Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

He knew that the longer he persisted, the greater the benefit he would get.

If you want to live forever and achieve a golden body, it is not enough to rely on the energy alone.

No matter how deep the energy is, it can only delay aging and postpone the time of death. At most, you can live three to five hundred years longer than others.

In normal times, he often pondered how to achieve a golden body and truly be immortal.

According to the medicine of the previous life, it means that you need to stop aging, and your telomeres should no longer shorten or even lengthen.

Aging is the real culprit of death. It is a mechanism formed by the human species over hundreds of millions of years. After having children, aging will accelerate, as if you have completed the task of reproducing the species and can die.

But after studying many martial arts, Buddhist scriptures and various classics, he had a new understanding.

This kind of research in the previous life only involved the body, not the spirit.

It regards the spirit as an integral part of the body, and the spirit is generated by the body and naturally derived from the cerebral cortex.

But as his cultivation improved, he felt more and more that it was not completely correct. The so-called innate yang was actually born before the body.

This innate yang is the seed, and the spirit is formed by the seed sprouting, blooming and bearing fruit.

The innate yang is the root of the spirit. Without this seed, there is no spirit. Even if there is a strong body, it is just a vegetable.

This yang is vitality, the endless power, and the root of making the body strong and the spirit strong.

However, this yang is not involved in martial arts practice, even the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra cannot cultivate this.

At this time, when the purple lightning appeared, his spiritual light flashed, and he faintly felt the existence of this innate yang, which was in this purple lightning.

This is a great opportunity, a great opportunity that must not be missed.

He felt that the longer he persisted, the more innate yang he would absorb, and the greater the benefits he would get.

This involves immortality and the years of living. How can he tolerate himself fainting and giving up.

The purple lightning became more and more dense.

It was like hundreds of purple chains entangled a ball of golden light, which was surging and changing constantly, from pure yellow to a little purple, and then a little purple.

Finally, it became purple-gold.

When the purple-gold color was formed, the purple lightning suddenly entered the purple light, and all the purple lightning in the dark clouds disappeared, as if they had all entered his body.

He slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were as gentle as water, and there was no purple lightning bursting as imagined, but there were subtle changes in his eyes.

The white of his eyes was whiter than usual, without a trace of mixed colors, extremely pure.

The pupils became darker, pure black, as if to absorb all the light. Occasionally, a ray of purple lightning flashed by, which was surprisingly fast and difficult to detect.

He stepped on the void, as if walking on flat ground, and the surging dark clouds around him spun around him, as if cheering for him.

His expression gradually changed, from calm to ecstasy, feeling the earth-shaking changes in his body.

Not only was his body strong beyond imagination, but more importantly, his spirit was as high as a dragon, overlooking the world.

He seemed to have turned into a sun, and it seemed that the whole world had completely merged with him. He was the world, and the world was him. There was no barrier.

What he saw with his eyes was no longer a simple image. There were many things he could not see normally. He could see the breath of the void, all kinds of breaths surging, flowing up and down, crisscrossing.

Close your eyes and open your mind.

Everything he saw became more clear and brilliant. The colorful world seemed to be whispering to him and talking to him.

All kinds of sounds seemed to come from his ears, some low and some high. His hearing was not only more acute, but he could also hear many inaudible spectrums.

If he was not strong in spirit and vigorous like a dragon, these thousands of sounds pouring into his ears at the same time would have overwhelmed him.

He also found that his ears and eyes seemed to be one, seeing and hearing were one, seeing was hearing, and hearing was seeing.

Concentrating his mind and experiencing it again, he found that his sense of smell was also involved.

Thousands of smells that he had never smelled before entered his nose. When he closed his eyes, he could see the sources of these smells and hear the sounds of these sources of smells.

The senses were indistinguishable from each other, and at the same time, they were magnified and strengthened by countless times. The current self was like a different person from the previous self.

Is this the eighth level of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art?

Is this the Return to Origin Realm?

He flicked his sleeves lightly, and the dark clouds dissipated immediately.

He had a strange feeling that he was the commander of these thousands of meters high dark clouds, and they were the soldiers under his command, moving according to his will.

He couldn't help but try it, and it was obviously controlled by his will.

He thought about it and flicked his sleeves again.

The dark clouds that were dispersing stopped abruptly and stopped moving.

Fakong was thoughtful.

He didn't expect that he could control these dark clouds so easily, so freely, and without any effort.

There was a trace of power in the dark, and he had mastered this power, so he could control these dark clouds.

If so, would it be easier for him to cast the Cloud and Rain Spell again?

He was full of imagination and longing.

Finally, he flicked his sleeves again, and the dark clouds quickly dissipated.

He floated down, and even without using Qinggong, he could let the invisible force support him, it was the invisible breath.

He could see all kinds of air around him, and he could also control these air.

As he descended, he gradually understood his own abilities.

It is able to control all kinds of vitality.

Therefore, he can control the dark clouds and the breath in the void to lift himself up and return to the realm of Yuan Qi.

He disappeared the next moment and appeared on the bell tower in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, his eyes falling on Daqian's forbidden palace.

In the Humble Administrator's Hall, Chu Xiong was reviewing the memorial.

His face was livid and angry.

Jiao Quan, who was waiting next to him, was very careful and did not dare to show his dignity. He stood by the pillar and stood ready to obey orders at any time.

"waste!"

"waste!"

"It's all rubbish!"

While Chu Xiong was reviewing, his ink pen was like a dragon and a snake, and he was cursing and writing with an ugly face.

Jiao Quan didn't dare to answer.

This is the emperor's habit of reviewing memorials. He always has to curse people, and it is uncomfortable not to curse people. In the emperor's mouth, none of his ministers are useless.

Even though something is obviously very simple, we have to go around in a big circle and say it in a vague and ambiguous way. In the final analysis, we still want to evade responsibility.

This is something the emperor knows very well.

If things are explained clearly and clearly, once things change and have twists and turns, the responsibility will fall on him.

It was this kind of self-sacrificing attitude that annoyed the emperor the most. They all protected themselves and did not want to take any responsibility.

These ministers really went too far and spent all their intelligence on this, as if the emperor was the kind of ruthless person.

However, the emperor's treatment of officials was indeed not generous, and it was inevitable that his ministers would be walking on thin ice.

It can only be said that it is not easy. The emperor worked hard and the ministers were cautious, especially as a chamberlain.

His mind was racing, his eyes were lowered, but his ears were perked up, ready to react immediately if there was any movement.

Once you are slow to react and don't follow the emperor's thoughts, you will inevitably be reprimanded.

"asshole!"

"Son of a bitch!"

"A black-hearted guy with maggots!"

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Chu Xiong scolded and marked at the same time, very fast.

Benefiting from his strong cultivation, he is energetic and quick in thinking, and can review memorials very quickly.

It only takes two hours a day to review all the memorials, one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon, and the rest of the time is spent practicing.

Outside these two hours, Chu Xiong is a gentle emperor, but within these two hours, Chu Xiong is a violent lion who can eat people at any time.

"Bang!" Chu Xiong slammed the memorial in his hand onto the dragon table, gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Huchen!"

Jiao is completely motionless.

Chu Xiong gritted his teeth: "King! Tiger! Minister!"

Jiao Quan still thinks that he is deaf or blind.

Chu Xiong sneered: "What a Wang Huchen!"

He turned to glare at Jiao Quan.

Jiao Quan said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, the tea is getting cold."

Chu Xiong sneered and glanced sideways at him.

Jiao Quan stepped forward to pick up the tea and bowed his head respectfully to offer it.

Chu Xiong took it and took a sip. His face was gloomy and he sneered: "What does Wang Huchen think he is? He thinks he is the emperor?"

"Master Wang really doesn't know what to do," Jiao Quan said.

Chu Xiong glared at him.

Jiao Quandao: "But I believe Lord Wang has no selfish motives. He has a pure nature and an upright temperament. He can be said to be a lonely minister in the court."

Chu Xiong said: "He said he wanted me to hire Fakong as the national advisor."

Jiao Quan was startled and quickly closed his mouth.

Chu Xiong sneered: "Did he get some benefits from taking Fakong?"

Jiao Quan closed his mouth and said nothing.

"Go check it out." Chu Xiong hummed.

Jiao Quan coughed lightly.

Chu Xiong said angrily: "If you fart, just let it go!"

Jiao Quan whispered: "Wei Chen heard that Mr. Wang's grandson had an emergency a while ago and almost died. He went to ask for divine water and was saved."

"Hmph, no wonder!" Chu Xiong sneered.

He shook his head: "Fakong's divine water not only bought those imperial orders, but now all the ministers have also bought them!"

Jiao Quan wanted to say that because of Wang Huchen's temperament, let alone saving his grandson, even if he saved himself, he would never be partial because of it.

Regarding court affairs, Wang Huchen has always been public-spirited and will never show favoritism.

But he didn't say this.

People's hearts are fickle. Who knows the difference between the Wang Huchen of the past and the Wang Huchen of the future or even the current Wang Huchen.

What if he showed favoritism this time?

Then speaking for him yourself is asking for trouble.

Chu Xiong asked: "Do you think his words were selfish or public?"

Jiao Quan shook his head: "I don't know."

"Then what do you think of his proposal?" Chu Xiong asked: "He said that Dayong has a national master, why can't we have one in Dayong?"

Jiao Quan suddenly looked troubled: "Your Majesty, how can I understand this? It all depends on the Emperor's arbitrary decision."

"Huh, slick!" Chu Xiong sneered.

Jiao Quan smiled and backed away.

Chu Xiong stood up and paced in front of the dragon case with his hands behind his hands, his face solemn.

Jiao Quan stood still next to the pillar, becoming motionless like a statue again.

Fa Kong withdrew his gaze, thoughtfully.

The aura above Chu Xiong's head was like a pillar. The pillar was one meter in diameter and ten meters high. It began to disperse when it went up ten meters.

It is like a pipe leading to the sea. The pipe is used to draw water, and it continuously absorbs the vitality of the void.

Fakong looked up at the top of his head.

But there was nothing above his head.