After going down the mountain, the full-level boss made his fortune by fortune-telling

Chapter 262
The old Taoist was used to being unrestrained and free for the rest of his life. Although he pursued whatever he wanted, but now he kneels in front of the futon, silently waiting for the arrival of the master.

"Sun Yan, do you still know to come back?"

The former senior brother was looking at him indifferently and sarcastically, the old Taoist said in a muffled voice without raising his head.

"I haven't seen my brother for so many years, but I'm still so young."

Sun Cheng snorted coldly.

"Don't talk glibly with me here, and think about what you should say after you see Master later."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of breeze blew in the bamboo house, and when he looked up again, there was already a figure sitting cross-legged on the futon in front of him.

The old Taoist chance prostrated his entire body on the ground.

"The disciple pays a visit to the master."

"Xuanqing, do you know your mistake?"

The old Taoist raised his head, looked at Master with heavy eyes, and then shook his head.

"I'm stupid, I don't know what I did wrong, so I ask Master to teach me."

"After so many years, you are still obsessed with your obsession. If that's the case, why do you still come to see me?"

The old Taoist bowed his head.

"Master, cultivating the Tao should follow the rules of heaven, but you have repeatedly interfered in the cultivation of my apprentice Li Xuanwei. Such actions are tantamount to counterproductive and not conducive to future development."

After all, he is an ancestor-like existence, and Sun Yan doesn't know how long his master has been cultivating. In short, his cultivation level is definitely not enough for him.

It should be a blessing in life to get advice from the patriarch, but the old Taoist didn't want Wei Wei to go down that road if he didn't understand.

Especially now that he already knows that on that road, it is definitely not becoming a fairy or becoming a god.

The master lowered his eyes and looked at the gray-haired disciple in front of him.

"But I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and you are so old."

The old Taoist lowered his head.

"Tu'er is over eighty years old, and I'm content to be able to maintain my current appearance."

"If you hadn't been obsessed with obsession back then, now you should be similar to being a teacher, stepping into the sky and escaping life and death for a hundred years. As a teacher, you have a natural talent with the roots of Taoism in your heart, and I can give you another chance, Xuanqing, do you know wrong?"

The old Taoist slowly raised his head, with determination and firmness hidden in his eyes under his white eyebrows.

"Master, this disciple thinks that a hundred years is enough for a person, but I don't want to live a thousand years with a pure heart and few desires."

If you can live comfortably for a lifetime, let alone a hundred years, even 50 or 30 years, that is enough.

The old Taoist priest never regretted his decision. Even if he faced the person he once respected most again, he still had to say something for the disciple he cared about the most.

"Master, I know that I can't change your mind, but I beg you to give Wei Wei a little more time. She doesn't know what she will face after she attains Taoism. After so many years, I want to help her Take a chance."

A chance to live in peace and stability.

The master looked at him silently, and there was no human emotion in his deep voice like an evening bell.

"Xuanqing, you clearly know that letting her practice Taoism and become a fairy is to follow the rules of heaven and achieve a positive result. It is not her blessing, but her responsibility, and everything she does as a teacher is for the common people in the world."

"You are for the common people in the world, and I am for my disciple. You have the common people and great love in your heart, but you only have He Xiaoai in your heart. I beg you to give disciple a chance, and a chance for Weiwei."

"Even if you try your best to cultivate, it's like dripping water into the sea, wasting your cultivation and longevity for nothing."

"I just wish she had a chance of surviving."

The master slowly closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and murmured hoarsely.

"Exchanging one person for the common people, I just acted in accordance with the sky."

After speaking, his figure slowly disappeared, leaving only the old Taoist priest kneeling in front of the futon, facing the bamboo forest and sea of ​​clouds outside the window, and slowly closed his eyes.

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"Cultivation, tired, hungry, not shabby."

It was Sun Yangang's first month at the Three Gods Temple, and he met the master who was often mentioned by his seniors for the first time.

In the narrow and cramped ancestral hall, an emaciated child was kneeling in front of the statues of the three gods, his head almost dropped to the ground. He held his stomach and gritted his teeth, resisting the overwhelming sourness in his stomach, trying to control his hunger, and continued to speak silently. Carry scriptures.

Just when he was about to faint, he saw a young female cultivator in a blue cloud robe.

The female nun also held a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper in her hand, and handed it to him.

"Do you want to starve yourself to death?"

Looking at her clothes and listening to her voice, Sun Yan realized that she was the real Baiyin that his senior brother often mentioned, so his body reacted faster than his brain, and quickly knelt down to kowtow to her.

Daoist Baiyin is an expert with the same status as the master, and the most sacred female cultivator in the Taoist temple. Sun Yan dared not neglect her, let alone look directly at the roast chicken in her hand.

"Eat."

She couldn't help but stuff the roast chicken into his hand, tore off a chicken leg and sat down on the altar of the ancestral hall, eating leisurely.

Roasted chicken is a tribute, Sun Yan would not dare to eat it, only dare to secretly watch her eat it.

"A fool would practice bigu when he first started. I have been practicing for decades, so I still eat and drink as usual. Don't listen to your master. You should eat and drink."

This real Baiyin was different from what he had imagined. His master was strict and dull. He thought that the real Baiyin, who was as good as his master, was also a fairy-tale person, but he didn't expect her to be so lazy and do things casually.

Later, Sun Yan still didn't eat the roast chicken, because the master came, he asked himself to go out, and then closed the door with one sleeve.

Sun Yan didn't dare to eavesdrop, so he could only walk away.

He is a child picked up by his master. There is a famine in his hometown, and his relatives are almost dead. He sold himself to human traffickers for a bite to eat, but he got sick halfway. The human traffickers saw that he was hopeless, so they raped him The clothes left him by the side of the road.

When he woke up again, he was here.

Without his family, he gained a master and a senior brother, and then he became Daoist Baiyin.

The Taoist temple is located in the mountains, but the incense is at its peak.

The master is a well-known Taoist priest, and there are even foreigners who come here for his fame. Therefore, although the Taoist temple is small, there are many worshippers. Therefore, Sun Yan finally lived a life without worrying about food and clothing, and lost his former self. He changed his name to Sun Yan, and his master's surname was Sun.

The master said that he is talented, at least more talented than his brother.

But Sun Yan felt that he was stupid. The same book was memorized by senior brother in a week, but he needed half a month or even a month.

So he practiced harder and harder. After knowing that his master and senior brothers had already started to live without food, he also started to learn not to eat without food at a young age.

Because of this, he met Daoist Baiyin.

The real person is always elusive, obviously in the same Taoist temple, the Taoist temple is small but the real person is almost invisible.

(End of this chapter)