Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

"Daddy, Xue'er is so cold, give me a hug!"

Ji Lingyu frowned, opened his eyes, and looked up at the girl in white who was huddled up, trembling all over, and mumbling in her sleep.

This woman is now a middle-stage Jindan cultivator, but her talent is extraordinary, so she is not very old. Can she really not be able to withstand the severe cold like this?

"Hmph! Just pretending to be cold, even if you lose all your spiritual power, what can your physical body in the middle stage of the Golden Core do to you?"

Thinking of this, the man in white robe crossed his legs and fell into meditation again, closed his eyes slightly, and meditated, no longer paying attention to the girl in white clothes next to him who murmured in her sleep from time to time.

When the sky was dim, Ning Xueer stood up in surprise, looked up and around in a panic, and saw that she was still fine in the carriage.

The camel carriage continued to move forward unhurriedly, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She looked at the man in white robe again, and saw that he didn't seem to move at all, and she couldn't help curling her lips.

But she didn't say anything. With a change of her flawless white hands, she folded a white gauze quilt and spread it on the couch. Her tall and thin figure slipped into the white gauze quilt and covered her head. It also became quiet and there was no other movement.

When it was daylight, Ji Lingyu used the Taiyi Hidden Spirit Technique, and his hidden cultivation reached the level of a mortal. However, his spiritual consciousness explored the surrounding area for dozens of miles. When he saw that there was nothing abnormal, he got out of the carriage and headed forward.

Xuan Hui seemed to notice something and opened the car window screen, revealing the kind face of the old man with white eyebrows.

"What's the matter, Master Jia? It's so urgent, and it's just dawn."

Ji Lingyu quickly walked forward to keep up with the pace of the carriage. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Why is this secret technique of joyful Zen not in Chinese characters? As for the pair of cultivation patterns at the back, here it is..."

Xuan Hui waved her hands and said: "I don't ask for a deep explanation of this secret technique. It needs to be understood by the benefactor himself. And the Sanskrit of the Maurya Dynasty in the far west also needs to be understood by the benefactor himself, and I can't explain it."

Ji Lingyu frowned, but then said: "The girl in white, can the master make it convenient for her? He asked her to ride in a carriage by herself. Jia and the master squeezed together to avoid the inconvenience of men and women riding together. I can also listen to the master. Dharma.”

Xuan Hui shook her head and said: "Donor Jia is not a member of the Buddhist sect, and Buddhist teachings are of no use to demonic techniques. This girl in white has a deep connection with the benefactor. How can we remain indifferent despite her being so injured?"

Seeing that Ji Lingyu was still frowning, Xuan Hui couldn't help but smile and said: "Donor Jia, now that you have the ability to save people, why not form a good relationship with him? I wonder if this secret technique of joyful meditation will fall on this woman..."

When Ji Lingyu heard this, he shook his head.

"Master, who do you think Mr. Jia is? How can you ask for such skills from a strange woman whom you met by chance? What's more, it is suspected of taking advantage of someone's danger and asking for retribution."

Hearing this, Xuan Hui frowned and said with a solemn expression: "It is true that I did not consider it carefully this time. Don't blame me, Master Jia. However, this woman is destined to be a fellow Taoist. Otherwise, how could we meet like this in this vast desert."

When Xuan Hui said this, she said with a solemn expression: "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Donor Jia should think about this matter properly. Such cause and effect cannot be avoided by the benefactor. If you violate your original intention, you will definitely suffer backlash in the future. If you don't let nature take its course, that's the way to be a monk."

Ji Lingyu looked hesitant and hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Seeing the man in white robe turning around and leaving, Xuan Hui shook her head. With a wave of his hand, Huikong stopped the camel-drawn carriage.

"Donor Jia, why bother yourself? You need to know that the more you suppress your original heart and the more your original heart resists yourself, the stronger your inner demons will become. This is just asking for trouble."

Ji Lingyu paused when he heard this and turned around suddenly.

"The master said that someone has also thought about it, but it is really too heavy, so I want to escape. Maybe I became an ascetic monk at the beginning, and now I don't have so many worries."

Xuan Hui smiled and shook her head: "Do you know what is going on in the world of mortals?"

Ji Lingyu's expression froze and he said, "Is this the mortal calamity that every Nascent Soul monk has to go through?"

Xuan Hui nodded and said: "Exactly, if you don't experience this calamity, how can you transform into a mortal? Then there will be no chance to transform into a god. There is no way to escape. The original mind is the original mind."

Ji Lingyu shook his head and said: "That's too far away. It's not too late to talk about it in the future."

Xuan Hui chuckled.

"Donor Jia knows that the first thing to do in the world of mortals is to settle the cause and effect. If it is an irreversible regret, how to reconcile with the original heart? If the original heart is not perfect, it will last forever in the world of mortals."

After a pause, Xuan Hui continued: "Donor Jia, are you willing to just be a Nascent Soul monk? Most monks are short-sighted, have no aspirations for the Dao, and just drift with the crowd. In this way, even if they become a Nascent Soul monk with amazing talents, they will regret it." If you can't catch it, your life will end here. This is also the reason why the cultivators of the God Transformation are illusory, little known, and extremely rare..."

Ji Lingyu's eyes lit up, but he asked again: "What kind of cultivation is the master now, and why does he know such secret things?"

Xuan Hui smiled, shook his head slightly and said: "Donor Jia, there is no need to investigate Lao Monk's origins and cultivation. This Buddhist monk is different from the Taoist and Demonic sects. Although they all achieve the same realm breakthrough, the methods are completely different."

"Go ahead. It will take several years before we reach Liangzhou. Donor Jia doesn't have to rush. You need to think carefully."

Ji Lingyu finally said: "How can we not get involved in cause and effect?"

Xuan Hui frowned, shook her head after a while and sighed: "This is also what I don't understand. Blindly escaping and ignoring worldly affairs will not work. If the state of mind is not enough, it will be difficult to walk towards the great road."

"This is how it is when you think about the road to becoming a god. Only by experiencing cause and effect and settling cause and effect can you achieve the Tao. The Red Dust Experience is also called the first disaster for Yuanying monks because it has troubled many great monks. .”

Ji Lingyu clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Thank you, Master, for clarifying my doubts. I am deeply grateful."

Xuan Hui smiled slightly.

"Go!"

Ji Lingyu returned to the car behind with a dazed look on his face. He saw Ning Xueer closing the window screen and looking at him in surprise, but didn't bother to pay attention.

Sitting cross-legged on the couch, his eyes were slightly closed, but he couldn't get into concentration for a long time. He couldn't help but open his sharp eyes again and looked forward, with a complicated look on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, the camel-drawn carriage slowly moved forward again.

Ning Xueer had also heard the white-robed man talking to the white-browed monk before, but now she saw this man being so indifferent.

He rolled his eyes and asked softly, "Fellow Taoist Jia, can you really help the little girl heal her injuries? To be honest with you, in addition to the ban on the golden elixir in the Dantian, the little girl was also injured by the soul and soul of our nightmare secret technique."

Ji Lingyu suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the girl in white in front of him, his eyes extremely complicated.