Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

Feng Chang'an stands on the vast land, the open and flat land can't see the end at a glance, the ancient breath rises from this land, and falls heavily on Feng Chang'an's heart.

"Why do you ask for immortals?"

In the void, there was a Cang Sang inquiry.

Everyone's state of mind is different, and the illusion presented is also different, but the first sentence of the question is exactly the same.

One by one why do you ask for immortals?

This is the initial construction of the Dao Xin, also known as the initial heart.

The path of cultivating immortality is ever-changing. There are as many people seeking immortality as crucian carp crossing the river. However, only one in a hundred thousand actually embarks on the path of cultivating immortality.

This is because many people are affected by the surrounding environment in the process of practice, forgetting their original intentions, or being confused and helpless;

Almost every sect, when accepting disciples, will ask about their original intentions to judge how far they can go in the future and whether they can step into the ranks of cultivating immortals.

At the beginning of the book, 320 years ago, Feng Changan answered: I want to go home.

320 years later, standing on the endless flat land again, Feng Changan replied firmly and calmly, "I want to go home."

The belief of going home has been firmly rooted in his heart, and it has become the Taoist heart of cultivating immortals.

In the vast world, the vicissitudes of life sounded again: "If the goal of seeking immortality cannot be achieved, how should you deal with yourself?"

"There is no way to go, only to seek immortality!"

As soon as the words fell, the world changed suddenly, the wind and sand rolled up, whimpering, and the scene in front of him changed again.

There are idle clouds and lone cranes, towering temples, and an ancient clock sandwiched between the mountain walls on both sides. Looking from a distance, the ancient clock cuts off the mountain stream and is stuck in the sky above the canyon.

"The time of a stick of incense strikes the ancient clock."

After the vicissitudes of life finished speaking, a stick of incense followed, stuck right in front of him, and the cigarette curled up.

Although a long time has passed, Feng Chang'an clearly remembered that after Dao Xin asked, it was a mountain climbing with no time limit.

Back then, he was just an ordinary person. He climbed for seven full days, worn out his palms and worn out the soles of his shoes.

But this time, the degree of difficulty has increased significantly. Is this because his mental state is much stronger?

Feng Chang'an lowered his eyes to think for a moment, then walked quickly to the ancient clock.

The ancient clock hangs in the air, sandwiched over the canyon, blocking the sun. There should be a source of water on the top of the mountain.

Feng Chang'an turned around, but found no steps or mountain paths, not even trees.

It seems that if you want to ring the ancient bell, you have to climb above the canyon.

Feng Changan took a good look, calculated the time, took a few steps back quickly, ran up and jumped high, and reached out to grab the protruding stone wall water chestnut.

The rock wall is steep, with few borrowing points and currents, it is extremely strenuous to climb.

Seeing that his hands were still bleeding, 081 said worriedly, "If you can't do it, don't force it."

"Yeah. I know."

After Feng Changan stabilized his figure, he pushed his right arm hard, climbed up the wall with his feet, and climbed up the branches protruding above his head.

The branches and branches were overwhelmed and made a fragile clicking sound.

In the flash of Flint, Feng Chang'an borrowed his strength again and jumped to the next foothold, just in time to escape.

When the incense burnt to [-]/[-], Feng Changan finally climbed to the peak.

The mountain wind howled at the top of the peak, Feng Changan walked to the edge of the cliff against the cold wind, and found that the ancient clock was too far away, not to mention ringing it, even with a three-meter-long stick.

Looking around, Feng Changan heard the sound of roaring water coming from his ears, and asked in his heart: "081, can you help me see if the top of the mountain is storing water?"

081 looked at it in response, and said, "Store water! However, if you want to use water to ring an ancient bell, it may not be realistic. You see, the water becomes smaller when it reaches here."

The water from the mountain stream flows to the edge of the cliff, disperses into small branches, and flows along the ancient clock to the bottom of the cliff. Although it is inexhaustible, it is not strong enough to ring the ancient bell.

"Of course I know."

081: "Then what are you going to do?"

Climb along the stream to the place where the water roars. When you reach the end of the stream, you will see a waterfall flying straight down, and a pool is formed below it.

Feng Changan observed around the pool, broke a wooden stick as thick as his wrist and stuck it into the weak spot of the rock, tried to pry the rock, and he was able to pry it as he wished.

The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in the ant nest.

Prying away a few stones at short intervals, until the rocks around the pool stopped shaking, Feng Changan immediately stepped back dozens of steps.

With a loud noise, several streams of clear and clear water burst out, and the water violently broke the embankment, merged into the stream, and hit the ancient clock!

"clang one by one"

The ancient bell rang, and the sound of the drum was long and deep, and it lasted for a long time, resounding through the sky!

The clear water splashed in all directions, splashed from the top of the ancient clock into the air, and fell densely, moistening the incense that had just been burned.

The voice of the vicissitudes of life broke through the clouds at this time:

"The Buddha said that there are all kinds of states in the world, and that all living beings are suffering. What is the explanation?"

The clear water splashed on his face, Feng Changan closed his eyes and calmed down.

The mountain wind whistles, the water roars, the bells and drums are far away, and in an instant, the world is so small that you can touch it with your hands.

Feng Chang'an suddenly opened his eyes: "The strong will cross the sky by themselves, and the saints will cross people by themselves."

"Boom!" With a sound, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, a big hole was opened in the southeast corner of the sky, and a black phosphorous hydra flew towards it!

Feng Chang'an was forcibly held in place, and the ferocious hydra rushed towards him with its bloody mouth wide open.

Hydra came suddenly, passed through him, and disappeared.

A ray of golden light appeared in the sky, covering the sky like a feather fan, extremely bright.

The voice of vicissitudes said: "Feng Chang'an, now fourteen, has dual spiritual roots of water and wood, top-notch aptitude, top-notch mind, top-notch comprehension, and passed the examination of Wenxinmen."