Chapter 121 The bottleneck

Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.

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After the incident in Shanqi, Mo Chuan left quietly and returned to the wilderness thousands of miles away. He entered the dream method with Tai Xuan and devoted himself to understanding the true Tao.

In the twelfth lunar month, the temperature drops sharply, and the desolate atmosphere of autumn makes people feel a bit more desolate.

At the end of the year, Mochuan's popularity has become even more popular.

It turns out that the old people in the mountains could not withstand the cold, so they passed away one after another, and their souls returned to Daoshan.

Under the soul-calling flags rustling in the wind, white mourning robes, straw sandals and bamboo hats, torches in rattan baskets... coming and going endlessly, the incense in the Wanchao Cave floats in the cold wind, never to be extinguished.

Mo Chuan sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, looking at the suffering in the world and cultivating the road to immortality, feeling neither sad nor happy.

At midnight that day, a stick of incense curled up.

The familiar smell made him ponder for a long time, but he couldn't help but turn away the incense and take a look.

Under the moonlight, in Shanqi Village, the old couple of the Chen family knelt in the hall to worship and murmured prayers.

In the side room, two children, a sister and a brother, were sleeping soundly.

The food grains of other families in Shanqi Village were temporarily enlarged, but the food grains of the Chen family were permanently solidified. Others may have believed the government propaganda, but the old Chen family did not believe it after all.

'It's quite a bit of a conscience.'

Mo Chuan chuckled and was about to look away when two more incense sticks appeared.

It is still the familiar Shanqi Village.

Mo Chuan looked again, but it was Chen Jiaofu, the head of the Shanqi household, kneeling in the darkness of the side room, thinking quietly.

"The little old man offered incense to the Xian family. I hope the Xian family is not to blame. The government has been keeping a close eye on it and has only slacked off in the past few days. Shanqi Village can survive this disaster. Thanks to the Xian family's magic, the little old man can't help.

The Immortal Family builds monuments and temples, asking for the Immortal Family's understanding. From now on, when I am here, the Immortal Family will have a scent of incense. I don't ask for the Immortal Family's protection, but I just ask the Immortal Family not to blame the people of Shanqi Village..."

In addition to Chen Jiaofu, there was also an old couple who Mo Chuan had not noticed, who also secretly smoked a stick of incense.

The difference is that they brought in the ignorant children, pressed their heads and kowtowed, claiming that their ancestors were blessing them, but the incense went straight to Mo Chuan.

"There are more than a hundred households in Shanqi Village. Although only three households offer incense, it's worth it!"

Mo Chuan laughed, the depression in his heart was swept away, and his mood suddenly became brighter.

It even diluted the bad news reported by Monk Dengcao.

——But the breath of grass and trees cannot ripen the fruit of Eagle Strike on Cliff Mountain.

——In other words, the Eagle Strikes the Cliff Mountain Fruit is purely catalyzed by the Qi of the earth veins, so it can be ripe once a year, and one fruit can add two years of spiritual practice. Without the Qi of the Earth Veins, this mountain fruit will be lost.

No matter what, instead of the Eagle Strike Mountain Fruit, he still has other herbs, which he can cultivate for a year and a half, which is enough to turn into a century-old medicinal material.

In mid-December, Mo Chuan finally reached Jiazi, and then... stopped at Jiazi.

No matter how much he swallowed the essence of the sun, moon, and stars, and even the vital energy of incense, his cultivation still could not make any progress, as if he had encountered a legendary bottleneck.

"No wonder Huang Buyu is close to the level of Jiazi, but he wants to ask the Chen family to block the canal. It turns out that Jiazi is a threshold! Come to think of it, Huang Buyu wants to use external help to break this threshold."

At this point in my practice, many things that I had not understood during my practice suddenly became clear to me.

At this point, the disadvantages of having no family or sect are also highlighted.

If there is a sect and a master can give you a few pointers, it doesn't matter whether it is useful or not, at least it will give you a direction to work towards.

His eyes will not go dark and he will not understand what he is talking about.

In desperation, Mo Chuan listened to Yunji Guan's lectures for several days, but never mentioned the Jiazi bottleneck.

That's right, despite the fact that in the past six months, he has come into contact with many great demons of sixty or more.

Even the thousand-year-old boss has met four of them.

There is an illusion in a trance that "jiats are everywhere and thousands of years are as numerous as dogs".

In fact, these thousand-year-old monsters have a pattern that has not changed for hundreds of years. As for Jiazi cultivation, it is also very rare.

Otherwise, how could Huang Buyu be so excited if he was granted the seal of prophecy by Mo Chuan and transformed into a human form?

"If it doesn't work out, just bury yourself."

Mo Chuan, who had no idea what to do, had a sudden idea in his mind.

Tuo Yunshan Thousand Years of Flying Zombie once said:

"Take a hole in the earth's veins, bury it again, and renew the energy of the earth's veins. After thousands of years, magical powers will emerge on their own!"

Given his current situation, it is possible to break through the Jiazi bottleneck by re-sealing the cave of the earth veins and borrowing the energy of the earth veins.

"How about giving it a try?"

As his mind moved, Mo Chuan was about to respond to the incense of Shoushan Mountain and use half of the Shoushan Mountain veins to break through Jiazi's cultivation level. Unexpectedly, a beautiful shadow slowly came from the secluded path in the mountains and fields.

When the figure saw the Wanchao Cave, it raised its head in a tacit understanding. Under the cover of autumn leaves, where the incense was lingering, the Taoist shadow crossed its legs, as quiet as a rock.

Wei Li smiled, looking through the autumn water and frowning at the pale spring mountain.

Today I finally get to see him.

She picked up her newly cultivated Yuan Qi and stepped on the vines and convex rocks, like a martial arts master, flying over the eaves and walking over the walls.

Seeing Weili again, Mo Chuan raised his eyebrows.

Compared to the Wei Li wearing a silver crown, a red dress, or a pleated skirt in his memory, Wei Li is dressed quite simply today.

Wearing linen clothes and deer boots, the sleeves and hem were showing signs of wear and tear, making her look like an ordinary village girl.

However, under the crows on the temples, her eyebrows are painted in black, and her cheeks are pink and glowing, just like Chang'e who descended into the homes of ordinary people and was banished to immortality.

Simple clothes do not conceal her charming temperament.

"Dear Taoist friends. We meet again after a long absence. I miss you so much. I see you today. You have stepped into the Taoist gate. Congratulations."

Mo Chuan stood up and held his hands with a smile.

The words "I miss you so much" made Wei Li's eyes light up.

"The last time we said goodbye, the little girl thought it would be rare to see her again. Unexpectedly, the master's mountain gate is in the mountains, and she had always wanted to come over and pay a visit, but the master kept a close eye on her and was not allowed to go free. Now that she is starting to practice, the master only allowed her two days of leave.

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Wei Li's eyes were like a crescent moon, and he talked about the current situation and explained why he hadn't been here for so long.

"Strict teachers produce great disciples. It seems that Taoist friends are going to meet a good teacher."

"Well, the master treats me as if he were his own son. He never tires of teaching and preaching. It's just that I have a stupid temper, which makes the master suffer a lot."

Wei Li chatted about the current situation for a few words, and then the topic turned to Mo Chuan: "Have you been practicing in the mountains during this time, fellow Taoist?"

"That's right. I have been practicing alchemy in the mountains recently."

Speaking of this, Mo Chuan slapped his forehead and said, "Look at my brain. When I saw an old friend, I was busy reminiscing about the past, but I forgot about etiquette."

As he spoke, he turned his hands, took out two porcelain bottles, and handed them over.

"When Taoist friends first entered the Taoist sect, these two bottles of new elixirs were given to them as congratulatory gifts. I hope you don't dislike them."

"You're welcome, fellow Taoist!"

Wei Li was polite, but couldn't wait to take the elixir, and looked at it fondly, while the fawn jumped.

It's not that he's happy with pills.

Instead, he was struck by the skin-to-skin contact between receiving and receiving elixirs.

"Fellow Taoist...are you good at alchemy?"

"That's right. If my fellow Taoist wants to refine some elixirs in the future, I may be able to do it for you."

"Really? That little girl will thank you fellow Taoist in advance."

"Haha, you're welcome."

On the top of Wanchao Mountain, the west wind rustled, but when the wind entered the room between the two of them, it turned into the warmth of spring under the climb.

The two of them sat opposite each other, sipping tea, chatting about current affairs, and talking about the truth. A beautiful woman felt happy in the company, but a concubine was sentimental and dared not speak. The conversation was sticky, but also hazy and dreamy, just like fireflies following the moon.

Before you know it, dusk has arrived.

Wei Li felt reluctant to leave, so he stood up and left, not wanting to give the impression of being ungrateful.

Mo Chuan handed him over.

Seeing him dressed in white, hidden among the mountains and fields.

"There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don't know it."

A sound that sounded like laughter or teasing came.

Mo Chuan calmly turned around and saw the red pheasant, the god of Fengming Cave, appearing behind a huge boulder at some unknown moment.

"Is it possible that Pindao has been hit by a peach blossom disaster recently? Why did he fall alone one by one?" Mo Chuan smiled half-heartedly.

"It's a shame that the human monster has a different path. I will regret it for the rest of my life!" Chi Zhi replied. I don't know whether it is a real regret or a fake regret.

Mo Chuan didn't get any favors, so he simply got straight to the point: "I don't know what your friend is here for?"

The red pheasant looked solemn and said meaningfully: "On New Year's Eve, thousands of demons will welcome the new year together, and Taoist friends will enter the living room. Don't miss it."

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