The Story of a Psychic Cultivating Immortality

There is a rule in the world of immortality: those with the best bones live in the mountains, and those with the highest understanding live in temples. No one thought that an ordinary woman could make it to the end. Xiaoci's starting point was very low - he was forty-eight years old, knew some folk magic, and could see some vague shadows. I had been suffering from headaches for half a year and had sought medical treatment to no avail. I met Master Liu by chance. "You're not sick, you're spiritually unopened." The old man checked her pulse for three seconds and said, "I'll help you open it, but practice is up to you." Those three words from the top opened up the energy she had suppressed for half her life. From seeing the soul to communicating with the infant spirit, from comforting the Baojiaxian to commanding the ghosts and gods, she has no magic weapon and uses good thoughts as swords. There is no teacher, and all living beings are the teachers. Kill demons, eliminate demons, and save all living beings. In the end, I retired after my success, not to ascend to the nine heavens, but to return to the human world and become an ordinary woman. Only this time, what she saw was no longer obsession, but simplicity.