Cultivating Immortals through Double Transmigration: The Horror World Becomes My Backyard

The brilliance of the heaven and earth converged, turning into streams of light that penetrated into Lu Ming's body.

The power on Lu Ming's body regained its original luster.

His skin, which was as dry as an old tree, quickly filled up.

His white hair began to turn black from the ends.

The gloom in Lu Ming's eyes dissipated, becoming clear and full of spirit.

The whole world finally restored him to his peak.

The space became foggy, and there was nothing around him, everything was empty.

"Did I pass or fail?"

Lu Ming was confused.

He looked inside himself, and the Bodhi Zen Heart that he had practiced for two hundred years disappeared. The righteousness in his chest that swept everything was pitifully weak.

Everything was an illusion, bursting like bubbles.

Lu Ming shook his head, and his mood did not fluctuate at all.

He had the experience of Bodhi Zen Heart, and it would be very easy to condense Bodhi Zen Heart again.

As for the righteousness of heaven and earth.

Lu Ming didn't care even more.

After sitting for two hundred years, Lu Ming looked down on everything.

He looked left and right, and walked forward.

The footsteps echoed throughout the space, and it seemed that he was the only one here.

Lu Ming walked for a long time.

The fog in front suddenly flowed and rushed towards Lu Ming.

The fog enveloped him and covered his five senses.

Lu Ming did not resist, but just waited quietly for the result.

He saw the fog dissipate little by little, and found that he was already in a grassland.

There was only one tree on the vast green grass, which looked very abrupt.

Under the tree sat an energetic old man.

Lu Ming walked up to the old man, bowed down and saluted.

""Greetings, senior."

The old man put down the book in his hand and looked at Lu Ming with a smile.

He patted the grass beside him and said to Lu Ming in a gentle tone:"Come, sit down."

Lu Ming was not shy and sat down next to the old man.

The other party tilted his head to look at Lu Ming, and Lu Ming was also looking at the old man.

"I see you practicing the magic sect's skills. No one outside told you that the academy does not accept magic practitioners?"

Faced with the old man's question, Lu Ming looked indifferent.

Before he took the test, he was still worried about his identity as a magic practitioner.

But fishing for two hundred years, he cultivated the Bodhi Zen heart.

He let go of everything.

Lu Ming smiled and looked up at the sky.

"I, the junior, would like to ask you a question: Why doesn’t the academy accept magic practitioners?"

"The demons are cruel and wanton, and everything they do is against the moral principles of heaven. If the academy teaches a demon and causes all living beings to suffer, it is the karma of the academy."

The old man said it very tactfully.

According to the demons that Lu Ming had seen, no matter how gentle they looked on the surface, they were actually people who would massacre people at will.

Even the Jindan elder who had brought Lu Ming into the Soul-Separating Sect had the blood of countless mortals on his hands.

Lu Ming agreed with the old man's point of view.

He did not refute, but slowly spoke

"I became a demon cultivator just to survive."

Lu Ming leaned against the tree, looking at the white clouds in the sky, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

"I am from Dayin. I became an orphan when I was five years old because of a demon disaster. The court did not take me in, and the immortal sects ignored me.

I wandered the streets and mingled with the Beggars' Gang.

I once competed with mad dogs for food and was severely beaten by shopkeepers.

I lived a life of having no food to eat all day.

I have seen too much despair and endured too much suffering.

I have redeemed myself again and again, thousands of times, and told myself to live.

I wandered for ten years. On the day I was fifteen, I endured hunger and came to the statue in the deserted temple to ask the Buddha. The Buddha said that he would save all living beings, so why are all living beings still suffering?

The Buddha statue is just a clay figurine and naturally cannot respond to me.

When I was about to starve to death, the Jindan elder of the Soul-Separation Sect appeared, gave me a bite to eat, and took me into the Soul-Separation Sect. Since that day, I have successfully survived."

There was no joy or sadness in Lu Ming's eyes.

He was talking about the childhood of his original body.

But as he inherited the memory, he naturally felt the same way.

The corners of Lu Ming's mouth slowly rose, revealing a happy smile

"The Soul-Separation Sect is good. I don't have to worry about food and drink. I can practice the skills. After I entered the Qi training stage, I can receive a salary of ten spirit stones every month.

Ten spirit stones can be exchanged for ten thousand taels of silver in the secular world.

But such easy days did not last long. After I entered the Qi training stage, I entered another hell.

Fellow disciples would kill each other every day, just for those ten spirit stones.

Therefore, before I reached the third level of Qi training, I did not use a single spirit stone, because they were all taken away.

As for the Demon Sect, if you want to keep the spirit stones in your hands, you have to work hard to improve your strength, so the skills of the Soul-Separation Four Veins became a shortcut.

I also thought about offering sacrifices to living beings to enhance my strength, but I didn't do that.

It's not because I pity all living beings that I don't do this. It was the elder who brought me into the Soul-Separation Sect who told me before he died that the karma brought by offering sacrifices to mortals will one day reflect on me.

The elder died in front of me with flames all over his body. He was burned into a mummy by the karma fire, and his soul was scattered.

I was afraid of death, so I practiced hard day and night.

This behavior makes me look stupid in the eyes of my fellow disciples, but it is my only way to save myself."

Lu Ming sighed, stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers, as if he wanted to touch the white clouds.

He looked at the old man, who just listened carefully and had no intention of speaking.

Lu Ming had no choice but to continue speaking.

"I don't think I'm a good person. I've killed people before. I've practiced for ten years, and many of my fellow disciples have died at my hands.

There was once a disciple of a Jindan elder who caused me to lose more than 40 spirit stones because of some trivial matters. At that time, I only had a salary of 10 spirit stones a month.

Because of the Jindan elder behind him, I held back and didn't do it. Later, I met him again at an auction. We became enemies again because of a practice method. He sent his senior brother who was at the seventh level of foundation building to kill me.

I had to do it, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here today.

Later, when the Qingzhou demon disaster occurred, I found an opportunity to kill the disciple of the Jindan elder, but I didn't expect that because of a fish that slipped through the net, the incident was exposed, and the Jindan elder issued a bounty order for me. There was no place for me in the huge Great Yin, so I had to come to Hetu. I happened to hear that the academy was recruiting students, so I just came to take a look with the mentality of giving it a try."

After Lu Ming finished speaking, he just felt very relaxed.

He had revealed so much just now because of his changed state of mind.

Bodhi Zen had a great influence on him.

Otherwise, he would have to argue with the old man about good and evil, right and wrong.

Lu Ming lowered his head and looked at his palm.

"The academy does not accept demon cultivators because they are evil. So, senior, in your opinion, have I been good or evil in my life?"

The old man stroked his beard and laughed.

"How can you tell good from evil? You kill to save yourself. Saving yourself is good, killing is evil. Do you say you are good or evil?"

The old man slowly closed the book in his hand and looked at Lu Ming seriously.

"The academy is not a Buddhist sect. It does not distinguish between good and evil. As long as you are not a treacherous or evil person, you can enter the academy to practice."

Listening to the old man's words, Lu Ming was slightly stunned.

"Senior, what you mean is that I passed the assessment?"

"I am not the person who is assessing the academy. The real assessor is your own heart. Obviously, you have passed the assessment of yourself."

The old man reached out and patted Lu Ming's shoulder, then rummaged through his sleeves and took out a piece of topaz.

The topaz was simple in shape, with mountains, rivers, lakes and seas engraved on the back.

The front was blank.

The old man picked up the pen, and the soft tip of the pen fell on the topaz, like a carving knife, directly carving out the word Lu Ming.

After writing Lu Ming's name, the old man placed the topaz on the former's legs.

"Take your own life card and go out. Practice well in the academy and try your best to survive."