Tieding Mountain, Laojun View.

Under a big tree, there is a bluestone.

An old Taoist priest dressed in a splendid Taoist robe, with white hair and white eyebrows, but his complexion was as ruddy and tight as a baby, holding a whisk in his hand, sitting cross-legged on it, recuperating and recuperating.

"Master, do we cultivators have any realm divisions?" A thirteen or fourteen-year-old little Taoist boy finished a set of boxing techniques, gathered his momentum, stood still, took a breath, and asked the old Taoist priest sitting under the tree.

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes, a white gas in his mouth was like an arrow, and he rushed out more than three feet before it dispersed, he simply stood up, pointed to the little Taoist boy's horse step pile method, and replied, "Yes." ”

"That person, what kind of realm is he?"

The old Taoist priest paused, was silent for a long time, looked at the little Taoist boy's eyes full of stubbornness and stubbornness, and sighed, "Ping'an, your father gave you this name in the hope that you can be peaceful and peaceful and practice quietly......

Dao Tong Pile Gong was obviously quite popular, and his body did not move, but he just said, "Master!

"The mayfly shakes the tree, and the mantis arm is a car!"

"No regrets!"

Looking at each other, Dao Tong turned his face slightly, not looking at the regret in the eyes of the old Taoist priest, gritted his teeth and said, "Master, you often say that cultivators should forget their feelings.

But forgetfulness is not ruthless, if you are a ruthless person, you will not choose to escape from the world and nest in this remote small Taoist temple. You won't take me as an apprentice.

Master, a practitioner asks the mind clearly, what is the mind? Self-grasping is my mind. A person should always have a wisp of obsession, just like your Tao. What do you say?"

A person who holds the dust in his hand swings lightly, and three thousand silver wires are three thousand thoughts, and at this time, the dust is moving, which is the heartbeat.

Although he has white hair and white eyebrows, his eyes are still clear, and his pupils reflect the upright figure of Daotong, and in a trance, he seems to see Daotong's father, the same perseverance, the same stubbornness, the same fearlessness.

It may be because of this lack of courage that he survived, but his mind was not clear, and his path was stagnant like stagnant water.

There are countless demons in the hearts and minds of cultivators, and although people like them are too rigid and easy to break, if they don't die early, their achievements will inevitably be above themselves.

The breeze blew the dust, and he heard his own voice ringing out, "Ping'an, do you know what the end of a cultivator is?"

Dao Tong was a little puzzled, he didn't know why the master suddenly said this, and replied, "Immortality?"

A Taoist bowed his head, "That's right." The world is so big, and the number of cultivators is innumerable, isn't what we are asking for is an immortal immortality? However, immortality is easy to obtain, but immortality is hard to find. ”

"Isn't immortality the same as immortality?"

"Hahaha, idiot. Immortality is longevity, and immortality is the result. A Taoist touched his white hair, "Cultivators speak a reverse word, so the path of cultivation is full of calamities, countless external demons want to harm you, and countless inner demons want to confuse you." If you can't control it, your life's cultivation will turn into water and ashes.

You asked me before, do we cultivators have any realm divisions, strictly speaking, no. ”

"No?" Dao Tong frowned, "The Dao of cultivation has been inherited for so many years, there are countless powers, and there are many heavenly pride, and even those powerful people have established a Dao system and established a sect, how can there be no division of the realm?"

"Why do you want to have it?" a Taoist laughed, "When the Taishang Dao Ancestor became enlightened, he only left a volume of five thousand words of morality.

The so-called realm is nothing more than that the path of cultivation is too long, and the practitioner will often get lost halfway and lose the courage to move forward. Therefore, the younger generations forcibly said it in order to seek a smooth path.

But what is the Tao? It is the essence of change, it is immortal, formless, formless, formless, and endless, and no one can say it clearly, and naturally there will be no clear division of realms. ”

Dao Tong became more and more puzzled and asked, "But you clearly said that there was a realm division before!"

"That's right. The Daoist smiled, "I also asked you before what is the end of our cultivators. In fact, the end of a cultivator is immortals. The people who practice our cultivation are double cultivation, practicing qi and storing spirits, and in real terms, they are just two realms, and before they become immortals, they can all be called qi practitioners. ”

"Master, have you become an immortal fruit?"

A Taoist fell silent, with an inexplicable look on his face, and a slightly dry voice sounded after a while, "I'm just an old Taoist priest who has been practicing for a long time, and I can't be listed in the immortal class." ”

The air was quiet, and the temple was on top of a mountain, with only the sound of the wind.

After a while, Dao Tong spoke again, "Master, then, what about that person, is he already an immortal?"

A Taoist collected his mind and replied, "There was once a Taoist master who divided all the cultivators who received the immortal fruit into five categories, heaven, earth, people, gods and ghosts. That person did get the immortal fruit, and he was the first human immortal since the revival of the aura. ”

"Human immortals?"

"The refinement of the form is great, and the flesh is sanctified! ”

"Among the five categories, is there a distinction between superior and inferior?"

"Nope. ”

"That means that as long as I can become an immortal, can I go to him for revenge?"

The Taoist sighed, "At least you have to be a Yang God, so that you can be considered qualified to face him." ”

"What is the Yang God?"

"Those who are yang gods, gather to form, disperse to become qi, and where they go, the true gods see the form. A Taoist suddenly paused, brushed the dust, bowed to the empty place and said, "The Taoist is friendly to practice, and he is holding an axe in front of a real person, and he smiled." ”

Dao Tong was stunned, and suddenly, two people appeared in that place, one big and one small, it was Li Qing and the little shepherd boy Jin Qiu.

Jin Qiu winked at Dao Tong, "Ping'an, I've come to see you, are you happy?"

......

The two little guys were sent away, and Li Qing and Yizhi sat down in front of a stone table.

A Taoist was waiting to cook tea, Li Qing waved his sleeves, took a wisp of breeze, two white clouds, and suddenly the tea vessel overflowed, and a faint Taihe qi rushed into the nose.

Li Qing made an invitation and said, "This is really a good place, so I will borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and I hope that the viewer will not blame me for coming uninvited." ”

Yi Zhi smiled and said, "Where and where, a person like Daoyou can come, my little Taoist temple is full of brilliance." ”

After drinking tea, he praised it, "Daoyou is really a good means, and only when you reach such a situation can you be regarded as really comfortable and happy." ”

Li Qing shook his head and smiled, "Lord, I can't hide it, I haven't been in the world for a long time, and I have long heard that there is true cultivation in Laojun's view, so I came to visit, and I hope that the lord can give me advice to solve my confusion." ”

"Don't worry, I will know everything, and I will say everything." ”

"Dare to ask Daoyou, who is the first human immortal since the revival of the aura you said earlier?"

When the Taoist heard this, his expression became complicated.

Li Qing asked, "Is there anything unspeakable about the Lord?"

A Taoist said with a wry smile, "It's not unspeakable, it's just a karmic entanglement, and the knot is difficult to solve." However, when it comes to that person, there are no eight words. ”

"Which eight words?"

Li Qing invited the tea, and the Taoist drank it in one gulp, like drinking spirits, and said, "Cover the pressure in the world, the first in the world." ”