Journey To Longevity

Chapter 465: To meet with

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Ordinary people perceive the outside world through eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, sound, smell, taste, and touch. After monks practice, their spirits are strengthened, and they have more means of releasing their spiritual consciousness than ordinary people. The spiritual consciousness of a monk can not only perceive tangible things such as vegetation, iron and stone, but also understand all kinds of intangible things such as aura, evil spirit, and yin energy between heaven and earth.

Among them, the most basic use of divine consciousness is the art of controlling objects, which can be used by Qi training monks. It is also the most commonly used spell for high-level monks, and it has almost become their instinct. Black Stone ingested it.

Of course, some casual cultivators who have not followed the foundation and have just stepped into practice, in order to save a little energy, will cooperate with their own mana to activate the art of controlling objects, but in this way, when the spirit is weak, it will have to to get enough exercise. Few other monks would kindly tell these casual cultivators about these small details of practice. By the time these casual cultivators found out, several years had already passed.

And how can the pills that can strengthen the soul be affordable by low-level casual practitioners? After they find out, they can only spend an extra year and a half to practice the skills with the elementary soul skills such as the Imperial Art. To strengthen one's own soul.

Don't think that a year or a half is very short. A monk is fighting for his life with the sky. Maybe this little time is the difference between Qi training and foundation building. Cultivators with inheritance backgrounds such as sects and families will try their best to pay attention to these at the beginning, and their souls will be more or less stronger, and their future roads will be a little smoother. This is the shadow left by the predecessors.

In Zhang Shiping's long-term impression, some things that cannot be detected by the five senses are usually invisible under the spiritual consciousness. If you can't detect it, it's because your soul is not strong enough. But only this black stone in his hand is obviously in his hand, it has a very texture, but in his consciousness, he can't detect it, it's empty.

He flicked it twice, and the sound was as crisp as a bell, no different from fine jade.

Zhang Shiping took the black stone and turned back to the quiet room, put it on the stone table, and stroked his chin with great interest. He carefully recalled the classics he had read in the past, and after a while, he sat up and frowned, as if he had thought of something similar to it, but after more than two hundred years, he saw There are no fewer than ten thousand books of all kinds, and there are so many things recorded in them, I really can't remember what it is for a while?

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhang Shiping opened his eyes, flicked his finger, and a very slender red-yellow flame emerged from his fingertips, and slowly fell on the black stone.

This ray of flame fell on the black stone and soon went out. Under Zhang Shiping's attention, the flame seemed to be absorbed by the black stone instead of being extinguished due to exhaustion of mana. Seeing this, Zhang Shiping narrowed his eyes and lit several flames, but it was still the same. However, Zhang Shiping was not disappointed, on the contrary, he looked confident.

He tapped the stone table a few times, and after a few breaths of thought, he flipped his hands and sacrificed the real fire of the golden core. The fireworks curled up in a pale golden color, completely covering the black stone on the stone table. After an hour or so, the black stone was a little bigger than before, and it was much more translucent, and the surface was covered with cracks like spider webs. Zhang Shiping did not withdraw his mana, and maintained it calmly.

At this time, the sky outside had completely dimmed.

Several hours passed by, and at five o'clock, the cave where Zhang Shiping was staying was still as bright as day, but now he had dissipated the real fire, the black stone was gone, and there was a fiery red warm jade box on the stone table, There are hundreds of deep purple prisms the size of a cat's eye inside, with strands of silver light spots on the surface, slowly circling and flowing on it, like a vast starry sky.

With a sound of 'click', Zhang Shiping closed the jade box, and put out another silver amulet to seal the spirit, and pasted it on it, and then he put away the jade box contentedly.

After a night of sacrificial refining, Zhang Shiping finally confirmed that this black stone is a precious and rare spiritual object called Wanguang Xingyinsha. It's just that it's quite difficult to refine this kind of spiritual sand. The deep purple prism the size of a cat's eye is only the most preliminary refining. To refine it into the final silvery fine sand, you have to go through nearly ten more steps. The refining steps take as long as several months, and are extremely cumbersome and troublesome.

Now that the sky is clear, Zhang Shiping still has to go to see Patriarch Qingyu, but he doesn't have that much time.

He stretched his waist and walked out of the quiet room slowly. The three fiery red phantom locusts were crouching quietly in the corner, their long tentacles were still swaying slightly in vigilance. A little blood was left, and a few puppets were cleaning up.

Zhang Shiping took good care of his appearance and changed into a new set of clothes. Although he has met Qingyu Patriarch many times, but some of the etiquette that should be given should not be lost because of this. This is not only respect for himself, but also a respect for the seniors in the world of cultivating immortals.

An hour later, Zhang Shiping appeared in front of a rather old attic.

Outside the attic, there were two young-looking monks in Tsing Yi who established the foundation on duty, Zhang Shiping didn't know him. There are so many foundation-building cultivators of Xuanyuanzong, how could Zhang Shiping recognize them all, and besides, he didn't need to waste all his energy. And these two Foundation Establishment disciples obviously knew the Jindan Elder Zhang Shiping, and when he approached, they respectfully called out "Elder Zhang."

Zhang Shiping nodded ~lightnovelpub.net~ and said lightly: "Please report to the ancestor."

"The patriarch has already ordered that when Elder Zhang is here, you can go in directly, no need to report, please!" The foundation disciple greeted the voice with a smile on his face.

After hearing this, Zhang Shiping walked into the attic, and saw two old people talking in the lobby on the first floor.

One of them was dressed in a soap-colored Taoist robe, with a sapphire hairpin inserted into his hair, and his silver hair was like frost; Wrinkles, but overall looks much younger than True Monarch Sapphire. Other than these two, there were no handsome maidservants waiting in the attic, which seemed a bit deserted.

After entering the attic, Zhang Shiping walked a few steps, then bowed to the two old men and said: "Junior Zhang Shiping pays homage to the ancestors, and sees the seniors!"

"Come here, it's hard work to call you here from all the way. Brother Mu, this kid is Zhang Shiping." With a smile on his face, True Monarch Qingyu introduced to the friend beside him.

Zhang Shiping felt a little helpless when he heard Qingyu Patriarch calling himself a boy. He had lived for two hundred years, but in the eyes of Yuanying Zhenjun, who was around one or two thousand years old, he was still very young. It's normal to call him a boy.

However, Zhang Shiping did not show this emotion. He walked slowly in front of the two elders, and heard Patriarch Qingyu point to the chair beside him and say, "Sit down."

Zhang Shiping didn't shirk, he thanked him and then sat down, straightened his body, waiting quietly for the reason why Patriarch Qingyu summoned him.

"Don't be nervous. Your affairs on Xiaofeng Island are also cumbersome, and you shouldn't have to run around like this." Qingyu Patriarch said gently, and then he turned to look at the long-bearded old man beside him, "Brother Mu, now you can say Alright."