The Path to Immortality

There was silence in the cave.

Liu Wuchen, who was once charming and graceful, is now skinny, with messy gray hair. His breathing is as weak as a candle in the autumn wind, and he is leaning feebly on the couch.

His eyes were closed tightly, and his expression seemed quite calm and serene, as if he was ready to face the inevitable end.

At first glance, he looks just like an old mortal, not like a monk who once had the chance to build a foundation.

In Fang Ping's perception, the energy and blood in Liu Wuchen's body had declined to the extreme, and his vitality was completely exhausted. He relied on the magic power of his past practice to hold his breath.

The power of time is so terrifying and ruthless.

After watching this scene for a while, Fang Ping sighed, stepped harder, and walked into the house.

Hearing the footsteps, Liu Wuchen reluctantly opened his eyes. After struggling to see the person clearly, his eyes lit up slightly.

It seemed that his delay at this moment was just waiting for Fang Ping's arrival.

With the blessing of magic power, Liu Wuchen squeezed out the remaining vitality, and it seemed as if he was returning to the light. A little rosy appeared on his face, and he sat up with his own strength.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you are here!"

Perhaps because he was about to die, this time, he did not insist on calling him senior.

Fang Ping sat down opposite him and sighed softly: "I received the news yesterday and wanted to come over to visit immediately. I just had something to do and needed to make some arrangements, so I was delayed for a day. Fortunately, I wasn't late."

"Fellow Daoist Fang can also spare some time for me to come here. Liu is already satisfied. He will not miss this day."

Liu Wuchen shook his head, Lao Huai was very relieved.

Nowadays, good and evil are fighting each other, and the world is in chaos. Many monks are in their prime, but they died directly in the Bingpo Mountain and Mingyun Immortal City. Although he, Liu Wuchen, failed to build the foundation, he could die peacefully on his bed, accompanied by his family and visited by old friends. What else could he complain about?

Seeing his expression, he had indeed completely let go of the grudges and inner demons left behind by the failure to build the foundation. Fang Ping felt a little less sad and felt happy for his old friend.

He put aside all the distracting thoughts, as if this trip was specifically for visiting friends, and chatted with Liu Wuchen about interesting things from the past.

It's a pity that Liu Wuchen's body and spirit couldn't support it after all.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the rosy glow on his face gradually disappeared and turned pale again.

Realizing that death was coming, Liu Wuchen was silent for a moment, and suddenly said to Fang Ping: "The deadline is approaching, and I have no regrets about being able to see fellow Taoist Fang again. However, there are only two small things that I can't let go of."

Are you going to be left alone like Mr. Wu?

Fang Ping looked solemn and said, "Fellow Daoist Liu, just say it."

Liu Wuchen took a few breaths, managed to regain a little strength, and said slowly: "After the failure of foundation building, I took in many wives and concubines, trying to spread the branches. Although I have several children, it is a pity that one with the spiritual root qualifications Nothing...until three years ago, my eldest son Liu Yongzhen gave birth to my first grandson Liu Jisheng."

Having said this, he raised his hand with difficulty to pick up the copper bell next to him and shook it slightly.

Liu Yongzhen, who had previously guided Fang Ping and was also waiting outside now, quickly walked in, holding a fat and white three-year-old child in his arms with a somewhat confused look on his face.

He was still too young and had no idea that his grandfather was about to die. He was still dancing and waving to Liu Wuchen with a smile, as if he wanted to hug him and lift him up.

Looking at this energetic look, Liu Wuchen was moved by the scene and couldn't help but think of his own childhood, with a somewhat kind look on his face: "This kind of me..."

After coming back to his senses, he continued to talk to Fang Ping: "Although Liu has been doing nothing for most of his life, the Liu family is also a small family and has never been successful. Fortunately, a few years before his death, he was able to gain a Qilin'er."

Qilin'er...

This evaluation is a bit too high.

Fang Ping was a little surprised and said, "Could it be that his spiritual roots are outstanding?"

Liu Wuchen nodded: "Although my grandson has three spiritual roots, his spiritual roots are in very good condition. Two of them are the rare spiritual roots of wind and thunder!"

Such qualifications are no worse than those of ordinary dual spiritual root monks.

If you put it in Luoyang Sect, it would start directly from the inner sect.

It's hard to say whether the golden elixir can be achieved, but as long as there are no major problems, foundation building is still a sure thing.

"It turns out to be the supernatural spiritual roots of the wind and thunder systems!"

Fang Ping was surprised, and his face couldn't help but be slightly moved.

Could it be that this is God’s will?

"Fellow Daoist Fang, this is..."

Noticing the strange look on Fang Ping's expression, Liu Wuchen was a little puzzled.

Fang Ping looked at the three-year-old child and said, "Fellow Daoist Liu, have you ever heard of Patriarch Tianfeng who dominated the Liang Kingdom hundreds of years ago?"

Although his memory was a little cloudy, after thinking hard for a while, Liu Wuchen still remembered the life of Patriarch Tianfeng.

Said: "Could it be the Jindan senior who is famous for his talismans and formations?"

Fang Ping nodded: "To be honest, Fang was lucky enough to have entered his inheritance place and received the personal skills given by the ancestor. And the skills of the ancestor Tianfeng happened to be suitable for Feng and Lei Yi. Spiritual root cultivation points directly to the perfect state of the golden elixir. It is called [Taisu Wind and Thunder Technique], and it comes with the magical power of [Taisu Yiqi Divine Thunder]!"

A technique that can be practiced to the perfection of the golden elixir, and comes with the magical power of thunder!

Even Liu Wuchen, who was about to die, couldn't help but be slightly moved when he heard this, and Liu Yongzhen next to him was even more shocked.

The entire Luoyang Sect only has one sect-suppressing Nascent Soul technique [the Great Luoyang Cave Xuan Jing].

In other words, within the Luoyang Sect, this Tai Su Feng Lei Kung Fu is only inferior to this Sect-Suppressing Kung Fu, and its quality is still higher than the Four Sunset Kung Fu.

Liu Yongzhen heard the meaning of Fang Ping's words clearly and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

It is difficult to find suitable techniques for wind, thunder and other supernatural spiritual roots. Now, with this technique that can lead to the perfection of the golden elixir, let alone the foundation-building realm, even the golden elixir realm... is not impossible!

He suppressed his surprise and said to Fang Ping: "Senior Fang means to use that technique..."

Fang Ping nodded slightly: "The instructions left by Patriarch Tianfeng are for future generations to help him find a monk who can pass on the technique. I have four spiritual roots and am partial to the fire element, so naturally I cannot practice this technique. Right now Liu Jisheng’s spiritual roots are perfect, and Fang can trust the Liu family’s character and family tradition, so he is indeed the best candidate.”

As soon as he finished speaking, before Liu Wuchen even said anything, Liu Yongzhen took the lead and pulled his confused son to kneel down together.

He couldn't wait to say: "Thank you Master for passing on the true method!"

Fang Ping took two steps away, shook his head and said: "I am just teaching the Dharma on behalf of the seniors, and I cannot be called a master. If you want to worship, you are also worshiping under the name of senior Tianfeng. If you make a difference in the future, you must not forget to revive Tianfeng. Pulse prestige."

After that, he made a magic trick and transformed in the air the appearance of the ancestor Tianfeng that he had seen in the inheritance place.

Seeing that he could not take advantage of the situation and let Fang Ping recognize this master, Liu Yongzhen felt a little regretful, but he had no choice but to pull Liu Jisheng, who had a little face and was still confused, to look at the portrait of Patriarch Tianfeng again. Appreciation ceremony.

After deciding on this title, Fang Ping took out the jade slip given by Patriarch Tianfeng and gave it to Liu Yongzhen.