The Scholar of the Tristar Crescent Abode, the Holy King Is About to Complete?
In the Crescent Tristar Cave, ancient trees stood in great numbers, immortal clouds lingered, cranes cried, apes cried, and hundreds of flowers competed for beauty.
Outside the cave, a middle-aged Daoist was sitting on the main road, eloquent.
This person was none other than Patriarch Subhuti. His body was surrounded by the accumulation of the Dao, and the sound of Buddha chanted endlessly. There were 3,000 Great Daos, and many techniques were like a breeze as they poured out from his mouth.
The techniques of the three religions were at his fingertips, and all kinds of divine powers were displayed in a delicate and subtle manner.
For a moment, the surroundings were filled with heavenly flowers and golden lotuses. The vegetation swayed, and the beasts and birds listened quietly.
The Tao was natural, and the Zen nature was accessible. Patriarch Bodhi taught all kinds of people, and all living beings were intoxicated by it.
Even the birds on the trees and the tigers and leopards in the forest listened to the sermon quietly, as if they had comprehended something.
As for the hundreds of disciples of the Three Stars Cave, they were all sitting cross-legged on the ground, immersed in deep comprehension.
From time to time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth would follow the Taoist Connotation and Buddhist chants from Patriarch Subhuti's mouth and enter the Beizi in a mysterious trajectory.
Puff! Puff!
All kinds of sounds of breaking through cultivation realms came one after another.
However, just as the disciples were immersed in the enlightenment of the Sage's Dao lecture.
However, there was one disciple who did not fit in.
In the last row, in front of a stone table that was half the height of a person, a white-robed young man was sitting cross-legged on the ground. He was holding a brush with one hand and pressing his other hand on a book on the stone table. He was writing rapidly!
Halfway through his writing, the young man stopped writing and raised his head, revealing his handsome face. However, he sighed bitterly,"
"Sigh, I also want to cultivate, but I don't understand at all!”
It turned out that the young man's name was Ye Yuan, and he had transmigrated to the West World for five years.
In the beginning, Ye Yuan was very excited when he came to this world where saints existed.
He felt that his opportunity had finally arrived and that he could finally fulfill his immortal cultivation dream. From then on, he would soar into the sky and live for a long time.
He felt that he was a transmigrator and had foresight. He knew the direction of this world, knew the timing of treasures and opportunities, and would definitely be able to cultivate to become an immortal.
It was not that he did not dare to think about the Great Immortal Realm that had escaped the river of time and the body of a Saint that could not be destroyed by the Heavenly Dao.
He went around asking around and traveling around, exhausting all his efforts to enter the Tristar Crescent Abode and become a disciple of Patriarch Subhuti.
However, as time passed, Ye Yuan's heart gradually turned cold. It had been five years since he had awakened the system.
What was even crueler was that he did not have any cultivation aptitude at all. Even his roots were just ordinary mortals.
Not to mention becoming a Saint, he couldn't even step on the Three Pure Ones. He couldn't even achieve the most basic entry-level Immortal Cultivation!
Not to mention the great divine powers such as the Grand-grade Heavenly Immortal Art, the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, the Seventy-Two Transformations, and the Somersault Cloud, he could not even master the most ordinary Qi cultivation technique!
He could not cultivate at all!
It had been five years, and the disciples who had come together had already reached the Immortal Soul Third Level. In a few more years, they would become Earth Level Deities and achieve Great Freedom.
However, he was still a mortal who needed three meals a day and had to face birth, old age, illness, and death.
It would be a lie to say that he was not envious. However, reality was extremely cruel. No matter how Ye Yuan thought of a way, he was unable to step onto the path of cultivation!
In his despair, he could only wait for death in the Three Stars Cave!
In the past year, he had begun to recognize reality and pull himself together.
He planned to open a bookstore in this world of the West and find a quiet corner in the human world to be an ordinary bookstore owner.
Far away from the battles between immortals, ghosts, demons, and devils in this world, just accompanying the ebb and flow of the tide every day, accompanying the clouds, and quietly living out this life was not bad.
Therefore, he started to write some web novels that he had read in his previous life. He planned to accumulate some wealth. After he finished writing, he would go down the mountain and live the life of an ordinary person.
Today was the last chapter of his novel," Holy King ". The main character, Yang Qi, was about to become a peerless Holy King, defeat the final BOSS, and become the ruler of the Holy King World.
Ye Yuan stretched his back and said,"
"Translating modern words into classical Chinese is really tiring. Although the length has been greatly reduced, the meaning of each word has increased a lot.
In fact, some of the cultivation techniques gradually became lively under his pen. It was as if Buddha could jump out of the paper at any time and come to this world.”
Even so, Ye Yuan only sighed at the great improvement in his brush strength and did not think too much about it.
Actually, at this moment, other than Ye Yuan who was listening to the Patriarch's lecture, there was another person who was not cultivating.
It was a monkey dressed in coarse clothes. It was not that he did not understand. Instead, he heard every word and sentence of the ancestor.
The reason why he was unwilling to cultivate was that the 3,000 Great Dao taught by the Patriarch involved too many things. He did not know which one to cultivate.
However, he could feel that the ancestor had described every cultivation technique in a profound manner, and every sentence contained the truth.
He couldn't help but dance around, scratching his ears and cheeks as he beamed.
This time, the commotion was actually not big.
However, the ancestor stopped preaching and looked at the monkey. It was as if he had already known that the monkey would react like this and was prepared.
"You monkey, why are you jumping around and not listening to me?”
For a moment, everyone was interrupted. All the cultivators opened their eyes and turned to look at the monkey.
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