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"What do you think of a monk?"

Taoist priest Qingyang did not rush to answer, but first asked Su Xun such a question.

Su Xun pondered for a moment, and then quoted the explanations he saw in his novel: "immortal cultivator?"

"Sir, the cultivation of Taoism is not the cultivation of immortals. We are the cultivation of Taoism, not the cultivation of immortals. If I were an immortal, I would not kneel here now." Taoist priest Qingyang has a bitter smile on his face. If he is an immortal, will he be afraid of bullets?

It's just like what is written in Xianxia's novels. If you slap the whole moon lake, how can you be humiliated by Su Xun.

Su Xun also thought that if cultivating Taoism is equal to cultivating immortals, Taoist priest Qingyang would lose the face of those who cultivate immortals.

Taoist priest Qingyang explained: "Taoism can be regarded as something like a strange family to escape armor. It naturally suppresses ghosts and demons, but in addition to some low-end unorthodox skills, the real orthodox Taoism is not a big threat to the living."

"Is there a specific realm division?" Su Xun asked.

Qingyang shook his head: "no, there are differences in the status and skills of people who practice Taoism, but there is no specific division of realm."

"Can you live forever?" Su Xun asked again.

"Maybe before." Qingyang looks a little lonely: "there are records in ancient books that the Taoist Pengzu lived for 800 years in the pre Qin period, but with the development of modern social science and technology, the aura is getting thinner and thinner. Most of the monks are stronger than ordinary people, and they live for more than 100 years without incurring diseases."

Who doesn't want to live forever with heaven? But this is basically impossible in modern society.

Su Xun nodded clearly. The prosperity of one system must represent the decline or even extinction of another system.

There is gain, there is loss. This is everything in the world.

"In modern society, are there so many monsters for you to catch?" Su Xun looks at Qingyang curiously.

Qingyang's expression became more and more bitter and astringent: "there are very few, so most of our monks have changed to fortune telling and geomantic omen."

This is equivalent to the empty dragon slaughtering technique, but there is no dragon in the world to be slaughtered by him, which makes people feel powerless.

Su Xun shook his head and said, "it's so weak."

he was a little disappointed. He thought that the cultivation of Taoism was the kind of immortal in the novel, but now it seems that he thought too much.

In essence, it's just a group of ordinary people who have mastered the magic power, maybe better than ordinary people.

"Sir, it's just limited by the times. Which one is weaker, Li Chunfeng, Yuan Tiangang and Liu Bowen It's not the environment that we can't help defending ourselves.

Looking at the angry Qingyang, Su Xun didn't mean to continue to ridicule him, and asked the next question: "are there any monks or martial arts?"

"Naturally, and different from our monks, although Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, and ran min, the king of Wu mourning heaven, are no longer able to emerge, the martial arts are still prosperous today. After all, we monks rely on heaven, and the martial arts rely on ourselves."

Qingyang is a little sad when he talks about these things. In ancient times, both the monks and the martial arts appeared the arrogance that set off the waves of the times and affected the historical process.

Today, however, martial arts is still prosperous and unaffected. The living soil of these monks is getting smaller and smaller, and fewer and fewer people are willing to practice.

As a result, when we talk about Daoism to ordinary people, people's first reaction is whether they can do fortune telling or geomantic omen.

All the monks became fortune tellers and geomancy masters.

Even this, have also been a group of unscrupulous liars discredit.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid Taoism will disappear in the long river of history.

"Why catch Qin Bamboo?" Su Xun didn't believe that Qingyang was for the sake of the so-called separation of evil and Taoism.

Qingyang took a look at Qin Zhu and said awkwardly, "this ghost is a little special. I want to take it back for research."

"Special?" Su Xun raised his eyebrows and thought of his doubts: "is it because she can show up in the daytime, and is there any entity?"

"Not bad." Qingyang nodded and said with a puzzled face: "it's very difficult for ghosts to form in modern society. It's also a ghost body. Ghosts are naturally afraid of the sun, but she doesn't look different from living people, which is very strange."

"That's what's strange about me, too." Su Xun felt his chin and looked at Qin Zhu with a puzzled face.

Qin Zhu was a little scared by the two people. He stepped back from his heart and looked at Su Xun pitifully: "master, you don't want to slice me into pieces. Don't listen to this smelly Taoist. He has bad intentions!"

"Don't worry, I can't bear it." Susian touched the back of her hand. How could such a sweet pet be willing to slice?

Of course, if there is a research method without slicing, he will certainly consider it.

Qin Zhu was relieved, and then glared at Qingyang fiercely: "I tell you, smelly Taoist, you don't want to sow dissension and destroy the relationship between me and my master."Qingyang didn't speak. It wasn't his pride. If there was no Su Xun, this mutant kid's threat to him was no different from farting.

"Give me your contact information." Su Xun said to Qingyang.

Taoist priest Qingyang took out his latest love crazy mobile phone from his robe, and inadvertently revealed Rolex on his wrist.

Su Xun was a little surprised: "Oh, I don't see that you can enjoy it. You are still a rich prostitute."

"It's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning." Taoist priest Qingyang was embarrassed. He didn't know why he was embarrassed. Anyway, he was embarrassed.

People with real skills are not short of money everywhere. Although he has no property, he has made a lot of money by showing Feng Shui to those big bosses.

After changing his contact information, Su Xun patted his ass and got up and stretched out: "if there's anything I'll ask you, don't make trouble, I won't make trouble with you."

As the voice dropped, he turned and left.

Qin Zhu makes a face at Qingyang, and then follows Su Xun.

A long and other large groups of bodyguards also followed the slow evacuation.

After Su Xun's motorcade left, Qingyang, who was kneeling on the ground, dared to stand up and wipe the sweat on his forehead. He was full of mixed feelings.

As a monk, he always has a superior pride. After all, he has the ability that ordinary people can't master.

But today, reality has taught him to be a man.

Times have really changed.

Half ring, sighed, back lonely left, brain a bit confused, he wanted to be quiet.

The tourists by the lake looked at each other, kept silent for a moment, then turned around and went on fishing calmly.

Even the destruction of the world can't stop the fishermen from fishing.