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Chapter 217 All things are born with the Tao
"Hahaha, fellow daoists come to the ancient cloud temple of Pindao, why don't you tell me in advance, so that the poor Taoist can invite his disciples to greet him one or two."

Outside the main hall, Taoist Qianji flicked his whisk and strode towards the temple.

The face is full of a smile like a spring breeze.

"Why don't you serve tea to Fellow Daoist?"

Taoist Qianji came in, looked left and right, saw that there was no tea beside Fang Zelin, and immediately felt that his disciples were not well received.

"Hey, there's no need to be so polite."

Fang Zelin waved his hand, seeing Taoist Qianji so happy, he felt a little strange immediately, "Why, there is a happy event in the temple today? Why is fellow Taoist so happy?"

"It's because of fellow daoists!"

Taoist Qianji sat down with a cheerful smile on his face.

"When I went back to the mountain to practice before, I took my disciples to Yuxu Mountain, and I went to Yuxu Mountain together with the disciples from other mountain gates. The disciples all comprehended the scriptures left by fellow Taoists."

"That's all of them entered Wenwen Mountain!"

Taoist Qianji was smiling all over his face at the moment, and told the happy event.

It was more than ten years ago, but after seeing Fang Zelin now, I still can't help but think about this happy event.

Now it's naturally full of smiles.

Fang Zelin was stunned when he heard the words, he wondered why he was so happy.

"I see."

Wenwen Mountain, when I continued at Yingping Peak for ten years, I also entered.
Probably more than 40 times, right?
Fang Zelin thought about it carefully, but he didn't remember it carefully, and it was difficult to figure it out for a while.

"The scriptures left by fellow Taoists for saving people are really the most wonderful scriptures!"

At this moment, Taoist Qianji thought of the appearance of a group of disciples sitting in front of the stone wall to comprehend, and still couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken.

In the future, Taoist disciples are expected to be passed on from generation to generation.

"They are all Taoist disciples who are quite qualified, and they are so diligent just now."

Fang Zelin made a modest sound, and then explained his purpose for coming this time, "Fellow Daoist is proficient in astrology, so I don't know what is going on in Daqian now? I heard that Dagan has contacts with Beiliang now."

"Beiliang is also a powerful country, and Fang is worried that there will be war between the two."

If there is a war, the national power will decline, and even the luck will weaken.

In this way, the previous blessings will be completely useless.

"Is there still this?"

Since returning to the mountain, Taoist Qianji no longer pays attention to the matter at the bottom of the mountain, and this is the first time he knows about it.

After pondering for a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Fang Daoyou, even if there is a war between the two, it is not something we can intervene in. We, cultivators of immortality, never intervene in this matter."

"Wars between countries, or the change of dynasty between human races, are all the choices of human races themselves, and we cannot intervene."

The affairs between the human races have always been too complicated, with various interests, intrigues, and schemes emerging one after another.

Therefore, people who cultivate immortals never care about such things. As long as there are no demons who want to destroy the human race, they just stay in the mountains to clean up.

Fang Zelin was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then nodded, "I have been taught, but Fang is too persistent."

"Tao is always doing nothing but doing everything. All things are born according to the Tao. This is the case. Fang still needs to practice more."

He was originally cultivating the Tao, and he didn't follow the way, so he didn't cultivate well.

When Fang Zelin said this, he sighed with emotion.

Daoist Qianji was stunned when he heard it, and then looked at Fang Zelin dumbfounded.

This Taoist friend Fang is able to say such a Taoist scripture, and his understanding of the Tao is beyond the reach of ordinary monks. Under such conditions, he still says that he can't cultivate well?
Taoist Qianji was about to say something, but then he realized that there is no end to the journey of cultivation.

Thinking like this in his heart, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.

"Speaking of which, there were quite a few monks from the sect of cultivating immortals in Beiliang back then, and they did the work of slaying demons and demons together."

Seeing Fang Zelin mentioning Beiliang, Taoist Qianji couldn't help but think of the immortal cultivators over there.

Back then, the sect of cultivating immortals in this place was on the decline. After the sect of cultivating immortals in Beiliang knew about it, many fellow practitioners came here to help them overcome this hurdle together.

"Oh, compared to the sects here, what is the strength of the disciples of the Xiuxian sect in Beiliang?"

Fang Zelin was refreshed when he heard this.

He has never seen any cultivators outside of this place.

Taoist Qianji thought for a while when he heard the words, and then shook his head, "Pindao doesn't know much about this matter, but from the materials recorded in the temple, I know some things that happened that year."

"However, the disciples of the Xiuxian sect who came to Beiliang should not be weak. Beiliang is a big country, and the luck of the human race has always been strong. With this national power, the disciples of this authentic Taoist sect will have a lot of days to meditate."

"Looking at the disciples of the same sect who came here at that time, there are more than five generations of disciples, and there must be more of them now."

Dagan's side can be regarded as a safe and secure place, located in a remote place.

Surrounded by lofty mountains, swamps and depressions, miasma and poisonous insects, countless goblins have been bred.

Surrounded by goblins, the sects of cultivating immortals built here have many fighting skills.

Therefore, it seems that the way is weak.

It's different in Beiliang. Although there are monsters, the luck of the human race there has always been strong, and Guozuo can last for a long time after the establishment of the dynasty.

The Taoist sect was given a lot of retreat time.

In this way, there is naturally a clear difference in the strength of the monks from Dagan and Beiliang.

Nothing compares.

"I see."

Fang Zelin understood what he said.

Whether it's Yuxu Mountain, Ancient Cloud Temple, or several other mountain gates for cultivating immortals, the disciples are weak.

Fang Zelin knew about this before.

But right now, it seems that there are Xiuxian Mountain Sects in other places, and the strength of the sect is quite strong.

"By the way, the ferret essence in the alchemy furnace, fellow daoist, hasn't refined luck yet?"

Fang Zelin couldn't help but ask one more question when he heard his disciples say that.

I have practiced for ten years, and I am tempered by this pill fire every day, I am afraid that the taste is not very pleasant.

"Yeah, there is nothing the poor can do about this matter. I told the other party at that time. This suffering is very unbearable."

"This ferret essence can last, but it has survived until now. Just continue to practice like this, and in the end, it will be good luck, and the other party will also hurt the root cause, and the lifespan will be greatly reduced."

At the end, even Taoist Qianji couldn't help feeling a little complicated.

From this point of view, the ferret spirit's feelings for his disciples should be true.

If not, this kind of tempering in the dark is not as satisfying as a knife.

Every time the other party couldn't hold on, it was because they saw Ming Lian that they held on again.

It can be seen that it is clearly because of the disciples under the sect that they have persisted.

(End of this chapter)