He crossed mountains and mountains, trekked through mountains and rivers, walked through one village after another, knocked on one door after another, and he survived tenaciously, and some kind of power took root in him.

He passed by a Taoist temple, and the viewer looked at this unattractive little beggar and asked him to stay.

This Taoist view is too imaginary.

Taixuguan sat on an unknown hill, there were four or five disciples in the temple, Ji Meng was not only the youngest, but also a newcomer, so everyone pushed most of the work to him.

Early in the morning, he would get up and ring the bell to clean the fallen leaves in the courtyard, then carry water and chop wood for cooking, recite scriptures in the dilapidated temple, and he also had a lot of work, such as managing the warehouse, lighting and turning off the lights, and his senior brothers did not treat him very well, and occasionally bullied him.

The contemplator didn't care much, except when he was reciting the Morning Sutra, most of the time he was either in his room or on the top of the mountain, and he stipulated that nothing should come and disturb him.

Although Ji Meng was bullied, he had something to eat, and he didn't make a small report, so he watched it day after day.

The disciples in these temples are all children of poor families, and they are already very satisfied to be able to survive and have something to eat, but as for cultivating immortals, they don't care very much.

Because their master doesn't teach at all.

Sometimes they suspect that the master doesn't know how to practice at all.

But no one ever dared to question it. Anyone who questioned him would be expelled from the Taoist temple.

Although the life of the Taoist temple is cold and lonely, it is better than sleeping outside and begging along the road.

This year, Ji Meng was eleven years old.

It has been three years since the death of my father and mother, the eldest brother, the second brother and the third brother.

Three years ago, he suffered a major accident, in order to survive, he left his hometown, begged all the way, lived in Taixuguan, he gradually grew from an ignorant child to a resolute and silent teenager.

Unlike other disciples, he studied the scriptures very seriously and diligently, which allowed him to know many words and gain a certain culture.

Although the scriptures are obscure, they also cultivated the boy's great perseverance and patience, and he gradually realized that behind these words were someone's thoughts and concepts.

The contemplator is still silent, and everyone seems to be accustomed to it, because the contemplation is a small contemplation, and the contemplation is an ordinary person.

Although the Taoist temple is not small, but there are few Buddha statues, so the pilgrims who come to the Taoist temple to offer incense are also very few, and over time, this Taoist temple is gradually unknown.

Although the Guan Master noticed this special young man, he didn't have any thoughts such as passing on his exercises as an inner disciple, because he himself was actually just a half-hung immortal cultivator.

After the death of the master of the Goddess, he was left with only a yellowed copy of the exercises.

He was very diligent, he opened his spiritual sense very early and sensed the aura.

However, no matter how he cultivated, he couldn't enter the most basic Qi cultivation realm.

He practiced penance for many years, but finally couldn't find a way, and he didn't recover in a fit of anger and died.

When these disciples saw that their master was dead, they felt that there was no point in staying on this nameless green mountain where birds don't, so they went down the mountain one after another, and only Ji Meng stayed.

He buried his master and kowtowed to his grave to thank him for taking him in and keeping him alive.

While tidying up the master's room, he found a yellowed book.

Originally, he thought it was just an ordinary scripture, but after opening it, the contents of it shocked him greatly.

Not only did he understand every word on it, but he also understood the meaning between the lines.

This is a mental method, a high-grade mental method, called "Lingxuan Sutra".

He was very happy, but he was also very calm, why did the master have such a profound mental method but not cultivate?

However, he soon understood that it was not that the master did not cultivate, but that the master could not cultivate at all.

This mental method was so advanced that he felt a splitting headache after only reading one page, so he had to hurriedly close the "Lingxuan Sutra" and not look at it.

Although he was only eleven years old, he was a thoughtful teenager.

The experience of the past three years has cultivated his resolute character and also cultivated his meticulous mind.

He cherishes his life very much, he knows that it is not easy to live, although the "Lingxuan Sutra" is very tempting, but if he dies inexplicably like the master, what is the point.

He will neither follow in the footsteps of his master and rush to practice, nor will he turn a blind eye to the Lingxuan Sutra, he will find a path suitable for his own cultivation.

Every day after that, he continued to do what he had done before, after all, to live he had to eat, to cook and to work.

Of course, now he doesn't need to be responsible for the food of so many people, he just needs to feed himself, and things like ringing bells and lamps, since they don't make much sense, he can't do them.

In this way, he kept part of his time for himself and for the future.

The Lingxuan Sutra was obscure and confusing, so he decided to read only one line a day.

But after all, he had more wisdom and higher qualifications than the dead master, and soon, he turned on his spiritual sense and sensed the aura.

Although he was happy in his heart, he also knew that this was only the beginning.

With the experience of the master, he must not rush forward.

He was a man of patience, and even if he sometimes felt that he could see more, he would never do it.

The road of cultivation is long, he is only eleven years old, and there is some time.

The ascetic self-discipline helped him and allowed him to avoid many detours and evil paths in his practice.

His comprehension is much higher than that of the master, but he is still not in a hurry, he only reads one sentence every day, and he has to fully understand this sentence before reading the next sentence.

"The way of immortal fall is more expensive than specialization. ”

"The mystery of the spirit begins with all things. ”

At first, his head hurt very much every time he read a sentence, but later, after reading a sentence, his head gradually stopped hurting, and he began to understand the meaning.

In this way, a month later, the first page of the "Lingxuan Sutra" had been turned over by him.

Of course, the first page was also completely eaten by him.

From the content of the first page, he learned that this continent is called the Immortal Fall Continent, which is a world where immortal cultivators gather, there are many immortal cultivators in this world, but there are very few people who can ascend to immortality through the tribulation.

There are many benefits of cultivating immortals, in addition to being powerful, being able to refine pills, being able to cast swords, calling for wind and rain, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, and getting money, beautiful women, fragrant cars, and BMWs, these things are very tempting to a young man, but the temptation of ascending to immortals is even stronger, because he has read the scriptures before that it is left by the ancestors of Taixuan, and one of them is written by a person who has become an immortal.

In the past three years, he has studied diligently, and he has read most of the scriptures, but he can't understand the "Book of Clouds and Seas" at all, obviously he understands every word, but when combined, he doesn't understand it at all.