Chapter 621 Preaching
"Ghost lanterns and painted flowers, floating insects hissing, night falls... night falls..."
A slightly hoarse voice echoed in the gloomy hall, while the man lying on his side in the hall was holding a sutra in his hand, and the carving knife shuttled through the purple-black nails, like a small fish swimming in the air.
Bada.
Light footsteps sounded outside the hall.
The young man wearing a white robe and a jade crown looked around. When he saw the figure lying on his side on the wicker chair, he breathed a sigh of relief. He calmly walked into the hall until he reached the front of the hall. He raised his hands and said, "Disciple." Wu Daoxian, pay your respects to Master."
"Daoxian?"
"If you are not studying scriptures at Ghost Peak and accumulating spiritual energy and mana, why do you come to my Danfeng Hall? You can't just come to say hello. Today's daylight is only three o'clock in the morning. It is a good time to wake up."
The figure on the wicker chair Shi Shiran stood up and said with a smile.
Wu Daoxian looked slightly startled. He seemed not to realize that he might have misunderstood. If the master didn't mean it that way, he would have missed the real test. However, he still said honestly: "That day when the master came out of seclusion, he gave me a volume of Taoist scriptures and wrote the answer to the riddle on the last page. The disciple has understood it."
"The divine light is restrained, and the foundation of the Tao is forged with the scriptures I preached. Come to think of it, it has indeed reached this level." Tu Shanjun nodded slightly in approval and said, "Dao Xian."
"The disciple is here."
"Daoxian is a good name, but it may be too big for you. I will choose another word for you."
"Master, please give me your name." Wu Daoxian kowtowed and said piously.
Tu Shanjun waved his hand and drew a character in the air with the carving knife in his hand.
"melt!"
"Wu Rong." Wu Daoxian murmured softly. For some reason, when he recited this name, it seemed that his chest felt a lot empty, as he breathed out all the turbid air.
"My disciple Wu Rong."
"The disciple is here."
"Your body is extremely weak, and having the Heavenly Spiritual Root is not enough to convert it into cultivation. If you are weak, you are destined to lose a lot of opportunities. Even if you touch it in advance, it will leave you due to various accidents."
Wu Rong was stunned for a moment. He recalled carefully, and it seemed that it was true as his master said since he was a child. No matter what he gained, he would lose it quickly, and he would even be cut off before he got it.
Just like when he once became a disciple of Tu Shanjun, he was almost disturbed by his family. Joining the Taiyi Sect is also a fateful one, which means that you often stay in Guifeng without going out, otherwise you will be in trouble.
"You are different from your senior brother."
"If you are a wealthy person, you will be content. If you have no ambition or great perseverance, you may stop reaching the golden elixir in this life." Tu Shanjun said sadly: "I can force him to continue practicing, but what's the point of doing so."
"Humans are not born to become immortals."
"Some people choose the road of thorns, and some choose other roads."
Immediately, his slightly wandering eyes focused on Wu Rong, and he said softly: "When I say this, I don't mean that people must be born with great ambitions, hegemony, and become immortals and ancestors."
“Being able to spend your life the way you like is success.”
"My disciple, do you understand?"
Wu Rong raised his head and looked at the majestic figure. Suddenly, something fell on the ground. When he lowered his head, he saw that the speckled crystals were reflecting his face, making no sound.
His childhood was not happy.
It can be seen from the words and deeds of the witch father that Wu Rong has been the family's bargaining chip since he was a child, and he is part of the victim. In addition, he is weak and cannot support the opportunity, which makes it seem that the whole world does not like him, and the pressure on him is Nothing can be done.
He had never thought that it was possible to practice like this, that someone could hold up a sky for him and tell him that there is no need to squeeze your talents, just live according to the way you want to live.
"Please, Master, preach!"
Wu Rong bowed his head.
Touch the floor of the hall with your forehead.
Still silent.
"good!"
Tu Shanjun, who was turning his back, tilted his head slightly and said, "If you are weak, you must use your life to practice. I will teach you a scroll of life skills."
"Remember the general outline."
"One world turns the wheel, two lives are connected, the track is forgotten, the will of God breaks the entanglement, the luck is divided into three parts, the law is in harmony with nature, the heaven and the earth are turned upside down, and the fate is exchanged!"
"Based on this general outline, we will develop the path of life, the art of life, and then perform the Tao."
"..."
"The power of heaven, the power of terrain, and the power of people."
"Heaven and earth are incomprehensible, but human power can be obtained through one's own practice."
"I will teach you again as a teacher, how to open altars, open secluded areas, raise ghosts, rampage family members, arrest spirits, and dispatch generals..."
"..."
I had already forgotten the time of this lecture. I told Wu Rong the complete text of the "Fate Path" he had understood, and also the ghostly and magical powers he had learned over the years. There were no books or stone carvings as a basis, and he relied entirely on oral narration until Wu Rong Recite it.
Thousands of false books, but one true message.
How could the inheritance of Taoism be preserved through paper and jade slips? These things must be passed down orally by the master, recited silently and memorized, and will never be forgotten in this life.
Tu Shanjun once mentioned the path of spiritual practice to Zhou Xinglie, but it seemed that Zhou Xinglie was not interested, so he gave up. Now that he has finally passed on the mantle, if Wu Rong can have his own insights based on this, he will never stop at the realm of Nascent Soul in this life.
Even if you have nothing, you can easily cultivate the golden elixir and step into Yuanying by just following Tushanjun's path. Of course, this is without any accidents, and you will always encounter various accidents on the path of cultivation.
Tu Shanjun looked at this closed disciple and said softly: "Remember, if you do evil in the future, I will definitely find you, scrape your skin and bones, and extract your soul."
"Disciples, please remember Master's teachings."
"Go and take a rest and meditate."
"Eight years later, the head sect will release a batch of elixir-forming spiritual objects. At that time, whether you want to go to the head sect brother for help, or you can fight for it yourself, think carefully about it."
Tu Shanjun waved his hand, indicating that the apprentice could return to Ghost Peak to practice.
"Disciple understands."
Wu Rong stood up from the futon, his jade-white Taoist robe was spotless. After bowing respectfully, he walked out of the hall. The sky was clear and the sun was slightly dazzling, making the Taoist robe shine particularly brightly.
Wu Rong looked down at the Taoist robe and murmured: "Otherwise, why not change into a gray Taoist robe?"
With a casual move, the gray mist gathered into clouds, and every move he made was of the immortal style. If you didn't look at the Yin spirit looming in the gray mist, you would probably take it as a true cultivator of the Tao.
Ride the clouds.
Turn into a stream of light and return to Ghost Peak.
Wu Rong was a little surprised that someone had left a book here.
"Brother Wizard, I found a secret place and was about to explore it, so I thought of my senior brother."
It turned out that the person who left the letter was the disciple of the master's uncle.
He is also a fellow disciple of his generation, Yu Long.
Wu Rong smiled. It was not that he was arrogant for himself. Yu Long probably got a lot of credit for his 'weakness'. Not only Yu Long, but also the junior sisters and brothers of that generation. Many of them also got a lot of credit. Opportunity passed him by.
Tu Shanjun did not teach demonic skills.
All Taoist magic and magical powers are the purest Taoist secrets, and they are also the authentic Taoist sect that he realized from himself. If he established a sect based on this, it should be called 'Yinling Sect, Ghost King Sect, Soul Refining Sect...'
Putting aside the thoughts that came to mind, these are some kind of 'villain' names. When you hear them, they are the demonic sect that will definitely be beaten.
"Life, borrow life."
"Ghost, ghost."
"The way of destiny ghosts." Tu Shanjun smiled lightly. Unexpectedly, one day he would also embark on such a path. He still remembered that he was very happy when he got a incomplete volume of magic, and he was ecstatic when he could use the flying sword.
in those days……
"Sir, I have found out everything." While he was deep in thought, the devil presented the jade slips he collected in a flattering manner. In fact, it had already come back when Tu Shanjun was preaching, but he was wise enough not to get involved and make people annoying.
In his opinion, the old devil is deceiving people again.
As the old devil gets older, it can't tell whether these methods are magical powers or its own 'charm'. In short, as the only person who 'sees through' the old devil, no, it is a devil. Understand the true face of the old devil.
‘The old devil has become even more terrifying! ’ This is the only thing the devil knows clearly.
The devil turned into a three-inch girl and said flatteringly: "Young man, I don't know if I don't investigate. I will be shocked when I investigate. Master, your disciple-in-law is not a fuel-efficient lamp."
Tu Shanjun did not answer the call and used his spiritual consciousness to open the jade slip.
…
Family dinner.
perturbed.
Fang Yingxue couldn't sit still and glanced secretly at the young man on the other side.
The man was wearing a gray robe, and his appearance was certainly outstanding. He stood out among the crowd, but he looked a bit gloomy, and his hooked nose ruined the beauty.
That person, introduced by the husband next to him, was his junior brother.
I have only heard that he stays in the back mountain all year round and does not get out much every day. It seems that he has some illness and is not suitable to move around. He can only go out of the sect after building the foundation in the first two years.
The wedding was held in Dazhong City, so it was normal that I had never seen it before. This was the first time she had set foot in the gate of Taiyi Sect. She and Zhou Xinglie met in Dazhong City and settled in Qianyuan Dazhong City.
Wu Rong, who was facing the case, just nodded.
On the way, Fang Yingxue also complained that she didn't have any preparations and it was hard to make gifts now. She couldn't come to the sect empty-handed to pay homage to her husband's master. This was too embarrassing.
In fact, she felt that she shouldn't have been so eager to get married back then, and should have waited a little longer, maybe until her husband's master came out of seclusion. The Great True Lord in the later stage of Nascent Soul, an existence that was unimaginable before.
Of course, the master uncle is also very good, and I don't mean it in a bad way, but he is a master uncle after all, so there is no way a master can get close to him.
Pushing the silly smiling husband beside her, Fang Yingxue wanted to take a look at the master in the first seat, but due to the intimidation of the Great True Lord, she hesitated for a long time, but still put all her hopes on Zhou Xinglie.
"No need to be formal."
"Today is a family dinner, please relax."
The gentle voice came, like a clear spring in the hot summer or a heater in the winter. The original nervousness was greatly relieved, and Fang Yingxue was convinced of what her husband Xinglie said.
"Coming to the sect means you are going home."
Fang Yingxue raised her head slightly and looked at the first seat.