Mysterious Tribulation

Chen San is an ordinary villager in Chenjia Village.

When I was young, I practiced boxing a few times, traveled to several mortal cities, and saved some money. After returning to my hometown, I was able to buy a house and dozens of acres of fertile land. My family was well off, and many villagers envied me.

But he knew that his life was just like this.

As a citizen of Dagan, he has seen more and desires more than other villagers.

For example...he knew that the 'immortal' really existed, and even saw an immortal several times.

But... cultivating immortals requires spiritual roots, but he does not have spiritual roots!

This completely blocked his way to seek immortality!

Even when he returned to his hometown, he was accompanied by his lovely wife and beloved son, but in the dead of night, when he recalled the past, he still couldn't sleep at night, as if scratching his heart with claws.

this night.

He glanced at his beautiful wife and beloved son who was sleeping soundly, put on his coat, turned around and walked out of the door to the courtyard.

Looking at the bright moon, I couldn't help sighing: Life is only a hundred years... I have no hope of cultivating immortality, so I can only have more children and pass my hope to the next generation...

suddenly……

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and the clouds were dense!

Just when Chen San thought it was going to rain, the dark cloud suddenly dissipated again, as if what he saw before was nothing but an illusion.

Chen San couldn't help but look solemn, knowing that this sudden change might be related to those supernatural beings!

However, the next moment, he opened his mouth wide in surprise...

Because of that round moon like a silver plate, it was suddenly stained with a layer of crimson!

The crimson was so bright that it reminded him of gourmet food inexplicably, and he swallowed his saliva unconsciously...

The lunar star... turned red?

Chen San was so frightened that his face turned pale.

After all, for the ancients, the reversal of the lunar position means that there will be a catastrophe!

He was already thinking about whether to hoard food, or even take his family to hide in the mountains.

At this moment, Chen San suddenly gasped.

Because on the crimson moon, he seemed to see...a tree again? !

The branches, which seem to be made of flesh and blood, and human arms, are constantly stretching out the scope of the moon...

beautiful!

A transcendent, unimaginable beauty filled Chen San's heart.

He found that in the few books he had studied, he couldn't find a sentence that could describe the beauty of the red mother tree.

Human language is inherently weak.

In selfless gaze.

Chen San's ears seemed to be echoed with hazy ravings.

He has traveled all over the world, heard different local accents and slang, and knows the truth of different pronunciations in ten miles, different customs in hundreds of miles. Some local dialects may not be understood after tens of miles.

But this time the language is completely different from those rural dialects!

Chen San confirmed that he had never heard of this dialect, but he could understand the meaning...

The voice is saying:

Gushen... is immortal...

...for... Xuan Min...

The root of heaven and earth...

Long and continuous... inexhaustible, inexhaustible... the mother of Tao!

...

Chen San also tried hard to search for the classics of cultivating immortals, but in the end he found nothing.

At this moment, tears welled up in his eyes, and he knew that if there was a supreme secret code for cultivating immortals, it must be like this!

This is the real way!

Everything in nature can pursue the avenue!

No, Dao is chasing people!

Even though I have only heard a few sentences, those words and arrangements seem to have infinite meanings. Every time I understand and interpret... a new scripture will be born.

You don’t need to read the scriptures, you don’t need to study hard, and you don’t need to study...and you don’t need to ask someone to interpret...As long as you hear those ramblings, you will automatically get the true meaning of the Dao that many people dream of!

This made Chen San know a lot of knowledge inexplicably.

For example... everything has animism!

As long as a little bit of suitable means is used, one can extract that bit of 'spiritual energy' from the bodies of all animals and plants, such as chicken, duck, fish, pig, dog, cattle and sheep, through slaughtering, cooking, and devouring.

As long as the 'spirit' is accumulated enough...even if he doesn't have a spiritual root, he can still cultivate immortality!

Well……

In fact, spirituality and spirituality are not the same thing at all.

But for an ordinary person, to gain power beyond the ordinary, that is cultivating immortals!

Cultivation!

I didn't expect... I also have a fairy fate!

Chen San clenched his fists, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at... the pigsty in the courtyard!

the next day.

When Chen San's wife and son got up in the morning, they smelled a tempting fragrance.

When I came to the kitchen, I saw Chen San was cooking pork with a big spoon.

Seeing his wife coming, he grinned wide: Are you guys up? Today... our family eats braised pork!

Eat pork! Eat pork!

Chen San's son jumped up and down for joy...

...

Time goes back to last night.

Qianyang City.

When the lunar position is reversed and the red moon is in the sky.

A howl like a beast suddenly appeared everywhere in this city of cultivating immortals.

God of the Valley! God of the Valley!

A monk holds a magic weapon, with disheveled hair, and kills anyone he sees!

The casual cultivators around hurriedly avoided, and some took out magic weapons to fight back: It's not good... Fellow Daoist Wang has lost his temper and gone crazy!

Don't look at the Lunar Star in the sky... there are evil spirits at work, which Taoist friend has a heart-purifying talisman or a treasure to remove evil spirits?

Damn it...the Purifying Mantra is useless!

Where's the city guard? Where did the law enforcement monks go?

Help... Wu Jiazhuji, who sells spiritual tea at the street, has gone crazy... He... He has turned into a flesh and blood monster!

Is there a demon sneaking into the city?

Hurry up and find Patriarch Jiedan!

...

Qianyang City is in chaos, monks everywhere are possessed by demons, killing people crazily, and even turning into foreign objects!

Law enforcement monks are like moths to a flame, and even go crazy themselves.

Haha... the gate of the mysterious female! The gate of the mysterious female! I understand... I understand!

Wanhua Building.

This is a brothel that many lustful monks like to visit.

The female cultivators inside are said to have magical backgrounds, and are extremely good at all kinds of joint cultivation techniques, which can make male cultivators ascend to nine heavens.

And now...

A pale, huge mountain of flesh suddenly broke through the entire attic, on top of the countless fat, there were still various mutilated limbs hanging, and faces in bliss appeared on the surface.

The one on the top is the face of the ancestor Jiedan who is stationed here. She has an extremely happy expression on her face, as if she has touched the avenue that she has never forgotten, and she has even ascended into a fairy!

Even Lian Dan also...

A ray of light appeared, and in it was an old man with a strange face, who was the Nascent Soul old monster in charge of guarding Qianyang City!

Elder Gu!

Several alchemy cultivators who still had lingering fear on their faces followed behind the Nascent Soul monster in disgrace: If the elders hadn't rescued us with the 'Shuchen Bell' before, I'm afraid we would also be controlled by that magic sound. demon!

Hmph... you usually don't pay attention to your mind in your practice, but suddenly encountering such a powerful invasion of heart demons, it is inevitable to go crazy...

Elder Gu held a bell that looked like jasper in his hand: It's your luck too! If the old man didn't happen to have this magic weapon that guards the mind and removes the demons... you will end up like that meat mountain!

Many alchemy cultivators looked at the various tentacles dancing wildly on the meat mountain, and layers of cold sweat could not help but appear on their foreheads...