The mountain is not high, there are fairies and spirits.

The endless mountains and mountains, like a green dragon sleeping on this vast land, are lush and green, and the green mountains are connected to each other, connecting the sky like waves.

The sun is rising, the glimmer of dawn is reflected on the top of the mountain, and a green mountain is suddenly covered with gold.

The golden sunlight overflowed the lofty mountains, illuminating the golden and brilliant Buddhist temple temple on the mountainside, at this moment in the temple, the sound of chanting and bell chime was heard, and some psychic birds and beasts accompanied by the sound of the Buddha, also lit up their voices and sang.

The light of the Buddha nourishes the earth, all living beings!

Suddenly, with a "bang", a figure jumped in the backyard of the Buddhist temple, and I saw a teenager flying among the trees, chasing a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.

The young man was wearing this shabby robe, but he had black hair, and he was a small layman with hair cultivation. His speed was extremely fast, and he gradually approached the Lingzhi in front of him.

That Lingzhi has been bathed in the light of Buddha all the year round, and its thousand-year-old cultivation has taken on a human form.

"Caught you!" The young man suddenly accelerated, the thousand-year-old Lingzhi was close at hand, he reached out and grabbed it, his face was overjoyed. But suddenly the spiritual light in his hand flickered, and the thousand-year-old Lingzhi slipped out of his hand in an instant, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The boy flew to the ground and looked around, and the Lingzhi seemed to have evaporated, and it was really gone!

He trotted a few steps forward, but there was still no sign of Lingzhi.

But under the big tree not far away, the boy found a sloppy old man munching on a peach.

"Grandpa, did you see a thousand-year-old Lingzhi just now?" the young man trotted over and asked.

However, there was no response for a long time.

"Uncle, have you seen a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum?" the young man asked again in his heart, he took a closer look, and found that this uncle's face was covered with yellow hair, just like an old monkey king!

"You ask me?" the old man looked up sharply, looked left and right, and suddenly stared at his yellow eyes, and the fox asked, "Boy, can you see me?"

"Nonsense, I'm not blind, of course I can see you!" the young man smiled bitterly, "Grandpa, dare to ask if you have seen a ......"

"Hahaha, it's really interesting, the old man has been on this mountain for a hundred years, and no one can see me, even the abbot in the temple can't do it!

"Abbot, do you mean my master?" This mountain is also a Buddhist temple, this sloppy old man dared to jokingly call his master like this, the young man was extremely unhappy in his heart, "Uncle, the younger generation will not bother, farewell!"

The boy turned around and left!

"Don't go, boy, is this what you're looking for?" the old man laughed, and the young man turned around to see that the old man was holding the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in his palm!

"It turns out that you robbed me of my Lingzhi and gave it back to me," the boy shouted!

"Give it back, yes, what's your name?" the old man smirked.

"Makuyi!"

"Mu Yi, good name" The old man asked with a glint in his eyes, secretly rejoicing in his heart: This kid is young, but his spiritual power is very majestic, he is really a rare talent, but he can't be let go.

"Do you want to worship me as a teacher?"

"I already have a master!"

"Is that the abbot child? That's too bad, not as good as me, can I teach you that he won't?" the old man patted his chest and said with a confident expression.

Mu Yi was even more unhappy in his heart, he walked up to the old man and asked, "My master can teach me to peep at yin and yang, seize creation, reverse life and death, palm reincarnation, and attain immortality, you can also teach me?"

"This ...... These are not a big deal, of course the old man can teach you" The old man looked embarrassed.

Peeping at yin and yang, reversing life and death, and reincarnation, this has to be taught by Xingjun or Emperor Shakti, and his master can also teach?

"Boy, I'll teach you a technique of looking at qi! This technique of looking at qi is not ordinary, as long as you cultivate to get started, you can spy on life and death!"

"Snooping on life and death? sounds good, how long will it take me to learn!" Mu Yi also came to amuse.

"I see that you are a good seedling, and you should be able to learn it in a month," the old man said solemnly.

"A month, that's too long! How do I know if you're lying to me!"

"You little doll, you're clever enough!" the old man scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "In this way, I can use the method of Daigo empowerment to pass on such a spell directly to you! Quickly stretch out your hand, and I will pass on the exercise to you now!"

"Is that true?" Mu Yi was skeptical, and finally stretched out his hand. The old man was a little on the palm of the young man's hand, and a golden spiritual power instantly poured into Mu Yi's body.

Suddenly, a loud voice suddenly rippled in Mu Yi's sea of consciousness, and Mu Yi hurriedly closed his eyes and used his spiritual power!

"Hurry up and follow the guidance of the exercises and condense your spiritual power!" the old man quickly called, and he found that golden mist rose above Mu Yi's head, and his spiritual power suddenly soared!

After a while, the spiritual power on Mu Yi's body descended, and the golden mist above his head dispersed.

"Good boy, you can master it so quickly!" the old man smiled happily, and looked at Mu Yi as if he had been treasured, "If you see black qi in your eyes, it is a sign of death!

"Then I've practiced now?" Mu Yi opened his eyes, his pupils condensed with aura, and looked at the old man. But in his field of vision, there is no change at all!

"You're really a liar, you can't see anything at all!" Mu Yi said in disappointment.

"That's the old man's cultivation! Little guy, dare to suspect that the old man is coming! Let's make a bet; you go back to the temple now to take a look, and catch Ming'er up the mountain for a trip, if you still think I lied to you, this Lingzhi will be returned to you, otherwise, you have to kowtow to me and call me master! Dare?"

"Bet on it, I'll get this Ganoderma lucidum tomorrow!" Mu Yi agreed.

On the mountainside, Mu Yi quietly passed through the woods, and Mu Yi flew into the back door of the Buddhist temple in a flash.

In the backyard of this Buddhist temple, there are already hundreds of refugees whose families have been broken and their wives have been separated in troubled times. At this moment, these refugees have just finished their morning classes at the Buddhist temple and are enjoying the beautiful and short leisure time of their lives in the backyard.

In these troubled times, Buddhist temples have become their last refuge for refugees.

When Mu Yi stepped into the backyard of the Buddhist temple, suddenly, he saw that the headspace of the backyard was suddenly gloomy, and patches of black mist were so heavy that they were entrenched above the heads of those refugees, converging into the shape of crows.

The crow's blood-red eyes were soaking up the life of the refugee.

It's cold, eerie, and shocking!

"This ...... What's going on?" Mu Yi was stunned, the Buddhist temple in his eyes suddenly became a purgatory, full of death.

"Little Master Yi'er!" several refugees looked at Mu Yi from afar, and immediately folded their hands and greeted with a smile.

Many of them were once prominent people, but after a long period of war and parting, they all gave up their thoughts and converted to Buddhism. For Mu Yi and others, they all have great respect.

"This is the art of looking at qi? The cold and piercing crows condensed from black qi above their heads are a sign of death?" Mu Yi was shocked and said in his heart, "Could it be that these refugees who have just escaped from the sea of suffering are all about to die? What the hell is going on!"

Mu Yi said secretly in his heart, a little indignant in his heart. He saw that the refugees looked pleasant, as if they were in a peaceful place with a look of contentment and happiness on their faces, but the black air above their heads covered the sky, firmly evaporating the vitality in their bodies, and it was as if they were in danger in hell.

"Yi'er!" Suddenly, a shout came from not far away!

"Master!" Mu Yi came back to his senses and followed the voice towards the temple of the Buddhist temple, and the voice was none other than his master. Mu Yi hurriedly flew towards the temple.

Mu Yi's figure swept by, and in the blink of an eye, he flew into the Buddha hall, only to see that familiar figure sitting in front of the huge Buddha statue, reciting Buddhist scriptures.

"Master!" Mu Yi shouted thoughtfully, but he suddenly felt a cold aura on his master's body.

"Yi'er, have you gone down the mountain?" the master turned to look at him, "Huh, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing!" Mu Yi walked slowly to the master and said, "Master, the apprentice knows that he is wrong! Today I went out of the temple to pick a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, I wanted to give you medicine, but I didn't catch it." ”

"It's okay, for the teacher's illness, the thousand-year-old Lingzhi doesn't have much effect! For the teacher, you have a lot of trouble, what happened today?" the abbot asked kindly.

"Master, have you ever heard of the art of looking at qi, can it really spy on life and death?" Mu Yi suddenly asked in his heart.

"Of course not, the art of looking at qi can spy on luck, but it can't look at yin and yang! the so-called yin and yang is life and death!" the master said calmly.

In the world, is there really an invisible force that controls the life and death of those mortals?" asked Mu Yi.

"Yes!" replied the master.

"What kind of power would that be?"

"Not only mortals, but even our monks are under the control of this power! Even if we can peep yin and yang, we can't reverse life and death; even if we go against life and death, we can't escape reincarnation! This is the irresistible power of the Heavenly Dao, and the world calls him fate!" What was waiting was the master's long sigh, and Mu Yi's heart suddenly calmed down, a little cold!

"Heaven and earth are not kind, and all things are used as dogs! If Heaven and Earth let them die, but I want to save them, what should the disciple do?" asked Mu Yi again.

The abbot master smiled lightly, he looked at Mu Yi, and asked slowly, "Yi'er, you grew up in the temple, do you know the outside world, why do we want to cultivate?"

"Disciple knows, this is the northwest of the Great Power of the Western Wei Dynasty! Our cultivation is to drive away demon beasts and maintain the peace of mortals in the world!"

"Where did the demon beasts in the world come from?"

"Demon beasts are transformed by resentful spirits, and for thousands of years, wars have been endless, and mortal souls have become evil spirits when they are impregnated with resentment. The higher the rank, the stronger the strength! And we, as monks, must exorcise evil spirits!"

"In addition to our Buddhist monks, who else?"

"There is also the Confucian Confucian True Religion and the Taoist Taoist True Religion. ”

"Yes, then do you know why there is so much turmoil and war in this world?" the master asked again.

"The disciple doesn't know" Mu Yi's heart was gradually calmed down by the master's several questions and answers, and he looked at the master with full attention, waiting for the master's explanation!

"Cultivation, in the final analysis, there is only one word: fight!

The reason why we are able to cultivate is because this world is full of the aura of the mystical spirits, the golden ones are the Buddhas, the white ones are the Confucians, and the black ones are the Taos, and these mystical spirits are the embodiment of human beliefs and prayers, and the more believers there are, the stronger the aura of the mystical spirits becomes.

And luck, that is, the king's qi, will wait for the emperor, the higher the position, the wider the fiefdom, the stronger the luck, the faster the speed of cultivation!