Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 340 The Path to Immortality: Different Paths for Each Person

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhuangyuan's pupils contracted.

The old beggar's insight startled him.

It even felt like the first time "He"'s rule-based Dharma body had spied on you after you were promoted to a Great Venerable.

He hadn't expected that after so many years, the senior who seemed so mysterious and unpredictable when they first met would still appear just as mysterious and unpredictable to him, even with his cultivation at the Great Venerable Realm.

Nodding slightly, Scholar Wu replied softly:

"Your insight is truly remarkable!"

After saying that, a shadow fell over his mind.

Even if one cultivates Shinto to such a high level, is it still impossible to escape "He"?

Can I really help Qinghe become an immortal?
After realizing the old beggar's true identity, he wasn't worried that the old beggar would covet his plans.

Not to mention that the old beggar made him realize "His" existence in advance and was kind enough to help him build the path.

Judging from the other person's level of understanding, their path can only be used as a reference at most. Once you reach their level, everyone's path is different.

Since the other party already knows, there's no point in hiding it.

He was reluctant to reveal the news before because although this method might not be useful to others, not everyone would want to see you have the hope of becoming an immortal.

Countless people have tried to cut off people's path to enlightenment, not to mention His hounds patrolling the four directions.

This is also why he doesn't want Qinghe to reveal herself too much in public.

After a moment's thought, Wu Zhuangyuan's eyes lit up again. He cupped his hands in greeting to the old beggar and asked:
"What do you think of this method, senior? What are the chances of success?"

As a highly skilled Taoist who saw through his scheme at a glance, Wu Zhuangyuan also wondered how the old beggar would view this method of becoming an immortal.

When the old beggar heard Wu Zhuangyuan's question, he smiled and waved his hand.

"Your method is indeed very suitable for Qinghe's physique. It combines your Dao with the Qinglian clan's method, allowing you to control the five directions of heaven and earth and gather great power in one body. Among all the methods, few can compare to it."

After listening to the old beggar's words, Wu Zhuangyuan fell into deep thought. The old beggar's words sounded nice, but the situation he was dealing with stirred up his emotions.

While there are few who can rival them, there are certainly some who have achieved immortality. Clearly not!
Although the old beggar did not say it explicitly, he had made it very clear that this technique was very powerful, but it might not be enough to become an immortal.

This coincides with his own thoughts!

He argued with Qinghe's mother quite a bit about this.

However, the other party firmly believed that her clan's plan would succeed, which led to the two almost turning against each other, and Wu Zhuangyuan even killed many people!

It wasn't until Wu Qinghe grew up and chose her own path that the two started to argue less.

But it became a thorn in their side, and they were practically strangers.

Over the years, he had tried countless times to change Qinghe's mind, but he was always rejected.

In some ways, Wu Qinghe is very similar to them; they are all equally stubborn, and once they have made up their minds about something, it is very difficult to change their minds.

Wu Zhuangyuan was also helpless in this regard.

The old beggar's words now proved his point. He really wanted Qinghe's mother to come and listen, but he knew it was no use!
Seeing Wu Zhuangyuan deep in thought, the old beggar understood the complexity of his emotions. However, the smile on his face didn't diminish in the slightest. He took another swig of wine and said to Wu Zhuangyuan with a rather meaningful tone:
"There are countless people in this world, and countless methods to become an immortal. If you don't take the first step, who knows what the final result will be? Perhaps someone in this lifetime will break through the illusion and become an immortal?"

Scholar Wu suddenly looked up and gazed at the old beggar.

But after the old beggar said something, he raised his hand and grabbed the spotted dog that was resting in the neighboring courtyard.

The old beggar patted the dog's head and rump, and said with a smile:
"It looks so good! It looks delicious. Dog meat is so good that even gods can't resist it!"

The dog was terrified, its hair standing on end. It wanted to beg for mercy, but it couldn't speak. It could only tremble and look pitifully at the old beggar.

Having lived a peaceful life for a long time, it had long forgotten its days at the Three Immortals Pavilion.

That feeling of trepidation returned, almost making it faint.

Upon seeing this, Wu Zhuangyuan finally understood why the dog always ran away as fast as it could whenever it saw Li Wushou. He had thought the dog was just a sycophant with no ambition, but now it seemed it was simply trying to avoid harm!
Distracted by this, Wu Zhuangyuan could no longer press the old beggar for more information.

He knew in his heart that even if he asked, the other party might not tell him.

However, this did not make him completely pessimistic. He could not persuade Wu Qinghe, and as a father, he could only do his best, even if the hope was slim.

Just then, Wu Zhuangyuan suddenly remembered Li Wushou.

Why would an old beggar, with his level of cultivation, follow Li Wushou around?

For some reason, Wu Zhuangyuan felt a surge of anger. Just now at the Jin Chuan Mansion, how dare he be so disrespectful and yell at him?
The blow was still too light!

When he was enlightened by the old beggar, he also thought of taking the old beggar to make offerings properly, but the old beggar refused, saying, "You have your path, and our paths are different."

What merit or ability does that cunning little brat Li Wushou possess?

He could tell that Li Wushou had no God in his heart and was not a believer.

This made him even more unhappy!
Neither human nor god, cultivating a chaotic and distorted path to immortality, how can he be worthy of walking the same path as his seniors?
Scholar Wu was puzzled, so he started complaining to the old beggar.

After hearing this, the old beggar felt incredibly comfortable all over, and the dog's fur was all ruffled off.

He regretted not letting Li Wushou come over earlier; he should have let those two ingrates, Li Wushou and Chen Gou'er, hear these words more often!
That's why people call him a great master; just look at his way of thinking.

If Li Wushou had any such awareness, I would have tightened my belt and made him a great master long ago.

Although the old beggar was overjoyed, he still smiled faintly at Scholar Wu and replied:

"I only picked up Li Wushou out of pity, just to play with him. You've seen it yourself, he's not proficient in the divine path, and his understanding of the immortal path is mixed up. At best, he'll reach the rank of Great Venerable at best." At this point, the old beggar seemed to remember something, and changed the subject, continuing:
"However, this kid is a good person. He respects his elders, is loyal, and only cares about food. He never makes friends indiscriminately, except for that girl Qinghe."

"senior!"

Before the old beggar could finish speaking, Wu Zhuangyuan's face darkened, and he shouted, directly interrupting the old beggar's incessant chatter.

He wanted to refute it as soon as he heard the first sentence: How could Li Wushou cultivate to the level of a Great Venerable with such a method?

Unless God is blind!

It's already a blessing from heaven that he managed to avoid turning into an evil spirit!
Hearing the second half of what he said made him even angrier.

How could he not understand the implied meaning in the old beggar's words?
Out of consideration for the old beggar's feelings, he refrained from getting angry, which already showed him great respect.

Seeing Wu Zhuangyuan's expression, the old beggar knew that Li Wushou was not well-liked. He didn't mind; if someone didn't like him, so be it. As long as someone else did.

He muttered to himself: "A daughter is no longer under her father's control once she grows up."

On the surface, however, he wisely kept quiet and started petting the dog again.

He can't withstand Wu Zhuangyuan's hammer now!
A brief silence fell over the courtyard, but the old beggar's dog felt the time was passing exceptionally long.

It's bald, but also more colorful.
Only after Wu Zhuangyuan had calmed down did the old beggar and Wu Zhuangyuan start talking again.

This time, the two were quite serious. The old beggar even stuck a stick of incense on the stone table, and the dog was thrown aside by the old beggar.

The dog was stunned for a moment, then, as if granted a pardon, it rushed out of the yard as if fleeing.

No matter where it is, just stay away from the other courtyard.

The two talked for a long time, and about half an hour later, the incense was about to burn out.

The old beggar stood up, stretched, and said to Scholar Wu:
“I have a feeling that this great change in the world will be different. It is weaker than before, but also more active. This is both an opportunity and a crisis.”

Scholar Wu, with a solemn expression, looked at the old beggar and asked:
"Does the senior mean that the opponent is very likely to fully recover this time?"

The old beggar nodded first, then shook his head.

"He is no longer complete, so how can he be expected to fully recover? What I mean is that he is very likely to recreate chaos and devour everything. You should be prepared."

Wu Zhuangyuan's heart sank; this was not good news.

The eight characters "Recreate chaos and devour everything" represent a catastrophe that will bring destruction to countless gods and immortals and billions of living beings.

If what the old beggar said is true, then the same applies to forces such as the Immortal Mountain.

However, forces like the Immortal Mountain are still thinking of sacrificing themselves to survive this calamity.

How ironic that immortal cultivation has reached this level.

The old beggar casually tucked Wu Zhuangyuan's wine gourd behind his waist, then patted Wu Zhuangyuan on the shoulder and sighed:
"Let's try to cross! This may very well be our only chance in this lifetime!"

Wu Zhuangyuan nodded heavily.

At the same time, the incense burned out completely, and the old beggar waved his hand, putting away the clay sculpture of the Goddess of Childbirth and the wooden board he had just enshrined.

"I still have a use for this strange god's life-giving technique, so I'll take it with me!"

"Please feel free to take it, senior!"

Wu Zhuangyuan originally planned to kill this wicked god in front of everyone in Fubo Domain when Yuan Xuan finished compiling the register and announced it to Fubo Domain.

However, since the old beggar was useful, he had no objections.

The old beggar stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.

"Then farewell. Remember, I am no longer a part of this world."

Wu Zhuangyuan originally wanted to invite the old beggar again, but after hearing what the old beggar said, he had some concerns. In a sense, the other party staying by Li Wushou's side should be more discreet.

After all, He probably wouldn't pay much attention to a half-baked immortal.
After pondering for a while, Scholar Wu bowed to the old beggar.

The old beggar waved his hand, about to leave, when suddenly, as if remembering something, he said to Wu Zhuangyuan:
"If you want to refine your spirit, call on Li Wushou. He should be of great help."

Wu Zhuangyuan was slightly taken aback, but then agreed.

Although he verbally belittled Li Wushou, he was not optimistic about his future development.

However, the strength Li Wushou displayed despite his messy attire was not low, something he had experienced firsthand at the Jin Chuan residence.

Their overall strength is not much worse than that of a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages before they have created their own realm.

This is truly bizarre!
Upon seeing this, the old beggar laughed and disappeared from the spot.

Wu Zhuangyuan stood in the courtyard, staring blankly at the Taoist scripture in his hand. The four large characters "无漏圣身" (meaning "Immortal Body Without Leakage") on the cover of the scripture shone brightly.

He did not have outstanding talent in the Dao when he was young. One day, after he killed an evil spirit and saved a group of refugees, he met an old beggar.

The other person said that when he went to the toilet, he picked up a book, tore off a few pages to wipe his bottom, but felt it was too hard and he didn't like it, so he gave it to him.

Only then did he lay the foundation for his current path!

Looking back now, he also feels the impermanence of life.

He instinctively reached for the gourd to take a sip of wine, but his hand found nothing at his waist.

He then remembered that his wine gourd seemed to have been stolen!

(End of this chapter)