Chapter 112 Humans and monsters have different ways to become Taoist friends
The water mist dispersed and the damp wind brought coolness.
Yang Zhaoxi was astonished at this moment, no less than when she learned that Liu Xiaomu was a demon, and her face was filled with astonishment: "The demon clan also has a 'Chosen One'?"
Liu Xiaomu's words were interrupted and she frowned: "Do you understand what 'ordering the young and old' means? Don't interrupt when my aunt is talking. If you have any questions, talk to you later!" She straightened her thoughts and said, "I was just talking to you.
I have said that both humans and demons practice Taoism, but there are only a few people who can escape from the world of mortals and reach immortality in one step."
Yang Chaoxi hesitated to speak, and could only make a curious expression of "Why is this?"
Liu Xiaomu saw this in his eyes and burst out laughing: "There is an old legend that the number of immortals in the heavenly realm is limited. If ascetics in the earthly realm attain the great path, they can overcome tribulations and ascend to heaven. Wouldn't the heavenly realm be full of immortals?"
Are you worried about "superfluous gods"? If we can't tighten the opening of the lower realm to ascend, the extra "redundant gods" will definitely cause trouble and cause unrest in the three realms..."
After all, Yang Chaoxi is a young man at heart. Hearing this, he still couldn't restrain his curiosity and interjected: "According to what my aunt said, the immortal world also has the worry of 'redundant staff'? It's just like the imperial examinations that took me more than a hundred years in the prosperous dynasty, and Li Linfu said,
They are called 'no wise men in the wild'. This is the fact that officials are redundant. However, it also blocks the advancement path for many scholars who care about the country."
Liu Xiaomu glanced at him rather unhappily: "It's almost like this. According to old legends, the Immortal Class has 'Three Pure Ones, Six Imperial Guards, Five Directions and Five Elders, Three Officials and Four Kings, and the Immortals in the Middle Palace'. Your human race has
Tao Hongjing wrote a volume called "The Map of True Spirit Position and Industry", which sorted out the rankings of the Immortal Classes.
There are quite a few of these gods and demons. Therefore, a selection method has been established: every few years, the heaven will sow some 'opportunities', supplemented by the visions of heaven and earth. Those who get the 'opportunities' of the heaven in the earthly world will be
'The Chosen Son'. Only the 'Chosen Son' who diligently practices Taoism can withstand the punishment of heaven and become an immortal..."
Yang Zhaoxi sneered: "Aunt Xiaomu, are you just making this up casually? I listened for a long time, and the truth behind it is unbelievable. If only the 'Chosen Son' can become an immortal or a god, then how can those who practice Taoism still do it?
There are more than hundreds of millions of demons who practice Taoism! Since you know that the end is nothing more than death and destruction, and you cannot become an immortal or a god, why continue to practice Taoism? It’s better to be happy as you do as you please!”
Yang Zhaoxi interrupted several times, but Liu Xiaomu was too lazy to argue: "This is a way of saying that you don't want to make progress. Of course, the purpose of cultivating Taoism is to become an immortal and a god. But even if you can't do it, the weak and the strong in the mortal world, if your Taoism is superior to others, life and death will be the same.
When fighting, you will have an extra chance of surviving.
Besides, success depends on heaven, and planning depends on oneself! Who among the demon clan and the human clan doesn’t want their bloodline to continue forever? And once the clan spreads, maybe some of the younger generations in a certain generation will get the ‘opportunity’ to become a ‘celestial being’.
The chosen son'. Just for this possibility alone, it is worth all the souls in this world to pursue diligently along the way of cultivating the Tao!"
Yang Zhaoxi spoke in a lazy tone: "According to what my aunt said, since you and I have become the 'Chosen Sons', we have half-stepped into the heaven. Why do we need to work hard, work our muscles and bones, refine our body and skin, and purify our desires?"
Do you devote yourself to academics and Taoism? Since you have the opportunity first, becoming an immortal is not just a matter of going with the flow!"
Liu Xiaomu suppressed the urge in her heart to beat him up, and said patiently: "This is another idea of muddling through. The so-called God rewards hard work, since you have been given 'opportunities', you need to keep improving! You humans also say, 'Only those who have fought hard can survive.
"There is no wealth and honor waiting for you through your career." If you are not willing to work hard in cultivating the Tao, not to mention being 'the chosen one', even if the gods are demoted to earth, you will never be able to ascend to heaven again."
Yang Zhaoxi's eyes hesitated: "Aunt Xiaomu, since the demon clan also has a 'Chosen Son', why... do you want to look for the human clan's 'Chosen Son'? Don't you want to wait for me... to get fat before killing me?"
Drop it..." Yang Zhaoxi said this, startling herself.
Liu Xiaomu suddenly showed an evil smile: "This method... I can give it a try, what if it can increase my Taoism?" After speaking, he licked his lips, revealing his thick teeth.
Yang Zhaoxi was horrified and backed away. His foot fell into the air and he fell into the pool again! He drank a few mouthfuls of cold water and slowly floated up.
Seeing Liu Xiaomu leaning forward and back with a giggle, he realized that he had been fooled again - if eating the "Chosen Sons" can increase his Taoism, then how many "Chosen Sons" can survive and become Taoists?
Cultivation of Dharma to the state of transformation?
No matter how many "Chosen Sons" are born, they can't resist the appetites of all the beings in the world.
Yang Zhaoxi climbed onto the granite wetly again and spat out a few mouthfuls of water: "Aunt Xiaomu, if you want to eat, you can open your mouth now. Xiaodao washed himself again to make sure it is clean inside and out."
Liu Xiaomu gradually stopped smiling: "Giggle... Are you human race's 'Chosen Ones' so timid?"
Yang Zhaoxi's attitude was sincere: "I don't know about others, but I am very timid. Not only am I afraid of pain, but I am also afraid of death. Before I trouble my aunt, please give me a good time..."
Liu Xiaomu suddenly stretched out his hand, gave him a violent blow on the head, and chuckled: "How can there be such a simple and crude way to cultivate Taoism and become an immortal? Then wouldn't it be wrong for our demon clan to eat all the 'Chosen Sons' of the human race that we find?
Can everyone attain enlightenment?"
Yang Zhaoxi also smiled and said: "Aunt Xiaomu, so you have seen other human races' 'Chosen Sons'?"
Liu Xiaomu sighed: "Of course I have seen it, and there are more than one. But although you human race have innate advantages in cultivating Taoism, you can't resist the temptation of desire! Most of the 'Chosen Ones' I have met are in the stage of 'qi training'.
Broken... If the innate essence is broken, you will either marry a wife and take concubines, or you will marry as a wife. Once the innate essence is broken, it will be difficult to make any achievements in the path of cultivation."
Yang Zhaoxi didn't seem to understand, and he roughly guessed what the "innate essence" she meant. Instead, he deliberately pretended to be stupid and said: "Aunt Xiaomu, what is the 'innate essence'? Why is the 'innate essence' broken?
', is it difficult to make achievements in cultivating Taoism?"
Liu Xiaomu spat, with a slightly red face: "'Jing' is a mortal body that interacts with innate Qi to form 'innate essence'. Where did you...think about it?"
The 'Innate Jing Yuan' is born at the time of conception and is divided into male and female genders. If it is male, it is the 'Innate Yang Yuan', and if it is female, it is the 'Innate Yin Yuan'.
This 'innate essence' may be indispensable to ordinary people, but it is extremely precious to ascetics! This is also the reason why many ascetics strictly observe the 'lust' precept and refuse to get married."
Yang Zhaoxi was still puzzled: "Then what exactly is the 'Innate Essence' used for? I have been practicing Taoism for so long, but I have never felt it before?"
The embarrassment in Liu Xiaomu's heart eased slightly: "According to old legends, in the 'transformation' stage, the 'innate essence' is used to nourish the mortal body and gradually shed the form of an animal. In the 'refining' stage, the 'innate essence' is used as a
'Elixir Mother' is easy to smelt into elixir.
At the stage of 'qi training', the 'innate qi' and 'acquired qi' are combined into one and poured into the elixir. At this time, the elixir must be continuously nourished by the 'innate essence' before it can be transformed into a holy fetus.
At the stage of 'training the spirit', the 'innate essence' will continue to nourish the holy fetus and the mortal fetus. Until the sacred fetus grows into the 'primordial spirit', and the 'primordial spirit' can leave the mortal fetus, the 'innate essence' will
It will be dissolved and it will no longer bind you to practice."
Yang Zhaoxi heard it clearly this time, but her face became more and more distressed: "In this way, even if you are the 'chosen son', if you don't cultivate to the point where the 'spiritual soul leaves the body', the 'innate essence' cannot be taken lightly...
...In other words, the matter between men and women has nothing to do with Taoists..."
Liu Xiaomu spat at him again: "You human race's 'Chosen Sons' are indeed of average virtue! From Ji Kang, Tao Hongjing... to Li Chunfeng, Ye Fashan, all of them are obsessed with love, and their lust makes them stupid! Things between men and women...
But how can the mutual enjoyment of stupid things be compared with the realization of the great truth!"
Yang Zhaoxi didn't know why she suddenly burst out with so much resentment, but she asked curiously: "Aunt Xiaomu, who is the 'old man' you are talking about...? How can he pass down so much ambiguity?
Are you looking for unsubstantiated rumors again?"
Liu Xiaomu's face was full of anger, and he suddenly became violent. He swung the wooden hook that he had just hooked into the fish, and hit Yang Zhaoxi. He scolded: "I spent a long time talking, but you came here to make me angry! Just swallow it in one gulp.
You, finding another 'Chosen One' will just take a little more effort..."
Yang Zhaoxi couldn't dodge. He was hit several times on his head and shoulders, which hurt him to the bone. As he ran away, he yelled: "Demon girl... Although your Taoism is profound, you are so moody... you are not very lovable."
Monster... I, Yang Chaoxi, feel unlucky when I fall into your hands... I only curse that the 'chosen son' you find will also be obsessed with beauty, so that you will not be able to fulfill your wish..."
Liu Xiaomu kept moving, and laughed angrily: "Are you very curious? I won't eat you! I will watch you lose Guan Lin'er, and then lose every woman you fall in love with in the future, in order to relieve the hatred in my heart!
Hahaha!"
Yang Zhaoxi suddenly stopped. The wooden hook hit his body hard, but he didn't feel any pain. He smiled miserably and murmured: "Sister Lin'er... Even though I can't forget it, it's impossible... I'll do this again from now on."
It's so painful, but I don't want to suffer it anymore... You are finally satisfied..."
As he spoke, he burst into tears.
Liu Xiaomu knew that he was in a hurry and spoke unscrupulously, hitting his sore spot. Feeling guilty in his heart, his hands stopped: "I didn't mean to mention her. I came to you, naturally, because of God
The reason for the 'Chosen Son'...Although the Monster Clan also has 'Chosen Son', most of them are debauched, cruel, surly and arrogant, and lack the ability to plan.
On the one hand, I am curious, and on the other hand, I am a little unconvinced. I just want to see how the human race's "Chosen Son" is better than the demon race! By the way, I can learn the human race's cultivation methods that are useful...
...Hundreds of years have passed, and the human race has learned a lot of cultivation methods, but they are just acquaintances of the 'Chosen Sons'... Haha! But none of them can finally achieve enlightenment, and either die suddenly or end their lives..."
Yang Zhaoxi turned around: "What do you want, what does it have to do with me? Whether I live or die today, it's up to you! Rather than being humiliated by you all the time, it's better to give up my humble life and just do it..."
Liu Xiaomu stared at Yang Chaoxi for a long time with his eyes wide. It wasn't until he finished venting his resentment that he smiled like a flower and said, "What if what I want to do has something to do with you?"
The pain in Yang Chaoxi's chest subsided a little, and she felt slightly embarrassed when she was stared at and asked by this witch again: "Then...what do you want to do?"
Liu Xiaomu suddenly turned his back, as if these words were not meant for him to listen to: "I... hope to form a Taoist relationship with you... become a Taoist friend. In the future, we can learn from each other's strengths and complement each other's weaknesses, and prove the Taoism. It may not take a hundred years to prove it.
Get the road!"
Yang Chaoxi pondered for a moment, and the brilliance reappeared in his eyes: "We will become Taoist friends... then it is a deal! From now on, you are not allowed to eat me when you are hungry, and your relatives and close friends around me are not allowed to eat...
…”
Liu Xiaomu saw that he started to rub his nose and face again, his face darkened, and he waved the wooden hook in his hand again: "I won't swallow it if you don't want to, I promise you! But you call yourself a man, but you have such a mother-in-law mouth, I am the most
Disgusting! You can avoid the death penalty, but you cannot escape the punishment of living... Don't run away! Ask me to give you a good beating..."
Yang Zhaoxi dodged left and right, in great embarrassment, and Liu Xiaomu swung his wooden hook with great interest, and the two started chasing each other by the pool again.
"Tsk, pull!" a sound suddenly sounded, and Yang Chaoxi suddenly felt that it was empty below! The cold wind in the mountain passed through his legs, and a chilly and embarrassing feeling instantly enveloped his whole body...
It turned out that the enchantress's inadvertent hook actually tore off both of his lower garments, both long and short! If it weren't for the tattered Taoist robes that could be used to cover it up, the situation at this time would really be a bit dissolute...
Liu Xiaomu stopped and looked at the tattered clothes hanging on the wooden hooks. His blood surged and he even missed his breath for half a beat.
Then he looked up at Yang Chaoxi, who was still running away, and the pale skin that was vaguely visible in the hole-riddled Taoist robe. He couldn't help but blush on his cheeks: "Stinky Taoist! Light, thin, shameless -!"