Nangong Wenya frowned, and her wonderful eyes stared at the boy's eyes.

The pair of eyes were very clear and looked bright.

But the depth of the pupils was hazy, as if it was covered by a layer of fog.

"Are you a blind man?"

Nangong Wenya said softly.

Before he finished speaking, the young man who was still very happy just now suddenly changed his face.

On the cheeks, only loss is left.

Even his eyes became dim.

"Yes, I'm a blind man."

"I really want to practice."

He said bitterly, as if he was trying to win a last chance for himself, or as if he was accusing himself of his failure.

However, for practitioners, blindness is almost fatal!

The vast majority of practitioners must go through the journey from weak to strong.

In the early stages of practice, practitioners’ spiritual awareness is not strong and often they still need to rely on their eyesight.

If you are blind, you will automatically fall into extremely bad adversity during the battle.

Except for some special monks who practice the secrets of heaven, most practitioners are those with clear ears and sharp senses.

A blind man obviously cannot embark on the true path of practice.

"Just now, an old man and a butcher with broken arms, both of them worshipped into the Palace of Eternal Life, that's fine."

Nangong Wenya said with a embarrassed look on her face.

She was not unwilling to help the young man, but she was in the power of a serious sect.

Objectively speaking, she could not watch Chen Changsheng accept some old, weak, sick and disabled people as a storekeeper.

Disciples need to practice!

Those disciples with innate deficiencies will inevitably consume more resources during their practice to meet the standards that normal monks can achieve.

Under such premise, the worldly practice sects often adhere to the principle of preferring nothingness rather than being too bad.

It would rather be a hundred years than a thousand years than a disciple.

He will not recruit some mediocre talents, let alone those somewhat "special" disciples like Chen Changsheng.

"Although that old man is old, he seems to have some foundation. Diligence can make up for his shortcomings and can also practice and fight for his life."

"Although that butcher has no arms, his qi and blood are not weak. As long as he can embark on the road of cultivation, he can also make progress. In the future, he can sacrifice and refine magic weapons and control spiritual skills, and make up for the shortcomings of missing arms."

"But, Lord Palace Master, this young man's eyes are blind and he can't even see the scriptures of his practice. How should he practice?"

"Do you have to ask a disciple to serve him day and night and read the Taoist scriptures to him?" ωωw..net

Blindness has almost cut off the young man's path to cultivation.

Many advanced scriptures have great worlds and earth between the lines, which contain amazing changes, which require careful understanding by monks.

However, the boy was blind and could not get in touch with the elusive Taoist rhyme.

Once those profound scriptures are recited from other people, they will lose some mystery and even undergo fundamental changes.

This young man also knew this very well.

Before finding the Palace of Eternal Life, he had already run through several practices.

In most cases, people were driven away without even walking in the mountain gate.

There was a sect who had the purpose of pity for sentient beings. His disciples practiced the path of mercy and universal salvation, so they did not expel him.

However, he was also unable to enter that sect.

In the sect, the elder who was responsible for recruiting disciples carefully looked at the young man's eyes and put the attraction.

"It is born with a difficult disease. The disease of blindness is rooted in the soul and there is no cure."

The boy walked through countless mountain gates, looking for the Tao again and again, hoping to win a fate for himself.

If the prosperous sect does not accept him, he will go to the hidden Taoist dynasty to collide with opportunities, and the hidden Taoist dynasty will not accept him.

He walked into the mountains and looked for the inheritance of declining in the forest, only looking for an opportunity to set foot on the road!

However, Nangong Wenya's unintentional words drove him into hell.

The boy's face turned pale and his figure was shaking, and the energy that supported his body was hollowed out.

He is a blind man and a mortal.

It took a lot of effort to stumble all the way to the Palace of Changsheng deep in the mountains.

If he is rejected again, even the boy will have no choice but to get out of this vast wasteland.

However, Chen Changsheng waved his hand disregardlessly.

"Blind man, so what? You can still practice the great way."

He looked at the boy in anger.

Then he bent his finger and gave Nangong Wenya a broken mind.

This girl was talking nonsense and almost told her disciple to run away.

Looking at Nangong Wenya's aggrieved look, Chen Changsheng scratched his head and said with some regret:

"Girl, I've said it so many times just now, but you didn't listen to it once!"

"The most important thing in practicing is not qualifications or background, nor is it about your age."

"The most important thing is to have dreams!"

"As long as you practice persistence, persistence, and hard work, you can let the light of your dreams shine into reality."

He patted the boy on the shoulder and said solemnly:

"When you first came, I knew you were blind."

"But, I don't dislike it."

"Are you willing to be my disciple?"

The young man with tears in his face was crying in vain.

He fell to his knees and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Disciple, pay homage to Master."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, you are my 20th disciple."

"Let's go to the Sutra Library to find the martial arts first. You have two senior brothers and you have already entered."

The young man obediently walked over and groped into the Sutra Tower.

After accepting three disciples in one breath, Chen Changsheng's sense of urgency was slightly released.

He looked at the sky and felt that no one would come to become a disciple today, so he turned around and slipped back to the Palace of Changsheng.

Nangong Wenya, who was guarding the gate, was angry and felt that her considerations and worries were disappointed by the palace master.

The next moment, a divine light appeared in front of her, and a gorgeous fairy flower appeared.

"Little girl, the palace is short of staff, thank you for your hard work these days."

Chen Changsheng's voice came from the depths of Changsheng Palace, making Nangong Wenya's beautiful eyebrows tremble and almost burst into tears.

At this moment, in the chaos and prehistoric world, the Western Pure Land World.

Duobao Tathagata sat high on the altar and was explaining the Tathagata's arrival. When his grand and sacred Buddha's eyes moved slightly, he saw a young Buddha sitting on a lotus, who seemed to be closing his eyes to comprehend, but actually dozing off.

"Golden Chanzi! Do you think that if you become a Daluo Jinxian, you can stop practicing the Dharma of Tathagata?"

With a Zen song by Duobao Tathagata, countless Buddha sounds appeared in the Pure Land of the West, and thousands of Buddhas resonated with each other, awakening the golden cicada son.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a golden hand covering the world.

"Punish you to enter the world for ten thousand years and understand the way of all living beings."

Jin Chanzi, silent on the spot!

At this moment, in the prehistoric world, another place where the dragon veins of Jiuzhou gather.

A nine-odd strange stone moves with the wind.

The subtle signs alarmed countless immortals and gods!
Chapter completed!