Immortality begins with monks from the side sect

Chapter 58 Fighting
  "As a Taoist, I have bad luck. I entered Taoism late. I didn't learn about immortals in the world until I was more than thirty years old. I entered the Taoist path at forty-five years old. I am now seventy and three years old. After practicing hard for thirty years, I have only achieved fifty enlightenment. He has so many skills, which makes fellow Taoists laugh a bit."

Ge Laodao stroked his white beard, half regretful and half complacent: "If it hadn't been too late for me to join the Tao, Lao Dao would have had a chance to compete for the spot of an inner disciple, ha."

Why are you talking about this? Do you think I want to hear it?
  Chen Ci had a 'hehe' expression on his face, but felt a little sour inside.

This Lao Deng's cultivation aptitude is probably much better than his. God really has no eyes for it.

"Although I have entered the Longhu Mountain sect, as an external disciple, to be honest, my only role is to do some chores for the sect so that the inner sect disciples can concentrate more on their practice?"

Ge Laodao chewed his mouth and said: "Inner disciples get spiritual fields, eat spiritual rice, pay less, and basically do not perform labor; outer disciples get mortal fields, eat common rice, and can't practice with peace of mind. It's really unreasonable. Who doesn’t want to seek immortality through spiritual practice?”

Chen Ci nodded subconsciously, almost empathizing with him.

If he hadn't been lucky enough to accumulate some initial capital by relying on the frosting method, to be honest, it wouldn't be as good as Deep Blue's Golden Finger plug-in. Let alone improve his cultivation, if he just wanted to complete the allotted essence and blood tasks, I'm afraid he would have to do it. The bottom line dropped again and again.

Chen Ci looked at the veteran Taoist and said suddenly: "A talent like Taoist Brother Ge really should come to our Heshan Sect to develop and develop."

"Ha ha!"

Old Taoist Ge Zhou also smiled: "Heshan Sect is far worse than Longhu Mountain, so I just said, forget it, let's not talk about it. But fellow Taoist Chen, don't compare the old Taoist to your disciples of Heshan Sect. You want to join Longhu Mountain when you first join Shan, the old Taoist is also working hard to protect the environment and the people, and even often uses his own income to subsidize the common people. Isn't that what an immortal should be like?"

There was a trace of nostalgia on Ge Laodao's face: "But those days were really interesting, the joy of the hope of immortality, the coolness of being a chivalrous man, the pleasure of being respected, and the fellow disciples also got along well with each other. They sat down to talk about the Tao and started to practice it."

At this time, there should be a turning point 'but'.

Chen Ci thought so.

"But as time went by, the old Taoist realized that something was wrong. Some of my classmates had mediocre qualifications, but how could they practice much faster than me?"

Ge Laodao sighed slightly: "I just discovered that many of my fellow sects have family support behind them. As far as Lao Dao's little income is concerned, cultivating immortals does not have to be divided into three, six or nine levels, especially since Lao Dao was not very sensible at the beginning, and he still practiced the most. The difficult thunder method, by the time I realize it, it is already too late, and I really can’t go on this road.”

"You can't become an immortal if you are naive. You live for the Tao and die for the Tao. The main reason is that the benefits this time are too great. Fellow Daoist Chen should not blame me."

Chen Ci smiled hoarsely and shook his head slightly: "What's your fault? It's over now. It's good to divide the situation into high and low, and the winner takes all."

Old Taoist Ge Zhou pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "That's the truth."

But then, the old Taoist Ge Zhou added: "But now that the matter has come to this, do you think there is still a chance for us to each get what we have, and we can just say goodbye?"

"The clouds are about to clear."

Chen Ci raised his head and glanced at the sky, the look on his face gradually faded, and he asked coldly: "Fellow Taoist, have you finished drawing the talisman in your hand?"

Chen Ci had already noticed that this guy was sitting cross-legged. Although he was holding the Thunder Jue in his hand, he was also secretly drawing talismans. However, the thunder clouds had not dispersed, so he found that there was nothing much to do.

But now, I can't wait any longer.

Chen Ci stood up, pulled out the iron spear beside him, weighed it slightly, then poured in his true energy and threw it towards Ge Zhou Lao Dao.

"middle!"

With a soft drink, the mysterious altar in front of Ge Laodao exploded violently, and all the talismans were scattered on the ground.

"Fellow Daoist Chen is really direct, but"

Ge Laodao took two steps back with some regret, watching his Xuan altar being scrapped.

"Yinma Pagoda!"

Chen Ci slapped the magic weapon on his waist, and the five pagoda-yin horses lowered their heads and rushed towards Ge Laodao. The ground shook slightly with all their strength, and they really had the momentum of an army charging into battle.

Immediately, Chen Ci followed behind the five-headed Pagoda Yin Horse, covering his body and waiting for the opportunity to move.

Ten feet away, he arrived in a blink of an eye.

"Where is Lux!"

Ge Laodao's face was also full of solemnity. He reached into his arms and scattered a dozen beans. As soon as they landed on the ground, they all condensed into more than a dozen armored Taoists, eight feet tall.

"Ghost? Ha."

It is said to be a ghost, but it is slightly different from the Heshan Sect, less filthy and resentful, and more fragrant. Chen Ci took out a few soul-fixing talismans and broke some of them into beans. However, the remaining warriors were not afraid of death, so they fought with Yin Ma Fu Tu to the death of both sides, and forced Yin Ma Fu Tu to lose. Fight back to the Yinma Buddha Lock.

These beans are somewhat similar to talismans, but they seem to be expensive. A look of pain visibly flashed across Ge Laodao's face.

This is one of the reasons why monks rarely fight among themselves.

Even if you win, there will be no profit and even a loss.

This thought flashed through his mind. Chen Ci's eyes narrowed slightly and his palms became slightly sweaty.

This is the first time for a real head-on fight. To say I'm not nervous would be a lie.

"Five Yin Black Evils!"

Two five-yin black demons attacked Ge Laodao from the left and right. Ge Laodao raised his hand, and the talisman in his hand spontaneously ignited again, and shouted: "The wind is coming!"

The wind started to pick up on the field. Although there was no strong wind, the idea had changed.

Chen Cineng could clearly feel that his two Five Yin Black Demons were somehow like duckweed in the wind. Both their accuracy and speed were much worse. Even the lime powder he secretly mixed with them was blown away. Didn't work.

"If the magic weapon held by fellow Taoist Chen is from other Dafa of Heshan Sect, the old Taoist may not have other thoughts, but this is the bag of five yin evil spirits... Haha."

Old Taoist Ge Zhou smiled, but there seemed to be something different in his smile.

An inexplicable fire arose in Chen Ci's heart, and she was about to use all her strength to activate the five yin evil spirit bags to kill the enemy, but she was stopped by him with her last kick.

Don't be distracted when fighting.

This Lao Deng knew a lot about the methods of the Heshan Sect, but he fell into the other party's rhythm.

Once the Five Yin Evil Qi bags are activated with all the strength, seven Five Yin Black Evils will come out. If you can't win with one blow and delay for a while, your own Three Yin True Qi will be consumed too much, so don't change your shape again on offense and defense.

"The talismans will expire sometimes. Fellow Taoist, this method of calling the wind, can it last forever?"

Chen Ci slowly exhaled a breath and asked lightly.

"Fellow Taoist indeed understands the key point clearly. With the cultivation level of an experienced Taoist, the radius of effect of this Feng Han Yun Talisman is only five feet, and the time is not enough for a stick of incense."

The old Taoist Ge Zhou sighed a little: "If my fellow Taoist keeps keeping distance and slowly wears away, I guess I won't be able to deal with it. In fact, I just suggested that you and I just let it go. This is also to give you a chance, my fellow Taoist."

"Ah."

Chen Ci held down the Five Yin Evil Qi bag and slowly felt the changes in the field. He had never encountered such a targeted method of controlling the field.

"Every time I fight, I don't know why, but I always recall my experience of seeking Taoism."

"I was defrauded of money, encountered bandits who practiced evil practices, and accidentally entered the black shop of a left-behind monk."

"The first time I killed someone in a fight, the sword got stuck in my cervical vertebra and I almost couldn't pull it out. My hands were shaking."

"Although there were many disasters, fortunately, I finally got the opportunity to worship under Jiuquan Temple."

Ge Laodao looked at the talisman in his hand and shook his head slightly.

"Why, after saying so much, do you want me to sympathize with you for your difficulty in seeking truth?"

Chen Ci smiled, and with just these few words, half of the talisman in his hand had been burned, and it would be ineffective after a while.

"No, no."

Ge Laodao also smiled: "I said all this, but I actually want to tell you that even though I am old, I am actually very good at playing."

Ok?
  Chen Ci keenly grasped the change in Ge Zhou's tone, and felt a cold light pressing between his brows.

Clang!
  The spiritual iron dagger suddenly appeared and struck the dragon-tiger sword in mid-air, causing sparks to fly.

　Ah Ci, Ah Ci, the great path has not yet been achieved, how can you be so lax ~ Update soon!

　　
  　
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