Arriving at the attic where Master Lingxu lived, after the announcement, Long Wu walked into the hall. He looked at Master Lingxu who was sitting in the upper position and was preaching to an old monk. Long Wu walked a few steps and bowed and saluted.

: "Disciple Xuan Yi comes to see the master." After saying this, he stood up with his head bowed.

"What are you doing all day long?" Master Lingxu asked with an angry look on his face.

"Disciple went to the back mountain today to practice flying magic weapons, which makes you, master, worried." Long Wu was a little confused in his heart, what happened to master today?

Master Lingxu snorted and said, "This is Zen Master Huitong, who has been my friend for many years. I have called you here today to escort the old Zen Master back to Biyun Temple."

After listening to what Master Lingxu said, Long Wu looked up and saw an old monk who looked very old sitting in the lower position. This man was wearing apricot monk clothes, with layers of wrinkles on his face, and his eyes were

He was dim, his eyelids were drooped, and he looked like he was in his twilight years.

It was just that Long Wu discovered that this person was not a cultivator, but an ordinary mortal. Seeing that Master Lingxu respected this person so much, he was very puzzled. However, he could not neglect the etiquette. "I have met Zen Master Huitong."

." Long Wu saluted the old monk.

From the moment Long Wu walked into the attic, the old monk had already taken a look at him. Although Long Wu was not handsome, he was tall and well-dressed, with a dark complexion with a metallic luster and clear facial features.

And the deep, dark and deep black eyes looked wild and unrestrained. The whole person had a kingly aura that shocked the world. The old monk smiled and said: "The immortal's disciple is really extraordinary regardless of his cultivation and character!"

Long Wu was slightly startled when he heard the old monk's praise. It was the first time he heard such praise, and he felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

"It's getting late today, so the old Zen master will rest here for the night. Tomorrow morning, you will escort the old Zen master back to the temple. You should take more care of him along the way and learn more from the old Zen master." Master Lingxu said in a leisurely manner.

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"Disciple, please obey your master's orders." Long Wu bowed again and left.

After leaving the attic of Master Lingxu and returning to his residence, Long Wu felt a little ridiculous. His master was really interesting. What could he talk about with a mortal old monk? Although he was curious, as a disciple, he couldn't talk to him.

Master asked, he could only bury this curiosity in his heart.

In the early morning of the next day, Long Wu came early to wait in front of the attic where Master Lingxu lived. After seeing the Master and the old monk saying a tedious farewell, the old monk left with Long Wu accompanied by two young novice monks.

The inner courtyard of Yuntian Sect.

Accompanying the old monk as he walked forward, Long Wu looked far into the distance. If you look closely, you can see that his dark eyes instantly became clearer, and there seemed to be a faint halo flowing. Long Wu has never stopped taking photos over the years.

In the cultivation of Soul Art, his current divine will is comparable to that of a monk in the early stages of foundation building!

On the way, the old monk was silent, but Long Wu, who was not bound by the Yuntian Sect, was in an especially good mood! The novel things he saw along the way made him very excited.

This situation only lasted for three days. On the fourth day, the old monk said, "Fellow Taoist Xuanyi, what do you think about the journey of cultivating immortality?"

Hearing Zen Master Huitong ask himself, Long Wu immediately responded hurriedly with a smile on his face, and briefly stated some of his insights on the path to immortality.

After listening to Long Wu's words, the old monk was a little dissatisfied and said: "I have known Immortal Lingxu for many years. I greatly admire the Immortal's character. I have my own personal opinions on this journey of cultivating immortals..."

During Long Wu's casual chat with the old monk, he gained a certain understanding of the old monk's views, and unknowingly, he completed the day's journey.

On the second day, Long Wu was admiring the scenery, but Zen Master Huitong seemed to be unfinished about the topic of opinions. He simply walked side by side with Long Wu to continue their long talk.

Although Long Wu was a little surprised, he didn't care and walked along with him indifferently. After all, this person was the master's guest, so he still had to give him some face.

Just listen to the old monk saying: "There are always many annoying things in a person's life. For example, hot weather, annoying things, lack of sleep, etc. are all the reasons that make people upset and angry. How do you think you should deal with these?

What's the trouble?"

Long Wu secretly thought: The old monk said such things to him, and the more he listened, the more upset he became. Being with someone who said such things for a long time might make him go crazy. But Long Wu then thought about it and wondered if it was because of his cultivation of xinxing.

He was not good enough. Whenever he heard this kind of preaching from Luoji Basuo, it was like a catalyst, which suddenly aroused the irritability deep in his heart. He was originally very patient but became annoyed. But there was no way, Long Wu could only

Can pretend to be all ears.

Looking at Long Wu's appearance, the old monk nodded with satisfaction and said: "No matter who he is, whether he is a stranger or an acquaintance, you should treat him sincerely. Instead of treating him in a pretentious manner, don't help him just to help him..."

The old monk started his sermon again.

Over the past few days, the old monk's preaching was like a demonic sound that penetrated the brain. Long Wu immediately had a headache when he heard it. At this time, he secretly thought in his heart: "How can Master bear this old monk's preaching?"

"Fellow Taoist Xuanyi, what do you think about life?" the old monk asked.

Long Wu really didn't know much about this issue. He was a little numb and subconsciously said: "Disciple is stupid."

When the old monk heard this, he had a look of pride on his face. Apparently he was very satisfied with the teachings he had given Long Wu during this period. Then he said: "Some people say that when a chicken looks at another chicken, it will feel like it is just a chicken."

It is a chick. When you look at a goose, you will feel that the goose is only the same size as you. Only when you see an ostrich will you feel that it is big enough. The conclusion drawn is that if you want to make a little

If the chicken conquers you, you must turn yourself into an ostrich..."

After listening to the old monk's words, Long Wu felt that what this man said was not nonsense, and many of his words contained truth. However, his constant preaching was really very nerve-wracking. Long Wu rolled his eyes and said:

"Old Zen Master, there is still a long way to go from Biyun Temple. How about asking a disciple to send you a ride with a flying magic weapon?"

"My purpose of traveling this time is to save sentient beings. There is no need to fly. I will be with you along the way..."

Seeing the old monk talking happily with Long Wu, two young novice monks followed about a foot behind the two men, snickering secretly. They were glad that they were freed!

"Fellow Daoist Xuanyi, the vision of many animals cannot distinguish the size of objects, and we cannot turn ourselves into an animal to experience it ourselves. Since such a thing cannot be realized, then the eyesight of animals should

There is no objective reason, and people will look at the people or things around them in this or that way..."

Long Wu was completely convinced by the old monk! He didn't expect that there would be such a man in the world who could preach like this. It was really eye-opening!

Yuntian Sect is far away from Biyun Temple, and it would take at least half a year to travel on foot alone. However, after walking for three months, Long Wu couldn't bear the old monk's endless preaching all day long. That night, he

After thinking hard, I finally came up with a solution.

But when he saw the secret in Long Wu's hand, the pale golden mana was wandering unsteadily on his fingertips. As dozens of golden lights shot out, no less than a hundred pale golden mosquitoes were instantly transformed. This kind of effect was something he had never seen in these years.

As a result of slacking off in training, he has now mastered the first level of Tianyan Technique.

This group of mosquitoes flapped their wings like ordinary mosquitoes and launched a fierce attack on the old monk sleeping in the tent!

Not long after, I heard the bitten old monk in the tent say: "Sweeping the floor will not hurt the lives of the ants. Since you are so hungry, I will feed you with my flesh and blood!"

Long Wu secretly stretched out his thumb. He had personally experienced how powerful the transformed mosquito was. He didn't expect that an ordinary old monk would be indifferent to such a bite!

However, just over ten minutes later, I heard a "pop" sound coming from the tent. After a while, I heard the old monk angrily scolding: "You are too shameless, kicking your nose and face, look at Lao Monk's Tathagata

God's Palm!" All night long, there were crackling sounds in the old monk's tent.

In the early morning of the next morning, Zen Master Huitong, who had a mosquito-like face, was obviously a little tired. Long Wu thought that he would not come to him to preach again today. However, as soon as he thought of this, he heard the old monk shout: "Xuan Yi

Fellow Taoist, yesterday we talked about good and evil, today..."

Hearing this, Long Wu's mind buzzed, and he hurriedly said: "Zen master, wait a moment, I'll go for a while." After saying that, he ran into the woods on the roadside.

Zen Master Huitong led two young monks and walked slowly along the official road. After a while, they saw a commotion in the air, and hundreds of golden birds were flying low. When these birds passed by the three old monks

At the same time, a bunch of bird droppings were pulled down together, and the three old monks were covered all over their bodies and faces. At this time, Long Wu caught up with the three people from behind. Seeing the three people's extremely embarrassed appearance, he felt in his heart

It's joy that blooms.

Smelling the smell of bird droppings on his body, the old monk frowned slightly and said to the two young novice monks beside him, whose faces were all wrinkled up: "Amitabha, that's good, that's good! These birds must have eaten up their stomachs.

I'll just go and clean it up later."

Entering the woods, the three of them went in front, Long Wu behind. After walking for more than an hour, they finally found a small river. The old monk and two young novice monks quickly took off their robes and led them into the river with their clothes to wash...

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi, why don't you wash up together? It just so happens that you and I can chat while washing up."

Long Wu, who had just been cleansing his ears for more than an hour, could not help but frown. This Zen Master Huitong was really a headache.

As Long Wu's incantation sounded quietly, not long after, a swarm of wasps flew over the river "buzzing". Then the old monk was heard saying: "You blind beasts, didn't you see that I am a human being?"

Flowers! Ouch, ouch! Look at my powerful Vajra Palm..."

"Master, you've been fighting for a long time, but you haven't seen a wasp die in your palm!" At this time, a young novice monk said, hiding in the water with only his head exposed.
Chapter completed!