But if he is asked to innovate, he will have no clue.

This is not considered a creation, but is built on a foundation laid by someone.

Thinking about it, there is a big gap between him and the monk who created martial arts.

You cannot build a house on the foundation created by the opponent.

Let out a long sigh.

He got up and wandered around the courtyard, thinking about how to complete his martial arts.

"Completion?"

Tu Shanjun's eyes lit up.

Yes.

In martial arts, blood refining and body refining, to get rid of those supernatural powers, the most basic thing is to train the body. If the body is not strong enough, it will naturally not be able to support the flow of qi and blood.

Ordinary people, with mortal bodies, want to strengthen their bodies by washing their menstruation and cutting off their marrow to tap into the deepest potential of their bodies.

The way of the saint contains the boundless world.

Why not regard the natural body as a small world? What martial arts has to do is to dig into this small world and strengthen it until it is completely manifested.

This world needs to be controlled by a god, or in other words, it needs to imitate the ancient gods and monks' Dharma, and create a 'divine fetus' belonging to the warrior.

Tushanjun began to ponder again.

The point of view is correct, the direction is not bad, and you can practice it.

But with such a similarity, wouldn't it be another copy of the Immortal Way?

He immediately shook his head and rejected this path of practice.

At this moment, he had to admire the founders of the Immortal Way. They had perfected the Immortal Way, only missing one 'true immortal'.

"No matter how successful it is, I still haven't escaped from the immortal way."

Tushanjun's murmur was listened to by Tianjun, who was lying on the wicker chair and taking a nap.

Immediately took away the banana fan covering his face.

He yawned and said: "The world's great roads lead to the same destination through different paths. What we have come to this point is not the wonderful magic and magical powers, but the understanding of the Tao. No matter which kind of Tao it is, it is the same."

"Tianjun means that the beginning, the process... are different, and the final path is..."

"Not bad." Yan Tianjun turned over.

As a senior ancient god, I have never seen anything strange.

“There are so many people who want to create a path to become a founder.

"After many years of ups and downs, only time can give the answer as to which Tao is the Tao closest to the Tao."

The Ghost Saint muttered: "Practice brings true knowledge."

Yan Tianjun suddenly sat up.

Ghost Saint looked over in surprise.

Just listen to Tianjun say: "Someone is worshiping God at the door."

…

Shou Hezheng, who rushed back to the temple, saw a skinny woman in ragged clothes kneeling on the ground.

"Who are you?"

Confused Shou He looked at the woman.

The woman followed her dry hair and looked at the big man who asked the question.

The big man was wearing official uniform and carrying a huge weapon on his back. He faced a fierce aura that made the woman stutter in fear and lower her voice.

"Please God to save my child, he is dying of illness."

Shou He was surprised.

They have heard a lot about ghosts and gods, and there are many temples in places where the gods are forbidden, but most of them are places for making money, and there is nothing magical about them.

For warriors, they trust the weapons in their hands more.

Xishan Temple looks like a temple, but in fact it is a huge garden.

Ordinary people would not regard it as a place where gods should be worshiped, but would think that it was built by some noble person, or a place for recreation by relatives of the emperor.

It happened to be endorsed by King Hui, so no one should have come.

"Who told you there is a god here?"

The woman said truthfully: "He is a Taoist priest who tells fortunes."

Upon hearing this, Shou He immediately frowned, touched the silver bag in his arms, and took it out while saying: "Your child is sick. He should go to the hospital first instead of chasing ghosts and gods. Isn't this a waste of time for your child?"

To cure a disease?"

As he spoke, he opened the bag and took out ten taels of silver.

"Invite her in."

The ethereal voice fell into Shou He's ears.

Shou He immediately recognized whose voice it was.

"How much money do you have to save this person? Since this person sincerely worships God, he should be rescued by the ancient gods."

Tu Shanjun was also thinking about his longevity. He would give money to each person who came. If a hundred people came, a thousand people... how much money would it take to settle the matter?

Since the other party is coming to your door, let Tianjun take action.

The woman did not ask for any money, but kept saying that the medical center could not cure her.

"Let's go."

"The Lord of Heaven allows you to enter and pay homage."
Chapter completed!