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The longevity of a monk varies with the level of cultivation.

After laying the foundation, you can live to be more than two hundred years old. And there was no time to slow down, so he had to desperately cultivate to the Jindan stage. If not, it will only turn into dust. was lucky, and then enjoyed a 500-year-old life.

In the eyes of mortals, five hundred years of Spring and Autumn is long enough. For monks, most of these years have been taken up by practicing qi and building a foundation. The rest of the time is like gold. Then let's continue to run wildly, and use the remaining two hundred years to rush to the Yuan Infant Stage with all my might.

A hurried figure is like a fish swimming against the current, even if it has escaped the stormy waves and natural and man-made disasters, it is still inevitable that it will fall short and die on the side of the road. But those who leap forward to the tide will borrow another 500 years from heaven!

However, the journey has not really begun!

It is not easy to turn into a god. Those who get what they want can be said to be one in ten. Those who cultivate into the primordial gods will have a lifespan of 3,000 years. The fairy road is like mountaineering, the higher it is, the more difficult it is, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. If you want to live long, keep going.

Refining the realm of emptiness, the longevity is 6,000 yuan, and the cultivation to the combination is 12,000 years!

Don't get complacent. Don't you see the desperate bets of people such as Hengtianmen, Yu Hengzi and others?

If you become an immortal one day, you may be able to breathe a sigh of relief. The longevity of the four realms of Brahma is explained in the Codex Jade Slip without Fairies. Immortals, Heavenly Immortals, and Golden Immortals, ranging from 20,000, 50,000, and 80,000 respectively. Immortal Monarch ranges from 100,000 to 200,000 to 300,000. There should be a discrepancy in their respective years, and this is more or less the case.

Tens of thousands, or even tens of thousands of years, are enough to turn the sea into a mulberry field. And once a monk retreats, it lasts for a thousand years. This long life span is just a few more times of cultivation work. So what should we do? I saw that the figures were in a hurry on the way, and the footsteps were rushing one by one. Don't hesitate any longer, catch up after resting!

No matter the wind or rain, don't ask about life and death. Since you have embarked on this road, you are destined to never stop. And the cloudy sky that is being pursued is still ahead......

On the sand dunes, Lin Yi was silent for a long time.

Unconsciously, I actually took a closer look at the codex printed in the jade slip. In a trance, it was like following the footsteps of a stranger, from the undulating seaside and the wilderness to this desert where the corpses were buried. In the meantime, there are childhood dreams of the cloudy sky, unforgettable bereavement, heavy hardships and humiliations, all kinds of bloody killings, and remorse and helplessness in the retrospective moment!

If it is discussed, the life experienced by this old man beside the corpse road is extremely complicated, and it does not lose the ups and downs and thrilling. Even if Lin claims to be extraordinary, I am afraid that it is difficult to compare with him. And his Dao number has no fairy, which is even more relieved to see through the hustle and bustle!

It is like a nursery rhyme: who is said to be immortal, grass mustard ascends to heaven, who is said to be immortal, the real dragon can be rich. The shepherd is a dream, and the real life is abundant......

Lin Yi's eyes moved away from his hand, and he slowly looked at the sand nest in front of him, with a faint gloom and vicissitudes in his expression. It seems that the person who crossed the corpse and turned to ashes was not the old man, but he Lin Yi himself.

There are many grievances, but they are just a glimpse. All the love and hatred of the sea have returned to dust. In my dream, the fairy town is far away, but I see loneliness like sand!

Lin Yi sighed for a long time, his eyes calmed down a lot, and his ups and downs also added a little leisure.

What does it matter if there are immortals and no immortals? As long as you don't forget your original intention, you will live up to this life!

Whether it is immortal or mortal, everyone has their own wonderful! Each other is the scenery, and it is mixed with all things. And that unpredictable way of heaven is just another embellishment of scenery in Cao Jiao's eyes!

Lin Yi held the jade slip in his left hand, and took out the purple gold gourd with his right hand. At this moment, there was movement behind him.

"Lin Zun, this desert is weird......"

A figure gasped and rushed to the sand dune, then landed heavily, and then sat down to rest in a hurry, and did not forget to say hello, and then said: "I'm lost......"

It was the exhausted Motoshinko, who finally caught up.

Lin didn't look back, "um", raised the wine gourd and took a sip. Wine is like years, years are like wine, light or strong, you have to slowly experience. The so-called lost path is just a small circle in the same place. The road, or this way......

Yuan Xinzi dropped a broken divine stone, and then took out another piece and held it in the palm of his hand. After absorbing it, he raised his eyes and asked with some concern: "Presumably, Lin Zun has already seen the clues, and I don't know if there is a countermeasure?"

Lin Yi was very simple and responded: "No!"

Yuan Xinzi snorted, and had to close her mouth and eyes together. Walking for three months in a row is really exhausting. And pranayama will raise one or two......

Lin Yi was still drinking wine and his expression was distant, but the jade slip in his left hand turned into crumbs and spilled silently. The wind and rain of 100,000 years are just a tiny little bit between the grains of yellow sand. He looked down and suddenly said, "Yuan Xinzi, you might as well tell me about your past and listen to it......

Yuan Xinzi opened his eyes, his expression was slightly stunned, and he was puzzled: "Why is Lin Zun so interested?"

Lin flicked his sleeves lightly, and the sand grains and jade chips could no longer distinguish each other. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he replied: "Every grass, every tree, every sand and every stone is where Lin is interested, not to mention you, the master of the Cave Heaven in the Demon City......"

"If you have to work to lift, you don't dare to be a ......"

Yuan Xinzi was busy with a humble sentence, and couldn't help but feel worried in his heart. After getting along for a long time, I have already understood. It doesn't hurt if the master has a stiff face. I'm afraid that if he puts on a smiling and kind appearance, it will make people confused.

Lin Yi raised the gourd again, as if he was listening.

Yuan Xinzi hesitated and said: "There is really no past worth mentioning in the next inaction...... he has lived for tens of thousands of years, and he has always been cautious and swallowed, but there are few times when the spring breeze is proud. The years when I became an elder steward were the most glorious period of my life. Although it is short-lived, it is still unforgettable. Other than that, what else can be worth savoring?

Lin Yi didn't wait for the answer he wanted, as if he was a little surprised, but he shook his head and stopped asking, stretched out his left hand and grabbed it gently. The piece of yellow sand mixed with jade shavings instantly flew up a small piece, hovering leisurely three feet away. He had a stern look and an ethereal look. After a while, he pinched a few inexplicable tricks in his hand.

Yuan Xinzi was still waiting to ask, but no one spoke up. He was busy breathing, but he couldn't help but look curiously. That master is really leisurely, and he actually played with the dust?

Lin Yiwu sat upright, and the fine sand flying in front of him changed. It was like a small sand cloud hovering, faintly containing a bit of inexplicable qi. In the blink of an eye, the yellow sand cloud suddenly slowed down, and then the fluorescence flashed and suddenly condensed, instantly turning into a jade pillar the thickness of a thumb. With the light of its method, the jade pillar penetrates through it, revealing eight holes, seven in the front and one in the back. He flicked his fingers again, and the wind sounded......

Seeing this, Yuan Xinzi was stunned.

It should be a small method that I have never seen, just a simulacrum. The thing that was transformed was not unfamiliar, and it was called Jade Xiao......

No, the jade flute did not come out of thin air, it was clearly made of yellow sand. But there is no refining method, why did the yellow sand directly turn into jade shavings and condense into Xiao?

There is also the sound of the wind, whimpering and undulating like crying, and then like a mountain spring rushing and surging. An inexplicable sense of desolation and coldness came, causing the surroundings to fall into an empty silence for a moment. However, in an instant, it is clear again, the stream is murmuring, the moon is bright in Songgang, the breeze is blowing, and the artistic conception of dust makes people forget themselves......

Yuan Xinzi's expression was stunned, and he only felt that his mind was in a trance and it was difficult to control himself. It was as if he had been wandering on the shore of the cliff for a long time, and when he suddenly woke up, he almost wanted to struggle, but he couldn't help himself. He didn't think much about it, and lost his voice: "Lin Zun......"

Lin slammed his hand, and the jade flute exploded with a bang, and as the light flashed, it fell again. The swirling fine sand was gone, and only the crystal jade shavings were slowly silent. In the blink of an eye, the sand and topaz on the ground are very distinct. He slowly turned around, looked up and down at Yuan Xinzi, whose expression changed, and asked, "What's wrong?"

As the surroundings returned to quiet, Yuan Xinzi's impetuous and restless mind gradually calmed down, and he hurriedly responded as if he had nothing to do: "It's just that I'm upset, but it's okay! It's just that the sound of the flute is too moving, and I don't know where it came from and what its ......name is." In the sound of the flute, it seems to contain the power of transcending heaven and earth, invisible and shadowless, without a trace, but everywhere, and there is no way to escape. Caught in it, the meaning is moved, and inexplicable frustration and hesitation arise spontaneously. If it continues, it will either collapse the Dao realm, or it will have an epiphany......

Lin Yi looked at Yuan Xinzi's expression, thought back to his actions, couldn't help but smile, turned to look ahead, and said softly: "A song of red dust for 100,000 years, coming and going only in the ......floating clouds" His state of mind at this time was completely different from when he returned to his hometown twice. Instead of deliberately forgetting and cutting off, it is better to pick it up and put it down easily. Be persistent, face it. I remember that Master Qingyunzi has a saying: Heavenly Dao, it is not a thing......

Yuan Xinzi's eyes blinked, secretly pondering the intention of Lin Yi's words. He seemed to understand, but he didn't think so. Just as his mind was hesitating, another gust of wind rose all around. He exclaimed: "Lin Zun's subordinates are merciful......

Yuan Xinzi opened his mouth, and then fell silent. The tall man not far away sat still at all, but the wind in all directions became stronger and stronger. He hurriedly looked up and looked around, and was immediately amazed......