Destiny’s Catalogue

"But Brother Sun, you are not too young anymore." Zhao Xingfan felt a bit overwhelming Sun Dong.

Sun Dong's face was full of disdain: "So what, I'm living in the same four generations, I don't know how happy I am, and I have to work hard to cultivate Taoism. Isn't that turning the cart before the horse?"[]

Zhao Xingfan was speechless. How could this situation be completely unexpected to him? He couldn't. After a few random words, he left.

Returning to Zhushan, Zhao Xingfan naturally stood up to solve the problem every five days and saluted Shi Xuan: "Teacher, the disciple has asked you in twenty years. Tell me, and after twenty years, then Ask him, but after twenty years, the deceased disciple still insists that mortals are better than monks. Even if both parents pass away, there is no regret. Please also ask the teacher to teach me."

As these monks practiced the techniques taught by Shi Xuan one by one, they broke through the realm one by one, so they began to call Shi Xuan a teacher, but Shi Xuan was noncommittal.

After hearing Zhao Xingfan's question, Shi Xuan smiled lightly: "After twenty years, you can ask him again."

Zhao Xingfan was dumbfounded, and he couldn't expect that the teacher would continue to answer like this. Is it really going to take another twenty years to ask?

Shi Xuan looked down. Compared to the time of its heyday, the sky and bamboo branches were full of monks. The top of the bamboo mountain is now empty, and there are only five thousand monks.

Because the two Taoisms taught by Shi Xuan only went to the Golden Core Realm, and they were finished in almost a year, so in the past 20 years, they have been repeated 20 times. The entire Ziluo Kingdom has long been able to hear it. If they are so familiar, their younger generations, relatives and friends can listen to them, and there is no need to travel through mountains and rivers.

These four thousand monks came just now because it was Shi Xuan's day to answer questions. On weekdays, there are not even a hundred monks on Zhushan. Of course, those monks need to fight for resources in order to break through the realm. This choice is reasonable.

Shi Xuan got up and all the monks below saluted respectfully. The beasts and birds in the bamboo forest also bowed their hands in salute. For example, the white fox, the kitten, and the golden rat are all standing in human form. The front paws are held together, and the birds are flapping and bending their wings.

Over the years, the monks have been living in harmony with the beasts and birds, and they all know the knowledge of the enlightenment. Shi Xuan often sees the precious spiritual grass from other places outside the Zhulu gate, the spiritual fruit of this mountain,

Materials and so on, but Shi Xuan didn't care about these, and after finishing the sermon, he ordered the person who sent the things to take it back. There was no favoritism on weekdays.

After everyone knew that Shi Xuan really didn't need it, they gradually stopped this behavior.

Anxi city.

"Brother Wan, are you really going to other countries?" Zhang Liu asked Wan Chengfeng. Everyone sat down in Shixuan and listened for twenty years, and the friendship became very good.

Wan Chengfeng nodded, vigorously: "Through the teacher's teaching these years, Wan Mou has entered the supernatural power realm for ten years. However, the resources of Ziluo Kingdom are scarce and the atmosphere of monasticism is not strong, so Wan Mou wants to go out and travel around the world. , And strive to condense the golden pill one day, so that the teacher's orthodoxy can be passed down. How many fellow daoists should also go out and try?"

Zhang Liu was silent for a while: "Well, what we can learn from the teacher, we have learned almost. If we continue to listen, there will be no other gains. If you want to achieve the golden core, there is really no way to rely on the resources here. Since you can make this determination, Brother Wan, Zhang will not lose to you."

"Okay, Brother Zhang, you really still have a lot of pride in your heart." The monk surnamed Li praised. "Actually, if it hadn't been for the troubles of many golden core masters that year, all fell to the hands of the teacher, and we even included the materials for the advanced supernatural powers. We can’t get together. The Ziluo country is too barren. We can only go out and start a sect in a beautiful place in the future. Wouldn’t it be nice to establish an orthodoxy for the teacher?”

Those indecisive supernatural power realm monks were instigated by Wan Chengfeng and monks surnamed Li stupidly, but they still have some worries: "Those great powers of cultivation are no better than Ziluo, and they compete fiercely. If we just go out like this, I am afraid it will be difficult. Can compete with the monks in those places, let alone the four major sects and several major cultivation families."

Wan Chengfeng xiong has made a successful conclusion: "Wan had already thought about this matter. The teacher collected nearly 20 spiritual artifacts from those eight or nine golden core masters. We went to ask for one. There should be no problem. After all, we went out. It is also to preach orthodoxy for him."

This was a high-sounding remark, but Zhang Liu frowned. The teacher didn't take any money for his preaching. It was obvious that he and others took advantage of the unknown. Now he is still asking him for spiritual weapons in the name of preaching the orthodoxy for his elderly. It's shameless and greedy.

Wan Chengfeng continued: “But there is one thing, Wan Mou wants to remind you that you can’t preach openly to teachers in other countries, otherwise you will have no place to bury your body, you can only follow the rules and create sects and families. Or accept one or two disciples to pass on the tradition."

The monks nodded their heads. They all knew the reaction of the outside world very well. Then they decided to go up the mountain overnight and asked the teacher for a magic weapon. Only Zhang Liu couldn't help but never agreed to go with them.

The moon is bright in the middle of the night, and the hundred is silent.

Outside Shixuanzhulu, there were a dozen or so monks from the supernatural power realm kneeling, led by Wan Chengfeng, kowtowing in Cuili.

"Why are you here?" Shi Xuan's faint voice came from the bamboo house.

Wan Chengfeng respectfully said: "In order to break into the Golden Core Realm and better pass on the Taoism for the teacher, the disciples decided to travel to other countries and come to pay respects to the teacher."

"Well, poor Dao knows, go by yourself... Shi Xuan replied briefly.

Wan Chengfeng and the other monks glanced at each other, gritted their teeth, and said cheekily: "But the disciples know their strength is low, afraid of humiliating the teacher's reputation, and afraid that they will not be able to pass on the Taoism, so they want to ask the teacher to give them spiritual tools. Let the disciples have the power to protect themselves." "Oh. There is no spiritual weapon from the poor road, but there are eight characters for you." Shi Xuan paused, and said leisurely, "The human heart is insufficient, the little snake swallows the elephant... Those spirit tools were exchanged for the sect. Penglai sent so many Yin gods to go out, and very few of them could return to the soul, so their own spirit tools are not rich.

Before Wan Chengfeng and the others could continue to plead, they felt that the sky was dim, and they were swaying like clouds and fog, and then he slapped a few times, all fell to the ground, only his whole body was in pain. Looking around, he was already at the foot of Zhushan.

I personally experienced the power and unpredictability of Shi Xuan's methods. Wan Chengfeng and the others were shameless and daring to stay, hurriedly cleaned up the details, and took the family members and apprentices away from home.

It was Zhang Liu. When Shi Xuan preached farewell the next morning, Shi Xuan received two compliments.

Zhao Xingfan walked to the gate of Sun's house again. Twenty years later, Sun's house is still so magnificent, but Zhao Xingfan has advanced magical powers and can be regarded as a master in the whole world, so there is no such thing as this. Take it to heart.

Following the handyman, he came to the waterside house last time. Sun Dong has all white hair, but he is full of energy, and his body looks good. I think it is the result of the previous exercise.

"Brother Zhao, I haven't seen you in twenty years, but you still have the same demeanor." Sun Dong was a little surprised at first seeing Zhao Xingfan as he was twenty or even forty years ago, but soon he calmed down and started laughing. call.

Zhao Xingfan looked at Sun Dong with emotion: "Brother Sun, this is all because of Zhao's lack of cultivation, and he has made progress. Zhao has heard that his eldest nephew and several other juniors have been all because of various It’s really uncomfortable to pass away because of this, if only they followed the Taoist practice."

Sun Dong was a little sad, then smiled and shook his head: "Brother Zhao, haven't you seen it through? Brother and your juniors. What you have enjoyed over the past few decades may be that you may not have leisure for hundreds of years of cultivation. To enjoy it, not to mention being in fear of being in danger of being killed at any time. What's the point of such a life?" Zhao Xingfan wanted to refute that this was not the case for the past forty years, but he thought that most of the monks were like this. Can sigh: "But Brother Sun, your life is not much anymore? Those juniors could have lived many more years."

There was some grief in Sun Dongshen, but he immediately concealed it, and said indifferently: "It is better to live than to die for hundreds of years. How can there be peace of mind to enjoy the happiness of family and live well for decades."

Unable to exchange Sun Dong's approval, Zhao Xingfan had to return in depression.

A few days later, on the top of Zhushan Mountain, Zhao Xingfan asked Shi Xuan again: "Teacher, the disciple went to ask again. He still insists that monks are inferior to mortals, so the disciples are really puzzled."

Shi Xuan looked at Zhao Xingfan with a faint smile, "After twenty years, you can ask him again."

"what?"

Ignoring Zhao Xingfan's surprise, Shi Xuan looked at the number of monks who were sitting down and still listening to the Tao. There were already less than 50 people, and many of them were new in the past few years.

For example, the little girl named Xia Jing came from a remote village in Ziluo Kingdom. Once she saw a monk cast a spell, she became a monk, but unfortunately there was no monk above her body. The monks in the big city He refused to accept her as a disciple, paid to study her and had no money. Later, I heard that there was an old **** in Zhushan, Anxi city. He treated him the same regardless of the identity of the person who listened to the Tao, and taught him publicly, so he broke several pairs of shoes and finally walked to Zhushan. Listen to the Tao, and after listening to the Tao in the morning, you have to immediately go to the restaurant as a kid

One by one.

Zhao Xingfan walked outside Sun’s house again, but saw white cloth hanging everywhere, like a funeral. He had a bad feeling. He had been in the supernatural power for more than 20 years. If he hadn’t been struggling with that problem, he would have gone. Other countries experience and collect resources by the way to prepare for condensing the golden core.

"Lao Jia, who has passed away in this house?" Zhao Xingfan asked a group of people.

The passerby looked at his son Zhao Xingfan curiously: "It's the Patriarch Sun Dongsun Dashan."

Zhao Xingfan lost **** and returned to Zhushan. Is this question always the answer?

A few days later, at the top of Zhushan Mountain, Zhao Xingfan stood up again and smiled bitterly: "Teacher, that disciple's deceased person has passed away. I am afraid that the problem will always be the same."

Shi Xuan asked indifferently: "Don't you understand?" (To be continued!