The story begins with the bride marrying off her daughter, and the woman, at the age of one hundred,

Morning dew flows like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

It slowly gathered in Chang Shou's right palm.

Little by little, they accumulate and eventually form a large water sphere.

"go!"

With a flick of his wrist, he shook his hand.

The water sphere instantly split into three, shooting towards the trunk of the ancient Bodhi tree from three different angles.

Each water sphere rubs against the air, producing a sharp sound.

"end!"

As he spoke a second time, he made a hand gesture.

The three water spheres stopped perfectly in front of the Bodhi tree trunk without damaging it in the slightest.

"Go back!"

Chang Shou lightly hooked his finger.

The three water balloons obediently returned to his side.

Chang Shou's fingers moved in a series of hand seals, and he muttered incantations. Then, he slightly flicked the wide sleeves of his brown robe, and his subtle magical power began to stir again.

Invisible ripples swept across the three water spheres.

In an instant, the water sphere split again, from three to six.

Six water balloons were arranged in a fan shape behind him.

A gentle breeze blew, causing his robes to flutter, and Chang Shou's beard, which had only grown for two months, to sway along with them.

His hand seals changed again, and he uttered a low shout:

"Bind!"

As soon as the words were spoken.

The six water spheres transformed into six streams of water, rushing towards the main trunk of the ancient Bodhi tree and binding it from six directions.

"Disperse!"

He uttered a single word.

The six streams dispersed.

Chang Shou was panting heavily, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

Recalling the scene just now, even though his magical power was exhausted, he still stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

He practiced water manipulation for nine years, but before he became a Ghost Immortal, he could only barely control a thin stream of water, and it was difficult to shape it into a water ball. When it hit a person, it was like being sprayed by an ordinary water gun, with no offensive power and a range of only one zhang.

After becoming a Ghost Immortal, he could control three streams of water, but his attack power was still weak, and he could only barely condense a water sphere.

Now that his realm has gradually stabilized, he has benefited greatly from listening to the patriarch's teachings. He can now manipulate the minute magical power within his body with exquisite precision. With the same output of magical power, he can not only condense six streams of water, but also completely shape a water sphere. Moreover, he can freely transform between the streams of water and the water sphere, with a range of up to three zhang.

He has achieved mastery of magical arts.

Its protective power has greatly increased.

Longevity brings joy.

But what made him even happier was the tangible benefits brought about by the patriarch's teachings.

If I've made such a difference after just one lecture, imagine how much I'll improve in the future!

Despite being mentally prepared, when the reality unfolded before his eyes and his expectations were realized, Chang Shou's heart, which had weathered a century of vicissitudes, still couldn't help but be excited.

No wonder so many people want to find a famous teacher.

It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books.

Traveling ten thousand miles is not as good as being guided by a master.

Having a renowned teacher not only means having a powerful backer, but also means being able to access the resources behind that teacher.

In the mundane world, this translates to the connections, power, and status behind a renowned teacher; in the realm of spiritual practice, it represents a uniquely advantageous environment, abundant resources for cultivation, exquisite methods and true secrets, and guiding instruction that points the way forward…

At this moment, Chang Shou felt incredibly fortunate to have followed the monkey out and entered the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars. All the hardships and dangers he had faced before then had now become meaningful.

Only by experiencing darkness can one see the light.

of course.

There are many water-based spells in the Wanjuanlou.

Chang Shou read some of it, but he didn't switch majors. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he was clear-headed, had self-control, and was self-aware.

The higher the quality of a spell, the better.

The greater the power of a spell, the better.

What suits you is the best.

He studied the art of water manipulation for nine years, using it to attain enlightenment and become a ghost immortal. This art was most suitable for him.

If we look at it from another angle, low quality means it's easy to cultivate, and it also means the potential is high.

It's always better to learn a technique that's easy to learn but difficult to master than to learn one that's extremely difficult even to get started with.

There are no useless skills in the world, only useless people.

Practice makes perfect, perfection leads to mastery, mastery leads to wonder, and wonder leads to enlightenment.

If one cultivates the art of water manipulation to an unparalleled level, even the most ordinary spells will have incredible uses.

The sun rose higher and higher.

Danyang is dyed red by the sea of ​​clouds.

The warm sunshine felt wonderful on my skin.

Chang Shou snapped out of his daze, picked up his staff, turned around, and went back into the house. His movements were slow and he was old. His magic power was weak. The more exhilarating his attack was just now, the weaker he felt.

I rubbed my aching lower back.

Chang Shou sighed helplessly, shaking his head.

"As people get older, they become less and less useful."

Back in the day, the old man was incredibly brave...

Forget it, a hero doesn't dwell on past glories.

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Three poles in the sun.

After recovering, Changshou went back to work.

Disciples soon came to the scripture hall to borrow scriptures.

He registered and completed the procedures skillfully.

Under the ancient Bodhi tree, a circle of disciples quickly gathered. They each found a meditation cushion and focused on reading the scriptures.

Seeing this scene through the window, Chang Shou chuckled.

He took out the book "An Introduction to Out-of-Body Experience" that he had not yet finished reading, and took advantage of the free time in the scripture building to go out of the room with his staff and flip through the book under the Bodhi tree.

This ancient Bodhi tree is extraordinary.

It has the ability to calm the mind and enhance wisdom.

The disciples in the cave all liked to read classic texts under the trees, and Changshou also developed this habit.

As dusk fell, the evening clouds gathered.

The disciples returned the books and dispersed one after another.

After tidying up the books, Chang Shou lit an ever-burning lamp and continued to peruse "An Introduction to Out-of-Body Explanation".

He has read this book several times.

It was introduced by a ghost immortal I had known for two months in the cave.

As explained above, once the Ghost Immortal realm is stable, the Yin spirit can temporarily travel at night, but there are many restrictions. Not only does it require special magic arrays and special utensils for assistance, but also, because it lacks the protection of Netherworld secret techniques, it is easily startled on stormy days, rainy days, thunderstorm days, etc., and is also easily disturbed by Yang-type creatures that have become spirits, such as roosters and black dogs.

Recently, his spiritual state has stabilized, and he is currently researching the process of astral projection.

"Old Man Chang! Old Man Chang! It's me, Old Sun!"

The familiar shout interrupted Changshou's train of thought.

Chang Shou looked up and saw Sun Wukong scurrying in, his movements somewhat furtive, as if he had done something shady. He was carrying a basket covered with an animal skin, and it was unclear what was inside.

Chang Shou put away the books and smiled at the approaching monkey.

"Monkey, what good stuff did you bring that you're only arriving at this hour, and why are you being so secretive?"

In the past, the monkeys would come after lunch.

And now, we've actually made it to this point.

This monkey is bold and meticulous, but also impulsive. For it to act so abnormally, the thing it's carrying must be extraordinary.

With this in mind, I can't help but look forward to longevity.

Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow, looking smug.

Hehehe~

It's something we both love!

He put down the bamboo basket, lifted the cloth covering the peach, and three plump, pink peaches came into view. Each one was twice the size of an ordinary mountain peach, and a sweet peach fragrance wafted over him.

Chang Shou took a deep breath, a guess forming in his mind.

"These are the fresh peaches you found in the back hill?"

The aroma is extremely rich.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a spirit peach.

Sun Wukong laughed even more triumphantly.

There is a grove of rotten peach trees on the back mountain.

I've eaten peaches a few times; they're sweet and delicious.

Some of my fellow students would occasionally pick some fresh peaches to eat, but the peaches I picked were the biggest and plumpest.

Its flavor and spiritual energy are both exceptional.

Sun Wukong winked at Chang Shou.

Chang Shou smiled knowingly.

Monkeys are intelligent.

I realized that things were different.

Such a thing happening once is a coincidence.

The more times you do it, the more meaningful it becomes.

They were clearly being treated differently.

The monkey is cunning; realizing it's being favored, it came at sunset, clearly intending to make a fortune quietly.

Thinking that the monkey would benefit himself, Changshou was both happy for the success of his accumulated schemes and touched by the monkey's thoughtfulness.

After glancing at the bamboo basket and fresh peaches, Chang Shou's attention quickly fell on the animal hide.