I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World Chapter 355

"Meet the ancestors!"

Yang Jin saw Lao Dao's face clearly, and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

During the celebration, Zhou Yi recalled bitter thoughts and sweet thoughts, and all the disciples in the sect were grateful. Hearing that the old ancestor's longevity is about to end, there is a kind of sadness of a hero's twilight, and he can't help but feel pity and closeness.

Zhou Yi's understated words are better than Tongxuan's more than ten years of management, and the reputation in the door is second only to Xuan Yu.

Tongxuan is not stupid either. Looking back and thinking carefully about the celebration before and after, he realized that this seldom-appeared master was not someone who could fool around by slapping horses, and immediately stopped the follow-up actions.

It is only a few decades left and right, and it is enough to wait for the master to die, just to practice to improve his mana.

In the world of immortality, strength is the foundation of power!

Zhou Yi liked smart people, and seeing that Tongxuan knew how to beat him, he felt at ease in his old age in the Hall of Sutras.

Hearing the voice, he opened his drunken and hazy eyes, and his consciousness swept inside and outside Yang Jin, and immediately knew why he came to the Hall of Sutras.

The bottleneck loosening in the middle and late stages of Qi training must be based on the experience of predecessors.

"No need to be polite."

Zhou Yi said, "There is a volume on the first floor of the seventh floor, "Notes of Master Kong Yun", which records the method of breakthrough in detail.

Xuanyuanzong's Sutra Collection Pavilion is completely open to the outside world, and any disciple can recite the classics, which is much more relaxed than that of the big sect.

Of course, books and ordinary exercises are open, and Zhenzong inheritance still needs to become a true disciple.

Yang Jin bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance."

After a while.

Yang Jin entered the notes into the jade slip, and planned to go back to the cave to think about it, and break through the middle stage of Qi training as soon as possible.

"Master, my disciple's mana is low and I can't help you a lot, but there are errands that I can do for my master."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, knowing that it would be good to seize the opportunity, but he had to satisfy his own appetite: "Pin Dao liked to read script books when he was young, but he hasn't been down the mountain for many years, and I don't know if there are any new works."

"Disciple will come down the mountain and buy a script for the master."

Yang Jin's face was full of joy, and being able to talk to the patriarch would be very helpful to the road.

half a month later.

Once again, I came to the outside of the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion and took out a large stack of books from the storage bag.

"Master, this disciple has inquired about many people, and these are the most beautiful texts in the past century."

Zhou Yi glanced at the cover, his eyes lit up, and took out a scroll of scriptures from his sleeve.

"You little guy is very good! Take this volume of "Spiritual Cultivation Theory" back to read, and come back a month later, remember to write 100,000 words after reading it."

"After reading it?"

Yang Jin bowed to take the Taoist scriptures, and after flipping through a few pages, he couldn't help but look disappointed.

"Spiritual Qi Yang Xing Lun" is a volume of sages' classics, which tells the way of cultivating the spirit and soul, and does not record any spiritual training methods.

Zhou Yi raised his brows: "If you don't want to see it, return it to Pindao."

Yang Jin shook his head again and again, holding the classics in his arms: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely write 100,000 words."

"Cultivation first and then immortality, first chanting and then practicing."

Zhou Yi said: "You have an ordinary talent and an average understanding. If you want to improve your foundation, you can only take this path, otherwise you will stop at building foundations."

Zhou Yi looked at Yang Jin, just as Tie Guanxian looked at Zhou Yi in the past, he can directly point out the future path.

Whether Yang Jin will listen and whether he can persevere is entirely up to his personal destiny.

After all, Yang Jin has no longevity fruit, even if he knows that chanting will increase the background, but the same sect breaks through the realm one by one, and only his slow chanting is left, and 99% of people will choose to give up.

"Master, don't worry, this disciple will live up to your expectations!"

A month passed in a blink of an eye.

Yang Jin came to the outside of the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures hall, holding a thick stack of paper, which was full of insights.

"Master, the disciple has completed the task."

Zhou Yi took the paper, swept over it with his spiritual sense, and nodded with satisfaction: "The discussion is quite simple, but it is also intentional."

Put away the classics and insights, and took out a book from the cuff.

"This book, too, has 100,000 words a month!"

"The disciple understands."

Yang Jin only thought that it was the endurance test of the master, and if he passed it, he would be able to worship the door and pass the patriarchal method.

a month later.

Zhou Yi checked his impression after reading it, and the quality was better than last time. He took out a volume of classics again.

"Writing well, as usual, 100,000 words!"

"As ordered."

Hearing the compliment, Yang Jin happily took the book and returned to the cave to read it impatiently.

at this time.

The same family already knew that Yang Jin had obtained a great opportunity, and they came to the door to congratulate him and tried their best to bring the relationship closer.

When Tong Xuan heard about this, he specially adjusted Yang Jin Dongfu to the upper class, and increased the supply of spirit stones.

Zhou Yi paid no attention to these matters, and devoted himself to studying the Spring and Autumn Period in the Hall of Tibetan Scriptures, and gave Yang Jin a new volume of classics at the end of each month.

The moon rises and the moon sets, and spring and autumn come.

Ten years passed in a flash.

This morning.

Yang Jin did not know how many times he came to the outside of the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures hall.

"Master, this month's mission has been completed."

"Um."

Zhou Yi's consciousness swept through the reading, and there was 30,000 water in the 100,000 words, but Yang Jin's ability to persist for ten years was beyond expectations.

Ten years of chanting sutras has delayed the practice of mana, and now he has just broken through the seventh level of qi training.

The 30-year-old Qi practiced at the seventh level, which was slower than that of Xuan Li back then, and ranked the last among the disciples of Xuan Yuan Sect.

"If you can't finish writing it, you can postpone it for a few more days without deliberately pouring water."

Zhou Yi reminded him a little, and took out the classics as usual: "This volume of "Rejuvenation of True Qi", UU reading www.uukanshu.com is an old rule."

Yang Jin's face was reddish, and he took the classics and left quickly.

After a month and a half of procrastination.

Yang Jincai came back and returned the classics. Fortunately, after reading the 100,000 words written, the quality is much better than before, and the mystery of some insights is comparable to Jindan Zhenjun.

"continue!"

Back to the cave.

Yang Jin put the classics on the table and seized the time to practice mana.

His aptitude was ordinary, but after chanting, writing, and reading the scriptures, time was delayed, and his cultivation was already far behind his peers. In a few years, the disciples of the "Jing" generation would surpass him.

This decade.

Yang Jin has experienced the ups and downs of popularity.

From envy to contempt, from closeness to alienation.

Some unpleasant words, even if they are discussed in private, will become louder and louder over time, and will always be introduced to Yang Jin No. 2 Middle School.

They didn't dare to say that the ancestor's teaching method was wrong, they would only say that Yang Jin's elm wood head had inferior qualifications.

The practice is over.

Yang Jin opened the classics, recited and comprehended word by word, and recorded what he felt.

Read it once, and you will have a hundred and ten words of insight.

After reading it a hundred times, there are four or five thousand words of insight.

After reading it a thousand times, I can only write about 10,000 words of insight. The more I understand the classics, the less I get.

Yang Jin wrote 100,000 words of insight and read it at least 100,000 times, which can be called one word and one volume.

"It is difficult to understand the Dao, and it is difficult to ascend to the sky!"

two months later.

Yang Jin was long overdue, and finally had enough after reading.

Zhou Yi took out a new book: "Little Yangzi, if you can't hold on anymore, I'll tell Pindao, but I won't force it on you!"

"Ancestor..."

Yang Jin did not agree as firmly as he did ten years ago, hesitating for a moment to take the book and leave.

Zhou Yi looked at Yang Jin's lonely back, shook his head and sighed.

Chapter end