He put away his thoughts, concentrated on cultivation, visualized the Ruilong Mental Method, and carefully experienced the subtleties of Yin and Yang life and death, the body and soul, Yin and Yang, life and death, and the spirituality transcended it, turning into a Ruilong, just like the one qi and three purifications described in the Taoist book, and the self was like turning into three parts.

The next morning, when the sun was still below the horizon and the sky was dark, he woke up on time, opened his eyes, and his body, soul, and spirituality were as if they were fused back to their places in an instant.

Jumped up, put on a robe, put on the sword beside him, washed his face with water, drank water, took Bigu Dan, came to the front yard, set up firewood in the stove, stewed a pot of mutton porridge, and then went to the back mountain to exercise in the morning.

Running up the back mountain in one breath, his face was not red or panting, he felt that today's spirit was unusually full, his facial features and six senses were becoming clearer and clearer, and his body was full of qi and blood.

This felt like the first time he entered the realm of the living dead, practicing the dragon transformation technique, and suddenly increased a lot.

Feeling the changes in his body, he was overjoyed, practicing boxing, swords, and strength, all in one go.

"This is all the mystery of the corpse, this thing is derived from death, containing the two auras of yin and yang, life and death, and it can really enhance the cultivation of the living dead, and within half a month, I will definitely be able to achieve perfection the day after tomorrow. ”

He came out of the yin and yang life and death qi of the corpse, and he knew that this thing was of great benefit to him, and he really did not disappoint him, with the help of this heavenly and earthly treasure, his cultivation was faster.

After the morning exercise, when I returned to the Taoist temple, the mutton porridge in the pot was almost stewed, and some eggs and vegetables were added, and it was eaten.

His appetite seems to have become bigger and bigger, and he has become more and more hungry, and his eating rules have been adjusted, not according to the previous two meals in the morning and noon, he now only eats one breakfast, and only eats fruit or porridge at noon and evening, to avoid the feeling of fasting, and he is hungry for two or three days every seven days, and this cycle is three times a month.

The rules of eating, drinking, and resting in his cultivation are suitable for each person, and his physique seems to be different, and this law is adjusted by him according to his own feelings.

After breakfast, I rested for a while to eat, and then picked up a hoe and went out of the Taoist temple.

When he came to the open space next to the Taoist temple, he picked up his hoe and dug the soil, ready to plant some seasonal vegetables.

While digging the soil, he paid attention to his luck and strength, sat and lay down, made gestures, and every move he made was a practice, and farming was no exception.

In ancient times, the monks hid in the mountains and forests, got close to nature, were self-sufficient, and cultivated the avenues.

With his physical strength, the digging was too easy, and in the morning he opened up a large field of land, sprinkled seeds and watered, and it was a day to call it a day.

Of course, he is a Taoist farming, only turning the soil and watering, but not fertilizing, everything goes naturally, the harvest is definitely not good, but it doesn't matter, it is enough for him to be self-sufficient.

At noon, he went to the tree in the backyard to get a small piece of honey, ate the honey, drank the water, and began to meditate.

Originally, he spent his lunch and lunch break meditating and increasing his practice.

In the afternoon, he practiced Taoism, thunder magic, five element spells, five elements of mystic swordsmanship, yin and yang techniques, etc.

In the evening, sit on the wooden steps under the eaves, watch the sunset, meditate until the dead of night, eat a piece of corpse mushroom, and fall asleep to practice.

The next day, I still got up early on time, washed, practiced in the morning, ate, practiced martial arts in the morning, meditated at noon, practiced Tao in the afternoon, meditated in the evening, and entered the realm of the living dead by taking corpse mushrooms to practice dragon magic.

For the next period of time, he repeated it regularly, day after day, perseveringly, hiding in this mountain town, practicing quietly.

In Baijia Town, the villagers also repeat the days every day, the sun rises and the sun sets, the only difference is that the arrival of Zhang Xian breaks the peace of the town.

The view of burning the road did not ignite the fire, cured the stomach ache of the son outside the Sheng Yuan, and came back to life and saved it again, and the next day I heard that Chen Xianniang died, everyone said that Chen Xianniang offended the immortals, and died of disasters.

Also because of Chen Xianniang's death, everyone stayed away from Zhang Xian, and even took a detour when passing by the Taoist temple, for fear of provoking the immortals to send disasters.

In the past few days, some witches have also appeared in the town, inquiring about Zhang Xian.

This area is the realm of the witches, the fairy lady is just one of the factions of the witches, these witches, usually do not interact much, each has its own territory, each family has its own ghosts and gods, usually taboo to cross the border.

But for the witches, the immortals of Taixu Mountain are foreign ghosts and gods, and a foreign ghost and god actually killed the witches, which is a taboo.

And these witches believe in yin ghosts, are mostly influenced by negative thoughts, are chattering, narrow-minded, often act as demons, and secretly want to attack Zhang Xian.

Ten days have passed in a flash, this night, Zhang Xian took the corpse mushroom, slept into the realm of the living dead, and finally the realm was complete, and the three flowers of spirit and spirit gathered at the top, full and strong, gathered in the heavenly spirit.

After the realm is consummated, the divine thoughts are powerful, and they naturally go deeper into the state of silence and emptiness, reaching a critical point, and seeing the deepest thoughts, that is, the thoughts at the beginning of the conception of life, in the mother's womb, not yet born, a mass of flesh and blood, and the sprouts of ideas.

However, the scene he saw was a dead silence, pitch black, nothingness, this was lifeless nothingness, and then a thunderbolt swept by, illuminating the darkness, dispelling the dead silence, and there was life in the nothingness, a thunderbolt flickered, this was his true self, his original innate thought.

"Hahaha, you're finally here. "The thunder flickered, illuminating the void of the universe, and the voice of the true self remembered, grandiose, majestic, supreme, like the heavenly thunder above the ninefold clouds.

This laughter was the joy of breaking through the realm in his heart: "Do you see clearly, this thunder is you." ”

"Huh?" he raised his eyebrows, "Thunder? I turned out to be a thunderbolt reincarnated, why is there a dead silence in the womb?"

The thunder flashed, and the thunder sounded: "Your doubts, with your current vision, should have been understood"

"......" he was silent, the thought of his true self was his truest self, he was talking to himself in his own way, "because it was a stillbirth, so it was a dead silence, was the mother poisoned when she was pregnant?"

"Hey......" Lei Yin sighed and fell silent sadly.

The sadness of the true self is the sadness in his heart, and he doesn't know how long it took before he put away his sadness and said, "Could it be that I am an autopsy immortal?"

"As the master said, there is a sect of autopsy immortals who will be reincarnated in a stillborn life, experience the mystery in the womb, and when they return to their innateness, they will see their true self, and they will understand their past and present lives, but in my past life, why can't I see them? Why am I reincarnated with a thunderbolt?"

He was puzzled in his heart, he seemed to be different from the autopsy immortal, he had self-consciousness since birth, and he had some language habits, but he couldn't remember his previous life.

At this moment, when he saw his true self, he had more doubts.

Lei Sheng sounded and said: "On the mural of Taixu Mountain, there are thirty-three heavens, maybe you are reincarnated from the sky, maybe you are still a god in the sky, there is no such record in the book, the stars descend to earth, the gods are reincarnated or something."

"Uh......" Hearing this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, which was presumably his own thoughts.

"That's it, if you can't figure it out, you don't bother to think about it, concentrate on cultivation, and everything will go naturally. ”

His thoughts moved, he put away his thoughts, and the thunder flashed in an instant, merging with him, and he felt a lot more of a virtual realm in an instant.

This perception is from the congenital, in fact, he has a double pupil, coupled with the realm of the living dead, he already has this layer of understanding, but now it has become clearer.

The virtual realm is the space of nothingness, the space has two sides of yin and yang, the visible to the naked eye is the yang side, that is, the yang world, there is a tangible distance, and the back of the yang world is the yin world, that is, the yin side of the space, which is formless and unspaced, invisible to the naked eye.

Space is nothing, ordinary people with the naked eye, can not perceive the form of space, after returning to the congenital, back to the beginning of the chaos of flesh and blood, equivalent to jumping out of the constraints of the naked eye mortal, avoiding all the interference of physical perception, extremely quiet, extremely empty, thus understanding the existence of the void, so it is said to practice the gods to return to the void.

All things are in the void, so everything has two sides of yin and yang, and thoughts can pass through yin and yang, perceive the void, perceive the yin and yang changes of the void, and understand the void, and the Tao will naturally be more subtle and profound.

"Send the gods to the void, the underworld to hold dreams, I don't know what I think, can I send it to the master?"

His mind moved, thinking of the appearance and temperament of the master, and his divine will was sent to the void, and a thought swung out, like ripples in the water spreading, shuttling through yin and yang, and spreading to the depths of the void and the underworld.

Afar.

Above the night sky, the moonlight is bright, reflecting the boundless sea of clouds, just like the fairy world in the sky.

In the vast sea of clouds, a mountain peak is raised, which is really like an island in the sea of clouds.

On the island, the quaint pavilions and pavilions are like the palaces of the immortals in the sky.

In the palace, a woman lies on a bed carved from beautiful jade, wearing a plain robe, gentle as autumn water, pure and clean, ice and jade, not touching the dust of the world.

This pure and dustless woman, who is it except Li Xuanyu.

After Li Xuanyu was dumped by his apprentice, in order to find his apprentice, he went to the Wenguo Mansion, and he had already found out the identity of the apprentice, as if he was the missing stupid Guogong.

Li Xuanyu had doubts, and really couldn't figure out that the rumored stupid Guogong was actually her apprentice, but the clue was broken, and the apprentice could not be found, Li Xuanyu was in a bad mood, so he had to meet the immeasurable peak.

Wuliang Peak is a peak of the Geshan Mountain Range, towering into the clouds, like a heavenly immortal realm, Li Xuanyu lives here to practice.

At this moment, Li Xuanyu fell asleep quietly, his thoughts were extremely clear, and suddenly a ripple of thought came, this thought was very vague, but it was still sensed by Li Xuanyu.

The thought then moved, capturing the ripples in the void, and the picture changed, only to see a familiar young man's appearance, as if he was the apprentice of her heart.

"Huh, is that you?"

Li Xuanyu questioned, how could she dream of this bastard apprentice, could it be who cast a spell on her?