Yuan Qingwei didn't speak, and was silent for a moment before sighing, saying, "If you compare practice to water pumping, then this is the case!"

As he said that, Yuan Qingwei reached out to the pond next to the two of them, and his magic power was circulating. Straws of water vapor rose, gathered in his palms, turning into a little drop of water and said: "If you don't have enough roots to practice, it means that you cannot intercept the vital energy that runs between heaven and earth. You can only use a very complicated and troublesome method to cut a drop of water from the pond of vital energy and store it bit by bit for emergencies."

Then Yuan Qingwei pointed to the cup on the table and said, "This cup is like a root of Acheng who can practice. His practice is actually to put the cup lid into the pond to fetch water. There may be leaks in the middle, but in the end, you can get more water every time. If there is a correct method, you can get more. He doesn't need to do too much before filling the cup."

"Then, Acheng's breakthrough in practice is to constantly change larger containers. However, your practice requires more of the initial container process. Moreover, this acquired container is much weaker than the roots condensed from reincarnation. The worse ones are like paper-paste cups that cannot contain any water. The better ones are similar to balloons, and water can be stored in it, but the more stored it, the easier it is to break it."

"Is there no other way?" Huang Sheng frowned. Although he had known for a long time that he had no possibility of practicing, it was impossible to be lost after hearing such a metaphor.

Seeing this, Yuan Qingwei sighed secretly in his heart, and the other methods were not without them, but these methods have their own concreteness and shortcomings to a greater or lesser extent, and are not suitable as a method to guide Huang Sheng into the beginning.

The two fell into a brief silence. After a while, Huang Sheng asked for something he had liked these days, and left alone.

Yuan Qing shook his head, taught Guan Cheng for another hour, and said, "Now, you have three months to join me, and your cultivation is considered to be an entry. I have nothing new to teach you for a while. You practice alone, I have gained some insights in the past few days."

Return to the dark room in the temple.

There is a wooden chariot that is only reduced in proportion and is the size of a palm in the dark room.

The chariot is very finely made. The top is three layers of dome cover, with a round upper layer, a lotus pattern, a four-corner middle layer, a four-spirit pattern, an eight-corner lower layer, an innate Eight Trigrams, and a garland hanging over clouds to obstruct the sight. The chariot is equipped with a lotus throne, and the flowers are blooming in the ninth grade and eighty-one petals. The surface of the futon placed in the center is covered with the texture of the compass left by the ghost bus in the past. Similar patterns also appear on the left and right sides of the chariot on the wheels placed. Finally, there are two straight shafts in front of the chariot, which can fix the mount, and the surface is carved with the patterns of cranes.

Yuan Qingwei took it into his hand, closed his eyes and pondered, and his meaning was sinking into the sea of ​​consciousness. This time it was different from before. Yuan Qingwei, who entered Qingwei Palace again, didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but felt that this time he entered it, the connection with Qingwei Palace seemed a little closer than the last time, and at the same time, the causal constraints left by Taoist Songxi were also aggravated.

After looking at the small carriage that also appeared in his hand, Yuan Qingwei decided to quickly resolve this cause and effect, and then go and see what remains in the next cushion.

Sitting on the cushion of Taoist people in Songxi, through the connection in the dark, consciousness descended into another world.

During this period, there was no light and shadow effect, nor any wonderful feeling. It was just that it was transferred from one place to another in a blink of an eye.

As soon as he arrived, Yuan Qingwei felt a cold force eroding himself. With a thought, the carriage in his hand flew out instantly, increasing in mid-air, and finally safely protecting Yuan Qingwei's soul.

This carriage is actually a treasure used by Taiyi Temple to communicate the yin and yang worlds in the past. When Taiyi Temple was at its peak, it also opened up a spiritual realm of its own sect, and there were many people who died in it. This carriage is to allow the Lord of the Domain to enter and exit the Yin world, with all kinds of mystery, and the most important one is to protect the soul from external forces.

‘Does it come directly to the underworld? Not bad!’ Yuan Qing raised his eyes slightly and looked at the surrounding environment. He saw the surrounding wind, a vast mountain and bad water, and wisps of turbid air rolling around. There were only a few auspicious places with incense worship, which should be the shallow underworld projected from a certain mountainous area.

One by one, the lonely ghosts wandered around the underworld, and from time to time they had to endure the blowing of the cold wind. As their bodies swayed, they seemed to disappear at any time.

‘Compared with the records in the main world, there is nothing scary about the underworld here.’ Thinking of this, Yuan Qingwei still bounced his fingers, and the surrounding garlands and clouds appeared faintly, and the three layers of dome covers on the top also changed. The Bagua lines evolved into many scriptures, hanging down along the garlands, and the auspicious cloud lines turned into clouds, among which there were lotus flowers, blooming precious light, illuminating the surroundings with peace.

The crane pattern on the straight shaft in front of the chariot also burst out with a faint glow. The phantoms of the nine chariots appeared, like horses pulling a carriage, being held by illusory ropes and flying with the chariot.

The chariot slowly moved forward, but a lonely ghost who was just under the chariot changed. Under the illumination of the precious light, wisps of gray air rose on the surface of his body, and then the dead soul involuntarily showed great joy and a great tranquility, turning into a little spiritual light and escaping into the darkness.

At the same time, a little bit of plain white aura fell from the darkness. Yuan Qingwei put it into his palm, and a trace of excitement appeared in his eyes.

‘Yinde! There is actually Yinde! And the incense vows can be conveyed! In this way, the divine way is not completely impossible!’ Yuan Qingwei thought, and drove to a lucky place with incense offerings.

Yuan Qingwei kept observing the essence of the auspicious land. The more he observed, the more excited he felt.

‘Compared with the records in the sect’s classics, the auspicious land here seems to have only the power to protect the dead souls, and even the will of the dead souls cannot be completely preserved. These ancestor spirits do not have much self-will except for the instinct of protecting the family. But the existence of the auspicious land essentially means the possibility of the spiritual realm. In this way, I may not be able to establish a Shinto system!’

Thinking of this, Yuan Qingwei was empty and felt the mysterious connection with him in the dark: 'The only problem is, why did Taoist Songxi not discover this at that time, did he not try it, or was it because of his own problems?'

Yuan Qingwei thought, and carefully sensed the existence of Qingwei Palace. He found that the connection between Qingwei Palace and himself was still very close, and he could return there with a thought, but in contrast, this world also had some connection that bound him and prevented him from leaving.

‘Is the cause and effect of the Taoist people in Songxi?’ Yuan Qing carefully moved the corresponding cause and effect, felt the feedback of the cause and effect, and said curiously: ‘It’s interesting, does the Taoist people in Songxi have a inheritance? According to his memory, shouldn’t it be cut off?’
Chapter completed!