Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 38. Resurrection

"She is naturally a cultivation prodigy. She has blinded herself and imprisoned her desires to cultivate the Dao. What else could she be but a prodigy? Although we do not know what kind of Dao she cultivates, she has most likely dabbled in the power of the Heavenly Dao, which is why she is like this."

Bodhisattvas are supreme beings, therefore they are without emotion.

Xia Lianxue stammered, "So that's the price she paid? To imprison her emotions and desires for cultivation, was it worth it?"

Looking at the clouds drifting across the sky, Lu Changyuan said contentedly, "The most important thing in cultivation is perseverance, and perseverance can be summed up in one word."

Xia Lianxue really enjoyed listening to Lu Changyuan preach.

She always felt that although Lu Changyuan's teachings were often fallacious, they pointed directly to the essence of things.

“Persistence.” Lu Changyuan said, “The most important thing in cultivating the Dao is persistence. Without persistence, there is no Dao. That is why Su Wuxiang was able to glimpse Yao Guang even though he was entangled in demonic thoughts.”

However, the more attached one is, the easier it is to be corrupted by desires. Cultivation is a process of repeatedly reflecting on one's own attachments, and it is also a process of repeatedly looking at the mountains and rivers.

When you look at mountains and rivers, they are mountains and rivers; when you look at mountains and rivers, they are not mountains and rivers; when you look at mountains and rivers, they are mountains and rivers again.

Only by constantly seeing through illusions and constantly holding on to them can one ultimately avoid falling into desires and ascend to the Great Way.

Lu Changyuan suddenly sneered: "So among those who cultivate to the very end, the vast majority are fanatics. There's no question of whether it's worth it or not, only whether they're willing or not."

"And what about the young master?"

Xia Lianxue's sudden question caught Lu Changyuan off guard.

The Taoist of Chang'an cultivates the Way of Ruthlessness and also the Way of Slaughter.

So what kind of personality did the Taoist priest of Chang'an have?
The world only knows that Daoist Chang'an appeared out of nowhere and then beat up the experts of the White Domain in an extremely domineering way, suppressing the cultivation world for a thousand years. But in the end, no one knows what kind of personality Daoist Chang'an has, except for his only disciple.

"I?"

"Hmm, you are clearly no ordinary person, young master. Even now that I have entered the fifth realm, I still cannot see through you. It is as if you are just a mortal without cultivation."

Lu Changyuan was speechless for a moment.

He really is just an ordinary person without any cultivation right now.

Xia Lianxue said softly, "I really want to know what kind of person you are, young master. Could it be that you are also someone who has become obsessed with cultivation?"

"Do you look like me?"

The fairy shook her head: "Young master is more like a wealthy young master in the mortal world. All he does all day is think about good food and listen to pretty girls sing. He doesn't seem like someone who is ascetic and devoted to cultivating the Tao."

Lu Changyuan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"But I have never been a rich young master for a single day. The thing I did most was to count stars in a rocking chair under the old tree in a small courtyard."

The young man was proud of his soaring sword, but now, the spring flowers have all fallen, and he is filled with desolation.

Xia Lianxue didn't quite understand what Lu Changyuan was saying, but she inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

This is rare.

But when she was with the young master, she was often relaxed, as if there were no more difficulties in the world and everything was so wonderful.

Lu Changyuan closed his eyes, feeling the gentle breeze: "Fairy, in this world, apart from life and death, there is nothing of great importance."

"Young master, you always speak with the air of an old man."

In the past, Xia Lianxue would have considered many difficult and dangerous situations to oppose Lu Changyuan, but after this experience, she realized that as long as a person is alive, there is hope.

Lu Changyuan shamelessly said, "I'm eighteen this year."

Xia Lianxue seemed to be amused by Lu Changyuan: "In that case, I am a few years older than you, young master. You should call me sister. Little brother, buy your sister a candied hawthorn."

She still remembers the candied hawthorn that Lu Changyuan ate in front of her in her dream.

She still doesn't know if the Lu Changyuan in her dream is the real person. If she were to ask, Lu Changyuan would definitely say no.

But it's okay, let's just pretend it's true.

Anyway, the young master has already seen it.

Lu Changyuan smiled and shook his head slightly: "Candy is for children, so adults have to buy it themselves if they want some."

Fleeting clouds bring a refreshing breeze.

"In a couple of days, I will teach you the Autumn Sword."

Autumn is approaching, so I can teach you the second sword technique now. Xia Lianxue nodded her beautiful and lovely chin: "Thank you, young master."

Since we already owe so much, let's owe a little more. We won't worry about having too much debt.

Lu Changyuan suddenly paused in his breathing.

Red characters reappeared under his eyes.

The Drunken Phoenix is ​​about to mature.

Xia Lianxue has entered the fifth realm of enlightenment, and the Drunken Red Phoenix is ​​about to ripen. This little fairy is really interesting.

Before Lu Changyuan could think it through, the flying boat Xia Lianxue was piloting suddenly shuddered.

A Buddha's hand filled with black energy flew down from below, almost touching the flying boat. Xia Lianxue raised her sword and slashed a sword light in the direction the Buddha's hand came from.

The airship had to stop.

Lu Changyuan squinted as he looked at the Buddha's hand.

Xia Lianxue coldly said, "Young master, it is the Great Compassionate Hand of the Food Buddha Temple."

The fairy's pretty face turned fierce. She was still immersed in the relaxed atmosphere, and who was so inconsiderate as to disturb her?

"Come out!"

The power of the Five Realms Jade Balance caused a strong wind to blow through the entire forest, and a black-haired, menacing monk emerged from the wind, wielding the Great Compassion Palm.

Lu Changyuan frowned and said, "The Heart-Eating Monk."

It was the same monk who had his head chopped off by Lu Changyuan.

Lu Changyuan chopped off the head of the Heart-Eating Monk. The head rolled on the ground like a ball, and Lu Changyuan remembered it clearly.

Why did this person come back to life?
Lu Changyuan squinted at the monk's neck and indeed found dense stitches there.

Someone found the body of the monk who ate the heart and kindly sewed up his head.

“Young master, it’s not a living person, it’s probably a corpse puppet.”

Xia Lianxue quickly noticed the strangeness of the Heart-Eating Monk: his pale skin, lifeless eyes, and his erratic, unsteady gait.

The pungent stench of the dead turned the surrounding plants into a nauseating, slimy substance.

poisonous?

Xia Lianxue's pretty face stiffened slightly, full of disdain.

Lu Changyuan handed Duan Nian to Xia Lianxue: "Use my sword."

Compared to Xia Lianxue's sword, the Demon-Suppressing Sword of a Thousand Years is undoubtedly more advantageous in dealing with inanimate demons.

Xia Lianxue took Lu Changyuan's sword and was surprised to find that it was lighter than her own. She couldn't help but turn around and look at Lu Changyuan.

Lu Changyuan simply said, "The lighter the sword, the fiercer the swordsmanship; the heavier the sword, the more profound the swordsmanship."

Qiu Yuehan's sword was lighter than Xia Lianxue's, and therefore its blade was more ferocious.

Xia Lianxue gave a muffled "hmm," then suddenly drew her sword.

It is not the Thirteen Swords of Miaoyu, but the Zhu Ming Sword.

A thunderous roar erupted, and the monk who ate the heart was knocked to the ground with overwhelming force.

The difference between a sword strike from the fifth realm and that from the fourth realm is like heaven and earth. The Heart-Eating Monk was only at the fourth realm to begin with, and now that he has been turned into a corpse puppet, he can only have the power of less than the third realm. Xia Lianxue's sword strike directly blasted his body into pieces, and he could never rise again.

Suddenly, a sword light pierced the sky from afar.

"Sir?"

Lu Changyuan nodded: "Let's go take a look."

The fairy, sword in hand, led Lu Changyuan away like a streak of light, until they stopped in front of a temple. The dilapidated temple, overgrown with weeds, gave off a familiar feeling.

Lu Changyuan patted the dirt off his clothes and said, "Who on earth had nothing better to do than turn the Heart-Eating Monk into a corpse puppet?"

(End of this chapter)