What is the purpose of cultivation?

It's already night, the bonfire around him is crackling, Zhang Yu is wrapped in a blanket and falls asleep, and the star chaser also returns to the sword to recuperate. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info But according to her, that sword had fought too many times in the hands of the Celestial Master before, and the dark wounds inside were already like cobwebs, and it was just a crumbling abode for her.

Not far away, the heavy snoring of the people in the rivers and lakes came with the night wind, and Cen Qing turned over the fire with a tree branch, and began to think about what the star had told him.

She said that there is no demon cultivation method that has been passed down in this world, and the fundamental reason is that the monster does not have the same meridians as humans, and cannot store and refine the spiritual energy, so they can only rely on the essence of the sun and the moon to slowly condense the body and inner pill. Most of the so-called demon methods are the talents of the original monsters, or the rough and superficial methods learned from humans.

Human beings, after all, are still the masters of this Yuan Twelve Society, born from the creation of heaven and earth, and have the greatest advantage that other races cannot match: wisdom and inheritance.

It's no wonder that every monster and elf has to take transformation as an important step in their cultivation, and transformation is not to transform into a human form?

However, this human form is only a human form, and the demons cannot break away from the physical body and ascend to the immortal realm with the primordial infant like a human monk. Even if he is a great demon who has attained the Dao, in the end, he can only drag his huge and heavy body to old age and die, and the aura returns to heaven and earth, and his flesh and blood turn into mountains and rivers.

"Demons and humans, the body structure is different, demons induce spiritual energy to condense the body, people have meridians to conceive true qi, even if you know the truth, you can't practice like humans. Li Zangfeng's words seemed to ring in his ears again.

As a demon, there is no hope of ascending to immortality.

"Go!"

With a low scolding, driving away the feeling of loss that lingered in his heart, Cen Qing stood up and looked up at the vast night sky, full of stars, this night sky is no different from a thousand years later.

Actually, that's pretty good, isn't it?

If nothing else, he can live for a long, long time, long enough to see Meng Yuan's iron hooves moving south, to see the Ming rising in the ruins, and to see the Tunguska boar skin and his descendants once again bury the Chinese civilization in the blood and tears of the Han people.

His strength is strong, his speed is fast, and his body is even stronger than that of an ordinary monk.

What is he not satisfied with compared to ordinary humans?

Even as a monk in this world, seeking immortal Taoism and admiring immortality, he sits on the wall without the sun and the moon, and he does not see the other side and eventually becomes empty.

However, the ridiculous thing is that the demons in the mountains and fields often yearn for life in the world, but the monks want to avoid the mountains and wilderness to pursue detachment, is this another model of siege?

Practice, practice......

"There is no quarrel with the world, and it is useless with people. ”

Cen Qing suddenly sarcastically said.

"You come from the world, but you have forgotten and turned your back on your homeland, since you are afraid of being contaminated with cause and effect and will do nothing, then let me come. Fate has brought me here, and I'm always going to try to change something......"

His gaze gradually shifted from the night sky to the north, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his beautiful finger pointed to the distant place behind the mountains, "Why don't you start with you, Temujin!"

As if sensing the strong malice in his heart, the black clouds surging in the north swelled up, as if the huge palm of the demon king opened when he descended, and above his head, the god opened his slightly closed eyes for the first time in the palace higher than the boundless void, and cast a downward gaze......

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Northern steppe, Mongolian Qiyan tribe.

Darkness covered the land, torrential rains and strong winds swept through the grasslands, horses and cattle and sheep were restlessly stirring, and women scrambled to carry all sorts of things from outside into crude tents, plugging their ears and hiding under the thick sheepskins, praying in awe and shivering to the thunder outside.

It was the god Tengri who was angry.

The thunder was getting closer and closer, and it was like a drum, and some of the women realized that it was not thunder, and they boldly lifted the curtain and looked out, only to hear countless people shouting in the torrential rain and swarming towards the tribe.

"Is it the Mi'er Beggars who are calling?"

A young Mongolian woman with two thick black braids sat on a sheepskin and asked her personal maid who was looking out, holding in her arms a child who had just been born for a few days and was nursing, but there was not much fear on her beautiful face.

"I don't know yet, my hostess, who came quickly by storm, rain and night. ”

Dolan's eyes looked out, and it was pitch black to see nothing but the sound of rain and the sound of horses' hooves getting closer.

"Don't be afraid, Dolan, according to the rules laid down by the Immortal Heaven, the Mongols are not allowed to kill women and children. When it's time to conquer the Tatars, he will come back to save us. The woman comforted Dolan as she pondered her plan. Last autumn, she was going to marry Yeke Chilie of the Mi'er Beggar Tribe, but on the way to get married, she met the leader of the Qiyan tribe. It was time to hunt on the banks of the River of Trouble, and when he found that she was beautiful, he went back and called his brother to come and rob him. Her unmarried husband was no match for the brothers, so he had to escape to save his life, and he and his brothers triumphantly snatched her back to the beggar department.

It is a tradition of Mongolian tribes to snatch relatives, but for Yeke Chilie himself, it must be an unbearable humiliation for his wife to be snatched away.

Could it be that he said that he moved the sweat of the Mi'er beggar tribe and came to save himself while all the men of the beggar tribe were leaving?

The woman calmed down after only a moment of excitement, and looked down at her infant son in her arms, which was her and Yasugai's. Although he should be barbaric and domineering, which Mongol is not like this, not to mention, since he was robbed, he is indeed good to himself.

If Ke Chilie dared to attack this child, he would kill him no matter what.

The woman thought for a moment, made a decision, and took a small scimitar from the side and hid it in the shaft of her boot.

The sound of the horses' hooves drew nearer and nearer, and at last they stopped abruptly outside the tent, and the majestic man with two thick beards jumped off his horse, pushed Dolan away, and rushed into the tent, his voice as low and majestic as that of a lion: "I have returned, I have defeated the Tatars, and captured their leader, Temujin Uqhan." ”

A moment later, he saw the child in his wife's arms, and his eyes widened like brass bells.

"My Immortal Heaven, is this my son?"

"Could it be someone else?"

He was angry and scolded the rude fellow. Then she saw her husband run out like a madman, and despite the pouring rain, she shouted to the people who were dismounting and coming out of the tent: "Mongols of the Qiyan tribe, I am only a pound, and it is time for me to be a father, and my wife Haelun has given birth to a son for me." ”

Cheers erupted in this small tribe, for such a Mongolian tribe, every newborn boy would be the greatest treasure in the future. And the son of the leader may be their future Khan.

Amid the blessings and cheers, someone shouted with a loud laugh: "It's time for you, you have defeated the Tatars, and you have added another son, you must be treated." ”

"Of course, I will kill ten sheep to celebrate the victory and the birth of my son. He quickly thought about it and changed his words, "No, ten sheep is not enough to satisfy Tengri's favor, and I will kill twenty sheep." ”

"Thank you for the Immortal Heaven. ”

Someone else called, "Have you decided what name you want to give your son?"

"My son's name ......" the Mongols were always bad at choosing names, and they quickly grabbed their heads in embarrassment, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, "In order to commemorate this great victory, I will take the surname of Khan Temujin Ugh of the Tatars as my son's name"

His name was Temujin. ”

As if sensing his father's joy and the sudden murderous attack from the far south, the boy who had just been named Temujin writhed in his mother's arms, refusing to drink a drop of milk, and tore open his tender throat and began to cry.

"Listen to this cry, he will be a strong man, congratulations. ”

Someone came over and hugged him, patted him on the back and blessed him.