Sixty-seven, the incarnation of Tao
Wang Chong has survived three disasters and his savings are full, but he still needs a subtle opportunity to break through.
The idea of playing Dzi Bead was to let him experience the world of mortals. Wang Chong thought, if nothing happens, he might as well go out for a walk.
He doesn't set a goal, doesn't make calculations, and doesn't use magic to hurry. He just flies away when the mood takes him, and he goes as soon as he feels like it, without any procrastination.
For so many years, Wang Chong traveled as an ordinary person and did not go to many places. After all, ordinary people only rely on their feet, and the world is a long road.
On this day, Wang Chong stayed in a mountain village for several months and worked as a teacher for a family in the village school for a period of time. Then he was very quiet and thoughtful, said goodbye to the owner, finished his cultivation, and memorized A package, anything and everything.
He set out in the morning, and in the evening, he calculated that he could not travel more than seventy miles on the mountain road, but he could no longer see other people, only barren mountains and ridges.
Of course Wang Chong was not afraid of any mountain spirits, ghosts, or wild beasts in the forest, but he was too lazy to travel at night. He was about to find a clean place. After walking for a while, he saw an eaves protruding from the old forest.
Wang Chong said with a smile: "If Zhe Mo has built a temple, wouldn't it be a good place to stay?"
He cheered up and walked over, only to find that although the temple was in ruins, there was actually someone there, a scholar with thick eyebrows and big eyes, warming himself by the fire and boiling a pot of hot water.
When the scholar saw Wang Chong, who was also dressed as a scholar, he was a little wary at first, but finally relaxed and shouted: "Where does this brother want to go? How come he has come to such a remote place?"
Wang Chong said with a smile: "I have been studying since I was a child, and I don't like imperial examinations. I just want to travel around the world and see all the famous mountains, rivers and beautiful places in the world. So when my parents got old, they sold their property and traveled alone."
"Not long ago, I worked as a teacher in Luojia Village, which was seventy miles away, for several months. I saved five taels of silver for travel expenses, and then I set off again."
The scholar listened leisurely and fascinated, and said with a smile: "Brother is indeed handsome, but my younger brother is not so leisurely. I am from Taizhou. I have a shop at home and sell cloth for a living. I am here to collect debts."
Wang Chong saw the scholar, who was wearing a coarse cloth shirt. He knew that he had not yet achieved any fame, but was just studying and had not entered school, so he didn't care much.
Most of these scholars are unable to study well, but at least they know a few words. They either help in the family business or help others in accounting, and they are not even qualified to be teachers.
Even if Wang Chong is not a cultivator, he is quite talented in reading. He also made friends with famous talented people back then. There is really not much to say to a scholar like this who is not good at studying.
The scholar was quite interested in Wang Chong and asked, "Where have you been, brother? Can you tell Xiao Ke?"
Wang Chong said with a smile: "I was supposed to have a chat with my brother, but I was tired from walking and didn't want to talk."
He directly rejected the scholar, found a place by himself, flicked his sleeves and cast a dust-avoiding spell to scatter the dust, and sat down cross-legged.
When the scholar saw that he had closed his eyes, he didn't want to disturb him. He just carefully watched the hot water in the pot, quietly threw in a few bark-like things and started boiling.
In less than half an hour, it was already extremely dark, and except for the fire in the temple, there was no light.
The scholar was not very courageous, so he had prepared a lot of firewood and added it several times to make the fire burn vigorously.
The things boiling in the pot gradually gave off a fishy smell. The scholar called Wang Chong several times. When he didn't answer, he took a piece of thick flour pancake and ate a few bites of the things in the pot.
The scholar had just finished eating when he heard a shrill scream outside. After a while, the scream got closer and closer, and there was another heavy wheezing sound, which sounded nearby.
The scholar just screamed a few times, but when Wang Chong still didn't respond, he took out a wooden stick from the package, held it in his arms, and stared outside the temple.
Wang Chongyun used the magic power of refining the Classic of Mountains and Seas, and suddenly his eyebrows froze, and he performed the Dzi beads and sent out a chill: There are two monsters.
Wang Chong smiled and said: "Are there any monsters in the world that deserve my attention?"
The dzi bead sent out a chill: there are three of the eight strange monsters, and you must not be able to defeat them.
Wang Chong was at a loss for words. Three of the eight strange monsters in the world were demon saints in the Taiyi Realm, and he really couldn't defeat them. But why should Wang Chong fight? Now he has a good relationship with White Lotus Boy. After all, she is Ying Yang's wife, and the two Western Demon Saints will not embarrass him.
As for Buddha Saint'er, he studied under Elder Jin Chan. Although he did not study Buddhism, his temperament was quite Buddhist. He could not live in seclusion and would not easily fight with others.
When Yan Tianzhu said this, he was deliberately trying to keep him from getting off the stage.
Wang Chong snorted coldly and said, "Where did the Taiyi Realm Demon Saint come from in Dongtu?"
Playing Dzi beads sends a chill: there is one in the sea.
Wang Chong thought of the trapped old dragon and was speechless! Just as he was about to refute it, Yan Dzi Zhu sent out a chill: Actually, there is another end in the Poison Dragon Temple.
Wang Chong originally wanted to say that Dongtu does not count the sea. At this time, he had nothing to say and couldn't help but ask: "That poisonous dragon really has the cultivation level of Taiyi Realm?"
The Dzi Beads send out a chill: the Tao incarnation of Patriarch Tieli! Do you think so?
Wang Chong suddenly didn't want to speak.
He had vaguely guessed back then that the Tao incarnation of Zen Master Hongye was a big meat ball. The Tao incarnation of Patriarch Tieli might be even weirder. He also speculated whether it was the poisonous dragon, but in his early years, his Taoism was too low and his imagination was limited. It wasn't rich enough. Later, when my skills improved, I didn't bother to guess.
The poisonous dragon asked him something, but Wang Chong always felt that it was not a good thing, so he didn't dare to go. At this time, he followed the dzi bead, but he didn't expect that this broken bead actually revealed the matter.
Wang Chong thought for a while and asked: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Poison Dragon is the incarnation of Tieliang, doesn't he know a lot of secrets?"
Yan Dzizhu sent a chill: Do I know too many things? Can I still tell you everything? An old ghost like Tie Li, who looks like a mess but is actually cunning enough to compete with Yin Dingxiu, already knows a lot of secrets.
Wang Chong suddenly thought deeply and thought: "If the incarnation of Tieliang is the poisonous dragon, why does this poisonous dragon seem to have its own sanity? What I have seen is whether it is the old senior brother Ji Guanying, Blood Tathagata, or Hongye , Tao incarnations are all things without spiritual consciousness. Xuan Ye has no Tao incarnation at all..."
"The first thing he did when he came out of seclusion was to go find my master Yan Qing. Could it be that... he wasn't actually going to make a fool of himself, but to discuss something?"
Wang Chong was thinking about it. He didn't care about these at the time. When he thought about it now, he didn't know how many profound details it contained. However, he heard footsteps outside the temple. It was just that the footsteps were not step by step, but a thump. Thump, thump, thump, as if jumping in.
He opened his eyes slightly and saw the scholar he had met by chance, holding the stick in his hand nervously and wiping sweat away.