I was selling peach wood swords on a live stream, how did I become a Taoist ancestor?

Inside Qingfeng Temple, Li Jun sat cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes and concentrating.

The warm energy in his dantian had already filled most of his body, like a pool of spring water, gently rippling with the rhythm of his breathing.

According to the description in the Basic Qi Refining Manual, when the Qi Sea is full and the essence is overflowing, it is the sign that the Qi Refining is complete and one can challenge the Refining Spirit realm.

Refining the spirit, cultivating qi to transform into spirit.

That was a completely new realm.

The Basic Qi Refining Technique only provides a simple description: When the spirit is first born, it can observe the inner world and perceive the outer world, and sense heaven and earth.

Li Jun couldn't imagine what it would feel like.

But he was looking forward to it.

"At most another seven or eight days..."

Li Jun opened his eyes, a hint of anticipation flashing in them.

This pace is simply terrifying.

Jin Hao, that kid, has a dedicated training room and seniors to guide him at the South City branch, yet he's only at the early stage of Qi Refining.

He, on the other hand, relied entirely on his own exploration, yet his progress surpassed that of others.

"As expected, the jade pendant is really effective."

Li Jun knew exactly what was going on.

His rapid progress is definitely related to the jade pendant.

After all, if he had good talent, he wouldn't have been so slow when he first started practicing Qi cultivation.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the door.

"Jun'er, come out for a moment."

Li Jun quickly got up and went out the door.

In the courtyard, the master was holding a large broom, looking up at the roof beam.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"The New Year is almost here, we need to start the big cleaning." The old Taoist priest pointed to the roof beams, "Look at those spider webs, we need to sweep them clean."

Li Jun then realized that today was already the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month.

In a few days, it will be Lunar New Year's Eve.

Time flies.

Li Jun sighed.

For more than ten days, he was so immersed in cultivation that he almost forgot about time.

"Yes, another year has passed in the blink of an eye." The old Taoist priest sighed. "As I get older, I feel more and more that there isn't enough time."

As he spoke, he handed the large broom to Li Jun: "You're young, so you can do the climbing. I'll direct from below."

"Okay."

Li Jun took the broom, moved the ladder, and began to sweep the dust off the beams and window frames.

The old Taoist priest held the ladder from below, occasionally reminding, "A little to the left, yes, there's a patch of dust over there... Be careful, don't fall."

The master and apprentice worked together seamlessly.

The sunlight streamed into the yard, making it warm and cozy.

A mountain breeze blows, carrying the sound of distant pines rustling in the wind.

Everything was peaceful.

After cleaning the main hall, the two began cleaning the courtyard.

The fallen leaves on the ground should be swept clean, the water in the water tank in the corner should be changed, and the couplets on the gate should be rewritten.

"Jun'er, you'll write the couplets again this year," the old Taoist priest said. "Your handwriting is better than mine."

"By the way, we should write a few more couplets this year. Aunt Wang and Uncle Li from down the mountain came to ask about them a few days ago, wanting the Spring Festival couplets from our temple."

"Okay."

At noon, the master and apprentice had a simple lunch, and then Li Jun brought out his writing implements and set them up in the courtyard.

The winter sun is warm and feels very comfortable on the skin.

Li Jun spread out red paper, ground ink, and moistened his brush.

He wrote very carefully.

"May Heaven add years to your life and may spring fill the universe and may blessings fill your home."

Horizontal scroll: "Peace and safety throughout the four seasons".

After finishing the painting, Li Jun looked at it and was quite satisfied.

The handwriting is neat and the strokes are strong; it seems even better than last year's.

In the following time, he wrote more than a dozen Spring Festival couplets in one go.

Some are pasted on the main gate, some on the room door, and some are small "福" (Fu, meaning good fortune) characters.

After finishing writing, he took out red paper and began cutting paper snowflakes.

He wasn't very good at this, and the cuts were crooked and uneven.

The old Taoist priest watched from the side, his expression showing some disdain.

"Your skills are not as good as mine."

"That's right." Li Jun nodded. "Master, what you cut out is abstract art."

"You brat," the old Taoist priest chuckled and scolded.

Just then, Li Jun's phone rang.

He wiped his hands, picked it up and saw it was a news push from Douyin.

[Temperature in the Kunlun region breaks historical low, border guards remain steadfast at their posts, plot intensifies: Update, come check out Cola Novels! Harsh conditions]

Clicking on it leads to a news report.

The gist is that this winter, the Kunlun region was affected by special air currents, and the temperature was more than ten degrees lower than in previous years.

The border guards stationed there are facing unprecedented challenges.

The article included several photos.

Snow-covered peaks stretch as far as the eye can see.

The soldiers wore thick military overcoats, their faces red from the cold, but their eyes remained resolute.

One of the photos shows a young soldier standing guard at his post.

His eyelashes were frosted, and his breath condensed instantly in the cold wind.

But its posture is straight, like a pine tree rooted in a snow-capped mountain.

Looking at the photo, Li Jun felt a pang of emotion.

He thought of his advisor, Zhang Xuanzhen.

Eighty years ago, the advisor sacrificed his life on the snowy peaks of Kunlun to protect his home and country.

Eighty years later, there are still people who stay in Kunlun.

For this land, and for the people behind us.

"Master, look."

Li Jun handed the phone to his master.

The old Taoist priest took the phone and squinted at it.

He looked at it very slowly and carefully.

After a long pause, he slowly opened his mouth.

"It's not easy..."

His voice was tinged with emotion.

"Yes," Li Jun nodded, "We still have to stand guard in this cold weather."

The old Taoist priest didn't speak, but simply read the article again.

Then, he returned the phone to Li Jun.

"Jun'er, let's do something too."

"What are you doing?"

"The news said there's an event where you can send handwritten blessings or couplets to border guards," the old Taoist priest said. "Let's send one too."

Li Jun was taken aback.

"Then... shall I write a couplet for the Spring Festival and paint two door gods?"

"Alright," the old Taoist priest said. "We don't have anything valuable in our temple, so this is all we have to offer."

Li Jun acted immediately.

He spread out the red paper again and wrote with extra care this time.

Every stroke, every line, is imbued with heartfelt intention.

"With unwavering resolve, they guard the frontier; with burning passion, they defend their homeland."

Horizontal inscription: "May our mountains and rivers be forever secure."

After finishing writing the Spring Festival couplets, he began to draw door gods.

Qin Shubao and Yuchi Gong.

After finishing the drawing, Li Jun looked at it carefully and was very satisfied.

"I'll send it out tomorrow when I go down the mountain to buy some things."

"Hmm." The old Taoist priest nodded. "I just don't know if these things will be able to reach the soldiers."

Upon hearing this, Li Jun was also unsure.

The environment in Kunlun is too harsh, and transportation conditions are limited.

With limited transportation capacity, priority will definitely be given to ensuring the supply of materials.

Whether or not the couplets and door god images will actually reach the border guards is really hard to say.

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate."

Li Jun carefully rolled up the Spring Festival couplets and door god images and tied them with red string.

By the time we finished doing all that, it was already dark.

The master and apprentice had a simple dinner and then went back to their rooms to rest.

Li Jun lay in bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

He took out his phone and browsed the news for a while.

There are many reports about Kunlun.

Extreme cold weather, border defense, and... some unusual "natural phenomena".

For example, a rainbow aurora suddenly appeared on a snow-capped mountain and lasted for an entire night.

For example, a mountaineering enthusiast captured a blurry image of the "Yeti," which was quickly proven to be a light illusion, but it still sparked heated discussions.

Looking at these news reports, Li Jun felt a vague unease.

Kunlun has held significant importance in myths and legends since ancient times, and now that its spiritual energy has been revived, the changes there will only be greater.

"Hopefully... nothing goes wrong."

Li Jun muttered to himself.

He put away his phone, closed his eyes, and began his cultivation.

The Qi in his dantian flowed slowly, gradually growing stronger.

We are getting closer and closer to perfection.

Outside the window, the moonlight was as clear as water.

The mountain wind howled, blowing past the Taoist temple and into the distance.

The wind blows towards the majestic, continuous snow-capped mountains.

The wind blows towards those figures who remain steadfast on the snow-capped mountains.

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