Simulated Reincarnation: My Descendants Are Exposed!

Chapter 48 He Gives Too Much

Is this me using the dream technique to meet you in a dream?
Hearing this, the old Taoist priest hesitated for a moment before dissipating his mana and no longer resisting.

With him no longer resisting.

A heavy drowsiness hit him.

Darkness swept over, engulfing his vision.

But after a while, the darkness receded, and a grand scene of a fairy house with green grass, fragrant flowers, green hills, green bamboos, and waterfalls appeared in front of his eyes.

And under the flying waterfall, a Taoist wearing a Taoist robe, wearing straw sandals, a Taoist crown and hair, and his eyes are like a deep pool of clear bottom is looking at him, "Jiuxuan, a disciple of the Poor Dao Mountain and River Sect!" I've seen friends."

Hearing that the Taoist reported his family name, the old Taoist priest also reported his family name, "The poor Daoist Wudang Zhang Yinxian, I have met the real Jiuxuan."

The old Taoist priest looked at the Taoist after finishing the report, and couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart. He asked abruptly, "Dare to ask the real person, where is the Shanhe sect? Why have I never heard of Xiaodao?"

Wudang School has been established for more than 700 years.

During these 700 years, the ancestors of Wudang have been communicating with other sects, but have never met other practitioners.

The ancestors once speculated that there was no cultivation in this world, and it was their own ancestors who realized the qi and created the method of cultivation, so they had the cultivation of immortals.

And he has practiced for more than [-] years, and he has never seen other immortals, so he thinks that Wudang is the only one in this world.

As a result, there is now a Shanhe sect that I have never heard of...

As for why he called himself Xiaodao... Don't look at him being over 80 years old, but judging from his appearance, the other party is undoubtedly still very young, about 40 to [-] years old.

But for a cultivator, it is not difficult to maintain a permanent appearance. The appearance cannot be used to judge the real age of the other party. Maybe the person in front of him is someone who has cultivated for thousands or tens of thousands of years. The old monster, plus on the road to immortality, the master is the teacher...so in front of this person, he calls himself Xiaodao.

Hearing his question, Master Jiuxuan looked at the old Taoist in surprise, "Of course it's in his cave."

"This……"

The old Taoist was a little embarrassed.

Because Jiuxuan's demeanor and expression seemed to say, isn't it common sense that the sect is in his own cave?Are you ignorant of common sense?
Although he really wants to say that he really has no common sense, Wudang has only been established for more than [-] years, and there is no such thing as a hole in the sky. Immortal world, take chances, but he can't let go of this face.

This face does not refer to his personal face, but Wudang's face.

He was afraid that the real Jiuxuan would think that Wudang was a cat or dog sect.

"It seems that we can only find another opportunity to inquire about the news of the world of cultivating immortals..."

The old Taoist sighed inwardly, but smiled on his face, calmly, "Actually, what Xiaodao wants to ask is the name of Guizong Dongtian."

"So that's how it is." Master Jiuxuan felt stunned, "Pindao misunderstood, the Dongtian of Shanhezong is called Xiaoyoushanhetian."

Misunderstand what...

The old Taoist was a little bit paralyzed, and quickly changed the subject, "I don't know why the real person met Xiaodao in his dream?"

"Is such that……"

Master Jiuxuan started talking.

And following the narration of Master Jiuxuan, the old Taoist also understood the reason why the other party came to find him.

It turned out that the real Jiuxuan found the seeds of two kinds of spiritual things when he was traveling in the cave, called Qinghe Lingmi and Bitter Bamboo.

But he didn't want to bring the seeds of these two spiritual things back to the sect, so he planned to open up a Beppu to plant and take care of these seeds.

He looked for himself because he was a cultivator of immortals and had magic powers, so he wanted to invite himself to be a spiritual farmer in his Biefu to take care of Qinghe Lingmi and bitter bamboo.

"I found the spiritual seed but didn't bring it back to the sect. I'm going to eat it alone... As for the spiritual farmers who take care of the seeds, rain, weed, and insect repellent? Isn't this a farmer?"

The old Taoist was a little speechless.

It's not that he looks down on farmers, but according to the Jiuxuan real person, after becoming a spiritual farmer, he not only has to keep an eye on the green grass rice and bitter bamboo to prevent them from having problems, but also consumes his own mana to rain on them.

This means that I will not be able to practice until the green grass and the bitter bamboo grow.

"Thanks to Master Jiuxuan for his great love, it's just me..."

The old Taoist opened his mouth and wanted to refuse, but at this moment, he heard Master Jiuxuan say, "After the green grass rice and bitter bamboo grow to maturity, the poor Taoist priest will offer a golden light curse as a reward."

"This curse is a spell to protect the body."

"It's extremely weak at the beginning, but every time you recite it, the power will increase by one point, there is no limit."

After listening.

He changed his voice, "...It's just that Xiaodao, when I think that I have received generous gifts from fellow daoists for only doing this little thing, I really feel ashamed to receive it."

It's not that he wants to delay his practice and sacrifice himself for others.

But what the other party gave was too much.

"Since Fellow Daoist has agreed, please hurry to the poor Beppu as soon as possible. The poor Beppu is..."

"The poor Taoist has other important matters, so I won't bother the fellow Taoist."

After finishing speaking, Jiuxuan disappeared, and Xianjia Shengjing disappeared.

At the same time, the old Taoist woke up from his dream.

"Shanhezong... Jiuxuan Daoist... This is me, have you met an immortal?"

He muttered to himself, and immediately took out his mobile phone to book a ticket, then sat cross-legged on the futon, calmed down, and continued to practice.

……

The next day, the old Taoist stood up and was about to ring the bell to notify his disciples to come.

He intends to tell them that he will go out to visit friends, ranging from a few months or a year, to a few years or ten years at most, so that his disciples will practice diligently while he is away.

As for why it takes so long to visit friends, he doesn't know... He can't say that he wants to go out to work for others, can he?

And just when he was about to ring the bell, his eldest disciple, a young man of more than 20 years, walked in with a worried face.

Seeing his appearance, the old Taoist knew that he had something to do, and frowned, "Chonghe, what's the matter with you?"

Chong He thumped and knelt on the ground, "Master, my mother dreamed of my dead father last night. In the dream, my father said that I have no children, and worried that our grandson's bloodline will be cut off after a hundred years... My mother feels ashamed For the disciple's deceased father, let the disciple go back to a blind date, get married and have a child, so as to leave a bloodline..."

"My disciple has been persuading me for a long time to no avail, so I want to go back, at least a few months, a year, or at most a few years. After the disciple has dealt with the mundane affairs, I will go up to the mountain to practice."

Hearing this, the old Taoist priest agreed, "There are three ways to be unfilial, and having no heirs is the greatest. In Wudang, there are no rules and regulations that prohibit you from marrying a wife and having children. You can go on your own... Remember, even if you are in the world, you must practice diligently." , don't delay."

"Yes, the disciple must work hard to practice and will never delay."

Chong He nodded quickly, and then left the Taihe Palace. When he left, there was a trace of shame on his face.

In fact, he lied. His mother didn't dream of his dead father at all, but he dreamed of a fairy... He dared not say that in order to get the promise of the fairy, he was going to work for the fairy as a spiritual farmer. After all, his master The most important thing is Wudang's face and practice.

If the master knew that he, a big disciple of Wudang, was going to work as a spiritual farmer for other sects, and after becoming a spiritual farmer, he would use the small rain praying technique to rain the spiritual seeds every day, bringing vitality and delaying his practice, maybe he would be convulsed Kill him and drive him out of the division.

After Chonghe left, the old Taoist priest was about to continue ringing the bell, but at this moment, his second disciple walked in with a worried expression on his face, and then knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Master, my grandma said that she dreamed of ghosts and gods, and worried that she would not have a good few years to live. She said that she wanted to see me get married, get married and have children before I died... I want to go back, at least a few months, once years, at most a few years, after the disciples have dealt with the mundane affairs, they will return to the mountain to practice."

(End of this chapter)