Back then in the Ghost Bird Sect, the ugly man Yunlie asked Ning Fan a question, what is an immortal?

At that time, Ning Fan only relied on his enlightenment from ancient memories to answer.

Immortal is the person standing on the mountain!

But now, Ning Fan was standing on the mountain, standing on the top of Dao Dao Cliff. He suddenly had an unprecedented understanding of this sentence in his heart.

Standing on the mountain, you are a fairy.

Once you get down from the mountain, you will find people.

This is the path of cultivation that the Immortal Emperor believes.

He took a breath and did not jump down. Meng Xuanzi's impatience turned into a hint of approval.

His impatience was all feigned. He just wanted to test whether Ning Fan could see through the true meaning of Dao Ya.

"Why don't you jump! Why don't you take off your mortal body!" Meng Xuanzi asked deliberately and loudly.

"Why are you jumping!" Ning Fan looked up at the sky, his eyes shining brightly.

"When I stand on the mountain, I am an immortal! Since I am an immortal, how can I talk about being born in a mortal body? This mountain is also a metaphor. As long as a mortal puts his mind on the mountain that is higher than the immortal... he is an immortal!

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How can a butterfly fly to heaven with a mortal body?

Because this butterfly has never thought about the difference between immortals and mortals. In the eyes of the butterfly, it itself is a superior immortal!

It may not have magic power, but its state of mind is arrogant than any true immortal!

"I'm that butterfly! I'm here, I won't jump off the cliff and commit suicide... I want to be here, asking questions!"

The moment this voice came out, Meng Xuanzi burst out laughing.

"You are indeed a monster! Back then, I hesitated for 7,749 days here on the cliff before seeing through the true meaning without jumping off the cliff. However, you saw through the key within just a few breaths... You are qualified

Ask here!"

Meng Xuanzi had just finished speaking. On the top of the cliff, a purple mist enveloped the place, creating a world full of illusions.

At this moment, Meng Xuanzi's eyes became unprecedentedly serious.

"Asking about the illusion is the only step in the three steps of slaying mortals that can increase the cultivation level! What monks cultivate is the heart! If the heart is strong, the magic power will increase! Therefore, when the monks' cultivation level crosses the seven realms of cultivation, they can achieve success in one step.

Immortal, if you want to stand at the top, you will rarely take pills or practice spiritual fruits. These are all means of borrowing external things... If you want to reach the top, you must have a Taoist heart as strong as this seven-million-foot giant mountain.

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"Although you have transformed into a god with demonic power, because you are mainly human, your magic power is your foundation. For every extra day you stay in the illusion, your magic power can increase by ten meters. Six hundred years... six hundred years, one reincarnation,

One day is a cycle... Ordinary monks can survive six days, but few can survive seven days... Back then, I survived 97 days, how many days can you survive!"

Within the purple mist, Ning Fan appeared in a bamboo fence with blank eyes.

He was holding a porcelain bowl with chicken food in his hand, but he was a seven or eight-year-old child.

He stared at the chicken food blankly, feeling that he had forgotten something important.

"I remember, I was probably asking about Wendaoya, asking... Hey, what is Wendaoya, and asking, what is it..."

Forget, forget everything. In this illusion, everything in the past seems real and illusory, like a dream or smoke.

"Fan'er, quickly feed the chickens and take this basket of eggs to the teacher in the school to learn calligraphy. This will save you from having nothing to do all day long..."

A woman in old linen clothes was holding a basket of eggs and handed them to Ning Fan angrily. Immediately, she petted Ning Fan's head lovingly.

"Silly boy, are you in a daze again?"

This woman is the child's mother and depends on the child for life.

Although her clothes are old, her appearance is like dusty jewelry. She is a famous beauty in the village.

Her name is Ning Qian…

Ning Qian was angry and funny at the same time. Her child always loved to be in a daze. Every time he fell into a daze, he would claim that he dreamed of becoming a god.

There are no gods in this world...

"Don't be in a daze, go and pay homage to your master, study and practice calligraphy..."

"But, I really dreamed that I became a god... I also dreamed that paper cranes became the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven..."

"Silly boy, that was just a dream...Zhihe is the daughter of Carpenter Wang's family, how could she be the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven...Go, study hard and practice calligraphy. If you have the ability in the future, my mother will help you propose marriage to Carpenter Wang's family..."

"Yes, mother..."

The child took the basket of eggs and looked slightly disappointed.

He looked at the misty purple clouds in the sky, slightly confused.

"Are those killings all a dream..."

"Here, I have a mother and paper cranes. I am very happy, but I probably forgot something important..."

"What is it..." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!