The Immortal Path of Miscellaneous Spirits

Lin Han possesses the mixed spiritual roots of the five elements and is recognized as the "outcast son of the great road" by the Lin family in Qingyun City. He lives in the cemetery behind the ancestral hall and is accompanied by the ancient Qingdeng stele all day long. The clan learned about spirit testing, and he was sentenced to a lifelong difficulty in breaking through the middle stage of Qi refining. When the proud daughter of heaven passed by him, she was like a breeze blowing through the dust. The clan brother threw the spirit testing ruler at his feet and laughed and cursed: "Trash, pick it up." He bent down to pick it up, wiped off the dust, and returned it with both hands. The whole process was silent. There was a heavy snowstorm that night, and his ribs were broken and he was thrown into the tomb. When he was about to die, the "peaceful stone" left by his mother in his arms became hot, and a lamp lit up like a bean in the sea of ​​consciousness. The name of the lamp is [Heart Lamp]. It does not increase cultivation, does not impart immortality, it only illuminates two things: What is a human being, what is a Tao. From now on—— Others practice immortality, breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and seek the golden elixir and Yuanying to live long and happy lives. Lin Han cultivates immortality, sweeps away the snow in the cemetery, reads the inscriptions on life and death, and keeps the candle of his heart alive. He practices his "rules" from the smallest detail: To restrain for the nameless dead is the rule of life and death; Doing what you promise is a rule of faith; Not bending your knees in the face of strength is a rule of thumb. Many years later, the war between immortals and demons swept across the world, and the people wept with blood. All the gods, immortals and Buddhas sit high on the cloud platform and discuss the Tao endlessly. Wearing a green shirt, he walked from the world with steady steps. Someone sneered: "A mere miscellaneous spiritual root is worthy of the Dao?" Lin Han opened his palms, and the warm light of his heart lamp illuminated the wind and snow: "My way is not in the sky, but under your feet." "Have you ever asked about the way to immortality that you seek -" "In this world, have you agreed?