The Zhishou Abbey appeared even quieter under the starlight, as if no one had visited it for countless years. The golden thatch hung by the eaves, as if the starlight had become solid. Prince Long Qing sat in front of the desk by the window, reading the book in front of him. He completely ignored the ethereal beauty around the Taoist temple. There was only a thirst for new knowledge in his eyes. He seemed so calm and focused, just like the quiet lake in front of the window.
When he opened the "Ri" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane and saw the names of the Tao Addict, Calligraphy Addict, and Ning Que, he could not help but feel jealousy, hatred, unwillingness, and resentment. As the Divine Son of West-Hill, he should at least stand at the same level as the three of them. However, on the snow cliff in the Wilderness, all the good things were destroyed by Ning Que's arrow. Although he had a great Lucky Chance at the South Sea and set foot on the road of cultivation again, everything was like starting over again. Now he had just entered the Seethrough Realm and seemed to be getting further and further away.
However, it did not take long for him to turn all the negative emotions in his heart into nothingness. Because he was now in the Zhishou Abbey, as long as he had the corresponding ability, he could read all the Tomes of Arcane. This was an unimaginable Lucky Chance. This was the highest level story in the world. Negative emotions like hatred and resentment were low-level things that only mortals would be immersed in pain for.
This did not mean that Long Qing no longer hated Ning Que, nor was he jealous of Ye Hongyu and Mo Shanshan. It was because he understood that all the feelings of hatred and pain were boring processes. What was more important was the result. As long as he could become strong again, or even more powerful, just like the news from the West-Hill Divine Palace a few days ago, he could take back everything he had lost like Ye Hongyu, or even more.
The Tomes of Arcane that Long Qing was reading at this time was the third of the Seven Tomes of Arcane, the "Sha" Handscroll.
The reason why this Tomes of the Arcane was called "Sha" Handscroll was that there were countless cultivation methods recorded in it. Some were exquisite and hard to describe, some were the entry methods of the mountain sects, some were the Shentao of Haotian Taoism, some were the Huayan methods of the Buddhism Sect, and even the most mysterious and evil methods of the Devil's Doctrine.
Almost all the cultivation methods in the world were recorded in this Tome of the Arcane. Only the back of the mountain of the Academy could compete with Hao Han's collection and the quality of the cultivation methods. As for the world-renowned Qinghe County Book Collection Building, it was not qualified to be compared with these two.
Starlight fell on the pages, illuminating the human figures painted in thick ink. There were countless lines flowing back and forth between the figures. There were countless records of cultivation methods. Long Qing Qing Qing County's cultivation methods flowed at the bottom of the book. This strange cultivation method was called Gray Eye.
Gray Eye was neither a Haotian Taoism cultivation method nor a Devil's Doctrine cultivation method. Instead, it was the product of a mighty person of the Zhishou Abbey killing an Elder of the Devil's Doctrine who cultivated the Practice of Taotie many years ago. After thinking about the dangers of the battle, he pondered for three nights and used his vast knowledge and wisdom to transform the Practice of Taotie.
The foundation of this cultivation method was the Taoist. In essence, it was to seize other cultivators' Psyche Power and consciousness to strengthen oneself. However, after being transformed by Taoist Law, it did not need to devour flesh and blood. It could directly seize consciousness. It did not look as bloody as before. It seemed to be more neutral and peaceful. In fact, it was evil and cruel as before.
If he was still the proud and mysophobic Prince Long Qing, he would not cultivate such an evil cultivation method, even if he would be tempted by great power. However, he had experienced so many things. He was once filthy, weak, and had done many ugly and evil things. He was no longer the Prince Long Qing of that year. So he did not hesitate to start cultivating.
The starlight was like water, cooling the courtyard of the Taoist temple. The hut was relatively dark. Long Qing looked at the "Sha" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane. His consciousness moved slowly with this cultivation method. His face became paler and paler.
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Many days ago, on the South Sea, a small boat rose and fell in the waves. The sun on the sea was unusually hot. The fish had already dived into the deep sea, and the seagulls had naturally disappeared. Long Qing knelt behind the Taoist in indigo, enduring the scorching sun. However, his face did not become dark, but extremely pale.
This was the depth of the South Sea. It was tens of thousands of miles away from the land, and the coastline could not be seen. The Taoist in indigo stood on the bow of the boat and watched the waves rolling. It seemed that he was watching the ebb and flow of the tide on the coast.
"Persistence is an obstacle, even if it is the persistence of light and darkness."
The hot wooden board made Long Qing feel as if his knees were about to be scorched. However, he did not dare to move. He said in a trembling voice, "I have tried to stop persistence and go to the night in the north on the Wilderness. However, even so, I still did not see the light in the night."
The Taoist in indigo stood on the bow of the boat and looked at the sea with his hands behind his back. He said, "You want to find something, so you made a choice. Making a choice is a kind of persistence."
Long Qing asked, "Then how can I not be persistent?"
The Taoist in indigo said, "Buddhism pays attention to meditation. What we pursue is loneliness. Not being persistent means not moving your mind. If you move your mind, one will be light, the other will be darkness. How should you choose? Therefore, you don't need to choose. You just need to listen to Haotian's choice. "
Long Qing said, "But … I am not the Great Divine Priest of Revelation. I can't feel Haotian's edict. How can I know what is Haotian's choice? How can I know that I have not made a wrong judgment?"
The Taoist in indigo said, "Whatever you think is what you think."
Long Qing was very confused and said, "Isn't that following one's heart?"
The Taoist in indigo suddenly laughed and said indifferently, "Everything in the world is destined by Haotian. Everything is under the control of Haotian, including people's hearts. In this case, how can you really follow your heart without any rules? You follow your heart. In fact, you are following Haotian. "
Hearing this, Long Qing felt as if the wind and snow on the Wilderness were sprinkled on his head. Suddenly, the fierceness of the scorching sun was washed away. He became extremely refreshed and instantly understood many things.
He bowed forward and pressed his forehead against the hot deck. His slightly trembling voice was full of desire and courage. He said loudly, "I want to become stronger."
The Taoist in indigo said, "The day before yesterday, I threw you into the fire spring. With the endless warmth and mercy given by Haotian, I rebuilt the Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi in your body. Now you can already cultivate. If you want to become stronger as soon as possible, then after you come ashore, go to the West-Hill and enter that shabby abbey."
Now that Long Qing knew the incomparably noble identity of the Taoist in indigo, he could naturally guess that the shabby abbey he mentioned was the legendary Zhishou Abbey. He could not help but be ecstatic and kowtow repeatedly.
The Taoist in indigo said, "There are still six volumes of Tomes of Arcane in the abbey. When you have read them all, you may be considered powerful. However, reading is a very painful thing after all … Ye Su had to stab himself with a sword to move his eyes away from the pages. With your will, you definitely can't resist the temptation of the Tomes of Arcane. At that time, your Taoist Heart will be broken and reborn, and the pain will be indescribable."
Long Qing said with a determined expression, "I am not afraid of pain or bitterness."
The Taoist in indigo said again, "There are thousands of disciples in Haotian Taoism, but there are only a few who have the opportunity to enter the Zhishou Abbey. You are not the Great Divine Priest of the Divine Hall, nor are you a disciple of the previous generation who has made great contributions to Haotian Taoism. Then, you can only be a servant in the abbey. Will you dislike such an identity?"
If the cultivators in the world knew that they had the opportunity to enter the Zhishou Abbey to read the seven volumes of Tomes of Arcane, they would be willing to go to the Zhishou Abbey every day, let alone be a servant. Even the manure pond would be fragrant.
Long Qing naturally had the same thoughts. He said without hesitation, "I am willing to do anything for Haotian Taoism."
The Taoist in indigo said, "I can feel your heart at this time, but there are some grumpy old people living in the abbey. Even I don't want to care about them. Don't be afraid when the time comes."
Long Qing was shocked speechless. He thought to himself, "What kind of person is the Abbey Dean of Zhishou Abbey? Is there anyone else in the world besides the Headmaster of the Academy who can make him feel troubled?"
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In the night, there were occasional sounds of insects in the Zhishou Abbey.
Long Qing's face became paler and paler. Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead. His eyes became more and more dazed, and he looked extremely weak. One could imagine what kind of pain he was suffering now.
Every time he opened the "Sha" Handscroll, he would suffer endless pain. Tonight, when he began to cultivate the Gray Eye, the pain became even more terrible. There seemed to be countless invisible swords on the seemingly ordinary pages, constantly stabbing his Taoist Heart, trying to pierce it into a beehive.
When he finished reading the last word of the Gray Eye technique, his Dao heart was also broken into countless pieces, and the fear and the pain of being cut by a thousand knives directly made him faint.
After a long time, Long Qing woke up. During this time, the morning light had just appeared outside the window. He looked at himself in horror and found that there were no wounds on his body. His Taoist Heart was still as stable as yesterday, as if the thousands of invisible swords that appeared in the Tomes of Arcane last night were fake.
He walked out of the thatched hut in a daze and washed his face by the lake. He became slightly more awake and went to his own house to wash up. Then, he started to fetch water to start a fire to cook. After he finished serving the three Martial Uncles who were serving the Tian Shu and finished their breakfast, he carried two buckets of clean water and a few boxes of things and walked towards the back of the monastery.
This spring, Long Qing did chores day after day in the Zhishou Abbey. He cleaned the courtyard, cooked, wiped the table, and ground the ink. Only late at night did he have the opportunity to read and cultivate. The days were very hard, but his mood was very peaceful. He did not have a trace of complaint. He just did it in silence and tried to read as much as possible.
It was interesting to say that his biggest enemy in the world, Ning Que, had basically lived such a hard and fulfilling life in the past ten years, especially after entering the Academy. He did not know if this was in accordance with the words of the Youngest Uncle of the Academy. If fate wanted to choose someone, then there would be a lot of things that needed to be done.
Long Qing carried a shoulder pole and carried a suitcase. He walked out of the Taoist temple and came to the front of a cliff.
During these days in the Zhishou Abbey, he did not have any complaints. Even if it was unbearable pain, he was willing to endure it. However, looking at the cliff, his eyes were full of fear and an expression of wanting to escape.
Under the cliff was a dense green forest, and the cliff was covered with green vines that were as thick as a finger. In the gaps of the green vines, one could faintly see that the cliff was greyish-yellow in color. One could also see that there were many caves on the cliff. The depths of the caves were unknown and revealed a sense of mystery.
This cliff full of caves was very high and gave people a very majestic feeling. Standing at the foot of the mountain, Long Qing was like a small ant. If someone looked down at the earth from a very high sky, he would probably think that this cliff was just an inconspicuous mound or an ant nest covered with moss.
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(There are some things that I have to report to everyone.
Today is a rest day on Saturday. This chapter is to make up for the day I took leave on the 28th of next month. Previously, I said that from the 22nd onwards, I would write two chapters a day until the end of the month. Some readers thought that I did not keep my promise and were very angry. They specifically told me that they would read pirated versions in the future. I did not write two chapters for some days, but there was one day when I wrote 12,000 and another day when I wrote 10,000. So I did some calculations. Excluding the rest day on the 25th, there are a total of nine days from the 22nd to the end of the month. Including today's post, I wrote a total of 55368 words (excluding nonsense and single chapters). My daily average is 6152, which is exactly two chapters … It is actually very detailed because everyone has been very understanding of me. I am very grateful to everyone. However, since they said that it was because I did not fulfill my promise or because I have a problem with my character, I am a little speechless. Of course, if you insist that I should also write two chapters on the 25th, then I really have no way to explain it.
I will continue to improve my work attitude and try to reduce the terrible typos and mistakes in the first period of time. (This is really difficult, there is something wrong with my brain …) I will not make any blind promises and let everyone down. I will try to ensure that the updates are continuous and contribute to everyone's leisure and entertainment instead of making things difficult for everyone. Thank you again, and I appeal for genuine subscriptions.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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