In this life, Chu Mo entered a Taoist temple.

This is a Taoist temple with extremely strong incense. Every year, people who come here to worship and pray can line up from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. There are also endless people burning incense every day, and it can be said to be bustling with people.

Chu Mo is a little Taoist boy in this Taoist temple.

Since he was a child, he had entered a Taoist temple and was lucky enough to be accepted as a disciple by the temple master.

Although he also needs to do homework every day like other Taoist children, Chu Mo is different from other Taoist children. Since he joined this Taoist temple, he has never regarded homework as a burden. Instead, he has been extremely proactive.

In his daily practice, he is much more diligent than other boys!

All of this was seen by the abbot.

The Taoist temple has an unwritten rule that those who fail the examination every three years will be sent down the mountain, while those who pass will have the opportunity to practice immortal arts and come into contact with the mysterious immortal way!

Yes!

In this life, Chu Mo came to a world with real immortal magic!

In order to obtain the true scriptures and achieve immortality, Chu Mo gave almost everything he had. Except for eating and sleeping, the rest of his time was spent on his studies.

Fortunately, three years later, I passed the assessment as expected.

It was raining heavily that day.

Chu Mo and the other two Taoist children who stayed behind watched the other children walking further and further away on the mountain road. They didn't know whether it was out of excitement or emotion, but they felt tears in the corners of their eyes.

Especially Chu Mo, he shed tears without realizing it.

Fortunately, the rain covered his sight and no one noticed anything unusual about him.

Although Chu Mo in this life no longer has the memory of the hardships he went through in his previous life and finally died on the street in the snow, his determination to seek immortality and the Tao is as firm as ever.

He believed that he would achieve something!

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After they passed the test, the abbot did not teach them the real method, but only taught Chu Mo and the other two the most basic breathing and meditation methods. Then he seemed to have forgotten their existence and never cared about them again.

despite this.

Chu Mo still insisted on practicing every day, rain or shine, and never slacked off.

Apart from eating and sleeping, all the remaining time is spent on breathing exercises.

Just like that, another ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

Chu Mo is already eighteen years old, but in the past ten years, he has not made much progress in his cultivation. There is only an extremely thin layer of spiritual power in his dantian.

And this is the result of his ten years of hard work.

The other two disciples who entered the monastery at the same time as him were very different.

A person with great talent, he had already achieved something three years ago.

The other one has a superior level of comprehension and has his own understanding of everything, and his understanding of the Tao is extremely profound.

Both of them have already practiced the breathing and meditation techniques to perfection.

But he alone...

During the eight years, apart from that pitifully thin layer of spiritual power, he had almost no other achievements.

Seeing the gap between himself and the other two getting wider and wider, Chu Mo became completely panicked.

He was like a possessed man, practicing even more madly. He believed that God would reward hard work, and he believed even more that man could conquer nature.

In his opinion, although his talent is not as good as others, hard work can make up for his shortcomings. As long as he works harder than others, even ten or a hundred times harder, he will always gain a living.

But cultivation has always been cruel.

His frantic practice failed to bring the expected results, and even Xiao Chengdu had not yet touched them.

Asked the immortal.

Achieve immortality.

For Chu Mo, it was like two parallel lines that would never cross.

He refused to give up, but he also knew that if he continued like this, there would be no results.

Unwilling to give up, he finally couldn't help but take the initiative to find the abbot and ask the reason.

"Why have I worked so hard but still can't get even a little bit of the reward I deserve?"

Listening to Chu Mo's unwilling words, the master of the temple did not say anything, but a hint of pity appeared in his eyes.

After a moment's silence.

The temple master told Chu Mo that he would soon teach him more advanced techniques, and whether the three of them could learn them successfully depended entirely on their luck.

After receiving this news, Chu Mo was ecstatic.

He believed that the reason he had not made any progress after ten years of hard practice was definitely because the cultivation method given by the temple master was too superficial. If he was taught a more profound method, he would definitely be able to achieve something.

With this thought in mind, Chu Mo fell into anticipation.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye it was already autumn.

In the golden autumn of October, the maple leaves on the mountains are redder than fire.

From the foot of the mountain, it extends all the way up to the gate of the Taoist temple.

Standing on the top of the Taoist temple, looking up, you can see red and purple intertwined, with large areas piled up on top of each other, just like the sunset, which is refreshing.

It was a rainy autumn day, and Chu Mo and two other boys were waiting for the arrival of the temple master.

The three of them stood together, but the other two intentionally or unintentionally excluded him, which made Chu Mo very angry.

"Just wait!"

"As long as I can obtain more advanced techniques, I will definitely be able to achieve success. Don't look down on the young and poor!" Chu Mo's eyes were extremely firm.

After waiting for a while, the master of the temple appeared.

Ten years have passed, and time seems to have left no trace on the master of the temple. He still has the appearance of an immortal, holding a white whisk in his hand, walking on the clouds from the distant mountain top, with an extremely transcendent demeanor.

When the three of them saw this scene, they felt as if they had seen a banished immortal, their eyes filled with envy and longing.

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