The Path to Immortality

The familiar name was right on his lips, but he couldn't say it, as if he had forgotten it. At the same time, a voice in his mind kept telling him: You are Guangjin!

"I am Guangjin? No... No!"

Fang Ping shook his head repeatedly.

The spirituality and intuition in his heart told him that he was not Guangjin.

Moreover, once he accepted this name, something very terrible would happen.

He must not accept it!

In addition to the name, Fang Ping also felt very strange about why he suddenly appeared here.

Before, he was clearly... Hey, what was he doing?

It seemed like he was going to have some kind of trial?

What was he trying?

What was he trying?

All kinds of doubts echoed in his heart, but he couldn't remember it for a while. It seemed that some invisible force suppressed his thoughts.

This empty feeling made Fang Ping inexplicably feel a little uneasy.

"Alas, I can't say anything to you. Never mind."

Qin Bang didn't seem to understand why Fang Ping was suddenly obsessed with his name. Seeing that the time for Master Linghuan to give a lecture was about to come, he grabbed Fang Ping, who was still struggling, and dragged him out of the thatched cottage, all the way to the top of Changyu Mountain.

At the same time, on the mountain road of Changyu Mountain, other casual cultivators in various costumes could be seen from time to time, either climbing on foot or flying with magic tools, all rushing to the top of the mountain.

It seemed that they were all going to listen to Master Linghuan's lecture.

Some of the cultivators seemed to know Qin Bang and Fang Ping, and nodded and greeted them from time to time.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Qin."

"Is Fellow Daoist Guangjin also here to listen? Let's move quickly, it will be too late if we are late!"

These cultivators, who were either inexplicably familiar or completely unfamiliar, greeted Fang Ping naturally, all shouting Guangjin's name.

Qin Bang said he was Guangjin, but Fang Ping thought he was not.

But the monks along the way all called him Guangjin, which inevitably made Fang Ping a little shaken.

He followed the crowd silently and came to the top of the mountain.

At this time, almost all the hundreds of independent cultivators who had built houses and practiced on Changyu Mountain had arrived here.

Everyone consciously formed a semicircle and waited for the arrival of Master Linghuan.

A moment later, a monk descended from the sky with a magic weapon and landed on the deliberately vacant first seat.

Realizing that this person was Master Linghuan, Fang Ping glanced and confirmed that the other party was only at the ninth level of Qi training.

However, the nearby monks all acted in awe, and vaguely heard the monks kowtowed on the spot, calling him senior, and sobbing to thank him for his lectures once every six months.

"Only at the ninth level of Qi training, he can preach to so many monks. It seems that the strength of this independent cultivator on Changyu Mountain is really not that good."

Fang Ping shook his head, somewhat disapproving in his heart.

But he was stunned.

That's not right. The mana in his body is only at the third level of Qi training. Why would he look down on a senior who is at the ninth level of Qi training and may have a chance to build a foundation?

Where does the word "merely" come from?

A strong sense of doubt and contradiction surged from his heart, making his heart, which had been a little shaken before, alert again.

There is a problem!

There must be a problem!

Just as he was desperately trying to find the source of the doubt and contradiction, Master Linghuan, who was preaching on the seat, glanced at Fang Ping unintentionally, and then knocked on the brass bell in front of him, making a crisp sound, which dispersed everyone's distracting thoughts and whispers, and also attracted everyone's attention.

At this time, Master Linghuan cleared his throat and spoke slowly.

"As usual, today is the time to preach again."

"Last time, I preached the Gengjin magic in the small five elements magic. This time, I will preach the illusion."

Master Linghuan stretched out his hand and pinched the magic formula, condensing a group of lifelike butterflies, letting them fly up and down on the top of the mountain.

"Illusion has a long history. Although it is not as good as the five elements magic in killing, it is better in being secretive and difficult to defend. It can make people fall into the trap inadvertently."

"It is said that the ancient monk who first created the illusion had a dream. In the dream, he saw himself transformed into a butterfly. For a moment, he was happy and forgot his identity as a monk. He was immersed in illusion without knowing it."

"When I woke up from the dream, I was confused. I didn't know whether the monk turned into a butterfly, or the butterfly turned into a monk."

"Everyone here Fellow Taoists, you must have had a dream in which you didn't know who you were, and you felt panic. This is normal, don't panic. "

"That ancient cultivator had such a dream, and inspired by it, he created the illusion method. The exquisite method is enough to make the person who is hit by it unable to distinguish between the real and the illusion, as if he is in a dream and can't extricate himself, and finally let others slaughter him. "

"Today, I will talk about the key points of this illusion method."

After saying that, Master Linghuan began to talk about himself.

The content of the talk was very simple at first, only involving the Qi training stage. But inadvertently, he talked about some methods of the foundation building stage and even the late foundation building stage.

The essence of it was that Fang Ping was unconsciously attracted by it and listened to it bit by bit.

However, he subconsciously ignored that he was only at the third level of Qi training, why could he understand the profound Taoism that even ordinary foundation building cultivators could hardly comprehend.

The casual cultivators on Changyu Mountain who were only in the initial and middle stages of Qi training could not possibly understand what was said, but they also acted as if they were fascinated by what was said, as if the words of Master Linghuan contained the profound meaning of the great Dao.

In the open space in front of the lecture platform, there were many strange phenomena such as the sky falling and the ground surging with golden lotus.

Even if the legendary ancient great supernatural power master was resurrected, he would be no more than this when he was preaching.

Half a day passed in a trance.

Master Linghuan slowly stopped preaching, looked at the scattered cultivators gathered around, and suddenly sighed, with a difficult look on his face.

Immediately, a scattered cultivator asked worriedly: "Why are you frowning and sighing, Master? What troubles have you encountered? If you need our help, please tell us."

Master Linghuan sighed again and said: "I am also a scattered cultivator from Changyu Mountain, and I know the difficulties of your cultivation. Therefore, since I have made some progress in my cultivation, I will come here to preach once every six months."

"However, I have been practicing recently and have gradually touched the threshold of foundation building. In order to prepare for foundation building, I am afraid that I will not have time to come here to preach in the next few years!"

As soon as these words came out, the scattered cultivators present immediately showed disappointment and sadness.

"Without the Master's teachings, how can we practice?"

"Please have mercy on us, Master Linghuan, even if you only come one day a year!"

"It's hard, it's hard!"

Seeing many casual cultivators begging, Master Linghuan also looked helpless.

After a while, he suddenly said: "Well, we are all casual cultivators in Changyu Mountain, so we are predestined. In order to complete this fate, I plan to accept disciples from you. In the future, you can serve under my seat and listen to my teachings day and night. But there are fifty great ways, forty-nine of them are derived from heaven, and one is missing. Even the way of heaven is like this, so I can't accept more. This time, there is only one person who has the fate of master and disciple with me!"

Master Linghuan accepts disciples?

The casual cultivators present were immediately excited and rushed to his seat.