Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

Feng Lu, who was kneeling in the hall, felt very anxious.

He saw that all the immortals in the hall were discussing his affairs, but he couldn't hear any voice, and he could only hope that all the immortals would show mercy.

After a while, Zhang Yao withdrew the sound insulation spell and said:

"Feng Lu, your filial piety is touching, and if you can ask us, it is considered a predestined relationship."

"Today, I will grant your request and give you three fairy peaches for you to take back to treat my mother."

After finishing the words, he waved his sleeves, and the three fairy peaches on the table floated away and landed in front of Feng Lu.

Feng Lu was immediately overjoyed, tearful of gratitude, and repeatedly kowtowed in praise.

"You are a mortal body, and you have climbed thousands of feet in the sky, and your whole body has been soaked in cold air. If you turn back here, you will inevitably suffer from a serious illness."

As Zhang Yao said, another fiery red date flew out of the jade dish and landed in front of Feng Lu.

"I give you a fire jujube, after taking it, you can avoid this serious disaster."

"Thank you for your mercy."

After Feng Lu thanked him thousands of times, he held the fairy peach and jujube tightly, and Zhao He led him away from the spiritual vein of Tiandu Mountain.

After he left, the crowd continued to feast, and soon after, they dispersed one after another, retreating individually.

To them, the matter of Feng Lu's visit to the immortal to save their mother was just a small episode in their practice life, and no one took it seriously.

But for the scholar Feng Lu, what happened on this day can be described as a turning point in his life.

After he left the Tiandu Mountain Spiritual Vein, he still felt a little dizzy, like falling into a dream, and couldn't believe what he had encountered.

"It turns out that in the depths of Tiandu Mountain, there are really immortals who are cultivating in seclusion..."

He touched the peaches and jujubes in his bosom, and the sense of unreality in his heart gradually disappeared.

The cold wind was blowing so hard that he shivered all over. He quickly took out the jujube and swallowed it. Suddenly, he felt as if he was falling into a furnace, and the cold air was swept away.

"What a fairy fruit!"

Feng Lu's expression was excited, his footsteps became much lighter, and his brows were beaming with joy.

"Mother is saved now!"

After several hours.

Feng Lu, carrying the fairy peach, finally returned to his home in Siping Town after many hardships.

He chopped up the fairy peaches, boiled them in boiling water, and fed them to his mother to swallow. The effect was immediate.

Feng Lu's old mother, who was paralyzed in bed due to a serious illness, was so angry that she was cured the next day after taking Xiantao soup, and she was able to get out of bed and work.

The neighbors in the neighborhood who are familiar with this are all surprised and unbelievable.

It didn't take long for Feng Lu's deeds of ascending Tiandu Mountain and begging immortals to save his mother to spread widely. The news spread more and more widely, and even alarmed the local government and the court of Shangjing.

With the spread of the news, Feng Lu became completely famous and became a well-known filial son in the entire Zhongzhou.

After becoming famous, people soon appreciated and invested in him. Feng Lu got rid of his impoverished family and devoted himself to studying hard. One year later, he was ranked second in high school, which became a good story for a while.

This good story has caused many people to go to the fairyland deep in Tiandu Mountain to search for secrets, but in the end they all returned in vain, so that the fairyland of Tiandu Mountain once again gradually became a legend...

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There is no record of practice, and the years in the mountains are long.

In the Tiandu Mountain Spirit Vein:

More than a dozen monks gathered together and were holding a small puja.

"Well, this Lingmi is really good, it's unforgettable after trying it a few times..."

Zhang Yao tasted a few mouthfuls of Lingmi Porridge, his eyes lit up, and he was full of praise.

At this time, eight years have passed since he came to the spiritual vein of Tiandu Mountain and became one of the seven friends of Tiandu.

The casual cultivators of Tiandu Mountain and Kong Qingchuan's two major spiritual veins have always had a tradition of communicating with each other, and this is the second time he has participated in a similar small ceremony.

"Hahaha, as long as Fellow Daoist Qingxu likes it."

An old man with a clear face stroked his beard and smiled.

There is also a spirit field in Kongqingchuan, but because the water vapor is too abundant, it is not suitable for planting spirit grass, so the planting is spirit rice.

Purely in terms of utility, Lingmi is far better than some spiritual fruits, fairy peaches, and bigu panacea, but the output is less, and it usually matures only once every five or six years.

The monks of the two major spirit veins usually communicate with each other about five or six years apart. While exchanging experience in cultivation, they are also exchanging what they need and enhancing their friendship.

"By the way, we recently learned a piece of news."

Halfway through the Dharma meeting, a monk from Kong Qingchuan suddenly said:

"Do you know that the last monk on Wuyin Island in the mid-stage of Qi Refining has passed away!"

As soon as this remark came out, Yan Yan's banquet, which he had just talked about laughing at, suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, with inexplicable expressions, and a strange feeling gradually appeared in the atmosphere.

"Cough cough."

Finally, Lao He coughed twice, broke the silence, and said:

"What fellow Daoist Zhuang means... Could it be that he wants to attack the Liu family on Wuyin Island?"

"The Liu family? Hehe..."

Fellow Daoist Zhuang sneered, and said slowly:

"Fellow Daoist He, you really have lived in the mountains for a long time and don't hear about current affairs. The news is too far behind!"

"Where is the Liu family left now?"

"In Wuyin Island, there are only five monks in total, and the only one died in the mid-stage of Qi refining, leaving four people, three of whom are surnamed Yuwen."

"It's not the Liu family that occupies Wuyin Island now, it should be renamed the Yuwen family."

Hearing his words, everyone couldn't help talking.

"It's really unexpected..."

While Zhang Yao felt weird, he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.

Back then, Yu Wenze was just the son-in-law of the Liu family, with a low status, it could be said that he was fed up with humiliation and oppression, and was played by the queen.

Unexpectedly, after a hundred years, the situation has undergone earth-shaking changes.

It is also difficult for the Liu family to practice in such a remote place as the Lu country. After the death of the old matriarch, it will be worse every day.

On the contrary, the Yuwen family, because they belong to the royal family, have many children after nearly a hundred years of reproduction, and with the blood of the Liu family, there are always a few descendants who are born with spiritual roots.

"This is really in line with the old saying...Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi."

"Who would have thought that Yu Wenze, the son-in-law of a small fairy family, could turn against the guest and occupy the magpie's nest?"

Zhang Yao was thinking secretly in his heart that many monks beside him were already whispering to each other in twos and threes, plotting in low voices.

Since ancient times, money has moved people's hearts, even immortals cannot escape the custom.

Originally, the country of Lu was barren and there was nothing to contend with. Naturally, everyone was hello and I was good, and the atmosphere of practice remained very harmonious.

But now the situation has changed.

The old lady of the Liu family is a powerful immortal in the late stage of Qi refining, and he will definitely leave a lot of inheritance.

I dare not say anything else, but there must be some high-level talismans, or one or two high-level artifacts.

Now Wuyin Island is weak, and the only monk in the middle stage of refining Qi has died of old age, and there are two or three big cats and kittens left. Without deterrence, they naturally cannot stop the wolves from waiting around.

"Fellow Taoist Qingxu."

Fatty Chen leaned over, squinted his eyes, and asked:

"What do you think of their proposal? Do you want to join forces to attack Wuyin Island?"

PS: I still can't help it, post another chapter (*^▽^*)