Lishan Old Mother Palace, private backyard.

Hearing Lingxiao say, what kind of 'spirit stone' is buried under this thousand-year-old soaphorn tree, Zhang Yunxian's first reaction was that this should be something similar to the extraterrestrial meteorite, the extraterrestrial meteorite contains the essence of the universe, and this spiritual stone should contain the aura.

It's no wonder that this soaphorn tree is the same age as the two trees outside, but it is more than twice as long as the thickness of the trunk and the height of the tree.

Regarding the spiritual communication between Lingxiao and Zhang Yunxian, the other people were not aware of it.

Although the spiritual power cultivation of the Dust Dao Master is unfathomable, the identity of Lingxiao is really a bit unique.

Zhang Yunxian once heard Shen Yi mention it, saying that Ling Xiao is the most talented young master in the history of the Spirit Clan, and he can coexist with Shen Yi for more than 30,000 years without dissipating, so it is conceivable that his ability is not much weaker than Shen Yi.

Therefore, Lingxiao's spiritual thoughts are not perceptible to human spiritual cultivators!

Hearing that Zhang Yunxian was a little puzzled, why did this tree grow much bigger than the two outside, he sighed slightly.

"Alas, I can see that several of them should be spiritual cultivators, and we are also considered to be people in the same way, so we don't go around in circles when we are poor!"

"Dao Chief, but it's okay to say!" Zhang Yunxian already knew that there was a peerless treasure under this tree, but he didn't quite understand what kind of help he asked him to help him.

Chuchen stretched out his hand and pointed to the soaphorn tree, and several people followed his gesture to look, and saw that there was an old futon on the ground, green and dark cloth, which should be filled with cotton, because it had been used for too long, there were even a few traces of sewing on the futon.

"Poor Dao came to the Old Mother Palace at the age of thirteen, it was a hundred and twenty years ago, when the Chinese warlords were fighting, the people were struggling to make a living, and the whole country was in dire straits. My parents died young, and I myself contracted the plague, but it was my master, Tianyi, who saved my life. Later, I wandered with Master to Lishan, which was just a small mountain village Taoist temple, and there were only two people in the Taoist temple, my master and me. I don't know why, Master asked me to meditate under this soaphorn tree for two hours every day, at first I didn't feel anything wrong, about two years later, one day when I was meditating, I accidentally found that my soul can actually go out of the body, you know, I have only heard about the Tao for decades before it is possible to do this......

Zhang Yun heard it idly, and Chuchen should have been shocked by himself at that time.

The so-called out-of-body soul, of course Zhang Yunxian and the three of them understand what is going on, to put it bluntly, as long as every spiritual cultivator reaches a certain level of spiritual power, they can basically do it, and it is not a profound and rare means.

However, Taoists do not understand this very well.

"When did the Dao Master begin to understand that he was actually a spiritual cultivator?"

Zhang Yunxian was a little curious, since Izuchen had mentioned the true identities of several of them just now, it meant that he must have known about the existence of such a thing as spiritual cultivation.

"Poor Dao found out that he could go out of his body, although this thing is weird, but it is still acceptable, but at the same time I also discovered another strange thing, which made me even wonder if I had paranoia. ”

"Grandpa Dao Chief, what other terrible things have you discovered?" Ling Zhi couldn't help but ask when he heard what Chen said was quite scary.

Izuchen smiled, and then said, "Now that I think about it, it's just that I'm lonely and unheard, and I'm making a big fuss." At that time, I also realized that I could easily read through other people's real thoughts. At that time, because of the war, the nearby villagers often came to the Taoist temple to burn incense and pray for blessings, I stayed at the door of the Taoist temple every day, watching the people coming in and out, their faces were full of the sorrow of the world, I never saw it, some of them laughed from the bottom of their hearts, it was really a dark and desperate period! The villagers bowed reverently in front of the statue of the old mother, and barely spoke, but I could really feel the voices in their hearts, praying for good weather and good weather to feed their families, for the war to end as soon as possible and for a peaceful life, and for their wives to have more sons and spread their ......."

Zhang Yunxian and the three of them, hearing this, as if they were brought back to that era a hundred years ago, the corpses are full of bones, blood is flowing all over the field, there are displaced refugees and remnants everywhere, the whole country is fighting everywhere, today Zhang San fights Li Si, tomorrow Wang Wu beats Zhang San, the magnificent rivers and mountains have been blown into a dilapidated scorched earth by artillery fire, and the people can only go to temples and Taoist temples to find solace in their souls.

There was a different kind of magic in the voice of the dust, and he continued: "In the third year, when my master was out to visit the doctor, he was hit in the forehead by a stray bullet and was killed on the spot, I heard the bad news and went down the mountain to look for the body of the master, but there were too many dead people in that village, and those who were soldiers simply gathered all the dead bodies together, poured oil, and burned them clean! I only found a broken dust of the master, and an equally worn cloth bag, because the cloth bag was sewn by my own hands for the master. I brought these two things back to the temple and erected a mound for the master, and the location is under this soaphorn tree!"

"Huh, where is it?" Shi Qiao'er was holding the little hand of a soaphorn pod on the tree, and suddenly trembled a little, and hurriedly hid behind Zhang Yunxian.

Under the soaphorn tree, there was no trace to be seen, and when he said this, several people's hearts were a little hairy, for fear that they would trample on his master's tomb.

Chuchen smiled and waved his hand, signaling Shi Qiao'er not to be afraid.

"Don't be afraid, listen to me. When Master's mound was erected on the seventh day, that is, on the night of my Master's first seven days, I will never forget it for the rest of my life, and I actually saw my Master's soul with my own eyes!"

The voice of the dust trembled slightly, even after a hundred years, he still felt vivid and unforgettable when he recalled the situation of that night.

Zhang Yunxian and the three of them didn't speak, and they naturally understood that this was not an unusual thing.

"That night, Master talked to me a lot, and I finally understood that he was originally a spiritual cultivator, and what happened to me was because I had been meditating under this soaphorn tree full of spiritual power all year round, and before I knew it, I had also become a spiritual cultivator! Master said that he was not really dead, so he ordered me to remove his clothes and tombs, so now you don't have to worry!"

"What about your master?" Zhang Yunxian couldn't help but wonder a little, he didn't perceive that there were spirits other than Aunt Mei nearby.

"Master meditated under this tree every day, until 60 years ago, when the Chinese government began to develop the tourism industry in Lishan, this long-abandoned Taoist temple naturally became lively. Although I asked the government officials to keep this courtyard as our private space, but Master had already cultivated to the realm of spiritual power at that time, and he reshaped his physical body with spiritual power, he said that he didn't like such a noisy environment, and insisted on going out to travel, and in the past sixty years, he only came back once in a few years, and now, even I don't know, where is his old man!"

"The Venerable Master really resurrected himself with his spiritual power?" If you want to say that Zhang Yunxian is not shocked in his heart, it is impossible, he originally consulted Lingxiao more than once in order to resurrect Liu Xiaomei, and Lingxiao also said that the body is not the only carrier of the soul, as long as Zhang Yunxian's own spiritual power cultivation reaches a certain level, he will definitely be able to reshape Liu Xiaomei's body and resurrect her.

"How about it, Yun Xian, believe what I said now, as long as you can transform your spiritual power into a body for your soul, that's a very simple thing. Lingxiao had some triumphant spiritual thoughts that appeared in Zhang Yunxian's mind.

"Well, I've always believed it!" Zhang Yunxian replied angrily.

However, although he has not yet mastered the technique of transforming spiritual power, Liu Xiaomei has come back to life in another way, and he can be regarded as getting what he wants.

Izuchen looked at the sky in the distance outside the wall with some distraction, and muttered: "Yes, Master took me to practice and opened the magical window of the spiritual power world for me, he was originally a fairy-like figure, and he could do such an incredible thing as resurrecting himself, now that I think about it, it's not surprising!"

"The temperament of respecting the teacher is really like a free fairy, which is enviable!" Zhang Yunxian sincerely admired.

"This time, I sensed that the three laymen were all spiritual cultivators, and the spiritual power attainments of the Yunxian lay monks were the most advanced I had ever seen in my life, except for my master. So, I would like to invite you to meditate here for a few days to help me break through the barrier of spiritual power, but I wonder if you can agree?"

Zhang Yunxian was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect that the request of the dust was actually this.

Breaking through the spiritual power transformation is also Zhang Yunxian's biggest heart disease in the past few days, he doesn't know how many times he has tried for this, and he hasn't even found the threshold to get started.

And the cultivation of the dust, in Zhang Yunxian's feelings, is much stronger than him, but he still hasn't entered this realm yet, is it really so difficult to master the spiritual power?

Regarding Chuchen's request for him to help, Zhang Yunxian has nothing to shirk, this is a win-win situation, and for himself, it is also beneficial and harmless.

"The Taoist Master praised it falsely, my spiritual cultivation is really not worth mentioning compared to you! Thanks to the Taoist Chief, he invited me to participate in enlightenment, I naturally can't ask for it!" Zhang Yunxian arched his hand again, and bent down to bow to Chuchen.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the layman is willing to agree, Poor Dao is really grateful!" said with a smile as he returned the salute.

"Dao Chief, please instruct, what should I do?"

"Layman is polite, the aura of this soaphorn tree will only be emitted after the night, and we will only have an effect when we conduct enlightenment at that time! Therefore, it will not delay you to travel around, as long as you remember to come here to find me at night!"

"Okay, then I'll come here on time in the evening!" Zhang Yunxian nodded at Chuchen in response.

"Hehe, it seems that the two of them, master and apprentice, don't know that there is a spirit stone buried under the root of this tree! I just think that this is a 'spirit tree' that is born with spiritual power! Yun Xian, your chance has come!" Ling Xiao's spiritual thoughts once again appeared in Zhang Yunxian's mind.