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The Ninth Ting can teach people. Through his narration, he vividly tells how to refine oneself, how to comprehend the universe through seventy-seventy-nine days, and how to comprehend oneself to complete the foundation building.

Theoretically speaking, if you understand yourself and the universe in advance, you can avoid the forty-nine days of "theoretical" fasting.

The most important thing is that you have to understand who you are. Only when you find yourself can you harmonize with heaven and earth, only then can you find heaven and earth, and only then can you refine yourself.

Chen Banxian mentioned where the "fire" of refining in this book came from, and Ninth gave an answer.

"From the inside to the heart, from the outside to the heaven and earth."

There is no place in the mortal world where the mind is not trained, and the body is constantly going through tribulations. This kind of training is one's own method. It is different for everyone, but it is roughly the same.

As the saying goes: Yin and Yang of all things in the world are independent and have the same root and unified thinking.

It is the correct method that builds the foundation through this kind of thinking of the unity of nature and man. Let Chen Banxian and the others not slack off and tell the secrets of the method, and how to refine the energy and transform it into the spirit.

As for the subsequent refining of gods and returning to the void and the refining of the void, he couldn't describe it, because he couldn't understand it yet.

"Okay, you guys come back tomorrow. If you still have some time, I will explain to you the precautions and the Zhoutian acupoints."

Jiujiu said it easily, but Chen Banxian heard it in a different tone. He seemed to have returned to the time at the end of high school.

And what he said today was half-understood, completely different from the Xiuxian in his image!

Shouldn't it be about absorbing spiritual energy and then circulating it in the body, then breaking through the bottleneck, and then continuing to absorb spiritual energy?

Why did this place become a world of enlightenment?

Fang Ping was distracted all the way back, muttering:

"I can't slack off, I want to find my true self and what I am!"

"I want to cultivate immortality, I want to live forever, I want to fly around, I want to become an immortal and become an ancestor..."

Chen Banxian did not interrupt him. Ninth belonged to evil cultivators, but since Master Zhou could refine blue energy, theoretically they should be able to as well.

Unexpectedly, Fang Ping muttered, and suddenly his eyes flashed: "By the way, I can see myself clearly through my abilities!"

"Conscience is not..."

Chen Banxian reacted instantly and fled almost instinctively.

"Whoosh!"

He was very fast, and Fang Ping only shouted the last word, and then started to make various tweaks.

"Oh! My God, I am such a villain, relying on my brother to cultivate immortality. What can I give in return?"

"Oh my God, who am I? I am not a gentleman. Sister Xiaofang and I have such a good impression. Why don't I dare to express my love openly?"

Who is Xiaofang? Chen Banxian's eyes widened as he watched Fang Ping directing and acting there. Many people around him were looking at him curiously.

This piece of shit does things without thinking at all? No wonder he can only be an honorary minister.

He paused in his steps and shouted to everyone around him fiercely: "This is Fang Ping, the Minister of Intelligence. If you don't want to disappear quietly, close your eyes and ears!"

The crowd immediately averted their eyes and did not dare to look again.

But their ears were raised high, and they only listened:

"I have a tiger in my heart, and I smell the rose..."

"I, the Buddha, are merciful. I need to save you at this time..."

"I will kill all the aliens!"

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The more Chen Banxian listened, the more he blushed. His paper bag was pierced with embarrassment, and he hurriedly fled the scene.

The dog has to bear the consequences of his own sins. If he thinks about it, he will go crazy and even lose his face.

When he returned home, he planned to seriously cultivate immortality, fast and bathe, and maybe if he had only been around for eight thousand years, he would be invincible in the world.

"Hiss~"

Braised chicken feet, stir-fried foie gras, and steamed croaker are all served in a half-cooked dish. They are all sealed or frozen dry food, full of calories.

Chen Banxian hesitated for a moment.

Banjiao has worked so hard to cook the food, and it can’t be justified if he doesn’t eat it, so let’s start cultivating immortality tomorrow...

"Hiss~" Banjiao squinted his eyes as he watched Chen Banxian devouring his food, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

The next day, Ban Jiao came back with a plump big herring hooked on his snake's tail, and Ban made fried sweet and sour fish.

The other half is marinated in sauce in advance, wrapped in bread crumbs, and fried until golden and crispy, with a dense and caramel flavor.

Chen Banxian: Let’s practice immortality in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, Lin Tian came back from the shelter and presented him with the ginseng he found in the secret realm of insects. Just smelling it made his blood flow and improve slightly.

Lin Tian thanked him sincerely: "I stopped by to take a look, but I couldn't find anything useful, so I grabbed some medicinal materials from dozens of giant insects. I won't give you some to try."

That night, Qingshuang also came back, bought a mutated old hen, stewed ginseng in a pot, and ate it until his mouth was full of oil.

Qingshuang is the Yin God and just tasted it. The Banjiao seems to be big but doesn't eat much. It seems to be in some kind of transformation stage.

In the end, most of it fell into one person's stomach and turned into billowing blood.

Chen Banxian: I will practice immortality tomorrow.

Tomorrow, tomorrow... Banjiao is cooking in different ways. Chen Banxian finally doesn't go out for a walk these days. It can show off its cooking skills!

Chen Banxian's plan to cultivate immortality was postponed day by day, and he occasionally went out to listen to Ninth's explanation of acupuncture points.

Fang Ping has been shutting himself in the room these days. From time to time, he hears shouts of "Conscience is still alive", followed by constant thoughts and nagging. Fortunately, the soundproofing is good and it doesn't disturb many people.

Chen Banxian ate today's bear paw with tears in his eyes, his eyes filled with resentment. This half-dragon had done him a lot of harm!

It doesn't know where it got all kinds of delicious food, maybe it was thanks to the relationship between the demon clan, it tastes so good!

Tomorrow, tomorrow... Until the fifth day, Fang Ping opened the door from his bedroom and shouted loudly: "I finally have enlightenment!"

He was so excited that he jumped up and down and snapped his fingers: "Crack."

There was actually a trace of blue energy surrounding him. According to his words, it meant that he had enlightened himself and established the foundation.

Next, he only needs to refine Qi to control this blue energy!

"This is spiritual energy, spiritual energy!" Fang Ping corrected, then ran into the kitchen and searched everywhere.

"Is there any more meat? Is there any meat? I'm so greedy!"

Does the ghost know how miserable he is living smelling the smell of meat outside every day?

Fang Ping actually built a foundation?

Chen Banxian had an unreal feeling. Could Fang Ping surpass him?

And he was still in a state where his mouth was full of oil.

Fang Ping ate some leftovers and then started to hang out in front of Chen Banxian.

"Ouch, who is this? It turns out to be my younger brother who has failed to become an immortal."

"Tsk, to cultivate immortality, you only need hands. Oh, sorry, I forgot. You have weak hands."

"Huh? You haven't succeeded in cultivating immortality yet?"

"Five days, just five days, I am the only genius in cultivating immortals among all!"

Why is this person so mean-mouthed! Chen Banxian was so angry that he gritted his teeth, slapped him on the back of the head, went back to the room, and locked the door!

Five days, right? Very powerful?

He wants to be serious and create a miracle!