There's a saying in the cultivation world: those with the finest innate talent are in the mountains, and those with the greatest insight are in the halls of power. No one ever imagined an ordinary woman could make it to the end.
Xiao Ci started with very little: she was forty-eight, knew a little folk divination, and could see vague shadows.
After suffering from headaches for half a year with no success from doctors, she happened to meet Master Liu.
“This isn't an illness. Your spiritual nature hasn't awakened.” The old man took her pulse for three seconds. “I'll help open it, but cultivation is up to you.”
Three sentences in the language of the upper realm unlocked the energy she had suppressed for half her life.
From seeing the true forms of spirits to communicating with infant ghosts,
from soothing household guardian spirits to commanding ghosts and gods,
she had no magical treasures, only kind thoughts as her sword.
She had no sect, and all living beings were her teachers.
She slayed monsters, dispelled demons, and saved all beings.
In the end, she completed her mission and retired, not ascending to the ninth heaven, but returning to the human world and becoming an ordinary woman again.
Only this time, what she saw was no longer obsession, but the simplicity of the Great Dao.
The more I listen to it, the more cordial it becomes. Yes, he is about the same age as Xiaoci. There is an immersive feeling