The two returned to the room. Taoist Baimei turned his back to Lan Feihong and asked solemnly: "Are you willing to practice with my master and embark on the path of cultivating immortality from now on?"

"Disciple still doesn't understand what it means to cultivate immortality!" Lan Feihong asked.

Taoist Baimei explained: "Those who cultivate immortality must go against heaven and change their destiny. To put it more simply, I mean to understand the reincarnation of heaven and pursue eternal life."

"Then Master can live forever?" Lan Feihong asked curiously.

The white-browed Taoist laughed when he heard this: "It's still early for me to be a master, and it's still early for me to live forever. Not to mention me, not even the gods in the sky can say that I will live forever."

"Gods? Are there really gods in the sky?" Lan Feihong asked anxiously.

Taoist Baimei said calmly: "Of course it exists, but it is difficult for us mortals to reach it. Since you have the spiritual roots to practice, there is hope that one day you can become an immortal."

"This matter is still too far away for you. After all, a mortal's life span is only a hundred years. Although immortal cultivators can increase their lifespan, to truly achieve enlightenment, great opportunity, great wisdom, great will, and great luck are indispensable. It's embarrassing to say that.

Being a teacher is just a matter of entry." Taoist Baimei sighed, feeling a little disappointed.

"Master, can I spit out flames from my mouth like you?" This was what Lan Feihong wanted to ask just now.

"Haha." Taoist Taoist Baimei laughed: "What I just performed was a rudimentary spell. It's not worth mentioning. A true master can move mountains and fill seas, turn the stars, the sun and the moon upside down, turn clouds and rain, and travel thousands of miles in a blink of an eye."

"Is it so powerful?" Lan Feihong was stunned when he heard this. He opened his mouth wide with envy and said, "Master, can I also become such a person?"

"My teacher said that if you want to have high cultivation, you must not only look at your qualifications, but also have karma and fate." Taoist Baimei said hehe, no one in this world can resist the temptation of cultivating immortality.

"Master, I want to practice with you, is it okay?" Lan Feihong blinked his eyelids and asked, with a pleading tone in his tone.

Taoist Baimei nodded to him and said: "Since I have told you everything, I naturally intend to lead you into the path of cultivating immortals."

"But I can only take you to practice for five years. After five years, I will leave here." Taoist Baimei said: "There is a disciple among the disciples who is outstanding and highly valued by the sect. I can be considered a master.

You can re-enter the genealogy and the sect, and besides, the sect has my foundation-building elixir, so I have to go back as a teacher."

"Does the master have to leave? But the disciple doesn't want to leave the master." Hearing this, Lan Feihong was a little sad. Now Taoist Baimei is his only relative.

"Hey, if I could, I wouldn't want to go back as a teacher. Although the sect is rich in resources and has strong spiritual energy, its people's hearts are not ancient. There are intrigues and intrigues between different branches for a few cultivation resources. Low-level disciples like us are often used as pawns.

If you abandon it, where can you belong?"

"By the way, there is something you must keep in mind." Taoist Baimei suddenly remembered something and warned: "The mental methods and formulas you have cultivated must not be leaked to others. The sect has its own rules and cannot teach them to outsiders without authorization. You

I will definitely go out to explore in the future. If someone from my sect discovers me, I will be deprived of my cultivation, stripped of my spiritual roots and become a useless person."

"Disciple, remember." Lan Feihong nodded, pursed his lips, and said what he wanted to ask: "Can gods resurrect my mother?"

"Huh?" Taoist Baimei was stunned by the question. He thought for a while and replied, "Maybe. Immortals have great magical powers, and it is not impossible to bring people back to life."

Hearing this, Lan Feihong grinned: "Okay, then I will become an immortal, resurrect my mother, and live with me forever."

The white-browed Taoist looked at Lan Feihong and was a little speechless. He didn't know how to answer. He smiled bitterly in his heart: "I don't know if it's innocence or ignorance. Becoming an immortal? It's too far away..."

Today, Taoist Baimei talked a lot with Lan Feihong and asked him to go back and digest it. Cultivation does not take place day and night. It requires perseverance. Once you hesitate, all your previous efforts will be wasted. What's more, there are many people who will die and the Tao will disappear.

The tempering of one's mind is the most important thing.

…

In this way, Lan Feihong practiced the immortal cultivation techniques in the Bodhi Heart Sutra day after day under the guidance of Taoist Baimei. Spring passed and autumn came, and five years passed in the blink of an eye.

"Master, have you left seclusion?" Lan Feihong was taking care of the spiritual herbs in the nursery in the yard. When he saw Taoist Baimei's door opened, he put down his work and went over to salute. In recent years, Taoist Baimei has been in seclusion more and more often.

As time went by, the retreat time became longer and longer. This time, I stayed in the room for half a year.

In the past five years, Taoist Baimei has not changed much. He just looks a little older, but his spirit is still good. In comparison, Lan Feihong's appearance has changed a bit. At the age of thirteen, he has grown into a tall and tall man.

The young man has healthy bronze skin, attractive and delicate cheeks, wears a gray and white Taoist robe, and has long hair tied into a bun. He looks like he is "not born in the mountains".

"Yes." Taoist Baimei nodded and said, "This retreat took a long time, but I still gained some results."

Hearing this, Lan Feihong's face lit up with joy and he said, "Has Master already reached the tenth level of cultivation?"

Although Taoist Bai Mei did not speak, the smile at the corner of his mouth clearly told the answer. The Bodhi Heart Sutra is divided into ten levels. Once it reaches perfection, the next step is to prepare for foundation building. Only when a monk reaches foundation building can he truly enter the world.

Although I don't know whether I can succeed in cultivating immortality, I always have an idea.

Lan Feihong's practice has reached the peak of the third level, which is extremely rare according to Taoist Baimei. However, Lan Feihong always feels that it is too slow, which has also led to his recent practice being restless and stagnant.

Another half month passed, Taoist Baimei packed up his clothes and called Lan Feihong into the room. He sighed slightly and said, "Calculating the time, it's time for me to move on."

Although Lan Feihong was mentally prepared, when this moment came he couldn't help but shed tears and choked up: "Master, will we ever see each other again?"

Taoist Baimei held back tears and patted Lan Feihong's thick shoulder: "There must be some. You must not neglect it if you practice hard. You will succeed as a teacher."

"I have a few things I plan to give you before I leave." Taoist Baimei pointed at a few things on the wooden table and said, "I only took three of the Spirit Gathering Qi Pills I refined that day, and there are still three more pills I have taken.

I’ll leave it to you, and I’ll give you a small gadget as well.” He took out a delicate and small brocade silk bag, slightly larger than a palm, which can be tied to the waistband of his pants, and said: “This is what I originally made for you.

The treasure that the master took out from the sect is called: Qiankun Bag. Although it only has this small amount, it has a lot of caves inside and can hold many things. When the time comes, you can put the elixirs you have cooked over the years into it to keep your spiritual energy intact.

If you lose it, it will be useful in the future if you carry it with you."

In recent years, Taoist Baimei has given Lan Feihong some minor spells, and he is no longer so excited when seeing new things. However, he became interested when he heard that the master said that this palm-sized silk bag could hold all the elixirs.

Asked: "How should I use this treasure?"

"It's very easy. You only need to expend a little spiritual power and say the incantation to activate it." Taoist Baimei demonstrated: "The treasure bag has a lot of potential." As soon as he finished speaking, the silk bag floated up, and the opening on it actually swelled.

When it opened up, the opening that was originally the size of a bowl became like a water tank, and the Qiankun bag was like an inflatable ball, bulging and indeed enlarged a lot.

"Take it!" Taoist Baimei spat out one word, and the Qiankun Bag deflated and returned to its original shape, lying shriveled on the table.

Lan Feihong was amazed when he saw it. He picked up the Qiankun bag and played with it. Taoist Baimei told him about other trivial matters one by one. Finally, Lan Feihong returned to his room with red eyes.

Seven days later, Taoist Baimei left Ziyang Temple and asked Lan Feihong not to worry about him. This was the first night the master left. Lan Feihong tossed and turned and finally fell asleep. He dreamed of his mother, Lan.

He wanted to grab his mother's hand but couldn't. No matter how much he screamed, he couldn't make a sound. The distance between the two became farther and farther, as if there was a huge ravine between them. Lan Feihong was panting and shouted silently: Mother,
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