The evil cultivation of immortality, starting from an apprentice in a medicine shop

The way to become an immortal?

Qiu Zhen was slightly surprised:

"Fellow Daoist Yu Chanzi, the way to become an immortal that you are talking about, is it the inner view of the level of [Arhat Bodhisattva True Body] [Immortal True Dao Seed]?"

He had heard his master An Jishi talk about it.

Condensing 108 inner views can condense the Buddha embryo Dao Seed, "the foundation for becoming an immortal".

Buddhists call it Arhat True Body, and Taoists call it Immortal True Dao Seed.

Master An Jishi had already achieved "interaction between heaven and man", but he had not made a breakthrough for a long time, just to imitate the immortal practice and lay the foundation for the supreme martial arts.

As long as [Demon Ape Suppressing the World Map] condenses 108 inner views, he will lay the "supreme foundation", become a saint in the flesh, and become one of the strongest people in the world, with great ambitions.

In the immortal way, it is the "foundation for becoming an immortal", embarking on the path to becoming an immortal.

"Fellow Daoist Qingwei is indeed a disciple of a famous teacher, and he is well-informed."

"The Miro Festival is widely spread, and in the top-quality scrolls, there are countless immortals, gods, arhats, and bodhisattvas, and the opportunities are endless."

Speaking of this, Yu Chanzi swallowed his saliva, and his expression was a little excited:

"The most important thing is that everyone who attends the meeting has the hope of observing the immortals' inner true form map and taking a glimpse of the secret map of becoming an immortal!"

What? !

Everyone has the opportunity to see the secret map of becoming an immortal?

Qiu Zhen, Fairy Yunrou, and Monk Zhenkong were shocked, and finally understood why Yu Chanzi and a group of Yin Shen masters in the square were so excited and happy.

In the past, there would also be opportunities to see the inner true form map of the immortals at the immortal cultivation festival.

Unfortunately, there are too many monks and too little porridge.

Only a few people have the opportunity to get the secret map of becoming an immortal.

No one is completely sure to win the immortal cultivation gathering where there are many masters and win the opportunity to get the "secret map of becoming an immortal".

Now, everyone has the opportunity to comprehend the [Secret Map of Immortality].

For everyone present, this is undoubtedly a great opportunity.

It is much better than some old monster preaching.

Fairy Yunrou became interested:

"Didn't you say that Senior Huaxian was injured, so that everyone could see the secret map of becoming an immortal?"

"Of course not. Being able to glimpse the inner scene of the true form has nothing to do with cultivation and magic power, but is closely related to the understanding of the great way, the mind, and the law of fate. After all, the [Secret Map of Becoming an Immortal] is the law of fate for a few people, and most people can't reach it. It's an opportunity. What kind of fate you can get depends on your luck."

Yu Chanzi said this with expectation:

"Three Taoist friends, don't be too ambitious and just stare at the secret map of becoming an immortal. In fact, the little bit of the Mi Luo Immortal Map is the inner scene of the true form that is rare in the outside world. It can comprehend the way to the door, the communication between heaven and man, and even the realm of "refining qi into spirit" is within your reach."

Qiu Zhen, Fairy Yunrou, and Monk Zhenkong all nodded and agreed.

Just when everyone in the square was talking and their consciousness was flying around, a majestic voice of consciousness was heard from the high platform.

"Fellow Taoists, close your eyes and meditate, regulate your breath and calm your mind, and welcome Senior Huaxian!"

When everyone heard this, they straightened their bodies, swept away the distracting thoughts in their hearts, and regulated their breath and calmed their minds.

The originally noisy and bustling square suddenly became quiet.

Mr. Wansheng nodded slightly, picked up a scroll of ancient paintings, and threw it into the field.

"Please welcome Senior Huaxian!"

The ancient scroll soared into the sky, growing longer and bigger in the wind.

In the scroll, the majestic figures of immortal gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and immortal gods in the sky slowly emerged, all-encompassing and magnificent.

"Swish, swish, swish~"

The scroll burst into a glittering divine light, covering the entire Wanxian Square.

The immortal cultivators sitting cross-legged on the futons in the square felt a dizzy feeling, and the surrounding scene turned into a residual image, twisting and collapsing like a whirlpool.

After a moment.

The square was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The immortal cultivators sitting cross-legged on the futons were all in a state of meditation, comprehending the inner scene method, as if they were intoxicated.

In the huge Wanxian Square, only Wansheng Jushi and Biyou Daoist were awake, quietly watching the people in the field, with a bit of envy on their faces.

"Senior Huaxian, you two elders are partial to one over the other. In the past, we went through a lot of hardships and went through various tests to observe the immortal pictures. This time, you are so generous and opened a top-grade painting scroll. Were you two pretending before? You cry weak every day and cheat you to nourish your soul and spirit."

"Bullshit! I am very weak, how can I cheat you to nourish your soul and spirit."

A flash of light flashed.

Two people appeared beside Wansheng Jushi and Biyou Daoist.

One was an old monk wearing a cassock, and the other was an old Taoist wearing a worn-out Bagua Taoist robe.

The person who just spoke was the old Taoist with a cynical look on his face and a smirk. He smiled at Wansheng Jushi and said: "Little Wan Jushi, I know you are anxious, but don't worry. It's not that we are partial to one over the other. We didn't have enough affinity back then and couldn't open it. This time, the affinity has come and our capital has been squeezed dry. Our lives will be hard in the future. We may have to sleep again."

Not enough affinity?

Wansheng Jushi raised his eyebrows slightly. As a top "primordial spirit monster" recognized by everyone in the world of immortal cultivation, his talent and understanding are not bad.

In this "End of Dharma Era", he can cultivate to the realm of "refining qi into spirit". To cultivate to his level, he is definitely a first-class genius.

Even without being modest, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a brilliant talent.

In the past, when he observed the [Mi Luo Xian Tu], he also had the opportunity to observe the "Chengxian Secret Tu". The affinity is not small.

"Senior Taoist Painting Master, do you have any explanation for the fate you mentioned?"

Taoist Biyou beside him also became interested:

"The two elders are willing to spend a lot of money and risk falling into a deep sleep to open a top-grade inner scene scroll. What kind of good seedling is this?"

"This"

The Taoist Painter hesitated and shook his head:

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say"

The Taoist Painter who had been silent smiled and said gently:

"Amitabha, there is nothing to say. Niubizi and I have a hunch that this event will give birth to a candidate for the Lord of Miro Palace."

Candidate for the Lord of Miro Palace!

The Layman Wansheng and Taoist Biyou were shocked.

The Lord of Miro Palace

The great existence who once led the world of immortal cultivation to go against the will of heaven and tried to turn the world around

A name that once resounded throughout the world of immortal cultivation!

In today's world, is there anyone who can bear this "title" and the burden of "Lord of Miro Palace"?

The Taoist painter beside him was also a little surprised:

"Old bald donkey, why did you say it out loud? If you say it out loud, it won't work. Don't ruin the fate again."

"Amitabha~ The fate has been determined. How can it be ruined just by saying it!"

The Taoist painter clasped his hands together, his face was very calm, his eyes fell on a certain place under the high platform, with a peaceful smile on his face:

"He has realized it."

After speaking.

The Taoist painter, Wansheng Lay Buddhist, and Biyou Taoist all looked over.

Under the high platform, among the hundreds of cushions, there was a man in a white Confucian robe sitting cross-legged with a calm expression.

Unlike others, he actually exuded a faint golden Buddha light.

Faintly, bursts of Sanskrit sound came.

Under the Buddha's light, the man in white exuded a sacred and majestic aura

Wansheng Lay Buddhist and Biyou Taoist were shocked and swallowed their saliva:

"This is... the true body of Arhat Bodhisattva is about to condense"