In the northern part of Zhongzhou, deep in the mountains.
As evening falls, the forests are ablaze with color, the mountains are ablaze with red, and on Luoxia Peak stands a Taoist temple called Longhu Temple.
"Senior brother, why do you drink porridge every day?"
In the backyard of the Taoist temple, a little girl dressed in a loose blue robe held a bowl, staring listlessly at the thin porridge inside.
The young man in white robes smiled slightly, "Junior sister, Master said that to achieve longevity, one must cleanse one's intestines; to achieve immortality, one must have no residue in one's intestines. Drinking porridge is beneficial for cultivating immortality."
"I really want to eat meat."
Zi Yue was petite with two topknots on her head. Since arriving at Longhu Temple, she had never been able to eat her fill.
Qin Luo smiled and shook his head. He sat cross-legged on the platform, bathed in the evening glow, his body enveloped in a faint golden light.
Three years ago, Qin Luo, who had just finished his college entrance examination, was struck by lightning while resting under a tree. He was then transported to the Tianxuan Continent. After a year of struggle, he discovered that this was a dangerous world of cultivation where demons and monsters roamed.
Two years ago, Qin Luo wandered to the vicinity and heard that there were cultivators at Longhu Temple who were taking on disciples. In order to survive in the world of cultivation where demons and monsters roamed, he came to Longhu Temple to become a disciple.
When Master Zhang Fulong heard that Qin Luo wanted to become his disciple, he couldn't stop smiling, saying that he had the potential to become an immortal and immediately accepted him as his disciple.
In the blink of an eye.
He practiced at Longhu Temple for two years.
There used to be several senior disciples at Longhu Temple, but they left the temple one after another for various reasons. Now only Qin Luo and Zi Yue, who just arrived, remain at Longhu Temple to cultivate.
A gentle breeze blows.
Peach blossoms fell in the courtyard.
After finishing her porridge, Zi Yue looked at Qin Luo, who was sitting cross-legged on the platform. He was dressed in white, with long hair draped over his shoulders and skin that shone with a crystal-clear luster. He had an air of otherworldly elegance and was detached from worldly affairs.
Her eyes shone with admiration as she whispered, "Senior brother, senior brother, can you teach me how to cultivate immortality?"
Ziyue has been at Longhu Temple for some time now, working every day, but she still doesn't know how to cultivate immortality.
She always felt that something was off about this place.
Seeing his junior sister's expectant eyes, Qin Luo, having nothing else to do, nodded and said, "Okay."
"Thank you, senior brother."
Ziyue immediately perked up.
"Junior sister, close your eyes."
"Relax, then meditate."
Ziyue closed her eyes.
"Senior brother, and then what?"
"Junior sister, meditation is the same as cultivating immortality."
"ah?"
Zi Yue opened her eyes.
She tilted her little head.
Could it be that my senior brother is joking with me?
Zi Yue hadn't read many books, but she used to often hear old men in the village tell stories about cultivators. Cultivators were all one in ten thousand, needing spiritual roots, cultivation methods, and various tribulations and trials.
"Junior Sister, cultivating immortality is this simple."
Zi Yue blinked in surprise, "Senior brother, does cultivating immortality not depend on spiritual roots, nor does it require cultivation methods?"
Qin Luo nodded and said with a smile, "My master said that the most important thing in cultivating immortality is comprehension. The great path is simple, and enlightenment comes naturally. Spiritual roots and cultivation methods are just icing on the cake."
"oh."
Ziyue seemed to understand, but not quite.
Qin Luo continued, "We are different from other cultivators. We cultivate through meditation. Our mental state is created by our mind. The more realistic the images in our meditation, the faster our cultivation speed."
"That's so profound."
Ziyue scratched her head.
"Junior sister, why don't you give it a try?"
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
Ziyue sat cross-legged on the platform and tried it.
The setting sun blazed like fire.
Qin Luo also closed his eyes.
A magnificent picture appeared in his mind.
Amidst the vast starry sky and boundless earth, various wondrous scenes emerged in the painting. Qin Luo felt refreshed and invigorated, as if he had been reborn, his entire body brimming with power.
A year ago, the scroll in Qin Luo's sea of consciousness was still blurry, but now the scene on it is clearly visible.
As time goes by.
The last rays of the setting sun fell upon Longhu Temple.
As the sun set and the moon rose, a cool evening breeze blew. An elderly man in a Taoist robe slowly walked into the courtyard. Zhang Fulong had white hair but a youthful face. He was not tall and was a bit overweight. He coughed while clenching his fist.
"Master."
Qin Luo and Zi Yue stood up and bowed.
Zhang Fulong nodded with a smile, "Cultivating immortality is a gradual process. You need to balance work and rest. Staying up all night to cultivate immortality is bad for your health. You should get some rest."
"Yes, Master."
Qin Luo and Zi Yue left the courtyard.
Since arriving at Longhu Temple, Qin Luo has been going to bed early and getting up early, and his health has been getting better and better. He believes that what his master said makes sense.
When the night was deep and quiet, while Qin Luo and Zi Yue were resting in their room, Zhang Fulong went to the main hall of the Taoist temple. A portrait of the Taoist patriarch hung high above, and offerings were placed on the altar.
"Finally, I can have a good meal."
Zhang Fulong picked up the offering and put it in his mouth.
"Comfortable."
They ate and drank their fill.
Zhang Fulong approached the donation box, rolled up his sleeves, and emptied out all the copper coins and loose silver from it. A smug smile spread across his face. "Hehe, money can be earned back, but a lost conscience can earn even more."
...
The next day, early morning.
"Senior brother, why aren't you drinking your porridge?"
Ziyue squatted on the steps in the backyard, drinking porridge.
"I'm not hungry."
Qin Luo was chopping firewood in the yard.
Last year, Zhang Fulong told him to be frugal. Qin Luo saw that his master ate the morning dew and drank the evening glow, so he followed his example, drinking the morning dew and bathing in the evening glow. Now he does not eat grains and has inexhaustible strength.
"Senior brother, you must be very amazing."
"I'm still far from good enough."
Qin Luo neatly stacked the chopped firewood and asked with a smile, "Junior Sister, what did you meditate on?"
Ziyue shook her head. "Senior brother, all I can think of is steamed buns. I had steamed buns to eat before I came up the mountain. I thought that kind of life would be very hard, but after I came up the mountain, I realized that as long as you can endure hardship, there will be endless hardship."
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