In the morning, Li Yi and Bai Shi were eating the fried dough sticks and soy milk that Qiong Yu bought. As usual, they did not spend any money on the breakfast, because Qiong Yu had used the money to buy games.
After all, she was just a pure spirit in the world who didn't even have an ID card. She was short of money and could only live by embezzling some of the breakfast money from the immortals.
The biggest beneficiaries are the workers who were robbed. They seem to be victims, but they are actually the biggest beneficiaries. Jingyu's spiritual energy is refined by the Yin-Yang Qi Bottle. A breakfast can extend their lifespan by half a year, keep them healthy for several months, and cure any minor illness without medicine.
A breakfast is not expensive for a worker, and a ray of spiritual energy is not precious for Qiong Yu. They get a healthy body, Qiong Yu gets happiness, and the immortal senior eats breakfast. This is a win-win situation.
"Senior Immortal, how is the person who received the inheritance of the Ancient Dao Sect yesterday?"
Qiong Yu took the opportunity to ask about Taoism again. After spending so much time together, he had a rough idea of the style of the immortals.
She has a very clear order of priority for things, for example, eating is more important than playing games, and playing games is more important than the things she considers important.
The immortal didn't pay much attention to the Taoist affairs, but he didn't avoid or reject talking about them in his spare time. Just like he was instructing her on weekdays, he didn't teach her like a teacher, but she asked the immortal to answer her casually.
If you can figure it out, it’s your own ability; if you can’t figure it out, I won’t explain it over and over again.
"It won't kill him in a short time, but if it's not resolved, something bad will happen one day."
Li Yi answered casually while eating fried dough sticks. "He is now like a drop of water falling into an ink jar. I have covered him with a layer of oil. If this layer of oil is gone, he will be assimilated."
"Is there something wrong with the Taoist inheritance?" Qiong Yu asked again, "When my brothers and sisters discussed the Taoist gods, they all felt that there was something fishy about this inheritance. Those who can grow at an extremely fast speed are basically crooked and unorthodox."
"From good to evil, the inheritance itself is not a problem, but ordinary people can't bear it." Li Yi shook his head and said.
At least in Li Yi's opinion, there is nothing wrong with the ancient Taoist tradition, and it is the orthodox tradition of the Xuanmen sect. If there is a problem, it can only be that the way it is taught is too extreme, teaching the great way of heaven and earth in the form of laws.
This is equivalent to teaching calculus, or even various cutting-edge knowledge, to a three-year-old baby.
If you have learned it, you are a "doctor", if you have not learned it, you are just a "textbook". One masters the Tao, and the other becomes the carrier of the Tao.
The ancient Taoist tradition, those who succeed can become a sage king.
"If an ordinary person learns this, he will die. Isn't this an evil way?"
Bai Shi, who was standing next to him, tried to interrupt the topic of at least the beginners with his ordinary person's perspective, which immediately earned him a cold look from Qiong Yu.
"You stupid stone, you will die if you eat too much salt? How many people have begged for the ancient Taoist inheritance, but it is enough to hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening. What if it succeeds?"
"What are the chances of success?"
"Forehead……"
Qiong Yu was a little stumped by the question. She counted on her fingers for a long time but still couldn't come up with a definite answer.
It's not that she's not good at math. If she studies systematically, she can be as good as a computer. But there are too many factors to consider when calculating the probability of someone becoming a Saint King.
Now the little fortune teller is only thousands of miles away from him.
Before Qiong Yu could figure it out, Li Yi had already given the answer: "Even those who have entered the Dao cannot be counted, let alone those who have attained the Dao. If you really have to count, there will be one Divine Transformation among billions of people, and one Saint King among tens of billions of people."
"So many?" Bai Shi was surprised. "The world's population is less than 10 billion. Is cultivation so difficult?"
"It's just a rough calculation, which also involves the mortality rate of cultivators. Yun Shu has the ability to achieve enlightenment, but he ultimately stopped at the early stage of the Spiritualization Stage. There are countless geniuses who have not grown up."
Speaking of this, Li Yi couldn't help but recall his youth when he first entered the cultivation world and was deceived and cheated in various ways, and of course, he also committed murder and robbery.
He just bought a magic sword for foundation building, but people would rob him and kill him when he left the market. Even the value of this magic sword was only one month's "salary" for them.
The higher the realm, the more important it is to have the right time, right place and right people. It is not something that can be achieved simply by accumulation of numbers. In a word, heroes are made by the times. A person is just a small clerk in peaceful times, but he may be able to rise to a high position in troubled times.
Using a rough probability calculation, the number of people in the Jiuzhou Cultivation World is generally around 100 million, with an average of one God-transforming person every 1,000 years. The human race rotates a generation every 60 years, which is equivalent to one God-transforming person among 2 billion people.
What the Saint King said was hundreds of billions was an understatement. This required an accumulation of time and opportunity.
"This... then do I still have hope of becoming a god?"
Bai Shi's words made Qiong Yu burst into laughter, and the two started to quarrel with each other again. Bai Shi used a Buddha's palm to hit Qiong Yu, and although Qiong Yu was only as big as a palm, he was not like Sun Wukong dodging on the table.
Li Yi took a sip of hot soy milk, the warmth flowing down his throat, and enjoyed the bustling daily life.
For him, this may not be considered a daily routine, because loneliness is a daily routine, and noisy days are short. Decades are the same as a day, and a thousand years are just a day and a night. Even after tens of thousands of years, he still exists.
Compared with Li Yiming's longevity of immortality, decades, hundreds of years, and thousands of years, can they be considered daily life?
How long can he live, ten thousand years, fifty thousand years, or one hundred thousand years?
Today, Li Yi still cannot sense the end of his life. The only thing he is sure of is that he will die, but he doesn't know when. He feels that the more he practices, the farther away the end is from him.
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