Chapter 27 The Spirit Root

One grass and one tree, following the way of heaven, what is the road?

If there is love in heaven, heaven is also old. Every grass and tree has subtle feelings, but the way of heaven is insignificant. Who can see it? As the saying goes, heaven and earth are not benevolent, and everything is a dog.

People who cultivate immortals are also human beings and have their own constitution and souls, just like a container. Some people's bodies can hold a bucket of water, while others can only accept a bowl of water. Like a big fat man, he easily lifts a big tree, but a thin man can only raise the wooden stick in his hand with difficulty.

People who cultivate immortals also have spiritual roots, just like the development of a person's body and spiritual soul. Everyone has certain differences. In terms of the difficulties of cultivating immortals, individual spiritual root qualifications are different, and the achievements are different.

It is relatively easy for monks with excellent spiritual roots to make greater progress, while it is relatively difficult for monks with poor spiritual roots to achieve results. Congendity is insufficient, and the acquired efforts are also indispensable.

"Spiritual root, don't you know what spiritual root is?" Xianglan stared confusedly with big eyes and looked at Nalan Zhou Yi motionlessly, opening her small cherry mouth, with a ghostly expression. Oh, no, it was an expression of surprise.

"Yes! Do I have a spiritual root?" Nalan Zhouyi was also shocked. He didn't know when he dreamed of stepping on the fairy road, renewing the fairy fate for his mother, repaying his father's shame, washing the muscles and marrow for his eldest brother Nalanfeng, and improving his physique, which was secretly destroyed by Kong Liuyan.

Know the sea.

Nalan Zhou is easy to manifest in front of Xingzun, because in his own body, he can come and go freely. I can't wait to blurt out.

"Master, what is the spiritual root? Isn't it impossible to cultivate immortals without spiritual roots? Can I cultivate immortals?

"Ah?! You don't know? Then why did you come up the mountain? And why did the master accept you as an apprentice? There must be a spiritual root."

Xianglan still stared at Nalan Zhouyi, with an incredible look, blinking confusedly and holding her hands on her cheeks.

"I heard from the master that you are excellent. Although you have not cultivated immortals, your mind and perseverance are far beyond ordinary people. Don't be afraid." Xianglan shook her head confusedly, opened her closed eyes, put aside her clueless thoughts, patted her chest with her little hand, and comforted her with the same tone as an adult.

Nalan Zhouyi was immersed in the sea of knowledge, and his eyes were silent. He sat quietly next to Xianglan, his eyebrows closed, and he didn't realize everything around him.

"Apprentice, don't worry, say it slowly, what spiritual root?" Xingzun, who was meditating, surrounded by purple gas. A gust of purple gas changed into flying dragons and phoenixes from time to time. He swallowed the sky and looked fierce. From time to time, he came down to earth like a fairy, graceful and swaying and shining.

Finally, it changed the only wisp of purple gas, slowly converging into silk, converging into a trace of stars and constant sand, strange and colorful. As soon as Nalan Zhouyi saw such a scene, he couldn't help but look at Xing Zun in a daze and rubbed his big eyes confusedly.

"Master, are you all right?"

"Apprentice, what's the matter?"

Perceiving the dullness of Nalan Zhouyi, Xingzun asked puzzled, and seeing the strange appearance of Xingzun's disappearance, Nalan Zhouyi also asked with one voice.

"Ha, don't worry, this is caused by the teacher's cultivation of immortality, achievement, all kinds of changes, infinite use, seize the five elements of heaven and earth, common yin and yang transformation... cough... apprentice, what's going on? Was it so eager just now? What's going on?" Perceiving the strange change in Nalan Zhouyi's eyes, Xingzun suddenly coughed a few times, and then his face changed and hurriedly asked.

Nalan Zhouyi was aroused by interest. Hearing this, his hopeful eyes were gloomy. He immediately asked eagerly, "Master, what's wrong with Linggen? No, can't you cultivate immortals?"

"The spiritual root is a low-level disciple, the foundation of practice. A good spiritual root helps to quickly break through the bottleneck, soar as soon as possible, and be immortal!" Xingzun looked at the sky with a sigh, as if he had also eaten the pain of the spiritual root. He felt something in his heart. Suddenly, he lowered his head and looked at Nalan Zhouyi solemnly: "But it doesn't matter whether you have a spiritual root or not. As a disciple of Xingzun, without a spiritual root, you can still laugh proudly for nine days!"

Is that right? What is the spiritual root?"

"The five elements of heaven and earth, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, gold and water, water and wood, fire, earth, earth, gold, and gold, wood, wood and earth, earth, water, fire, gold, natural five elements, mutual restrain each other, the road is boundless, the number of heavenly performance, fifty escapes one, two, two yin and yang, yin and yang, ten thousand Things are born, two births, three births, and three births of all things, forming the primitive number between heaven and earth. The so-called spiritual roots are just the innate attributes, metal properties, wood attributes, water spiritual roots, fire spiritual roots, earth spiritual roots, and some mutant spiritual roots carried by the body at birth. They are just the innate attributes of the body!"

Xing Zun stroked his beard and said with emotion. There was a trace of memory in his eyes. Nalan Zhou Yi nodded gently and was about to speak when his heart suddenly trembled. Come to your senses.

"Zhou Yi!" With a big shout, a delicate female voice came to my mind.

Nalan Zhouyi, who was stunned and sat still, was full of excitement. He turned around in astonishment and looked at Xianglan, who was a little anxious, and sounded confusedly.

"The master asked me to look at you. You were fine just now. Why did you sit there stupidly in a blink of an eye, motionless, thinking that you were crazy? It's really scary!"

"Sister Xianglan, don't worry. It won't happen next time. I was just fascinated by thinking." Nalan Zhouyi was thick-skinned and laughed and teased Xianglan. Xianglan, who sniffed the small nose, rolled his eyelids.

"I'm a senior sister!"

"Yes, yes. You are a junior sister... Hey hey... That's right, Sister Xianglan, do you know where Jingwen Fairy is? Why didn't you see her in the hall yesterday? Suddenly, Jingwen Fairy, who took her on a fairy road, sounded. She didn't see her for a few days and didn't know where she was now.

"Jingwen Fairy? The legendary frost beauty! How do you even know her? Did you call your sister?" Xianglan had a ghostly expression, turned Nalan Zhouyi's face, and shook it carefully.

"What are you doing?" His mouth was pinched and he muttered vaguely.

"Let me see if your face is also the legendary eye-catching face - the kind that is loved by everyone and blooms!" He turned around puzzledly, and finally blinked confusedly and didn't find anything different. "Nothing! But it's pretty good!"

Hearing this, Nalan Zhouyi couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"You want to see Sister Jingwen. Let's talk about it when you meet the master!" Xianglan stood up and said, "Master said, when you wake up, let me take you to see him. Now go to see him!"