C113 sky-peeping

On top of my head, there was a bloody painting.

A skinny old man was looking at the house with an interested expression on his face. However, there was nothing in his eye sockets. There were only two large, dark holes. Two lines of blood flowed out of the hole and streaked across his cheek.

His left hand rested on his walking stick. His right palm was open, and there were two bloody eyeballs on it.

The scene was horrifying enough, but what was even more horrifying was that I felt as if the eyeball was alive. I could even feel his gaze.

The eyeballs that were dug out could still look at people? There was also a trace of leisure and schadenfreude in his eyes.

After looking at it for a while, I suddenly felt my body involuntarily float towards those eyes, as though I was about to enter its world.

Startled, I quickly retracted my eyes.

Mr. Zhao whispered to me: "What? You've already discovered it? "

I covered my eyes and vigorously nodded my head. At the same time, I felt a sharp pain in my eye sockets, as if someone was trying to dig out my eyes.

I rested for a while before I recovered. Then I said to Mr. Zhao, "What happened to this painting? Why do I feel that it's so strange? "

The Mr. Zhao said, "You think that being evil is the right thing to do. The name of this painting is' Blind God '. "

I scratched my head. The Blind God? "

Mr. Zhao acknowledged: "It's about the same. The Blind God had a great background. It was said that many years ago, when the world was in chaos, there were many people who hid away from the outside world to build their own clan. "The more such people appear, the more prosperous the Taoism becomes."

"You have to know, in this chaotic world, this little commoner has no right to hide from the world. He could either farm his own land at home and wait for the soldiers to come and rob them. Or be tied up in the army, killed in a muddle, killed in a muddle. "

I replied, "The commoners want to live in seclusion, but they are too poor. If they can't farm, they will starve to death. They will be tied to their own farms for the rest of their lives."

The Mr. Zhao nodded in agreement and continued, "That's why those who go into seclusion have good families and are rather cultured. These cultural people looked at the Daoist Canon. Originally, it was just for fun, but as time passed, they also continued to study. I think you kill me all day in the world, and I kill you. What was the point of a life without a goal? It would be great if he could live forever and be carefree. Thus, in the end, the atmosphere for Immortal cultivators grew increasingly thick.

"Rumor has it that deep in the mountains, there is a group of people with the highest cultivation bases. These people study how to become Immortal everyday. "

I asked with interest, "Did they succeed? Are there really deities in this world? "

Mr. Zhao snickered: "What kind of deities are you talking about. These people have all turned into bones. "

I replied in disappointment.

Mr. Zhao smiled and said, "Eldest Nephew, you don't have to be disappointed. Even if there was a deity, it wouldn't even be our turn. I have been cultivating for generations, and I have no idea how many merits I have accumulated. "

I said, "How do you know that I have not cultivated many lifetimes? Maybe this is my last life. "

Mr. Zhao laughed: "You're quite optimistic."

Then he continued, "Those people who cultivate are in a closed door cultivation, sealing themselves in the cave. If they don't achieve Immortal Ascension, they won't come out. In the end, not only did he not become an immortal, he even died a long time ago. Then their disciples moved the stone away and gave them the remains. "In the end, we discovered that these people's bones were harder and more transparent than an ordinary person's. They didn't look like human bones, but more like jade."

"Especially one of the old masters; he was born with a handicap and was lacking in one hand and one leg. Logically speaking, this kind of person with an incomplete body would find it difficult to circulate their blood and Qi smoothly. If they wanted to cultivate to the positive result, they would need to put in a hundred times more effort than others. Even if he has turned into dried up bones, his bones should be weaker than others. "

I nodded. "Yes." Isn't that so? "

Mr. Zhao shook his head, "In the end, these disciples realized that this old master's bones are the clearest. "If one's bones are the best, then one can cultivate the best. Then, this old master's cultivation is actually the highest."

I curiously asked, "Why is that?"

Mr. Zhao looked at A Chang who was not far away. Seeing that he was still fusing his seven emotions and six desires, he estimated that it would take a while before he finished. "That's right, why? These disciples also thought hard and finally came to a conclusion. To be born old and to die sick was the law of the heavens. To become an Immortal is against the heavens, so it is impossible. "

I dejectedly said, "After studying for a long time, I finally came to this conclusion?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "Don't underestimate this conclusion. Sometimes, admitting that a road was impassable was not necessarily a bad thing. If you keep on carrying my thoughts of becoming an immortal, then it would be like flying moths to a flame. Other than wasting your life in the cave for generations, there is no other possibility for you to cultivate. "

I said, "Well, let's say you're right. After this conclusion was reached? So these disciples will be dissolved? "

The Mr. Zhao replied, "Not really. Since they had come to this conclusion, these disciples began to study it. How did the Heavenly Daos restrict people from becoming deities? "

"First of all, cultivation has its effects. Otherwise, the remains of my masters wouldn't be so translucent. In the end, they had to come to a conclusion. The way that the Heavenly Dao restricts humans from becoming immortals is through longevity. "

"To live a hundred years, that must be a long life, right? To live a hundred and thirty or forty years was considered rare, right? "Even amongst the older Daoists in the mountains, the ones who are best at maintaining their health are the ones who have only heard of people who are over two hundred years old. But no one has ever seen someone this old. There's an eighty percent chance that it's just a rumor."

"In these hundred years, there have been simply not enough people to reach Immortal Ascension. That's why people died before they could reach Immortal Ascension. "Then how can we cultivate?"

I scratched my head and asked, "Didn't you just say that you were cultivating for several lifetimes?"

Mr. Zhao said, "First of all, can my memories from my past life be brought back to this one? This is a big problem. Secondly, even if you were brought into this life, would you be able to bring along the achievements from your past life? Your current body is still a mortal body. go back to zero and start training again. When you reach a hundred years old, you will turn into a pile of dried up bones. "

My heart went cold when I heard this. "Isn't this a little too cruel?"

Mr. Zhao nodded and said with emotion, "Cultivation is always this cruel. Moreover, no one was sure if there were any deities in the world or not. What Heavenly Palace, what Hell. No one had ever seen him before. These training methods are all theoretical in nature. "

I replied, "That would be too miserable. For a dream, I wasted my life for generations."

Mr. Zhao replied, "Yes. It was just a fantasy, not worth it. However, they did not give up on those disciples. They're working on how to break the lifespan limit. "

I chuckled dryly. "They won't open the furnace to refine pills and request for the elixir of life, right?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "There really is a group of people who do this. What cinnabar sulfur? In the end, the deities didn't succeed and ate a lot of it. This faction gradually lost its legacy. After all, if a human has already eaten himself to death, how could they continue to eat? "

Xia Xin, who was listening at the side, also came over.

The Mr. Zhao spoke with even more enthusiasm, "Later on, these disciples realized that the possibility of lengthening one's lifespan was not very high. "Since I can't think of a way to deal with time, can I make a big deal out of it?"

"If a person succeeds in cultivating it, it will take a thousand years. Then isn't half a person five hundred years old? A quarter of a person? Could it be two hundred years? One in eighty, could it be done just by being alive? Look at that old master who is missing his limbs. Isn't his cultivation level much higher as well? "

I couldn't help interrupting him, "How is that possible? One eighth? "How do we divide it?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "You think that's impossible, but these disciples have already tried. They spent their entire lives training only a single hand, or even a single foot, and in the end, they really succeeded. "

Surprised, I asked, "How?"

Mr. Zhao said, "There was a disciple who managed to cultivate up to a single hand at the age of eighty. His hair was white and his face wrinkled, but his hand was smooth and red, as if he was twenty years old. In addition, it was impervious to water and fire, and unbreakable to saber strikes. "After he died, his hand didn't rot either."

I said, "Your hands didn't rot, but that's useless. They're already dead."

Mr. Zhao said, "Yes. Therefore, there would be people who would train their heads and hope to keep it forever. That way, they might have a chance of survival. But it didn't work. It's much more difficult to cultivate a head into a positive fruit than it is to cultivate a hand. "

"Thus, these people decided to step back and only cultivate a mouth or a nose. After a few hundred years, someone finally managed to cultivate a pair of eyes. This person's eyes are still unsatisfied even after it has been cultivated. He wants to cultivate the Unbreakable Golden Body to a level where he can live on forever. "

"But he is old and knows there is no time. Therefore, he thought hard and suddenly thought: If mortals could not become immortals, could it be that this also had something to do with the method of cultivation? Why don't we just switch to a faster method? "

I slapped my forehead. Why didn't you think of it earlier? "

Mr. Zhao laughed bitterly: "It's not that I didn't think of it, but it's just that it's useless to think of it. A cultivation method that had been refined over thousands of years, how could it be changed so easily? You want it done quickly? "Maybe he has already gone berserk before he even made it."

When Mr. Zhao said this, he sighed, "What a pity, now even such a slow method has been lost to us."

I was anxious to hear about the old Taoist, so I asked him, "What happened next? Did he find a quick solution? "

Mr. Zhao said, "This old Taoist is very bold. One day he thinks. My eyes have been fixed. You can see what people can't. Since I can't find a way to cultivate in the human world, why shouldn't I find one in the sky? Others may not be able to see the sky, but I might be able to. "

"Thus, he chose a midnight that was bright and sparse. He sat cross-legged on the mountaintop and started to secretly observe what was happening above the ninth heaven with his eyes. This matter is called peeping the Heavens. "