Thus, the war between mortals and reincarnated beings broke out.
Someone approached Yang Cang and asked him to join the group to fight for the great world.
"How do you plan to fight, fellow Daoist?"
"Kill officials, kill people, kill civilians."
"How can you conquer the world by killing people?"
"Kill enough people, and naturally the mortals will surrender. Now we have obtained the cause and effect item of the prime minister of this dynasty, and we will cast a spell together to curse him to death on the spot!"
"The backlash of national destiny cannot be stopped by building a foundation."
Even a Nascent Soul master cannot escape death when facing the cause and effect of billions of people. There may be some tricks to avoid most of the cause and effect, but it is still not something that the Foundation Establishment master can withstand.
Furthermore, the terrifying thing about karma is not just the backlash of luck, but more about the countless unpredictable enemies. Mortals can't do anything to them for one year, two years, ten years, or a hundred years, but don't forget that all the strong men were transformed from mortals.
You never know if thousands of years later, the person standing in front of you might be the ant you once accidentally stepped on.
"We share the responsibility. As long as we can seize this spiritual land, any price will be worth it."
Yang Cang rejected the invitation. Half a month later, a plague called hemorrhage broke out in Shenzhou. At the same time, an illegal organization called the White Lotus Club was rampant.
Half a year later, they lost because the monks from the Immortal Era took the opportunity to intervene and exchanged some kind of interests with the government.
Yang Cang had already anticipated this situation. He would not wade into this muddy water. Even if he wanted to help, he would go to help Shangqing Palace.
He hibernated for another half a year, during which time he walked through the mountains and rivers, picking up spiritual objects that no one had discovered bit by bit. Although they were not as good as the spiritual objects from the government, they were barely enough to support his practice.
His opportunity was no longer ordinary, it was in an unknown place.
Finally, Yang Cang found a piece of gray rubble with a word vaguely engraved on it: Pan.
"The first of the ancient ways was called Pan,"
Yang Cang found a Feng Shui place that could be isolated from all investigations and devoted himself to studying the gravel. This research was like entering a vast ocean.
Endless Tao, endless Dharma.
Enlightenment is just around the corner.
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"The gods have names but no surnames. They are born knowing and are naturally gifted by nature."
In the dim cave, a sound continued to echo, and every sound hit the wall and echoed five or six times.
A ray of sunlight shines through the layers of green shade and falls into the bottomless cave. A figure emerges from the darkness. The half-hidden shadow vaguely shows tattered clothes and a hand that keeps grabbing the ground.
The nails scratched the slippery stone on the ground over and over again, making an unpleasant squeaking sound.
The rest of the time, nothing could be seen, but fortunately the angle of the sunlight would change. Three more hours passed, and the afternoon light slowly moved towards the face of the mysterious man.
It was a face covered in dirt, with disheveled hair and a dazed look.
Suddenly, his face showed a strange distortion. A deep dimple appeared on his fleshy face, and the left corner of his mouth turned up wildly. At the same time, his two eyes, one squeezed upwards and the other squeezed to the left.
A kind of madness that can be seen even from the face.
"Heaven and earth are one, coexisting with the Tao!"
"The Tao returns to the infinite, and creation is self-satisfied!"
"The Tao is the Supreme, the Saint of Tao, the Beginning of Tao, the Tao of Tao..."
Yang Cang roared almost crazily, with a hint of struggle in his voice.
The so-called madness is actually his rare clarity. It is precisely because he resists to the extreme that he becomes mad.
Soon he calmed down again and continued to comprehend the endless Dao. His cultivation and realm increased bit by bit, and in time he would surely achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven.
But for some reason, the closer he got to enlightenment, the more frightened Yang Cang felt. Perhaps it was because his cultivation came too quickly, and it felt unreal that his enlightenment was so easy.
It could also be that his own Taoism was being gradually replaced, and he could find a better one among the rubble, even if it was just a small spell.
Survival of the fittest is the law of nature, both in the material and spiritual aspects.
Even though Yang Cang tried his best to restrain himself from using it, every time he used any Taoist method, he couldn't help but think of a better one in his heart.
How long did this situation last?
One year, two years, three years, or has hundreds of years passed?
I must find a method that can rival His. Is it the Secret Book of Everything Goes Well that the Tianji Pavilion never passes down? But the ancient Taoists have the Book of Divination. Is it the Cloud-soaring Art that can travel a thousand miles a day? But the ancient Taoists have the Art of Shrinking the Earth into an Inch.
Why should I resist? Isn't this what I want?
The Dao of Dao Zun is vast and boundless, and is the most powerful Dao of heaven and earth. Just comprehending it is enough for me to break through to the level of incarnation, and in time I can completely surpass those ancient gods.
There are ten gods, and I am one of them!
"I am one of them..."
The twisted muscles on Yang Cang's face calmed down again, and his expression became easygoing and indifferent. His pupils also returned to the center, and the madness and obsession in his eyes quickly dissipated, leaving only ruthlessness and thoughtlessness.
With every breath you take, you mobilize the power of heaven and earth. In an instant, true energy enters your body and the three flowers gather at the top of your head.
Yang Cang felt that he was infinitely close to becoming a god. The enlightenment and ascension to heaven that he had been seeking but could not obtain in his previous life was now within his reach.
He looked up to the sky and laughed.
"It's done! I've achieved enlightenment! Enlightenment!"
Just as he was about to step into the realm of enlightenment, his eyes became a little blurry, and his mind was still turning over all the Taoist methods he knew, and finally settled on a method that could calculate the weather.
When he touched upon this little method, the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head actually paused slightly.
That spring, Yu Fansu happened to meet a Taoist priest in green clothes who was enjoying the spring.
The Taoist in green was half lying in the shade of a tree on the hillside, looking at himself lazily.
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