As winter passes and spring comes, flowers bloom and fall.

When the fallen leaves of the Bodhi tree have withered away, the young leaves that have grown again are glowing on the branches.

The heaven and earth revive, and new shoots sprout from the auspicious snow.

Ji Qiu woke up from meditation in a mountainside courtyard and breathed out a breath of white air.

The white air was exhaled and lingered for more than half a foot before gradually dissipating in the air.

Now, two full years have passed since Ji Qiu obtained the side-level inheritance of the World-Transcending Sutra and practiced it to this day.

For two years, Ji Qiu introduced the energy of heaven and earth into his body, opened all the orifices, and refined his physical body. Now, the spiritual energy accumulated in his Dantian has begun to show signs of being fully formed.

Corresponding to the first stage of Qi refining in the exercise, Qi induction is successful.

The realm of refining qi is recorded in the Sutra of Transcendence, and is divided into three realms, symbolizing the three levels after junior high school, which are the three realms of entraining qi, condensing qi, and controlling qi.

Those who are successful in entraining qi can mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish themselves, so that the body becomes more condensed and transcends the ordinary.

You can also activate spiritual energy to use simple techniques and moves to defend against enemies, which is countless times more advanced than the so-called internal energy techniques.

Those who have reached this state have truly surpassed ordinary people. Even the so-called first-class masters in the martial arts world are nothing more than a mantis trying to control the situation.

The Qi Condensation Realm is even more incredible. This realm is roughly equivalent to the innate master in the world, but his methods and background are much higher than those of the so-called martial arts master.

Within a radius of three feet, practitioners in the Qi Condensation Realm can kill people from a distance. As long as everything is within a radius of three feet, even flying flowers and leaves picked up casually, it is fatal to ordinary people.

A great killer.

This is just an additional feature of this environment.

The most important thing for practitioners who have reached the Qi Condensation Realm is that they have the qualifications to practice real magic. If you are successful in the Qi Condensation Realm and want to kill the innate master, you can do it almost casually.

As for the final Qi Control realm, it is even more terrifying. As the name suggests, it can control Qi and leave the body, and control various magical weapons as weapons. Even the spells it activates are more powerful than those in the Qi Condensation Realm.

Reaching this level, it is no longer something that can be described by just a thousand troops.

Practitioners of the Qi Control Realm are no different than land gods to ordinary people. Even if they take the heads of enemy generals in the midst of thousands of troops, they are just searching for objects.

"It's been two years..."

Ji Qiu stood up and looked calm.

He watched the white air in front of him slowly dissipate, then put on one side of his monk's robe and walked out of the quiet room.

The simulation of reincarnation is said to be a simulation, but it is more like a journey of cultivating the mind and seeking the Tao.

And it protects one's Taoist heart from completely sinking into such a long and long time.

The mortal world is forgotten, and the Taoist mind is clear.

What a great blessing.

Ji Qiu smiled, stood up, pushed open the door, and looked out to the outside world.

It was early in the morning, the dewdrops hanging on the leaves were about to drip down, and a slight mist was rising between the mountains and fields.

Dong Dong~~

The morning bell echoed, and the huge hanging mountain came to life.

Many monks woke up from a deep sleep and completed their daily routine day after day.

Chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name, eating fast and cleaning, practicing martial arts...

Everyone has their own busy schedule.

But Ji Qiu just walked down the mountain alone.

If the most profound thing that stayed in Ji Qiu's heart was undoubtedly the simulation before he changed his destiny against the will of heaven.

Although that reincarnation compressed time to the extreme, making Ji Qiu feel like he was watching a revolving lantern, after all, it was a full seventy years, so how could it pass by in one go.

For him, no matter whether it was this life or the real life, the sum of all the things he experienced was not as much as what he experienced in that simulation.

And the origin of everything is just a meeting today.

Ji Qiu thought of the pair of brown pupils that once shone brightly and exuded endless vitality in his memory, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, and his steps sped up a bit.

When the wind blows and the flags move, is it the wind or the flags?

neither.

External interference is fleeting, neither the wind nor the flags.

It's my heartbeat.

After stepping on the bluestone stairs one after another, Ji Qiu went down all the way.

Banyan trees stand on both sides, their crowns spread widely, and the green shade covers the sky. All the rays of the high-hanging sun are covered in the tree crowns, making people feel clear and clear in body and mind.

Looking from a distance at the Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain where gray-robed monks were gathering in groups of twos and threes, Ji Qiu stopped, looked at the remote Buddhist hall to the west, and slowly walked away.

A fragment of the memory is gradually revived here.

The closer you get, the clearer it becomes.

At this time, as Ji Qiu approached the Buddhist hall, the sound of women crying gradually began to sound.

At this moment, Ji Qiu raised his eyes.

In his mind, fragments of the simulation before he changed his destiny against heaven slowly emerged.

When we first met, she was a girl who only knew how to cry. She seemed to be two years older than herself, but she was already a very clear sign of success.

Just like a hibiscus emerging from the water, it is naturally carved and decorated without applying any powder, and its cardamom years are impressive.

It is different from carrying all the memories when I changed my destiny against the will of heaven.

In that first simulation, Zhenru was Zhenru, not Zhenru with the blessing of Ji Qiu's memory and knowing the past and future.

He is just a young monk who is only eleven years old. Even if his skin is as fair and as bright as a jade tree, it cannot conceal his shallow experience.

For Zhenru, he had never seen such a beautiful girl.

One is intentional, the other is unintentional, and the fate between the two is thus forged.

Unfortunately, it didn't end well.

Monks have no courage, women have no chance.

In the end, it can only end up lonely.

The fragments in his mind flashed by like a movie. Ji Qiu had a complicated expression. He listened to the crying outside the Buddhist hall for a moment, and finally crossed the threshold and walked in.

After entering, the scene changes. The rising sun shines light into the Buddhist hall, dispelling the darkness inside the door.

A tall golden Buddha statue stood above him with his hands raised, and in front of the red cloth table below, there was a girl in light red clothes, kneeling on the futon with her back to Ji Qiu, sobbing softly.

"Amitabha, please ask me, girl, why are you crying in front of the Buddha statue?"

Just like in his memory, Ji Qiu slowly stepped forward, lowered his head and frowned, clasped his palms together, and asked the little girl in front of him.

Su Qixiu knelt on the futon, her reddish brown eyes still stained with a few unshed tears.

When she heard someone behind her asking a question, she was suddenly startled, and even her sobbing expression paused for a moment.

She turned her head and looked behind her at the source of the sound.

Taking a quick look, Su Qixiu couldn't help but be a little stunned when she saw the person who was wearing a white monk's robe. Although his face was childish, he was extremely handsome.

The rising sun just now poured down the warm sunshine of early spring, covering his white monk's robe with a layer of gold, making him look like an immortal in the clouds, sacred and inviolable.
Chapter completed!