I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 617 Master and Disciple
"Oh."

Tu Shanjun nodded lightly.

He naturally knew that Taiyi was not in the sect.

The Zunhun Banner is enshrined in Zuofeng Soul Hall, where the disciples' life lamps are located. It is estimated that it has not been used for a long time, and it will be taken out by Taiyi only when the evil spirit of the ghost is increased every quarter.

"Master, that..." The devil whose head was grabbed by Mr. Tu Shan was like a fly rubbing his hands, and said with a flattering smile: "Congratulations, master, for your great achievement."

Tu Shanjun looked sideways slightly, lowered his head and pulled out the demon's yin and yang gods from this body, then threw that body back to the Ghost King Palace, and said: "The technique of Hell Transformation is not perfect yet, I have to work hard on you."

Regardless of the devil's wailing, he put it into his sleeve robe.

Such is the nature of demons.

As long as it is not included in the soul banner, it will look for opportunities. Originally Taiyi was in charge of the sect, it did not dare to make any changes, but now that Taiyi is going to discuss important matters, it naturally wants to leave.

Tu Shanjun never felt that this thing could really settle down, no matter if it was Wei or De.Use it as long as it is useful, and when someone replaces it in the future, you don't need it to live.

Don't look at Tu Shanjun's smart shots, but he is actually a paper tiger now. Taiyi's mana seems to be unable to dispel near fire, unable to exert his abilities. The ability to subdue the devil depends on the spell of the Senbai circle and being the master of the brand of spiritual consciousness direct ability.

However, even so, the demon didn't dare to resist. Others might try his best, but this one in front of him was a famous murderer without blinking an eye.

Even the head Taiyi has good intentions towards it, but the old devil has no mercy for it at all.

The puppet old man didn't bother Tu Shanjun, he turned and left when he saw Tu Shanjun throwing the devil's puppet body back to the seat in the Ghost King Hall.His duty is to look after the devil and guard the sect at the same time.

The devil's crisis is over, so it's inconvenient to stay in Danfeng for a long time.

……

Zhou Xinglie, who was intimidated by such cruel methods, opened his mouth wide in a daze for a long time.

He didn't expect that the third patriarch of the sect was actually the master's servant, and he was so humble.

"Why is it still the same level of cultivation? Have you carefully considered the Dao scriptures I revised for you? How is your study of scriptures and spells? What state has alchemy reached?"

Tu Shanjun frowned slightly.

For this registered disciple, he didn't want to control him too much.

But this cultivation base is really unreasonable.

It took him a whole ten days to fake pills, and the resources of the sect did not treat him badly, and the resources in the storage bag presented by Mr. Tu Shan before were also very rich. It stands to reason that it is enough to replace a few copies with the spiritual objects of forming pills.

All in all, unsatisfactory.

'Could it be that the resources I gave are too few? "Mr. Tu Shan guessed that although he didn't give much to his disciple because of his cultivation base, he was quite generous in his actions, so there shouldn't be a shortage of resources.

As his disciple, Zhou Xinglie holds a large amount of power in his hands, and he will not lack resources.

"My disciple is stupid." Zhou Xinglie saluted respectfully and said, "The talent for cultivation is mediocre. Master's scriptures have paved the way for this disciple. However, it took a lot of effort to realize the truth."

"In recent years, most of the disciples have stayed in the Dazhong City. They are busy with paperwork and chores, and their alchemy skills can barely reach the threshold of the third rank."

Seeing the disciple's expression, Tu Shanjun secretly sighed, it's really not easy for him to show face to the disciple after he left the gate, but he is not a kind-hearted person who can speak soft words.

So he said: "It doesn't matter how the outsiders are, the most basic thing is one's own cultivation."

"Without the support of cultivation base, your lifespan is not enough to increase, I'm afraid..."

"Forget it, leaving the customs today is a day of great joy, so I don't blame you." Tu Shanjun waved his hand, he should accept the mediocrity of his disciples, at least Zhou Xinglie's morals are good.

"Just do it yourself."

"Thank you, Master, please remember." Zhou Xinglie looked more respectful after being ashamed. He actually wanted to improve his cultivation, but he lacked understanding and aptitude.

A lot of effort has been wasted over the years, but his cultivation is like a snail.

Not to mention comparing with other people in the sect, even comparing with his junior brother, he is too far behind.

Thinking of the terrifying talent of my little junior, Wu Daoxian, I feel that people are really incomparable.

Junior brother only started practicing at the age of ten, and ten years later, his cultivation level still hasn't broken through the middle stage of Qi training. Although the fellow monks don't say it publicly, they are actually making jokes behind their backs, saying that the sect has accepted a fake Tianlinggen disciple.

However, in the past two years, not only has he successfully cultivated to the great perfection of Qi training, he has also successfully cultivated the foundation building, which has confirmed his talent. He went to see his junior brother half a year ago, and the breath and calm inspiration are not ordinary. Basic monks can compare.

"Congratulations, master, for leaving the customs!"

Xiaoxiu, dressed in a white jade robe, walked into the hall to salute and kowtow, all in one go.

"Get up."

Tu Shanjun was not surprised, he just nodded flatly and said: "That's right. Dao Xian, you have done a good job of balancing the yin and yang of your body. When you cultivate the golden core, you will be able to completely solve the problem."

"Thank you, master, for your hard work for your disciples."

"Otherwise, the disciple will never live to balance Yin and Yang."

The visitor was tall and straight, with a dignified appearance. He stood up after knocking three times, and his face also had an expression of excitement and joy. He had waited for many years, maybe he was waiting for his master to come out of the customs.

For so many years, he studied hard at Ghost Peak, and thanks to the Taoist scriptures and ghosts left behind by his master, when he encountered something he didn't understand, those ghosts scrambled to answer him.

And the head of the sect also took good care of him, senior brother Zhou Xinglie also came to the sect to see him from time to time, he was a very nice person.Wu Daoxian's only regret is that his master stayed in seclusion for too long and didn't get much advice from him.

"Don't need to say too much, since you are my disciple, I should always think of you." Tu Shanjun didn't need to say much to express his gratitude.

The master-student relationship in the practice world cannot be explained clearly in a few words. Most master-student relationships are stronger than father-son relationships. Mr. Tu Shan doesn't want his disciples to be too polite, just express his true thoughts.

Zhou Xinglie's smile became more and more bitter. This person is different from others. When the master sees him, he is a series of homework supervision, and when he sees the younger brother, it is praise and guidance.

Of course, it was also because his cultivation hadn't really improved much. Qian Fei had already entered the middle stage of Golden Core, comprehending the realm of law, but he was still a fake core, and he was also a disciple of the same generation back then, so the gap was getting wider and wider.

"Senior brother came so early."

Wu Daoxian greeted Zhou Xinglie with a smile.

Zhou Xinglie nodded with a smile: "Brother, it just happens to happen just in time for Master to leave the customs."

He wasn't jealous of his junior brother or anything.

He watched the younger brother grow up, and speaking of it, he was considered half of the younger brother's master, but he just felt envious and sighed, if only he had such a high talent.

Cultivation aptitude cannot be accomplished with just one spiritual root, comprehension, chance, perseverance, character... all are indispensable.

Tu Shanjun thought for a while, took out two storage bags from the storage ring, threw them to the two apprentices respectively, and said by the way: "Don't be stingy with the pills, everything depends on your own practice, and cultivation is the foundation."

"Thank you, Master."

"If you have any problems in practice, let's talk about it together." Tu Shanjun summoned the futon casually, and the ghost king hall suddenly turned into a grand Taoist temple, and he also sat cross-legged on the futon as if he was a high-level cultivator.

As if thinking of something, Tu Shanjun burst out laughing.

He wanted to explain to his disciples, but he forgot that monks who can supplement their own practice questions one by one will not store those questions for too long, or search for the Buddhist scriptures, or ask the sect's lecturers, they will always ask questions. Find an inspiration or two.

So, he didn't ask any more questions, but prepared to preach for his disciples.

"Where do we start, let's start with the foundation building in a hundred days..."

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Zhou Xinglie looked up at Mr. Tu Shan.

Whether it is Yin and Yang or the Five Elements theory, materialism and idealism, it seems profound but can be explained in a simple way, splitting one of them into simple but concise 'Tao', this kind of monk, wherever he is placed, is the founder of the sect Patriarch of Lipai.

There is no golden lotus springing up from the ground, and there are no wild flowers falling from the sky. There are only methodologies and practical principles about cultivation, which explain the first step of cultivation in a simple and simple way, that is, the golden elixir road.

At this time, he suddenly felt that there might not be many monks like Master in the world, but he was lucky enough to be a Master.

Wu Daoxian shook his head and listened to the scriptures with relish, just like listening to the master's sermons back then.

He didn't feel that much, he just felt that the master should be like this, he is an outstanding person in this world, the ancestor who founded the sect, and the famous ancestor of Xingluo.

This is his impression from childhood to adulthood.

dusk.

Not until dusk.

Wu Daoxian returned to Ghost Peak after saluting. He still needs the help of Ghost Peak's large array of terrain for the time being.

"12 years, is it okay?" Tu Shanjun looked at Zhou Xinglie and asked, "Is the girl from the sect I mentioned last time married?"

"Yes."

"Get married in Yunjing City, and the master master will witness the marriage for the disciple."

"Who is the woman?"

"A woman from the Fang family of the Hehuan Sect is named Fang Yingxue. Originally, our cultivation bases were similar. Since we became husband and wife, Yingxue has entered the early stage of alchemy, but she is a disciple... her cultivation base has not improved."

"Although a husband and wife are one body, people's hearts are fickle. There are some things that you should hold in your hands and not entrust them all to you." Tu Shanjun's tone obviously became deeper.

It's not to scare his apprentice.

In case he dies, or cannot sleep, the lack of cultivation of the disciples will easily be calculated by others, that's why he persuaded him like this.

"Disciple saves."

"If you have time, please bring it to the teacher."

"A disciple can't ask for it."

"Go."

It wasn't until Zhou Xinglie left Danfeng that Tu Shanjun, who was standing at the entrance of the hall, turned around and grabbed the devil in his sleeve robe: "Check out the situation of the Fang family of the Hehuan Sect, and then check how that woman met my apprentice that day."

As if being pardoned, the devil knelt on the ground flatteringly and kowtowed: "Master, please don't worry, the little one will definitely find out the truth, and won't let the ghosts plot against the master's disciples..."

"Go."

"Small one, just get out, get out of here."

Putting on the skin that Taiyi helped it make, the devil transformed into a majestic Yuanying Zhenjun again.

(End of this chapter)