To Cultivate Immortality, I Rely on Meditation to Improve My Spiritual Hatred.

Everyone knows that the path to immortality depends on one's bones. The spirit of the sky is high in the sky, the spirit of the earth is unique, and the best genius is making waves every step of the way. Only mortals with mixed roots are born in mud and spend their whole lives wasted. But the road to immortality is long and lifespan is limited. Talent is the starting point, not the end. The wind rises from the dust, and the Tao is formed from the silent heart. A low-grade spiritual person can only spend his days in meditation, grinding away his mediocrity with time, and solidifying his mind with enlightenment. No fighting, no grabbing, no arrogance, no impetuosity. When thousands of sails have passed and the genius has withered, Only I live forever.