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Chapter 2

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Because the causes and conditions are all destroyed,

When all mental images are gone, it is called Nirvana.

It becomes a natural karma.

While half asleep and half awake, Mu Xue kept hearing faint Buddhist sounds in her ears. The sound seemed very far away and very near, sometimes subtle, sometimes loud, and it kept chanting in her ears.

Mu Xue turned over uneasily. She was clearly a demon cultivator, so why could she hear such Buddhist music

She wanted to wake up, but her eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and she could not break free from the dream no matter what she did. The outside world was bright and comfortable, and there was a gentle hand gently caressing her head.

Although it was a dream, she knew clearly that it was her mother.

"Xiaoxue, this technique is called the Infinite Rebirth and Rotation Secret Technique. It is a supreme magic technique that was created by peeping into the loopholes of the heavenly way. It can protect you from reincarnation, keep your soul clear, and live a hundred lifetimes without worries. There is only one thing, you must not reveal it to others, otherwise..."

"What else?" Mu Xue asked in a daze.

But the mother smiled and whispered something.

Mu Xue opened her eyes.

She lay on her back on a pile of dried straw. The sky in front of her was as blue as water. The scorching afternoon sun cast circles of light and shadows in the blue sky, generously spreading her precious warmth and light to the earth.

Mu Xue stared blankly for a while and then woke up from her trance.

This place is no longer the snowy and rainy Fuwang City, but an ordinary town where mortals live. The sun shines in the town, life is comfortable, and the sky is always peaceful and beautiful, unlike the fierce clouds and thunder and lightning before her death.

She couldn't help but think back to the day when she failed in her calamity-survival attempt. At that time, the sky was thick with calamity clouds, and terrifying purple lightning, with the power of ghosts and gods, kept falling from the sky, vowing to completely wipe her out from between heaven and earth.

The pain of the burning body and the despair of the collapsing soul, such horror is still deeply engraved in Mu Xue's memory.

After her death, she floated in and out of the world for who knows how many years, and finally entered the cycle of reincarnation and was reborn in the world where Taoist priests lived.

Today, she is no longer the Jindan-stage demon cultivator who has mastered the art of refining weapons in Fuwang City, but just a six-year-old girl with no cultivation at all.

Mu Xue reached out and pressed her chest, where there was a tantric seal that only she could sense. When she was young, her mother blessed her with this "Infinite Incarnation Rotation Secret Method". This secret method can protect the holder after reincarnation, so that the soul is still clear and the memory is not lost, so as to help them return to the path of cultivation and pursue the great way.

The road to cultivation is full of difficulties and dangers, but with this magic seal to protect you, you will not be afraid of the limits of life and death and can practice wholeheartedly. It is truly the supreme secret method that all practitioners desire.

The only taboo is that this method is not tolerated by the Way of Heaven, and those who obtain it must never reveal the secret of this method to the world.

Of course, since this concerns one's own path to cultivation and one's life, there is no way anyone would be willing to reveal even a single bit of it.

Mu Xue paused slightly with her fingertips pressing on her chest.

If that’s the case, why did my mother tell me this secret

In her previous life, Mu Xue's mother had died when she was young, so her memory of her mother was very vague. The hazy shadow of her mother and the few words in her dream only suddenly revived in her mind after she was reborn.

Although he was very grateful to his mother, Mu Xue, a pure magic cultivator who grew up in Fuwang City, actually did not know the true meaning of the word "mother", nor could he understand the feeling of family happiness and blood relatives that everyone often talked about.

She devoted her whole life to spiritual practice and was obsessed with the art of refining objects. To her, blood ties, family ties, and love between men and women were of no importance.

On the road to enlightenment, practice is the most important thing.

If one achieves perfection in cultivation, one can ride a flying dragon, drive a purple mist, and travel through the void, free and unfettered. What kind of happiness in the world can compare to this? If not, why do those extreme people who kill their wives to prove their truth and enter the realm with blood keep appearing in this world

For example, no matter how she was in her life, now that she was dead, all her years of hard work had melted away like the moon in the water. The few friends she had in the past probably had already forgotten that Mu Xue existed in the world.

Looking back, perhaps only the little disciple Cen Qianshan who was picked up casually back then could occasionally think of his former master.

The memories of the past, like a bird flying across the lake of her heart, evoked a trace of nostalgia in Mu Xue's heart.

I don't know what happened to that pitiful little disciple back then. But with Xiaoshan's intelligence and the things I left behind before my tribulation, he should be doing well, so I don't need to worry about him anymore.

So many years have passed, that skinny little guy should have grown taller by now, right

Why think about this? Maybe even Xiao Shan no longer remembers himself.

Six-year-old Mu Xue sighed in an air of maturity on the haystack, patted the dry grass off her body, and stood up.

"What are you doing here, little sister? It took me a while to find you. Today is the Lantern Festival, and mother asked you to go home early. You have to go to the city to meet the fairy."

Standing under the haystack was Mu Xue's brother Dazhu. The dark-skinned farm boy had a slight sweat on his forehead. He stretched out his arms towards his younger sister and carried her down from the haystack.

The triennial Lantern Festival is the most important festival here, and all large towns will hold grand lantern parades and sacrificial activities.

This is because on this day, the immortal leader of the Guiyuan Sect will descend on the city wall, bless the people, and select disciples with immortal fate to accept them into the immortal sect for practice.

Although only a few are selected among tens of thousands of children, it can be said that the chances are slim.

But for ordinary people, being able to see the mysterious magic of immortal cultivators from afar and get a little bit of the immortal's blessing is already more exciting than the New Year.

If a boy or girl in the family is lucky enough to be chosen, it would be a great honor for the ancestors. From then on, the whole family will enjoy a highly respected life, and the entire family may even prosper because of it.

Therefore, in the surrounding villages, regardless of distance, every family with a child between six and thirteen years old would get the child ready on this day and choose a family member to take the child to the designated location to attend the "welcoming immortal fate" ceremony.

At this time, Mu Xue was also dealt with by her family and was standing outside the door waiting for her elder brother Dazhu.

She changed into a homespun jacket that was washed so much that it looked bleached. Her dark hair was combed into two shiny buns. She had no other embellishments. Her black hair set off her snow-white cheeks and her almond-shaped eyes were full of waves. She looked very lively and lovely. Even her plain clothes could not conceal her beauty.

Her family was poor, and even on such a grand festival, an old cotton-padded jacket without patches was the most decent clothing her family could provide her. Mu Xue was not interested in this, so she did not take it seriously.

The fence of the neighbor's house next door creaked open, and Chunhua, who was two years older than Mu Xue, pushed the door open. The neighbor girl, wearing a brand new red jacket with floral patterns, looked up and down at Mu Xue's brown cotton-padded jacket, and a sense of complacency rose in her heart. She pulled her bright jacket to show off.

"Today I am going to meet the immortals, and it is too rude for your family to let you wear this. Don't tell them you know me when you get there."

The fair-skinned little Mu Xue glanced at the girl opposite her who looked like she deserved a beating, and said indifferently, "Your face is so tanned, and it's no use wearing red clothes. I'm afraid that once it gets dark, even gods won't be able to see your face."

Chunhua, who usually went hiking and swimming in the mountains and rivers with a dark complexion, was choked by Mu Xue's words. She pointed at Mu Xue, and after trying for a long time without thinking of any words to retort, she burst into tears.

Are you crying like this

This idiot's fighting ability is too poor.

Mu Xue touched her nose helplessly.

After all, it’s because life here is too comfortable.

Not to mention my own past, even my disciple Xiaoshan, with his thin little body, fought from one end of the street to the other in Fuwang City, and still went home with a smile on his face, not letting you see a single tear.

If you don't take off his clothes, you will never find out when he hurt himself again.

When Dazhu came out, he saw Chunhua, a big and strong girl from next door, pointing at her "well-behaved and lovely" sister and stomping her feet with tears on her face.

The youngest sister in the family was born with a fair complexion, like a snowball, and was very sensible and quiet since she was young. Unfortunately, she was a little soft-tempered, so when someone yelled at her, she could only look on helplessly.

Dazhu picked up his sister and said angrily, "Yao Chunhua, why are you bullying my sister again?"