Chapter 599 Spirit Talisman Sect

"Meditation? Then what do I need to think about?" On the surface, Ye Shuo asked respectfully.

The old Taoist chuckled: "The so-called meditation does not mean that you think about anything, but that you do not think about anything. Put your mind completely empty, and in this purest tranquility, feel nature and the world until you can hear the sound of flowers blooming, hear the sound of wind, and hear the surging of all elements in nature..."

"Aren't these perceptions clearer with the power of soul?" Ye Shuo interrupted in a daze. He was still quite confident when he wanted to understand the five spirit elements.

When the old Taoist priest heard this, he glared at him with a regret: "So why I said that it is best to start practicing spiritual power from a young age. At that time, your soul power has not been fully developed, and it is easier to feel the spiritual world. If you spiritual practitioners who have already achieved some attainments will naturally subconsciously use the power they are better at."

He looked up and down at him again, and suddenly frowned: "Have you learned to be a soul master before?"

After Ye Shuo nodded, the old Taoist stroking his long beard in contemplation, "Soul Master and Funeral Master, because of the different original powers of cultivation, they were originally two conflicting professions. Except for the legendary master, no one can hold these two positions at the same time." He paused, raised his head and looked directly at Ye Shuo, and said seriously: "If I told you, you can only choose one of the two, what choice would you make?"

Ye Shuo fell into silence. The old Taoist priest was not in a hurry, as if he was waiting for him to think about it carefully.

"I don't want to give up either of these two professions." In the end, Ye Shuo spoke. Without waiting for the old Taoist priest to question, he continued to speak firmly, "If there is no first person, then I will become this first person! Since there is already the first person, he can do it, there is no reason why I can't do it!"

The old Taoist priest obviously didn't expect him to make such crazy words. He was stunned for a moment and laughed for a while and said, "Your young man's tone has always been quite good, but the key is to see how many things can you really do? If you want to compare with that adult, you are completely incompetent now. Don't be too ambitious, go meditate first."

Before he left, he handed him a bottle of pill: "If you insist on persisting, then when practicing, take this pill first. It will temporarily close your soul power and allow you to start from scratch to explore your mental power, this brand new space."

He waved his hand to stop his thanks, "I forgot to introduce myself. I am so cautious. I always warn myself to take this Taoist name and act more cautiously. If I don't do it alone, you will be the same."

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Since he had officially joined Master Fu, Ye Shuo was also assigned to a disciple's house to live in.

Although this sect is a little smaller, the environment is quiet. At the same time, in order to allow the disciples to concentrate on their cultivation, the room is in a spacious wing room, with several small compartments divided into vertical baffles, and the baffles are built with unique ingenuity. The baffles are like roller blinds, and can be controlled by the disciples themselves.

In this way, everyone is quiet when meditating, but in daily life, they live and enjoy together. This is no wonder that the friendship between the family members is extremely strong.

When Ye Shuo entered the room, the disciples in the same room obviously heard about his legendary deeds and looked at him with curious and admiring eyes.

That is a heritage that no one can get since the founding of the Fu Master Sect! Now this junior brother has obtained it as soon as he comes. Will his achievements in the Master Sect be shallow in the future? Even if he is still a junior talisman master now, his achievements there will be no one dare to underestimate him.

As a disciple started, everyone soon surrounded him and helped Ye Shuo pack his luggage while chatting with him casually. In just a few hours, he almost instilled all the work and rest arrangements of Master Fu's sect and the interesting customs and stories.

At first, Ye Shuo just regarded Master Fu as a temporary place to settle down. He just wanted to learn to activate the spiritual talisman as soon as possible, so he returned to the Red Flame Forest and had no intention of making more friends here. However, he could not resist the enthusiasm of the disciples, so he had to respond in a mess.

After the luggage was packed, he had already become acquainted with his roommates. I have to say that he still liked this long-lost warm atmosphere.

Later, under the guidance of his roommate, Ye Shuo put down the baffle and entered a state of cultivation.

Before this, he had already pinched the elixir bottle given by Taoist Master Mi Shen in his hand and played with it all the way. He originally did not intend to take it, but after all, he had to temporarily close his soul power. Who knows if there are any side effects? And he also believed that it should not be difficult to distinguish between soul power and mental power based on his own abilities.

But after having a laugh with the disciples in the same room, due to their increasing affection for Master Fu, he also put down his guard against Mishen, poured out a pill, calmed down, and swallowed it in one bite.

While waiting for the medicinal power to take effect, Ye Shuo closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, clearing his distracting thoughts over and over again.

When he was practicing in the past, his head was moving, busy experiencing the five spirit elements and the laws of heaven and earth. If he really wanted to think about nothing, he would have to stop even his perception at the same time. It was okay for a while, but over time, he always found it difficult to persevere. Even if the soul fluctuations gradually left the sensing, the area of ​​mental power was still a stagnant pool.

Ye Shuo knew very well that the sound of wind, rain, and the sound of the evolution of all things he heard were just fantasized in his mind. It was not that he really heard the sound of nature through his mental power. At the same time, since he had this fantasy, it was even more difficult to enter the realm of the four elements. Not long after, he became increasingly irritable in his heart.

"Ah! You layman! I really can't stand it anymore, let me teach you meditation-"

The sound that sounded in his mind at this time was naturally the Qing Xiangxiong, who was the best at meditation.

Ye Shuo was overjoyed and was worried, so why did he forget this expert?

Feeling the relief from his soul, Qing Xiangxiong's vanity was also greatly satisfied. At this time, he had already guided him with a strict look: "Inhale, exhale! Inhale again, exhale again-"

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In the first month, Ye Shuo was sitting cross-legged quietly, his closed eyes not even opened once. His breathing was much smoother than before, and the fluctuations of spiritual power were completely restrained around his body, and his whole body seemed to have merged with nature.

The next month, Ye Shuo sat at the square table, staring at a pen holder standing in front of the tip of his nose, so hard that his eyes were about to stare out, but the pen holder was still motionless. Until Ye Shuo sighed and lowered his head, where he didn't notice, the pen tip seemed to tremble quietly in the breeze.

In the third month, Ye Shuo sat cross-legged and lit a circle of candlesticks around him. The flames swung melodiously, like silent urging. The airflow in Ye Shuo's body was also chaotic, and whenever spiritual power spontaneously rose, it would be suppressed by him immediately. Until the last hour at the end of the month, the outermost candlestick was finally quietly extinguished.

In the fourth month, Ye Shuo was still sitting cross-legged. This time, the seeds of flowers surrounded him. Ye Shuo's eyes were closed very tightly, and a trace of clear air was lingering in front of the seal hall, spreading among the flower seeds like a whirlpool. By the end of the month, flowers were already blooming around him.

The fifth month.

"How do you feel?" After completing the basic teaching, Qing Xiangxiong entered a meditation state alone, and now he is Shen Xingli.

Ye Shuo sighed deeply: "It's very difficult." He seemed unwilling to be ridiculed by Shen Xinglie, and continued to add: "I finally understand why Master Mishen said that Master Fu and Soul Master coexist. The overly powerful soul power is now an obstacle to me. It is obvious that many soul power is easy to use, but I have to force myself to use my mental power. This is a torture for my spirit."

"Take it slowly." Shen Xinglie smiled, "Diligence can make up for your shortcomings, but if you don't have talent, use hard work to fill in it."

Ye Shuo was helpless. Although this was an encouragement, he was still very distressed by being so directly evaluated that he was "not capable of talent"...

After closing his eyes and breathing, he was about to enter the next stage of cultivation again, a disciple from the same room suddenly rushed in.

"Junior Brother Ye, why are you still practicing?" The disciple said without saying a word and dragged him up, "Let's go, let's watch the fun!"

Since he couldn't let it go, he had to be calm and composed in his mood to practice, Ye Shuo followed him.

The two of them came all the way to the square in Qianshan. At this time, the small square was crowded with people, and it seemed that the disciples of Master Fu came to "watch the fun".

However, after a closer look, Ye Shuo found that it seemed that there were not only people from Master Fu in the square. There was another group of disciples with different costumes standing at the other end, chattering and pointing at the same time. The two sides had obviously divided into two camps.

Looking at it, in the most conspicuous open space in the middle, there were two thrones separated, with two Taoist priests sitting on the left and right. The left head is Mishen, and the right head is a strange red-faced elder, wearing clothes similar to those of the disciples below, but the materials are much more luxurious.

Below is a ring, two disciples from different sects stand opposite each other, and loud shouts on both sides are rising one after another.

"Those people from the Spirit Talisman Sect over there." Before Ye Shuo could ask, the disciples who came to Nara him took the initiative to explain.

"They are also a sect that focuses on cultivating Fu Masters. Moreover, they are under the jurisdiction of Qianyuan Sect. They are rich and powerful, much stronger than us." The disciple said, and curled his lips disdainfully, "But the atmosphere there is very bad. Basically, they just stuff money and stuff money. If you stuff more money, the more the master will teach you. It can be said that it is a paradise for rich people, and the poor have no way to survive in it."

"Then are they now?" Ye Shuo glanced at the ring in the middle. But he really didn't expect that in such a remote place, he could actually meet the sects under the Qianyuan Sect, and they were really powerful all over the world...

"It's a provocation. Basically, this is the case before the sect competition every year. They also said it nicely, saying it is called 'pre-match warm-up'."

The disciple looked even more dissatisfied, "Even though the two sects are separated by several cities, the well water does not interfere with the river. Because everyone is also training the talisman master, we are regarded as thorns in our eyes. The sect leader there really has time to ask the elders to come here every year and compete with our disciples. It's a pity that we..."

Speaking of this, the disciple lowered his head in shame, but Ye Shuo heard what he meant. The resources of the Fu Master Sect are scarce, so they naturally cannot compare to the Lingfu Sect with strong financial support. Every year, whether it is pre-match preview or the official sect competition later, the Fu Master Sect's performance cannot be satisfactory. No wonder the Lingfu Sect is as happy as it is now, and is happy to provoke before the game.

From the onlookers' discussions, Ye Shuo also learned that the representative disciple of Master Fu Sect was named Leng Qi, the senior brother in the sect, and the representative disciple of the Lingfu Sect was named Ming Jitong. It is said that the strength of this generation of Lingfu Sect is one of the best.

The cheers of the crowd had already sounded. Ming Jitong stood proudly and waved his hand to his side. A disciple immediately held a black lacquer tray with a feather arrow in it. Ming Jitong narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the feather arrow, but did not reach out to take it. Looking ahead, there were two targets there, and the bull's eye was still empty at this time.

He took a quiet breath, and Mingji locked the target with his eyes tightly. He clearly didn't see any movement, but beside him, the feather arrow in the tray began to shake on its own.

The feather arrow trembled more and more violently until it rose from the plate and floated on the side of his ear. Then it shot out with a "whoosh" sound, stably reaching the red heart!

A cheer sounded in the group of disciples of the Lingfu Sect.

Mental archery? Ye Shuo also saw some fun. Is this really a special way to compete?

On the field, Mingji looked at Leng Qi sideways and spread his hands slightly: "Please."

Leng Qi did not answer, and there was also a disciple holding a tray beside him. Leng Qi's next approach was the same as before. The feather arrow was floating beside him, with the same red heart. This time, it was naturally the turn of disciples from Master Fu to cheer.

Ming Jitong nodded without any unnecessary expression. He raised his hand again. This time, two feather arrows were filled in the tray.

The competition between the two continued, and the number of feather arrows increased to five. At this point, both sides were always unmatched in success or failure, but Ye Shuo made a sensitive judgment that if you talk about the skills of using mental power, Ming Jitong was indeed more advantageous. It seems that this pre-match warm-up, Fu Shimen will eventually end up losing again.

The competition was fierce in the field, and a small-scale uproar suddenly arose among the disciples of Master Fu.

The focal point of noisy is the arrival of a young girl. She is wearing a light pink long gown, with crimson lace dotted in front of her clothes, her face is gentle, her long hair is like a waterfall, like a graceful lotus flower.

As soon as the girl appeared, several disciples surrounded her and greeted with concern: "Junior Sister Banxia, ​​are you finally willing to leave the room?"

The girl lowered her head lightly, and her voice was as clear as a spring: "There is still a life. Besides, this is a major event within the sect, so it is naturally coming."

The disciples comforted each other in a few words, but they were all the common sayings of "It would be best if you could think so."

Ye Shuo also turned his head and glanced at her. When he just moved into the disciple's room, a group of roommates explained interesting stories of the sect and mentioned "Junior Sister Banxia" more than once. However, there are naturally some places where young people gather, which he has long been accustomed to.

Now that I have Qi Dingsha and Nangong Fei, the junior sister Banxia is indeed very beautiful, but after all, she is just a jasper-shaped woman in the small family. Ye Shuo doesn't care about it.

Although he also vaguely felt that the name was a bit familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, since he had no impression, he would not be a big deal.
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