After Wang Xuan returned to his old land, he calmed down and seriously considered his future path.
When the curtain collapsed, he was exposed to more than one path. He saw with his own eyes some people flying into a flame like moths, being crushed to pieces in the splendor, and there was also a group of people who gave up everything and resolutely crossed the extraordinary sea of light and went away, never to be seen again in the world.
He needs to become stronger, and more importantly, he needs to bring back his soul that is wandering to the "real source".
In the following days, he studied various scriptures. He had collected a large number of classics in Xinxing, which in a sense was equivalent to obtaining the secret treasures of immortals.
In that special era, the immortal caves, the mysterious hiding places of demons and monsters, etc., all gradually decayed along with the extraordinary beings and fell out from the void, with all kinds of scriptures.
The chaebols dug up all the remains of the immortals, bringing huge dividends to Wang Xuan.
Now, for him, the time spent studying scriptures is very peaceful, while in the eyes of some people it may be considered leisurely, and in the eyes of others it may be considered boring, different people have different views.
In Wang Xuan’s own experience, this kind of life is not a peaceful life in the countryside, but a kind of mental satisfaction and spiritual fulfillment. He is exploring the way forward for the future.
In the tranquility, in the monotony, and in the departure from the hustle and bustle of the city, he gained a lot.
In the past, he had seen the splendor of the fairyland, experienced the blood and chaos of the end of the mythology, been to the immortal land, visited the higher spiritual world, and witnessed the end of an era.
He had fought with demons and monsters, slashed against gods, was targeted by Zheng Yuantian, had an enemy relationship with Heng Jun, had a bloody fight with creepy spirits, and was targeted by Shang Yi, the number one sword madman who was vaguely known as the immortal, and nearly killed him.
Although he was not very old, he had experienced a lot along the way. He witnessed the burning of the extraordinary era until it was completely extinguished. He saw all the glitz and glamour, and finally returned to the ordinary.
When the immortals have gone away and the myths no longer exist, in this extraordinary and gradually quiet world, his once restless heart also calmed down, like a kind of sedimentation.
Having experienced the extravagance and luxury, looking back in the world, and walking through the neon-lit city, he no longer needs to meditate, and his whole person is less worldly.
He read Huangting Sutra, recited Yuhua Sutra... He studied with great concentration. In this state of mind, he gained more and more, understood from different perspectives, and extracted his own things.
He did not want to copy the path of his predecessors, but was inspired by various things, broadened his horizons, and gradually saw clearly the foggy road ahead.
Of course, some of these magic skills were the first time he learned them, and he studied them carefully, such as the Hell Black Phoenix Technique, which was the creepy top-level secret technique dormant in Qi Tian's body that could allow one to regenerate from the dead.
Wang Xuan's scriptures were so numerous that he moved them all into the depths of his spiritual sea. Now, after searching through all the books, he finally found this secret book.
Once it is refined, it is equivalent to having an extra life.
Soon, he found Shang Yi's method of resurrection, the Golden Cicada Shell-Cutting Technique, which was truly a first-class scripture, and could be described as magical and magnificent.
Once this secret method is mastered, after being resurrected with it, one will be weak at first, but after enduring it, as time goes by, one's cultivation will become more advanced, and one will be even stronger than before.
Wang Xuan discovered that there were many good things deposited deep in his spiritual consciousness that needed to be excavated.
He did not devote himself to asceticism or shut himself away from visitors. In fact, he was very casual. Although he had a sense of detachment from the world, he did not intend to stay away from the mundane world.
In his spare time, he would walk around, see the colorful city at night, and be squeezed in the hustle and bustle of the streets during the day. He would also travel to the mountains, swamps, and sunsets in the desert. Different scenery and different moods.
Of course, sometimes he would go to drink tea and chat with Qingmu and Liu Huaian, and would also visit Chen Yongjie and his wife to play with the twin boy and girl.
"Wang Xuan, are you going to become an immortal?" This is Qingmu's most intuitive opinion. He always feels that Wang Xuan's temperament is changing, and he is slowly gaining an otherworldly aura, as if he is about to leave this world.
Although he didn't believe it at all, because the mythological era had ended and it was no longer possible for anyone to ascend to heaven, Wang Xuan's temperament really made him suspicious.
"No, on the contrary, a butterfly ran away. I have been feeling calm and peaceful recently, with nothing to desire in my heart. I seem to be more indifferent unconsciously." Wang Xuan said.
In this regard, whether it was Qingmu, Liu Huaian, or Chen Yongjie, they could only accompany him for tea and could not participate in the analysis of his current situation.
The tea is indeed good tea. It is the tea fruit produced by the first fairy tea tree that Wang Xuan picked from the world under the land of destiny.
But in this era, all tea fruits have lost their extraordinary properties. After being dried and preserved, only the fragrance remains, without the mythical glory.
Occasionally, Wang Xuan would go to Huang Ming's Exiled Immortal Teahouse to sit and have a small gathering with acquaintances such as Zhou Qinghuang, Kong Yun, Mo Si, Gu Mingxi, etc. Here he unexpectedly met Master Wukong - the ghost monk.
He did not cross the sea and stayed in the mortal world. As for the little white tiger who always quarreled with him - the round-faced girl, she followed the demon lord and left, swearing to die.
After the myth came to an end, the old monk returned to the Pufa Temple on the outskirts of Ancheng. It was from there that Wang Xuan brought out the fragments of his soul. Later, he walked out of the curtain, and the two became one.
From then on, Wang Xuan had a new place to go. Sometimes he would go to Pufa Temple to discuss scriptures and teachings with the old monk and study the secrets of Buddhism.
"Wang Xuan, I see that you are becoming more and more ethereal, which matches the name of my teahouse. You have the aura of a banished immortal. Please be my spokesperson." Huang Ming joked.
Outsiders commented that Wang Xuan gradually became less worldly-minded, but after returning home, his parents asked him directly if he was tired of the world and whether he had any suicidal tendencies.
Even Wang Xuan's mother asked him if there was something wrong with his practice, or if he had gone astray.
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