Early morning.

Lin Yi got up as usual, put on a robe, and after washing, he went to the main hall in front of him to offer incense to the statue of the god.

The gods offered in the main hall of the Taoist temple are generally "three clears", but the ancient temple is different, and the worship is an old man with white beard and crane hair, kind eyebrows and good eyes without losing his authority.

Later, Lin Yi learned that this was the famous Hongjun Ancestor.

According to the immortal system of this world, Hongjun is an amazing innate god, and it is real, not fictional.

After crossing over, in order to understand the new world as soon as possible, Lin Yi read the books in the Taoist temple, and realized that he did not travel to the ancient times of the earth, but a different world with immortals, demons and cultivators.

Why is he sure?

Because a few days ago, he saw a person flying over the Taoist temple, stepping on colorful clouds and mist, faster than an airplane, and he looked stupid.

That's not a movie, it's not a special effect.

But a real immortal!

After incense to Hongjun Ancestor and cleaning the hall, Lin Yi went to the backyard again, watered an acre of green vegetables, beat insects, weeded, and finally came to the atrium of the Taoist Temple.

There was a dead willow tree in the courtyard, and eight local chickens were raised beside the willow tree, clucking and clucking.

Lin Yi fed and fed water, and then took away the eggs in the chicken nest.

Busy work, busy work, it was noon.

The life of a little Taoist priest is so boring, except for offering incense to worship, reading the scriptures and meditating, and welcoming the sparse pilgrims, other things are no different from those of rural peasant women.

For Lin Yi, who is accustomed to urban life, it has a different taste.

No, after finishing his work, he sat cross-legged on the futon, took a copy of the Taoist "Wuzhen Sutra" and read it, and studied its meaning.

In this world, Taoism is a very large sect of cultivation, and Taoism and doctrine are not imaginary, but based on facts, and reading them can cultivate one's self-cultivation and enter the way of the Holy Spirit.

What Lin Yi is most interested in is cultivation.

A copy of "Tuna Method" is memorized very well.

"Tuna Fa" is not a precious secret book, you can buy it all over the street, and there are several copies of the Taoist temple alone.

The content above is only a few tens of thousands of words, which is to absorb the aura of heaven and earth through breathing and breathing, which is simple and easy to learn.

Anyone can do it, it can strengthen the body, but it is not a real practice.

For example, everyone can sing, but to become a professional singer, there are two levels of singing.

Spit is like smoking, smoke in and out, feeling refreshed.

The aura that is actually integrated into the body is not even a percent.

Cultivation is like eating, and most of the aura inhaled can be retained, and the effect is not the same.

Lin Yi meditated and vomited for a few days, and his spirit was nourished well, but his body did not change much.

The aura goes in and out, and it can't be kept.

It seems that if you want to practice properly, you can find a master.

He wore it to the other world to live again, and naturally he was unwilling to be a little Taoist, even if it was out of longing for "soaring clouds and fog", he had to try.

As an earthling, who wouldn't want to fly?

Go to heaven and earth like the mythical Sun Dasheng, tsk!

Another five days passed.

Lin Yi is accustomed to the life of the Taoist temple, and every day in addition to trivial matters, that is, meditation and vomiting.

The days were pleasant.

The one who is having a bad time is another person in the Taoist temple: self-communication.

After burning his feet, he was a lot more honest, and he was a fake smile when he met.

Every day, he endured the pain and tiptoed to the stove to get a few steamed buns to eat, so as not to starve to death.

I hated and feared Lin Yi in my heart.

Lin Yi had already seen through the true face under that fat face and didn't care.

He is not the little Taoist priest who is obedient, and he has a way to deal with Zitong.

To put it bluntly, Zitong is just a rice bucket that bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard nest.

This guy is honest and the best.

If he dares to retaliate, Lin Yi doesn't mind being a killer.

In his previous life, he lived in modern society and was in awe of human life, but he did not necessarily come to this world.

Night.

The Taoist temple is very quiet.

The dim candlelight flickered.

Add to the silence.

Lin Yi sat cross-legged alone and practiced vomiting.

Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound, as if someone was whispering.

"Who?"

Lin Yi was startled, looked around, and found no one in the hall.

There are only two people in Taikooguan, he and Zitong, Zitong burned his foot, and it is impossible to come to the main hall.

Could it be that an outsider has broken in?

Lin Yi was cautious by nature, and walked around the Taoist temple without finding a human figure.

When he returned to the temple, he heard the voice again, and it was very clear.

"Dao! No, God, Dharma ......"

It's like someone is chanting.

Every word, sonorous will be powerful.

Lin Yi didn't understand, but for some reason, after listening to a few words, he felt at peace and felt comfortable, as if he had a soft hand caressing his body.

"How so!"

He couldn't help but use the method of breathing, and suddenly felt that the aura was pouring into his body like the waves of water that broke the embankment, which was ten times better than before.

Lin Yi was pleasantly surprised, and had no intention of checking the source of the sound again, so he immediately sat down and practiced the method of breathing.

The aura enters the body with a breath and an inhale, and it no longer flows away like before, but instead reaches the limbs and bones, and melts into the blood and bones.

"Make! Extreme! Xuan! Saint!"

It was like a sound from outside the sky, lingering in the temple.

Every word is like a nail, driven into the mind.

Lin Yi was guided by it, and unconsciously cultivated for three hours.

It was as if I had fallen asleep, and a few hours passed in the blink of an eye, and I didn't realize it.

In fact, this is the state of "concentration" in practice, which is extremely difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and true practitioners have to practice hard for a month or two before they can enter concentration.

Strangely, listening to the mysterious sound, settling down is as easy as sleeping.

Lin Yi saved a lot of effort, learned without a teacher, and actually realized the method of cultivation.

It's amazing!

In the second half of the night, Lin Yi couldn't help but be curious, temporarily stopped practicing, and continued to look for the source of the sound.

Searching for it, his eyes focused on the one-foot-tall statue.

Hongjun Old Ancestor stood majestically, his eyes were like electricity, and his momentum went straight to the Nine Heavens.

It's just a stone statue, and it looks like a true god has come down.

Especially the sonorous sound, which adds to the divine might.

Lin Yi stabilized his mind, folded two tables and stepped on them, lying on the side of the statue's mouth.

The voice is very clear, whispering in the ear, deafening.

"It's the idol that speaks!"

Lin Yi was shocked.

He searched for a long time, only to realize that it was the statue of Hongjun Ancestor.

As a progressive youth in the new society, Lin Yi never believed in ghosts and gods.

But when he came to this world, his concept was reversed.

Immediately, Lin Yi knelt down and bowed to the statue three times, not daring to slack off.

Hongjun Ancestor didn't react, still chanting something like a scripture.

Ignore Lin Yi at all.

Lin Yi thought to himself, he was not as good as an ant in the eyes of Hongjun Ancestor, people disdained to talk to him, he just had to be polite, he didn't have to worry too much, so he got up and sat down and continued to settle down.

As for why the statue appeared, what was the purpose of Hongjun Ancestor? He thought about it in vain, how could the affairs of immortals be managed by mortals?

Since the whispering of the idol is of great benefit, it is to enjoy it.

Even if his wish came true, Lin Yizheng was worried about the difficulty of cultivation, but with the guidance of the statue, he easily opened the barrier of cultivation and stepped into a new world.

After a few days, he was able to breathe his aura freely and reach his whole body.

With this best "medicine", Lin Yi's illness was quickly cured, and his physique was getting better and better, his flesh and blood were devoid, and his muscles and bones were strong, like breaking out of a cocoon and being reborn.