"Really, really...really a god?!!"

The old Taoist 'tep' and corrected it slightly seriously: "God is a god, and an immortal is an immortal, how can we confuse it? People can cultivate immortals, but this way of realizing the gods is definitely not something that ordinary people can take."

"Oh." Li Changan responded in a daze and asked with some trepidation: "Well, Master, what real person is inside? Why are he... coming to you? Master... are you really going to ascend to heaven and become a god... an immortal?"

Even if I don’t dare to believe it, I have to believe it. However, Li Changan was still a little uncomfortable and needed some time to digest this amazing cognition.

The old Taoist was not tall, looked up at his little apprentice who looked like a thin bamboo pole. He didn't know what he thought of, shook his head and smiled, and then nodded.

"True Man Douyuan is my senior brother, that is, your master."

Li Changan: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

"Master, Master! You mean, that god, no, that immortal is my master?!!! What about you, Master? You are also an immortal!"

The old Taoist exhaled a breath, and his two long white eyebrows fluttered slightly, but he smiled without saying a word. He looked at his little apprentice's old eyes and showed a hint of reluctance.

Li Changan didn't notice his master's expression at all, his heart was like a blowout, and his brain was running rapidly.

‘No way, my master is an immortal?’

‘Can there be any falsehoods that you see with your own eyes?’

‘God, so... it’s so developed!! The old saying goes, if one person has achieved enlightenment and a chicken and dog ascends to heaven, and if there is an immortal master, I will also have the hope of becoming an immortal!’

‘Master, Master…you are too low-key!’

That's right. Which immortal who has attained enlightenment will squat in this deep mountain forest?

I live in a yellow mud house that is so simple that it cannot be more simple. The Taoist robe on my body has been sewn and repaired. The seams and repaired are almost gone, and there are still a piece of dead branches on my head...

This is the legendary "real people don't show their appearance"!

The old Taoist has long been used to this little apprentice who has always loved to talk nonsense and has a strange mind. He knew that he was thinking about something messy at this moment. He curled the strange look in his eyes and said with a smile:

"You, you really think that Master is the sorcerer who jumps into the world who is the master of the world?"

Li Changan is poor in this world and has never seen what silver looks like. From time to time, he instigated his master to go down the mountain to become a master and earn some household expenses.

At this moment, Li Changan couldn't laugh at all when he was joking with his master, and said in a trembling voice: "Master...Master, why didn't you say these before?"

The smile on the old Taoist face gradually disappeared, and he said in a little disappointed manner: "What's so easy to say? You have no fate with the immortal Tao, and it's useless to say it. It's better not to say it..."

"Wait!" Li Changan shouted in surprise, "Master, what does it mean? Why did I have no connection with the Immortal Dao??!!"

The old Taoist put the teacup in his hand on the broken four-square table, glanced at the little apprentice, sighed lightly, and said slowly.

"We monks, when we first practice, need to cultivate qi, cultivate ourselves, think together, meditate, wander in the five internal organs, return to the six internal organs, and regain the true nature and spirit, and transform into the emptiness..."

"Master, tell me the point." Li Changan couldn't help but interrupt.

In normal times, he was also very patient, but now he was so nervous that he really couldn't listen to the master's habitual long-term narrative.

The old Taoist closed his sleeves and replied, "You can't practice."

"I can't practice it for Mao?"

"The most basic monk is to beat him up and behave himself (quality).

Spiritual roots and wonderful bones, one of them is an ordinary qualification. As long as you are willing to make up for your shortcomings, you can achieve small success in time.

If both are used, it is the best. After ten years of nourishing qi, it can form a sea of ​​Qi and lead the sea of ​​Qi to penetrate the whole body. This is to cultivate one's body.

Going further up, those with excellent qualifications will have three flowers that will produce their own and the yang fire will be strong.

Further up, there are immortal seedlings, called Wushuang, each mountain gate, Wushuang. Wushuang, the three flowers bloom and the yang fire enters the orifices. If you click, you will be clear.

And you have nothing, how can you practice?

Those who have no spiritual roots and wonderful bones will nourish qi and explode the body, and cultivate the body may break the tendons.

Don’t say that something has been achieved, I’m afraid that I haven’t formed a sea of ​​energy yet and I can’t even get my life.

Master has thought of a solution. Do you still remember when you were a child, letting you take elixirs and go to the cold pond to practice qi?”

Li Changan nodded in confusion, and the old Taoist continued: "This is to use the cold air to suppress the surge of yang energy, and to harmonize yin and yang, to see if some slight spiritual energy can be accumulated in the body, to form spiritual roots or to quench wonderful bones.

Unfortunately, the results are very little. It just makes you stronger than ordinary people and can practice some superficial skills.

Alas... many elixirs are in vain, but they have caused you a lot of hardships.

Chang'an, Master is incompetent, and I have tried all kinds of methods. It's really a trick."

(._.)Li Changan was in a bad mood.

I just accepted that this is a world setting for a truly extraordinary person like the "gods and immortals", and my dear master is an immortal who has practiced and attained enlightenment.

This feels like I just picked up a lottery and won the first prize!

Who doesn’t want to live forever, who doesn’t want to have the great power of turning stones into gold and traveling thousands of miles a day.

Although he still misses the happy fat man in his previous life, the nurse and the soft and cute junior school girl, he has never been a fairy before. Only after he became a good person did he realize whether he was happy.

As a result, just after digesting the good news of the thunder rolling sky, the master poured a basin of cold water on his head.

The sky thunder was gone, and all that was left for him was Blooming.

Is it so difficult to survive a disaster?

But…

No!

Li Changan frowned and felt it carefully.

That golden roulette hovered quietly at the deepest part of his spiritual consciousness, just as ever.

Strictly speaking, it cannot be simply called a roulette. Its shape is like a clock movement or a gossip compass, but its structure is a hundred times more precise, or even tens of millions of times, than the movement or compass.

Moreover, it is not a round. It is layered, like millions of similar roulettes, which are made up of.

At present, Li Changan has no way to take a step closer to "introspection" and count how many layers there are.

He once thought that a big shot who brought him into this world must be a science master. The plug-ins arranged by him are so high-energy and hardcore.

So, even if you have this thing, you can’t practice it?

This golden 'roulette' hidden deep in his spiritual consciousness appeared when he was a baby.

He didn't know what it was at first.

When he was five years old, when he finally gathered his attention and mastered the mysterious tricks of the so-called "contemplation", he finally "sees" clearly that it was a precise instrument with extremely complex structures and superimposed by countless layers of roulettes.

It was also the moment when he "sees" clearly that the roulette began to rotate slowly as if it was activated.

After a round, stopping, a grid in the roulette will automatically open and a ray of light mist will pop up, and a string of values ​​will eventually appear.

After that, after several years of attempts, Li Changan initially figured out the basic uses of numbers based on the master's explanation of [Qi of Heaven and Earth, Magical Methods of Spiritual Energy] and the mantras and magic methods he taught him.

Give some examples:

He can use 300 values ​​to deepen his understanding of the primary water escape technique;

Use 500 values ​​to steadily strengthen the water escape technique, achieve integration and shorten the time required to perform the technique.

For example, when he uses protective barrier technique, he can use numerical values ​​to improve the robustness and durability of the protective barrier;

In short, it numerically and concretely transforms the spiritual energy that he has owned and has learned when casting the magic.

Therefore, he temporarily named the grid on the roulette [Psychological Collector].

Li Changan has calculated that the total amount of psychic energy that this [psychic collector] can absorb every year is 900-1,000.

Just now, the immortal master who rode a deer appeared in less than a quarter of an hour, and the value increased by more than 2,000.

Is it more beneficial to him to get close to a place or person with a strong sense of immortality or spiritual energy?

In addition, Li Changan thought of another key point.

Since the master has real knowledge and is very likely to be strong, why have he never noticed this "collector" in his spiritual consciousness for so many years?

Could it be...

With the master's cultivation level, he can't see through the "plugs" in his spiritual awareness?

Also, because Mao is by his side, his value has never skyrocketed??

Li Changan frowned and thought carefully about whether he could cultivate immortality.

When the old Taoist saw his little apprentice's sad appearance, he sighed in his heart. He turned around and sat on the chair, sighed, "You, alas..."

Li Chang'an followed him over and said without giving up: "What's wrong, Master, is there any other way? No matter how hard or difficult it is, tell me, I think I can still try it."

The old Taoist stared at him for a long time, "Forget it, wait for another seven days. Let's wait for the opportunity in seven days."

"Opportunity? What's the opportunity?!" Li Changan's eyes shone, he approached his master, squatted down, and looked very well-behaved, obedient and lovely.

The old Taoist thought of something, reached out and touched the little apprentice's head, smiled slightly, and said, "You will know at that time."

‘Gululu’

He couldn't care about his head, but his body was very honest. Li Changan's belly sounded like a roar again.

The old Taoist waved his hand, "Go and stew wild vegetables and rice, don't think too much. The teacher will do everything possible. Go, Master Mo Xin has also arrived outside the yard."
To be continued...