There is a palace and a temple at the foot of Asagayama.

The palace is the Dark Green Palace, and the temple is the White Waterfall Temple.

Let's not mention this White Waterfall Temple, and say that this Qinggong is another great road for the Taoist Gate, and the way of cultivation is famous all over the world, saying: Autopsy Dao.

This autopsy is not the autopsy that Mo Chuan had killed himself in the first place.

It's Sanqing Avenue.

Also known as: Fudao.

To be precise, autopsy is one of the paths.

"Taoist Doctrine Hub" has a saying: There are three solutions to the Fu Dao, which are martial arts, literary solutions, and autopsies.

Three turns per solution are combined into nine turns.

Wu Xie and Wen Xie will not mention it for the time being, and it is said that this autopsy has been carried forward in the hands of the Dark Green Palace.

It is rumored that the Dark Green Palace has the most two things.

One is a lot of white bones, bone bone immortals.

The second is more yang bamboo, bamboo sea waves.

On this day, in the midst of a bamboo sea, the white-haired Sword and Staff Pavilion Master of the Dark Green Palace sat alone under the shade of the bamboo, setting out a paper chessboard, fighting in the middle of the battle, as if fighting left and right.

"Da Da Da ......"

Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps, and a young Taoist was seen approaching.

This person was dressed in a green robe, looking heroic, with a flute tied around his waist, and a green sword behind his back, the tip of the sword was facing upwards and the hilt was facing down.

It was Su Qin's back sword style!

When the young Taoist approached, he bowed his hand: "Disciple Qingyuan, meet the master!" I've seen all the uncles and uncles! ”

Isn't?

If you open the eyes of the sky, you can see the bustle next to the Sword Staff Pavilion Master.

Dozens of ghosts and immortals, no, it should be said, a little essence of the soul, sitting in a circle, bustling.

Some of them repented of chess;

Some rob the child and want to do it;

Others secretly changed their chess pieces and watched the excitement.

"After going down the mountain to practice my heart for two years, I came back in one day, it seems that I have learned something?" The Sword Staff Pavilion Master dropped the chess pieces and turned to ask.

"I have a little gain, so I go back to the palace, I want to wash my soul and cultivate the immortal body, and I ask my master for permission." Qingyuan replied, looking neither humble nor arrogant.

"Well, come here, let the teacher take a good look." The Sword Staff Pavilion Lord beckoned.

Qingyuan approached, stretched out his right hand, and let the master take the pulse.

The Sword Staff Pavilion Master snapped his fingers and pressed the pulse, and after a little probing, he couldn't stop smiling on his face: "Not bad, the spirit is strong, the immortal is hidden, it is a good time to cultivate the immortal body." ”

Qingyuan's face was overjoyed: "With the master's words, the disciple will be relieved." ”

"In the past few days, the Chaoge Wine Party is in full swing, and those demons and monsters have drunk too much, and there will always be a few arrogant people, and the immortal body is very important, you, let's postpone it for a few days for the time being, and save the mistake." The main path of the Sword Staff Pavilion.

"Disciple understands!" Qingyuan arched his hand.

The so-called immortal body is actually a yang bamboo.

In the Stygian Palace, there are three classes of autopsies.

The cultivation of the Sword Staff Pavilion is the method of replacing the corpse with the sword staff.

That is, take a section of yang bamboo, refine it with essence blood, blend the spirit and soul, and finally abandon the shackles of the flesh body, send yang bamboo, and replace the form with a cane, in order to seek great freedom.

Of course, this method is also extremely risky.

Once you start cultivating the immortal body, that is, the physical body withers and when the yang bamboo swallows the qi, this process is almost irreversible, and once it stops, it will fall short.

Because there is only one wisp of human womb breath, and once it is exhausted, it cannot be renewed.

In addition, the physical body is not strong enough, the divine soul is not refined enough, and the immortal body is very likely to fail to cultivate.

Once you fail, you will be destroyed;

At the lightest, the body is withered, and the soul is trapped in the yang bamboo, and there is no hope for the end of the life, and it is difficult to even change the ghost path.

Right now, these countless souls that can't be touched and seen are the losers of the Sword Staff Pavilion in the past generations.

It was precisely because of this that the master of the Sword Staff Pavilion was cautious and advised his disciples to postpone the cultivation of the immortal body.

"Qingyuan little Taoist, two years of heart training, I'm afraid I have experienced a lot, it's better to talk to me and say, the right to relieve boredom."

"You old boy, Qingyuan just came back, and he also gave people a breath."

"Oh, they're all cultivators, so why be polite?"

As soon as the Sword Staff Pavilion Master finished explaining his business, the remnants of the remnants over there couldn't wait to chatter.

These autopsy losers have been trapped in Yangzhu for an unknown number of years, although they have colleagues as companions, they are also lonely, and when they see Qingyuan coming back, they are naturally extremely enthusiastic.

"Qingyuan has been refining his heart for two years, and he has encountered countless things, and many things are still puzzled.

Qingyuan arched his hand and smiled.

"Oh, you kid is the same as your master, you speak politely, talk quickly."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Qing Yuan smiled slightly when he heard this, then untied the Qingyu Sword, crossed his knees on the bluestone of the bamboo road, and groaned slightly, and then spoke eloquently.

After two years of heart training, everything I have experienced is everywhere.

Qingyuan knew that his uncles and uncles were lonely, so he simply didn't talk about the point, and simply told everything from beginning to end, no matter how big or small, and told it in detail, from anecdotes about tea stalls on the street to as big as slaying demons and eliminating demons.

For a while, the bamboo forest became more and more secluded, and only the voice of Qingyuan was left.

Even the uncles and uncles who were noisy kept their mouths shut.

Only when encountering controversial things, will there be a red-faced quarrel, which seems to be lively.

Before you know it, it's dark.

Ren Qingyuan describes everything in detail, and the story will come to an end.

In the end, Qing Yuan said with great interest:

"Speaking of which, when I returned to the palace, the disciple was in Qingjiang County at the foot of the mountain, and I encountered an interesting incident."

"Oh, talk about it."

"It's also a coincidence, the disciple returned to the palace heartily, copied the path, and happened to meet a group of filial sons and grandsons to perform the longevity prayer, the disciple listened to the villagers' discussions, the filial son often insulted the sick mother, so the longevity prayer showed filial piety, the disciple saw this, simply pretended to be a god once, and asked, can you think about it clearly?"

"Hahaha, as soon as these words come out, I'm afraid I can scare those fools to death?"

"You deserve to be scared to death!"

The remnants of the remnants laughed and chattered incessantly.

Qingyuan said with a smile: "As the uncles and uncles said, it is obviously an act of praying to the gods, and when they see the gods speak, those filial sons and grandsons do not like to be afraid, and they scatter birds and beasts, which only adds to the joke." I hope that after this incident, I will teach them to know that there is a god in their heads, and they should not deceive themselves again. ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The uncles and uncles have more than one after another.

No, the Sword Staff Pavilion Master, who had never spoken, asked abruptly, "That filial son can be called Zhao Wensong?" ”

Qingyuan looked surprised: "Shizun knows about him? ”

The Sword Staff Pavilion Master stroked his white beard, shook his head and said, "The word Wen Song is a gift from the poor Dao. ”

Qingyuan became more and more surprised: "There is such a fate? ”

"Zhao Wensong is young and frail and sickly, his mother loves her son, often enters the palace to incense, and the poor road has been bumped into a few times, and she is familiar with it a little bit, she saw that the cheap name is useless, so she begged me to take a correct name to suppress the evil spirit......"

When the Sword Staff Pavilion Lord said this, his tone was suddenly a little emotional:

"Two years ago, Poor Dao also saw him come to the palace to offer incense, I heard that he has a bit of filial piety, and the master of the corpse pavilion still intends to lead him into the Tao, why haven't you seen him for two years, but insulted his sick mother?"

"The human heart is fickle, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. Prajna is at ease, dissolved in nine days. Maybe that's human nature! Qing Yuan sighed for a moment and replied.

The master of the Sword Staff Pavilion was silent, and said after a while: "Well, since you have a gift, you should take a look." ”

[Thanks to the "Weici" 5000 coins for the reward, thanks to the "Wang Sanzhi" for the reward! ] 】

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