Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman Chapter 211 - 211 152 These are the Immortal Fates Ive Been

Chapter 211: Chapter 152 These are the Immortal Fates I’ve Been Waiting For! (Two in One, Subscription Request)_3 Chapter 211: Chapter 152 These are the Immortal Fates I’ve Been Waiting For! (Two in One, Subscription Request)_3 The old temple master had no choice but to take them into the temple.

After treating them all equally, he discovered that his old friends had not lied; these young disciples were indeed Cultivation Taoist Seeds, not rely sent here through connections.

These Cultivation Taoist Seeds were young but already had their insights into cultivation.

The old temple master couldn’t help but think of his younger self. These people were only a bit behind where he had been at their age, right?

No wonder his old friends had been so persistent in sending them over.

It’s just…

The old temple master was well aware that the immortal fate they sought was not with him but with that Deep Pond!

With the promises made by that immortal!

“Let’s set off!”

Knowing what these junior brothers and disciples were thinking, the old temple master didn’t plan to go against their wishes.

He directly announced the start of the day’s lessons at Green Wood Temple.

That was to ditate and practice Qi Cultivation together by the pond until dinnerti, then stand up and return to the Taoist Temple.

As for lunch… they actually didn’t eat.

The Green Wood Temple, both old and young, were enthusiastic about going to Deep Pond to cultivate.

Especially since, although they were in harsh training, they had not left society behind; even in the mountains behind, they had long been connected to water, electricity, and the internet.

They were aware of the major events that had happened in places such as Sakura City and Nepal.

Therefore, both the temple master’s junior brothers and the disciples believed the cultivation effects of Deep Pond were as miraculous as the fabled land’s reputation suggested.

Just sitting by the pond would naturally cool down the body and imdiately calm the heart.

All sorts of insights would even erge in the mind.

Yet the old temple master felt that where one cultivated didn’t really make much difference.

On the contrary, those seemingly profound insights might be the precursor to Deviation, a sign to be imdiately alert!

If after ditating you hear gods whispering in your ear, or see immortals coming to greet you in your mind’s eye…

Or if a small mouse starts scurrying inside your body.

Stop cultivating, and quickly get a good night’s sleep instead. Any more cultivation, and you might have real problems!

The old temple master could not refuse the disciples’ desire for Deep Pond, including that of his junior brothers, yet he was still very attentive to their cultivation states.

That was also where his responsibilities lay last night as the old temple master.

Soon, the group arrived at Deep Pond.

They found a spot and sat down cross-legged, beginning their noon session.

Around Deep Pond, various surveillance equipnt collected and transmitted the visitors’ expressions to the monitoring room.

On one hand, it was for their protection; on the other, it was for research and backup purposes.

If these Taoists’ thods of cultivation proved useful, they might be scientifically studied and then promoted for use.

In the eyes of the experts, good things shouldn’t be discarded just because they couldn’t be scientifically explained.

Like usual, the old temple master adjusted his breathing and then sat cross-legged on a large stone to close his eyes and ditate.

Suddenly, the old temple master felt a voice as if it had sounded in his own ear?

This voice sounded sowhat familiar, like… that True Cultivator?

The old temple master was startled, not imdiately thinking that an immortal fate had co!

Instead, he suspected that his hidden inner greed had caused a problem, a sign of entering into Deviation!

“Infinite Heavenly Venerate!”

The old temple master opened his eyes and found no illusion in front of him.

That’s not right!

The sensations in his body seed to be genuinely real!

The old temple master was familiar with various illusions, but none could make the chill he felt at his brow feel so real.

The warmth in his body and the growing strength of his spirit also seed to be authentic.

So, had that True Cultivator co again?

While pondering, the old temple master’s mind echoed with the True Cultivator’s secret ssage once more.

This ti, the old temple master listened intently and morized every word without missing any.

He suddenly stood up, retrieved the communication device that the Vice President had forcefully given to him, asking him to carry at all tis.

After speaking a few words into it, before long,

a slightly excited Taoist ran up the path and delivered a classic-style fishing rod.

The old temple master thanked the junior Taoist and then sat cross-legged on the large stone, casting the fishing line like the immortal had done, beginning to fish.

The others did not know,

at the very mont the old temple master threw his fishing line,

Su Ping also cast his line at the sa ti.

After activating the Gathering Spirit Array at the beginning,

he also activated the other arrays that had been quietly set up.

Suddenly!

Golden Light burst forth from Deep Pond.

A seven-colored rainbow appeared in the sky in a flash!

Underneath the Golden Light, whether it was the cultivating disciples or the people in the control room, everyone’s eyes widened as they saw a vision of golden lotuses erging from Deep Pond, which kept growing and then slowly blossod.

Beneath this illusion, a cold mist rose from around the pond.

All nearby surveillance devices, whether thermal imaging or optical, began to malfunction, blurring the visuals.

Even the unmanned aerial reconnaissance drone in the sky could only capture dreamy but unclear images.

“This kind of visual flair reminds of the various wonders that appeared in different places recently,”

an investigator murmured quietly, sipping hot tea and watching the big screen in the control room.

This statent imdiately gained agreent from several others.

They had all participated in the initial investigation and discovered that to discern the authenticity of the wonders, a key clue was the clarity of the cara footage.

The clearer the footage, the more likely it was fake.

Conversely, those that looked like compressed video from seventy or eighty years ago turned out to be real.

“It seems these Transcendents have a way of affecting our surveillance equipnt,”

“It’s like those barriers ntioned in novels that can block detection, right?”