In the past few days, Zhang Yao hadn't touched the food he sent, which made him wonder if there was something wrong with the master.

Just as he was hesitating whether to push the door and break in, a clear voice suddenly came from beside his ear:

"Mingyue?"

"Master, it's me."

Mingyue quickly put down the tray and saluted respectfully.

"Let's put down the food. After tomorrow, there is no need to come again."

Mingyue raised her head in astonishment when she heard the words:

"Master, you are..."

"I'm ready to leave here."

Zhang Yao's voice was unhurried, with a calm tone:

"Back then I adopted you and taught you martial arts, and you have served me wholeheartedly for decades. We can be regarded as not indebted to each other."

"After today, the fate between you and me will be over. Maybe we will never see each other again. I hope you will be happy for the rest of your life."

"Master!"

Mingyue immediately turned pale, and knelt down with a plop.

In fact, his feelings for Zhang Yao are not very deep. After all, Zhang Yao devoted himself to cultivation and seldom taught them. With the passage of time, the original gratitude has long since dissipated.

But he is deeply aware that his master is absolutely extraordinary, and his youthful appearance for more than forty years makes him extremely awed.

He also tried to seek the true Dharma, but Zhang Yao said that he had no qualifications and did not teach it to him. He was skeptical but did not give up. Instead, he insisted on serving him every day, hoping that one day the master would change his mind.

But now that Zhang Yao was about to leave suddenly, impatience and unwillingness suddenly appeared in his heart, and he said repeatedly:

"Master, you..."

"Don't say any more, go, go."

There was a sigh in the room, and then a soft force emerged out of thin air, rolling up his body.

Mingyue felt as if she was flying through the clouds, her eyes blurred, and when she fell to the ground, she realized that she had already arrived outside the courtyard. After sitting there for a long time, she left in a daze.

In the room:

Zhang Yao withdrew his gaze and took out a small gray bag from his sleeve.

"Having obtained this thing for so many years, it's finally time to open it."

He mobilized mana and poured it into the storage bag:

"This kind of cultivation speed is indeed too slow. It took more than forty years to break through to the third level of Qi Refining. Now the time is ripe, and it is time to change the environment."

"I hope this storage bag can give me a little surprise..."

Under the agitation of mana, the restriction left by Lu Nan dissipated after sensing the same source of mana.

Without the restriction, Zhang Yao's mana easily refined the storage bag in his hand, and with the help of mana, Zhang Yao sensed the things in the storage bag with his mind.

Two jade slips, more than a dozen crystal jade stones, a flying sword, a big seal, and a flag.

"These should be low-grade spirit stones, right?"

"Although there are no magic pills or talismans, there are three magic tools, which is very good."

Zhang Yao withdrew his mana, showing a hint of surprise.

Lu Nan's net worth is even richer than he imagined, and ordinary casual practitioners can't save the net worth of three magic weapons.

"Let's take it out and have a look."

PS: Strong statement: This book is not a waste of wood, readers should be able to perceive that the perfect five-element spiritual root, the protagonist will definitely be able to discover its power (*^▽^*)