Chapter 160: After going through many calamities, the original spirit is finally seen. One of the Eight Techniques - Martial Arts at the End of the Human World!

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Zuo Shanhe lowered his head and fell into a dark dream.

There was no light in this dream. He sat upright on the armchair, with his sleeves spread out, like a fallen immortal. He grasped the handle with his hands. After regaining consciousness, he remained silent:
"here it is"

Around him.

Bubbles of varying sizes emerged.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it.

But at the moment of touch.

However, he was surprised to find that his skin seemed to have recovered the "Mysterious Art of Life and Death, Mountains and Rivers", and remained youthful, as clean and flawless as jade.

"That kid Li Taxian."

"Where on earth did you drag me to?"

He remembered that young man put his hands together and asked him, the almost dying immortal of mountains and rivers, with a serious look on his face, why he no longer used his profound skills, created a method, and made his own way.

Zuo Shanhe raised his brows slightly, with a bitter smile in his heart:

"This kid is really amazing."

"but"

"I'm afraid you can't help me."

"The Mysterious Art of Life and Death is a technique that directly leads to the True Person. Moreover, when the Heavenly Gate was half-opened, I vaguely sensed that as long as I continued along that path, I might even be able to go higher."

"Can"

“Human power is limited.”

"I have reached the end, and then I suddenly realized that the path I was on was wrong. What's the point of turning back now?"

"Let me see what this little friend brought me."

"After all, we can't let down other people's hard work."

“Although I have reached the end of my life in this world, the same cannot be said for those who come after me.”

"If I can gain even a little understanding, I can pass it on to Li Taxian. If he can continue along this path..."

"I said, it has never been cut off."

pat.

Zuo Shanhe stood up slowly. His body, which was like a dead tree in reality, began to change quietly from this moment on. It slowly "reformed" and began to become younger.

He popped the blister closest to him.

I saw a picture formed by a memory from a hundred years ago.

That year, the only one at the top of the world was the 'Great Innate'.

That year, when Zuo Shanhe was twelve or thirteen years old, the old witch doctor in the village diagnosed that he was destined to die young and would not live past the age of sixteen. So the old witch doctor advised his parents to sell him to a wealthy family as a slave as soon as possible so that they could save some food.

Moreover, he was born with white hair and was extremely thin, which was a bad sign. Even if the child had a fairy-like appearance and looked better than any of the kings and dukes, and he looked like a banished Taoist child in a coarse linen robe, so what?

Can't be eaten as a meal.

That year, there happened to be famine everywhere.

Originally, Zuo Shanhe, who was already unable to survive this disaster, seemed to have come to an end in his fate. However, at this moment, he took a sudden turn and met an old immortal who was the only descendant of the 'Life and Death Mountain and River Sect'.

His master.

He took him to the temple which was not yet prosperous at that time, which is the Nirvana Mountain.

He was named "Shanhe" and asked to take Zuo Daoren's surname.

From then on, he abandoned his worldly name and changed it to 'Zuo Shanhe'. At the same time, he also practiced the mysterious art of life and death and mountains and rivers.

"Is it my memory from over a hundred years ago?"

"This method is quite interesting."

The scroll slowly opened, causing Zuo Shanhe to be stunned for a moment. Then he felt a little nostalgic and painful, and after a while he smiled in relief:
"It turns out that the root of the disaster had already been planted at that time."

"It's ridiculous that I only discovered it after all these years."

"Ah."

His mind was completely immersed in it.

It was as if he was slowly merging with the thin boy who swept the floor in the early morning, fetched water in the morning, practiced Qi at noon, and chopped wood in the evening.

at the same time.

Bubbles of varying sizes gathered around Zuo Shanhe, surrounding him. He stretched out his fingers and closed his eyes, as if trying to comprehend something, and then he popped them one by one.

As he moved, the boy in the bubble scroll also moved. Time flowed slowly, and five years passed like this.

These five years.

A young man named Zuo Shanhe studies profound skills in this temple where only he and his master are present.

He was indeed born intelligent, and understood the 'Wuguan Foundation Building' immediately.

According to his master, 'Zuo Dao Ren', Zuo Shanhe's natural talent is even better than the most talented people in the world.

I'm afraid it's no less than the cave immortals that might exist in the rumors.

But only five years.

His cultivation level was comparable to that of his master. At the end of the martial arts era, he developed a "great innate" state and achieved Vajra perfection.

From then on, the boy is eighteen years old and youth is forever.

However, his master 'Zuo Dao Ren' was old.

That year.

Zuo Shanhe went out to travel.

At that time, the 'Luotian Sect', which was ranked at the top of many extraordinary 'innate Taoist sects' and could be called the world's number one mysterious sect, participated in the 'Luotian Dharma Assembly' where the younger generation competed and won the first place.

Moreover, it is the unrivaled and undisputed number one.

A group of martial artists in their teens and twenties, who are young and energetic, have traveled far and wide and have considerable experience.

Many of them lived to this day and became giants of powerful families or mighty clans. With just a stomp of their feet, thousands of disciples would bow down to them.

But at that time, they were no match for a young immortal who could use his true energy, remain forever young, transform his energy into martial arts, and subdue everyone.

Hence, from then on, there was a 'mountain and river fairy' in the world. He became famous at a young age and his name was known throughout the northwest. He was also the reason why King Xuan admired this legend all his life.

When he returned to the mountain gate with full honors, he was determined to carry forward their lineage.
But on the way up the mountain.

He witnessed his master sucking people's blood.

He saw with his own eyes that his master, 'Zuodao Ren', was practicing some unknown evil method, with his fangs bared, and he was standing outside a village where a raging fire was burning, with gray hair draped over his shoulders and blood on the side of his face.

Just a look back.

Then he saw the "disciple" in white clothes and bare feet, stepping on the pure air, with white hair flying. He had already grown into a fully grown man. He opened his mouth slightly, with complicated eyes, but he didn't say much in the end, just left a sentence:
"As a teacher, I want to continue living."

"You do not understand."

"There is a secret technique in our lineage that was passed down from our ancestors. I have personally witnessed an ancestor prolong his life. This method is enough to extend his life for another ten or eight years. You have a great talent. If you practice the secret technique, maybe you will be able to do it."

"It is not impossible to comprehend the 'Yuan Dan' and comprehend the second level of 'Regeneration of Broken Limbs' and reach the realm of immortality of the physical body!"

That night, a raging fire was burning at the door of the village house.

A master and a disciple confront each other.

Then, early the next morning, when the village was burned to ashes,
Zuo Shanhe, who had lost one arm, cut off his master Zuo Daoren's head expressionlessly, and took the scroll of "secret technique" that Zuo Daoren had handed over before begging for mercy, and
Without even reading a single word, he said calmly and without hesitation——

Burn it to ashes!

He didn't even look at the name.

"Master, everyone wants to live, but how and by what method do we live?"

"This thing is like drinking water, only you know whether it is hot or cold."

"The Dharma is here, just practice it. Even if you can't practice it, it's fate."

“Why go astray?”

Zuo Daoren’s head rolled to the ground, his eyes still blinking.

He watched helplessly as his 'good disciple' burned his skills, and then smiled with satisfaction. But this smile contained a complexity that Zuo Shanhe did not understand at that time:

"You are more decisive than your teacher."

"Do you know why our lineage is passed down to only one person?"

"Because your master died in my hands just like you did when you tried to kill me."

"At that time, my attitude was the same as yours." "However, I was not as firm as you. I took back the secret technique and sealed it for a period of sixty years."

"But when I reached old age, I could not make any progress in my cultivation of profound skills. The second level was called 'regeneration of severed limbs', but no matter how I cultivated it, I could not make any progress at all."

“When I’m upset, I always feel like there’s a whisper in my ears and a demon in my heart.”

"Master, I have not yet achieved the Mysterious Skill, and have not yet reached the third level. It is always right for me not to want to die!"

"After all, I'm unwilling to accept it."

"Zuo Shanhe, if it were you, would you be willing?!"

Zuo Daoren’s eyes widened.

In response, the young immortal did not look at his "master", but looked at the burned village. After a long silence, he said:
"master."

“Actually, this isn’t the first time I’ve noticed this.”

"If you want to practice magic, you should do it openly. But your personality is so twisted, you..."

"Really? Can you still climb the avenue?"

this moment.

Zuo Shanhe has an ancestral orifice between his eyebrows, which gives birth to his spirit. When he was eighteen years old, blessing came to his mind, and he realized his spirit and entered the realm of freedom!
When his broken, empty arm was slowly reshaped under the repair of 'Qi' and was as good as new.
His master Zuo Daoren's gaze slowly froze.
Time seems to be frozen at this moment.

Zuo Shanhe, who had burst the bubble, now had a complicated look in his eyes. He was heartbroken. After walking back the way he came, he looked at the seemingly immortal young man with his eyes wide open. He said to his master:
"You can't say it,"

"Then I will testify."

Taoist Zuo saw that the Dharma he had been pursuing all his life was accomplished when Zuo Shanhe was the youngest, so he went completely crazy:
"If the second level can be achieved, what about the third level!?"

"Without a cave, without Qi, and without taking an unconventional approach with the sword, how can you succeed? Now that you have the potential for Yuandan, you are invincible in the world. If you devote all your energy to the entire northwest and establish the world's number one Xuanmen, you will have the support of the world, which is enough..."

boom!
After the birth of the soul, Zuo Shanhe vaguely felt that there was no familiar aura of the "master" on this head. He closed his eyes, used his Qi to control his martial arts, and displayed the unique skills that his master had taught him.
Destroy it.

then,

"If I fail,"

"There will always be someone who can come after you."

"but"

"Why do we need someone to come later?"

"'The Mysterious Art of Life and Death'."

"I will definitely be able to succeed and break this ridiculous rule that has been passed down for generations, 'Master accepts disciple, disciple kills master'!"

After burning everything.

Zuo Shanhe went up to Nirvana Mountain.

From then on, he founded his own school, combining the two words "life and death" from the original name "The Mysterious Art of Life and Death and Nirvana" with his own name, and named it "The Mysterious Art of Life and Death and Mountains and Rivers", and recruited many disciples.

In ten years, he created the world's number one mysterious sect. No matter whether it was the Dongtian Remnant Sect or the Xiantian Martial Sect, they were not as good as him in that era.

Zuo Shanhe watched all this silently.

Ten years, thirty years, fifty years, one hundred years
Time passes quietly like water.

I reached my peak when I was eighteen.

After practicing for more than a hundred years, his realm remained the same.

It's just that his understanding of the Mysterious Art of Life and Death, Mountains and Rivers, has reached a level of "unprecedented and unrivaled". He has cultivated this art to its limit, and he only needs an opportunity to achieve complete perfection.

And this opportunity.

He waited from the fall of Xuan State to the founding of Great Yin, and waited for the 'Meeting of the Top 16 Sects', but it was after he achieved Yuan Dan, overwhelmed all the heroes, and won the title of 'First in Xuan Sect' again.

Just waited for it.

Just when Zuo Shanhe was full of energy and ambition, and was ready to make further progress,
However, he fell dramatically in front of the 'Gate of Heaven'.

original,

The end of this method is actually an enlarged version of that secret technique.

From beginning to end, it's just going around in circles.

Even if he had achieved a level that his master Zuo Dao Ren could never reach in his lifetime, so what? In the end, wouldn't he still have to face this problem?

Because of that moment of hesitation, because of his perseverance in youth, his dedication to the Dharma, and his compassion for those disciples, he gave up any hope of going further and chose to die bravely.

Is it worth it?

Do you regret it?
Why not go astray!
Your teacher took a few wrong steps just to get to the second level, but if you take one wrong step, you will end up "knocking on the gate of heaven and being the only one in the history". Why don't you go? Why don't you go? !
What do you mean by "you can't succeed?" There will always be someone who can succeed. If you are gone, how can someone who comes after you succeed? How can they succeed?

Zuo Shanhe!
There seemed to be a voice roaring in his heart.

As the lines passed, clusters of bubbles exploded to form a picture scroll.

These scrolls turned into memories. After Zuo Shanhe had traced them back, they began to change gradually. They shook and squirmed, slowly forming black shadows that roared.
There are his inner demons, his teacher Zuo Daoren, and the ancestors of the Xuan Sect who once displayed the mountains and rivers of life and death on the "incense".
They were tempting him, accusing him, and berating him.

The 'mind' called Zuo Shanhe fell into the abyss step by step.

He began to sink.

But the flame condensed from the mind still condensed into a ball of fire in this boundless darkness.

It burns slowly,

Just like the raging fire in the village after he killed his master at the age of eighteen, it left a deep mark in his heart that will never be erased.

And in the outside world
Outside of Zuo Shanhe's skin, a wide-sleeved white robe embroidered with a red fire phoenix pattern suddenly began to burn without wind.

It was as if a nameless fire had started, burning his entire body to ashes!

Wow!
At this moment, the mortal body was completely consumed by the nameless anger, as if from then on, there was no trace of a person named "Zuo Shanhe" in the entire world.

Only his wide robe and big sleeves were left, fluttering in the huge and empty Shanhe Palace, which had not been cleaned for a while and looked a little dusty.

However----

Just when the fluttering robe had already fallen to the ground!
Mixed among them was a 'Yuan Dan' which was originally dim but now glowed brightly, and rolled out quietly with a 'gurgle' sound.

Crackling, crackling, there seemed to be cracks appearing on the Yuan Dan.

Until half an hour later!
With a 'bang', the Yuandan shattered!

A spirit suddenly rose from it, and then grew bigger and bigger, until it 'returned to the innate from the acquired', as if it was reshaped and reborn, shaping its body with Qi, standing upright, and stepping on the void!
Upon closer inspection, it is.
Zuo Shanhe!
At this moment, he had shed his old body and his mortal flesh, as if he had comprehended the essence of the soul and realized something that transcended the concept of 'soul'.

I only heard him groan softly:
"After going through many calamities, one finally realizes the truth."

"When the skin and flesh are shed, the soul is revealed."

"A level of 'eternal youth'."

"The second 'rebirth of broken limbs'."

"After the Triple."

"It means 'going against the innate nature and illuminating the original spirit'."

"This method is derived from the 'Mysterious Art of Life and Death Mountains and Rivers', but..."

“But it’s different from it.”

"It can be said that this is the end of the martial arts in the mortal world!"

"Let's call it 'Nirvana Primordial Spiritual Art'."

Sort out all the events of your life.

then,

In that darkness, he could hear the voice of "the devil in his heart", and he didn't know how long it had been, but Zuo Shanhe, who was holding on to the last spark of his heart,
With a little spark, a prairie fire can be set off completely!

He burned all the paths he had walked, and then at the extreme of regeneration of broken limbs, with his understanding of 'techniques' and 'Tao', he became a kind of 'Qi-transformed Tao body', just like returning from the acquired to the innate!
At this moment, he looked up at the sky.

The gate of heaven was waving to him.

However, Zuo Shanhe did not take this step.

Instead, he rode the wind in the air and looked towards the foot of the mountain.

便，
I saw a young man, facing the wind from all directions, standing still. At such a young age, he had the spirit of a master, just like myself in the past, so I smiled:
"Li Taxian, Li Taxian"

"What a big secret."

“What a big secret.”

"but,"

"The head of this sect is not a petty person who cherishes his own possessions and has delusional thoughts."

"Today I have received your teachings and have achieved the great Dao, then."

"This 'Martial Arts True Skill' at the end of this world should also be yours!"

(End of this chapter)