Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 2 The Lord of Dongzhenxu

  Dao Channel is the foundation of practice.

  This "dao" is not the way of the door, but the way of the avenue. Regardless of Buddhism, Taoism, Art of War, or other genres, practitioners must take the manifestation of Taoism as the first way to practice.

  In ancient times, the so-called cultivation seeds were the generations who were born with the Dao pulse. However, the human race does not fix life with innate talent, and the open pulse pill is one of the ways to solve the cultivation aptitude.

  Borrowing the power of pill to manifest the body's dao pulse. It can also revitalize the world and nourish the flesh. Qi and blood feedback, thus nurturing Dao Yuan and embarking on the road of spiritual practice.

  Speaking of it, compared to Zuo Guanglie's appliances that were destroyed by the explosion, the Kaimai Pill should not be considered precious.

  But for this beggar trapped in poverty, this is the only key to unlock the treasure of the human body.

  The only death in the ages is difficult, and the fate is so desperate to beg God!

  Now, the beggar has grasped his key of hope.

  He is so religious.

  He held the jade bottle with trembling hands, pointed his trembling lips at the mouth of the bottle, and fell down!

Next to    is the silent view, and in the distance are the corpses of a group of beggars, with fragmented flesh and blood on the side.

  At this moment, the sunset is shining, and the sky is scattered. The corpse is in the wild, and the sick beggar swallows the pill.

The Kaimai Dan rolled off the tip of the tongue, turned into a warm current, fell down the throat, and dispersed into the limbs.

  The beggar closed his eyes slightly, and at this moment thousands of pictures flowed in his mind.

  Work hard in the cold and heat, practice sword in spring and autumn.

   Hunt for thieves and fight against the bandits.

  In the end, he walked down from Xishan where the bandits gathered solo and became a blood man.

  This was the result of an Open Pulse Pill.

  How many years has he used to approach the extraordinary world?

  He tried his best, he struggled all the time for progress, how did he get to this point?

  My mother died early, and the father who died later almost ran out of the last remaining wealth in the family.

  He is alone, and he is his support.

  After being admitted to the Taoist Academy in the competition of one thousand miles, and taking the lead in the fierce competition in the outer courtyard, he finally grasped the key to the extraordinary for the first time.

  But close behind...

   means poisoning and siege.

  He desperately tried to find a way out, and in order to avoid searching, he got into the pile of beggars.

  I wanted to wait for the opportunity, but my body could no longer hold on.

  He is getting weaker and weaker, and finally can only lie hopelessly on the straw, waiting for death.

  He dragged the sick body and struggled out to search the battlefield, only because of a heart that would never give up, but he did not expect to find an Kaimai Dan!

   is as strong as Zuo Guanglie's existence, and why he carries an Open Pulse Pill on his body? The reason for this has already ended with his legend, and no one knows anymore.

  But the story of the beggar has been continued with a new chapter.

  Fate is unpredictable, and there is nothing more than this.

  The beggar turns his mind and feels the indescribable changes in his body.

  He felt the warm power radiating from all corners of his body, "swimming" through the body in a way he couldn't understand, and finally converging towards the spine.

  The process is slow and clear.

  I don’t know how long it took, and there was a weak force rising from the tail vertebra, up and up along the spine. It feels like there is an earthworm upstream in the river.

  This process is very difficult, but the warm power from all parts of the body is constantly relying on it..."Little Earthworm" finally swims through this long journey, penetrates the ridgeline, and reaches the heavenly spirit!

  A miracle happened.

  He seemed to see light in his body.

   Warmth bursts from every corner of the body and limbs.

  He no longer perceives cold, no longer feels weak, no longer feels pain.

   Dao pulse is present, nourishing vitality.

  The beggar opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming.

  He felt full of power in his body, and he finally controlled his destiny once again!

  His Dao veins have already appeared. Although the true spirit of Dao veins is just a little earthworm of the lowest level, it also means that he can officially embark on a path of transcendence.

  Flying to the sky, going in and out of Qingming, no longer an unreachable dream!

  One day, Rambai, Mo Jingyu, and even Zuo Guanglie, Li Yi... these thunderous big figures, he can do what they can do!

  ...

  The beggar stood up and stared at the pile of minced meat under his feet.

  Life stares at death, the opening connection ends.

  He buried Zuo Guanglie and the beggars outside Poguan. Rao was the first to show his energy and energy, and he didn't finish his work until the middle of the moon.

  This is a trivial matter that may be useless, but it is the truth he practices.

  Although the group of beggars chose to abandon him when the danger came, they did not abandon him in the wilderness in the days when he was dying. Although he couldn't ask for medicine for him, but at least gave him a few sips of water to drink.

  Relying on these, if possible, they should also be asked to enter the land for safety. Don't suffer in this life, and still be helpless in the next life.

  People believe that peace can only be achieved by entering the soil. Only in the embrace of the vast expanse and thick compassion can the dead soul rest in peace.

  Finally, the beggar stood in front of Zuo Guanglie’s grave.

"The one who buried you is not an unknown person, Fenglin City, Qinghe County, Zhuangguo..." Under the moonlight, a beggar stood in front of a small grave, his body was greasy and his hands were muddy, but his back was straight and his back was extremely frank and said his name: Jiang Wang."

  The tiger is not written, but has the spirit of eating cattle.

   "You didn't die in an unknown place, here is called Huanzhenguan. Although the inscription on the plaque is difficult to distinguish, and the name is unknown, it will definitely be known to the world because of you!"

  After saying these words, Jiang Wang bent down and bowed earnestly: "May you have spirit in the sky and rest in peace."

  This bow is not only because of the open pulse pill left by Zuo Guanglie, but also because of his compassion, magnanimity and bravery.

People like Zuo Guanglie deserve any respect.

  Tonight is the full moon, and the bright moon shines on the new tomb.

  There seems to be a breeze blowing in the dark.

  Jiang Wang saw that from Zuo Guanglie's grave, a little silver light floated up, slowly rising in the moonlight, and converging into a small, silver crescent moon. It floats above the new tomb, where Jiang Wang can reach, looks mysterious and noble.

"this is…"

  Jiang Wangfu to his soul.

  He stretched out his hand and grabbed the silver crescent moon.

  The eyes are black.

  In the almost endless darkness, a gentle voice sounded. This voice seems to contain the truth of heaven and earth, the mystery of the great road, and it makes the mind refreshing when it is heard.

   "Gong Ying Dong Zhenxu the Lord of the Blessed Land!"

  At the next instant, a little light appeared, and countless points of light appeared.

  Countless lights obscured his vision. When Jiang Wang regained his vision, he saw that a bright galaxy was surging in the vast darkness in front of him!

  Before the galaxy, there was a young man suspended.

  The person’s eyes are clear, his nose is high and straight, and his expression is so gentle as if he doesn’t have any aggressiveness. Only the slightly pressed lips show a trace of stubbornness. Except for a robe of invisible material, there is no other decoration on his body.

   Jiang Wang was stunned.

  Because this boy is himself. Although the clothes are different and they are much cleaner and fresher than his own status, how can he admit himself wrong?

   And he is “looking” at himself in a non-visual sense from a perspective that he cannot yet understand for the time being.

   "Dao Yuan's feedback is insufficient, and the nineteenth floor of the stage is sealed."

  The gentle voice resounded again in the vast starry sky.

   "The eighteenth floor of the stage seal."

  ...

   "Second floor seal of the stage."

Every time the sentence    appears, the galaxy in front of him is dimmed.

   Jiang Wang tried to understand what he had observed, and then heard:

   "The Seal of the Third Grade Discussing Jiantai."

  "The Seal of the Fourth Grade Discussing the Jiantai."

  As before, it continued until the "Eight-Rank Discussing the Sword Platform Seal." Then it stopped.

   Jiang Wang didn't understand the meaning of this, but it had something to do with his low strength. The so-called "Master of Dongzhen Ruins" should be Zuo Guanglie, not him.

  At the same time, he observed a line of text that he had never seen before floating in his sight.

  This text is completely different from the Zhuangguo text he has studied. It is extremely unfamiliar to him, but he clearly perceives the meaning of these texts.

   "Gong: One thousand eight hundred and fifty points."

  Jiang Wang was wondering, the self he "saw" suddenly took a step forward and became one with him.

  This process is so short that it can almost be omitted, Jiang Wang moved his hands and feet, and he was all satisfied. In this mysterious world, he finally has a certain sense of entity.

  In the next moment, the stars in the vast void suddenly churned, and a whole shining galaxy came to him!

  He was submerged in the galaxy.

  Time seems to have lost the meaning of passing. When Jiang Wang came back to his senses, he had already appeared in an immortal space, and many messages flowed through his mind at the same time.

  This is the world of too illusory realm. The Dongzhen Rufu where he is located is in the package of this world.

  The silver crescent moon he grabbed was called the virtual key, and it was the key to enter here. It draws the host's spiritual consciousness into the realm of illusion with the help of the superyin star power.

  All the simulations here are no different from the real situation except that they will not cause damage to the actual physical body of the host.

  Daotai is a place for deduction of Gongfa Daoshu, and the cost of deduction is "gong".

  Lunjiantai is dedicated to travel through the illusory realm, and compete with other practitioners.

   "Gong" is produced mostly from battles. In battles of the same rank, merit is added if you win, and merit is deducted if you lose. There are corresponding bonuses for higher-level challenges.

  There are other ways besides this. For example, the corresponding Dongtian blessed land will have "gong" output on a regular basis.

   Among the seventy-two blessed places, Donghai Mountain, the lowest ranked blessed place, produces 100 merits every month. And for each level of the lower 36 blessed land, the productivity increases by ten. For each level of the upper 36 blessed land, the output will be increased by 100.

  Zuo Guanglie’s Dongzhenxu blessed land is ranked 23rd and can produce 1,850 points per month.

  This is Jiang Wang's current supply.

   Although the specific effect is not yet clear, Jiang Wang has already heard his own fierce heartbeat.

  This place...this place!

  In this splendid galaxy world, it seems that there are huge secrets lurking.

  Only the stage of the stage and the stage of the sword it showed, it unfolded a vast and turbulent world.

   Performing Taoism in Fudi and discussing swords in Xinghe, how magnificent!

  And before today, Jiang Wang hadn’t even heard of its name.

   His mood was agitated for a while, until he cast his gaze on a phantom sundial and saw this line of text:

  The master of the blessed land will accept the challenge of the master of the twenty-four green jade altar of the blessed land 30 days later.

  Failure will degrade.

  The five characters are black as black as ink, and the characters are like a thousand words.

  　 "The only death in the ages is difficult, and the fate is to beg for grace." The original sentence is "the only death in the ages is difficult, and the sadness can only die, madam." I changed the second half of the sentence.

  (End of this chapter)