Yuan Qingwei didn't speak, and was silent for a moment before sighing, and said, "If cultivation is compared to drawing water, then this is the case for you!" ”

As he spoke, Yuan Qingwei stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of the pond on the edge of the position of the two of them, the mana worked, and wisps of water vapor rose, gathered in his palm, turned into a little droplet, and said: "You don't have enough cultivation root tools, which means that you can't intercept the vitality running between heaven and earth, and you can only intercept a drop of water from the pond of vitality through a rather complicated and troublesome method, and store it little by little for emergencies." ”

Then Yuan Qingwei pointed to the cup on the table again, and said: "And this cup is like a root instrument that can be practiced like Ah Cheng, his cultivation is actually to put the lid of the cup into the pond to draw water, there may be a leak in the middle, but in the end, he can get more than a dozen drops of water every time, if there is the right way, he can get more, he doesn't need to do too much before filling the cup." ”

Then, Ah Cheng's breakthrough in cultivation was to constantly change to a larger container. But your cultivation requires more of the process of making the initial container, and this acquired container is much more fragile than the root vessel condensed by reincarnation, and the worse ones are like papier-mâché cups, which can't hold any water at all, and the better ones are similar to balloons, in which you can store water, but the more you store it, the easier it is to break. ”

"Isn't there any other way?" Huang Sheng frowned, although he had long known that he had no possibility of cultivating, but when he heard such a metaphor, it was impossible not to lose it.

Seeing this, Yuan Qingwei sighed secretly in his heart, the rest of the methods are not nothing, but these methods more or less have their own concrete images and shortcomings, and they are not suitable as a method to guide Huang Sheng to get started.

The two fell into a short silence, and after a while, Huang Sheng opened his mouth to ask for something he had fancied these days, that is, to leave alone.

Yuan Qingwei shook his head, taught Guan Cheng for another hour, and said: "Now, you have been under my door for three months, and your cultivation can be regarded as entering the door, and I have nothing new to teach you for a while." You practice alone, I have some understanding in the past few days, I need to meditate for a few days, and you are optimistic about your home. ”

Returning to the meditation room, in the center of the meditation room is a wooden chariot that has only been scaled down to the size of a palm.

The chariot is very finely made, the top is the dome three layers, the upper layer is round, decorated with lotus patterns, the middle layer of four corners, decorated with four spirit lines, the lower layer of octagonal, the pattern of the innate gossip, and there are Yingluo hanging clouds, covering the line of sight. The chariot is equipped with a lotus throne, the flowers bloom nine pins and eighty-one petals, and the surface of the futon placed in the center is covered with the texture of the compass left by the ghost bus in the past, and similar lines also appear on the left and right sides of the chariot, and the wheels are placed. In front of the last chariot, there are two straight wheels, which can fix the mount, and the surface is carved with the lines of cranes.

Yuan Qingwei took it into his hand, closed his eyes and pondered, and sank into the sea of knowledge, this time it was different from before. Yuan Qingwei, who entered the Qingwei Palace again, didn't know if it was a psychological effect, and felt that he entered it this time, compared with the last time, the connection with the Qingwei Palace seemed to be a little closer, and at the same time, the causal constraints left by the people of Songxi Dao were also aggravated.

Looking at the small chariot that also appeared in his hand, Yuan Qingwei decided to quickly solve this cause and effect, and then go to see what was left in the next futon.

Sitting on the futon of Songxi Daoren, through the connection between the underworld, the consciousness descended into another world.

There was no light and shadow effect, and there was no wonderful feeling, just a blink of an eye from one place to another.

As soon as he arrived, Yuan Qingwei felt a cold force eroding himself, and with a movement of his heart, the chariot in his hand flew out instantly, growing larger in mid-air, and finally protected Yuan Qingwei's soul safely.

This chariot is actually a treasure used by the Taiyi Temple to communicate the two worlds of yin and yang in the past, and when the Taiyi Temple was at its peak in the past, it also opened up the spiritual realm of its own sect, among which there are many people who practice in it. And this chariot is for the yang world to enter and exit the netherworld, with all kinds of mysteries, the most important of which is to protect the soul from external erosion.

It's a pity that the chariot was damaged in the later battle, and when Yuan Qingwei dealt with the ghost bus this time, the reason why he thought deeply was also to use the ghost bus to communicate the power of yin and yang, condense the corresponding spiritual materials, and repair the chariot.

'Descend directly into the underworld?' Not bad! Yuan Qing raised his eyes slightly, looking at the surrounding environment, that is, he saw the surrounding yin wind gusting, a poor mountain and bad water, wisps of turbidity rolling around, only a few auspicious places with incense offerings, should be a shallow layer of underworld projected from a mountainous area.

Lonely souls and wild ghosts wander around in the underworld, and from time to time they have to endure the blowing of the yin wind, and their bodies shake, as if they will disappear at any time.

Compared to what is recorded in the Overworld, there is nothing to be afraid of here. Thinking so, Yuan Qingwei still flicked his fingers, and the surrounding Yingluo weeping clouds appeared with a faint brilliance, and at the same time, the top three layers of dome also gave birth to changes, and the gossip patterns evolved into many scriptures, and the auspicious cloud lines turned into clouds, among which there were lotus flowers, blooming treasure light, shining on the surrounding peace.

The crane lines on the straight wheel in front of the chariot also bloomed with a faint brilliance, and the phantom of the nine cranes appeared, like horses pulling the chariot, being held by illusory ropes, supporting the chariot to fly.

The chariot slowly moved forward, and a lonely ghost who happened to be under the chariot had changed, and under the illumination of the treasure light, wisps of gray gas rose from the surface of his body, and then the face of the deceased involuntarily showed great joy and great tranquility, turning into a little spiritual light and escaping into the underworld.

At the same time, a little bit of plain white qi fell from the darkness, and Yuan Qingwei took it into his palm, and a trace of excitement appeared in his eyes.

'Yinde! There is yin virtue! And the incense wish power can also be passed on! In this way, Shinto is not completely impossible! Yuan Qingwei thought about it, and drove to an auspicious place with incense offerings.

Yuan Qingwei constantly observed the essence of auspiciousness, and the more he observed, the more excited he felt.

Compared with the records in the sect's classics, it seems that the auspicious land here only has the power to protect the souls of the dead, and even the will of the souls cannot be completely retained, and these ancestral spirits do not have much self-will at all except for the instinct of protecting the family. But the existence of auspicious land already means the possibility of the spiritual realm in essence. In this way, I may not be able to establish a Shinto system! ’

Thinking of this, Yuan Qingwei's mind was empty, and he felt the Qingwei Palace, which had a mysterious connection with him in the dark: "The only question is, why didn't the people of Songxi Dao discover this back then, did they not try, or was it because of their own problems?" ’

Yuan Qingwei thought, and carefully sensed the existence of Qingwei Palace, he found that the connection between Qingwei Palace and himself was still very close, and he could return there as soon as his mind moved, but on the contrary, this heaven and earth also had some kind of connection that bound him and did not let him leave.

'Is there cause and effect for the people of Pine Creek? Yuan Qingwei carefully dialed the corresponding cause and effect, felt the feedback of cause and effect, and said with some curiosity: "Interesting, is there still a inheritance of the Songxi Dao people?" According to his memory, shouldn't it have been broken? ’

Some curious Yuan Qingwei just turned the chariot around, thinking about the place of causal feedback and galloped away.