"Snowflakes fall all around, I drink sake, and laugh as I admire the beautiful scenery of the world, hahaha..."
Peach blossoms bloom brightly in the mountains, and a few dashing figures raise their glasses in a toast.
Even the holy monk couldn't resist the tempting aroma of the wine and shamelessly joined the table. After several rounds of drinks, the monk simply lay sprawled on the ground, hugging the wine jar, and fell asleep. He occasionally let out a few silly "hehe" laughs and uttered a few indistinct phrases like "Bodhisattva, don't go, this humble monk is a true Buddha..." and other heretical words.
"Ahem, is this monk truly the Buddha they've been waiting for for countless lifetimes, as rumored in Buddhism?" Luo Xihe coughed lightly, covering his mouth with his sleeve, and chuckled, "His cultivation is indeed extraordinary, but he doesn't quite resemble any other Buddhist monk I've ever met."
"The Buddhist disciple is indeed the Buddhist disciple, but whether he's a true Buddhist is hard to say, haha."
Qin Shou laughed as he answered, then added, "I see Brother Luo is unwell; has something happened to you?"
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Upon hearing this, Song Ningsheng also looked up.
Luo Xihe is now at the half-step Mahayana realm, while I am just a wisp of obsession. If Luo Xihe hadn't voluntarily revealed himself, I really wouldn't have been able to see his condition.
"Hehe, it's just a wound left from the battle a hundred years ago." Luo Xihe waved his hand dismissively and sighed, "Alas, it was only after that battle a hundred years ago that I realized that the difference between immortals and mortals is truly like the difference between clouds and mud, and it is really difficult to cross. Even though I have entered the half-step Mahayana realm, I still have no power to fight back under the attack of that true immortal being."
After a century of seclusion, exhausting countless rare and precious resources, my injuries have only healed by two or three tenths. If it weren't for the replenishment of that immortal heart's energy, my lifespan might already be coming to an end.
Luo Xihe shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.
He was once full of vigor and ambition, vowing to rival the immortals and gods. Therefore, he was willing to hide his brilliance for eight thousand years, using his Taoist magic to cultivate a divine fire body, attempting to step into the path of immortality. However, all of this vanished in a decisive battle a hundred years ago.
However, he has no regrets.
Having fought tens of thousands of battles, big and small, throughout their lives, how many can truly contend with immortals in a small world suppressed by the rules of immortality?
"Haha, but Brother Qin, you don't need to worry. What kind of person am I, Luo Xihe? If there is no way in the world, then I will create my own method to erase the scars on my body and reach a higher level."
Brother Qin, your talent is unparalleled. Perhaps we can even meet in the clouds and drink this millet wine together then.”
Luo Xihe laughed heartily.
"Brother Luo is exceptionally talented; he will definitely break through his limitations and reach even greater heights."
Qin Shou said sincerely.
Although they had only met a few times, Qin Shou deeply admired the legendary Prince Xihe.
In that battle a century ago, he could have easily gone into hiding and protected himself, but he still chose to fight with all his heart. Such spirit is something that those so-called ordinary chosen ones could never possess.
For cultivators, innate talent and physical constitution are certainly important, but having an invincible Dao heart that fears no difficulties or dangers is even more important.
Cultivating immortality, in a sense, is a tug-of-war of mental states. As long as your innate talent isn't like that of immortals, then everything is possible.
"Xihe, in terms of the heart of the Dao, I am inferior to you."
Song Ningsheng looked melancholy; he was acutely aware of Luo Xihe's current predicament, which was far from the easygoing situation he presented.
Once a cultivator suffers a Great Dao injury, it means that their Dao Fruits are eroded and no longer perfect. In such a situation, it is almost impossible to survive the Immortal Tribulation. Even if the Empress were alive, she probably wouldn't dare to say that it was possible.
"Haha, Brother Song, please don't tease me. I was genuinely convinced of my defeat against you back then, because you weren't like those Taoist or Buddhist disciples who had to spout a whole bunch of nonsense before a fight, like 'Infinite Heavenly Venerable,' 'Buddha is merciful,' damn it, losing to them really annoyed me."
Luo Xihe suddenly threw down his wine cup and swung his large hand at the head of the sleeping Holy Buddha beside him.
Buzzing—
The Holy Buddha's head was buzzing; he seemed to be awake, yet not fully awake.
He opened his eyes groggily, and murmured with a look of grievance:
"Senior, why did you hit this humble monk?"
"Sorry, but I get angry just seeing bald guys."
"???" The Holy Buddha's eyes rolled for a moment, then his head tilted to the side and he fell asleep.
Buzz!
Qin Shou threw down his wine cup, causing ripples to spread through the liquid, drawing everyone into a small, mental world.
Qin Shou breathed deeply, using his spiritual power to create profound and unfathomable scriptures. His entire body glowed, seemingly resonating with the entire world.
After an unknown amount of time, Qin Shou, utterly exhausted, withdrew from the mental world.
The "Immortal Scripture" is unfathomable. It is said that if one cultivates it to its peak, one's physical body can even rival that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, reaching a level of immortality and indestructibility that will never crumble.
Although Qin Shou has now fully comprehended the truth, his cultivation level is still low, and he has exhausted his energy and spirit to barely be able to develop the content of the first six chapters.
"Brother Luo, this is the physical body section of the Undying Scripture. If you can deduce it to the fourth level, you'll probably be able to heal those Dao scars all over your body and advance even further."
"This... thank you very much, Brother Qin."
Luo Xihe was overjoyed to have found such a treasure.
He had naturally heard of the Immortal Scripture, but he never expected that Brother Qin in front of him would actually possess the complete text of the first six chapters of the Immortal Scripture's Physical Body Volume. This was simply unbelievable.
You should know that in the entire lower realm, there is only one known person who has comprehended one chapter of this scripture. He once made a deal with Qin Beast to ask a holy Buddha in the Western Heaven to call back the soul of one of his disciples, and he obtained the first two chapters of this scripture.
And if in the future he can comprehend all six scriptures...
I can't even imagine how strong my physical body would be.
It's worth mentioning that Yi Cheng, that idiot, actually cultivated the Undying Scripture to the fourth chapter, reaching a point where his physical body was unbreakable except by true immortals, slightly surpassing Qin Shou.
This made Qin Shou wonder if there was something wrong with his intelligence.
"Haha, thank you so much, Benefactor Qin, for bestowing the scriptures. This humble monk has made his decision. From now on, you are my master, my Buddha! Waaah, we met by chance, this humble monk is so moved~"
The monk clung to Qin Shou's thigh, sobbing uncontrollably.
Qin Shou opened his head with a look of disgust, and Luo Xihe handed him a large bag at the right time, sending the bald man to sleep.
"Haha, enough with the formalities. Come, Brother Qin, from now on, if you ever need my help, just let me know. Let's drink until we drop today."
"Let's drink until we're completely drunk."
Qin Shou picked up his wine cup and drank heartily.
As daylight fades and the moon rises, snow falls in a flurry, and a gentle breeze carries the fragrance of wine, intoxicating petal after petal. Under the tree, a few people drink together for several days, and then sit and discuss philosophy.
And so, three years passed by in a flash.
Luo Xihe came in high spirits and left in high spirits, agreeing to discuss the Dao again on Turtle Mountain a hundred years later.
......
One year later.
In the year 239 of the Vermilion Bird Calendar, the Empress of the Vermilion Bird Empire gave birth to her second son, named Xiao Tianxia.
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