Chapter 507

The long night is deep with incense feelings, just like waking up from a dream of yellow millet.

Do not say that immortals and mortals are finally separated, the Dao heart is passed on in Lu Zu's temple.

The big moon hangs alone, setting off the cold stars in the long sky.

The ghostly incense Qi seemed not to have dissipated yet; inside the dilapidated house, Lu Xianyang kowtowed repeatedly, the sound of his head hitting the ground like gold and stone thrown into a human heart, thunder appearing in the long night.

"No..."

Facing Lu Xianyang's sudden action, Zhang Fan was first taken aback, but before he could stop him, the youth had already performed the great ritual of three bows and nine kowtows.

Zhang Fan looked at Lu Xianyang, whose eyes were clear and contained expectation, and felt a thousand emotions in his heart.

The talent of this child was indeed rare.

Especially that innocent heart that had not been carved, simple and natural, unstained by dust, his state of mind clear and agile, secretly matching the appearance of heaven and earth's wonderful perception.

Such a foundation was truly one in ten thousand; if carved, even in the Age of Dharma Decline, I fear he would have heaven-defying achievements and accomplishments.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan felt something in his heart.

The two were separated by thousands of miles, and originally there was no intersection in their fates.

But because he had suffered a life-and-death calamity and ended up here, he met this youth, took shelter in this dilapidated Lu Zu temple, and was healed by Lu Zu's legacy; the unintentional passing on of the Dharma actually made this youth have the thought of becoming a disciple.

This drink and peck were truly an extraordinary fate; in the dark, it seemed as if there was really the status of master and disciple pulling them together.

"Your aptitude is good, and your temperament is also suitable for practicing the Dao, better than I was back then," Zhang Fan whispered solemnly.

He could see that Lu Xianyang was mature for his age, with a firm and steady character, most suitable for practicing the Dao.

By comparison, when Zhang Fan was his age, he was sharp and exposed, too playful, and had taken many detours.

"Unfortunately, I am now in the midst of a great calamity, fleeing for my life, unable to even protect myself; if you follow me, you will only invite a fatal disaster and be implicated," Zhang Fan shook his head and sighed softly.

He was now a wanted criminal pursued by the Dao Alliance, the "Sect Master" of the Wu Wei Sect on the cusp of the storm, with enemies all over the world, and the road ahead was full of calamities, which could be described as murderous at every step.

If he took this pure-hearted, gifted youth by his side, it would be no different from throwing a bright pearl into a sea of blood and mud; not only could he not protect him, but he would also cause him to have continuous calamities, and his life might not even be preserved.

"Without going through a hundred or a thousand calamities, how can one obtain the method of longevity?" Lu Xianyang didn't get up, but instead said.

"If Master didn't have such a calamity, how could he meet me? If I didn't have many hardships in my youth and ended up in a sea of bitterness, how could I become a disciple under Master?"

Lu Xianyang was not old, but his mind was clear, seeing through the fire, as if he had already seen through the changes of the world, glimpsed the life and death of calamities, and the fate that arose naturally.

Such sensitivity, such transparency, such mystery...

"The wisdom root of an immortal reincarnated," Zhang Fan looked at Lu Xianyang and couldn't help but sigh.

Lu Xianyang was like this, young, had never practiced, yet his heart was like an innocent child, his soul-aspect had not entered ignorance, and he happened to have a trace of spiritual light that did not go out, like a heart lamp burning, very much like those immortals reincarnated and ancestors reborn in ancient legends.

"You are young, but you already understand such truths, your Dao heart is firm, it seems you have already reached the point of no return."

Zhang Fan's thoughts turned, and he had already made a decision in his heart, sighing softly.

"Our fate is like this; although I am in a calamity, I am unwilling to see a bright pearl covered in dust."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan looked at Lu Xianyang gently.

"Three feet above, Lu Zu is present; from now on, you will be recorded under my name. One day when I escape this great calamity, you and I will surely have a day of reunion. At that time, if your Dao heart has not changed, you will be my, Zhang Fan's, disciple."

Once these words were spoken, it was like rolling thunder, with the sound of gold and stone.

Lu Xianyang's eyes were clear, like ten thousand miles of long sky, the starlight not going out, and also like a hundred mountains and a hundred peaks, which heaven and earth could not move.

"Master's teachings, disciple will keep in mind."

Lu Xianyang knew that what Zhang Fan said was a way of protection, not wanting him to die young, and immediately kowtowed heavily again, worshipping.

"I didn't expect that I would already have a disciple at such a young age; fate is like this, in the dark, it seems like Lu Zu is guiding us!!"

Zhang Fan sighed in his heart; how could he have expected that on this road of fleeing for his life, in Lu Zu's temple, he would actually have an extra disciple.

"The way of cultivation has always been step-by-step; even those with heaven-defying talent cannot achieve it overnight, unless they are like those great sages in history, who did not practice techniques, only understood truths, realized the Dao morning and evening, and became saints in one step."

Zhang Fan looked at Lu Xianyang and suddenly whispered.

Throughout history, great sages never practiced supernatural powers and techniques; to them, those were merely minor paths.

What they participated in, what they realized, was the true Dao, the true truth, matching the human world and conforming to nature.

Hearing the Dao morning and evening, becoming a saint in a square inch.

Unfortunately, such great sages were few and far between in the long river of time.

Ordinary people practicing, even if they had the appearance of a monster, had to practice step-by-step.

"The era is different now; your foundation is shallow, and now you have become a disciple under my door; if you don't grow up early, I fear there will be no such day," Zhang Fan sighed.

Becoming his disciple was destined to have many calamities, and great enemies were coming; without sufficient strength, becoming the ashes of calamity was only a matter of time.

This was Lu Xianyang's choice, and naturally, it was also his fate.

"I will give you a calamity," Zhang Fan suddenly said.

"A calamity?" Lu Xianyang was stunned for a moment.

"Didn't you just say it? A calamity is a fatal disaster, but also a medicine for longevity; the greater the calamity, the greater the fate. If you can withstand this calamity, you can make rapid progress in a short time."

"This is stealing heaven's secret," Zhang Fan's gaze suddenly became as cold as a cold pool.

Stealing heaven's secret, stealing heaven's secret, was to intercept that glimmer of survival amidst the rolling killing intent, participating in the creation of the Dao, and achieving the extraordinary.

"Are you afraid?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Afraid, but also not afraid," Lu Xianyang said solemnly.

"What does that mean?" Zhang Fan asked.

"I have Master's protection, naturally I have no taboos and am fearless; this is not being afraid."

"But I am also afraid that the calamity is not big enough, and that the transformation of the calamity and the change of fortune will not be strong enough," Lu Xianyang's eyes were clear and fearless, word by word, with the sound of gold and stone.

"Good boy."

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and his fingertips quietly condensed a wisp of golden substance that was as thin as a silk thread, yet dazzling, as if containing supreme creation and pure thoughts.

This wisp of golden substance was the residue of his just-refined incense spiritual power, originally intended to be used as a life-saving measure at a critical moment.

Hum...

Zhang Fan's palm slowly reached out and landed on the top of Lu Xianyang's head.

An immortal strokes my head, and I receive longevity by tying my hair.

That wisp of thin golden substance, like a spiritual snake, sank into Lu Xianyang's brow ancestor aperture.

In an instant, Lu Xianyang's body shook violently, and a look of pain and struggle instantly appeared on his face.

His Spirit Platform trembled, his soul-aspect jumped, the intense aura almost drowned him, and the just-born appearance of the fire dragon let out a heaven-shaking roar.

The golden substance was the essence Zhang Fan extracted from that vast incense wish power with the 【Divine Demon Holy Fetus】, which could be called a heaven-defying object.

It contained the most pure faith thoughts; for a practitioner, it was both a supreme medicine and a terrible calamity. For those whose minds were not firm, once a thought arose, ten thousand thoughts would fly, the demon appearance would arrive, all karma would turn into calamity, and if one were not careful, one would enter 【Great Night Without Light】 and sink forever; even more so, the innate soul-aspect would be buried in that golden substance.

"Roar..."

Lu Xianyang let out a strange roar, the sound filled with anger, fear, restlessness...

At the same time, his body seemed to be burning, his vitality seemed to be constantly extracted and burned in that golden substance; at the Spirit Platform, the innate brilliance was about to burst, completely falling into madness.

"Life is related; if you touch this golden substance, your soul-aspect will sink, and your life will be gone."

"You haven't learned the Divine Demon Holy Fetus, so you shouldn't have touched Him..." Zhang Fan looked at Lu Xianyang, his expression indifferent.