The old man is a deviant person. Although he has a good body of Taoism, he is not a serious thing.

He practiced mixed skills, and had a ancestral magical attack technique.

After getting older, he joined the Boxer Rebellion and became the marshal at that time. He learned some methods of sprinkling beans, origami, and controlling ghosts, which were only considered magical techniques, but there was no method of immortality.

It is hard to find immortality.

There are still only a few who truly control the method of immortality.

If you want to have the opportunity to pursue immortality, you must at least be a side sect in the evaluation of Taoism, such as the official Taoist general.

If you want to practice without any hidden dangers, you can only go to those major sects to seek Dharma.

For most people who are exposed to practice, it is normal to only practice skills but not practice methods. The same is true for the Nuo people Wu Xuanzhi met in Rongcheng before.

Since the Boxer Rebellion was defeated ten years ago, the old man has hidden his identity and opened a coffin shop here.

How much money you earn is exchanged for cigarettes and alcohol.

The magical strife is seriously devastating to the body and is absolutely irreversible. If it weren't for the paralysis of tobacco and alcohol, he would have been unable to hold on.

How many people who practice this technique are not because the deadline is coming, but are hurt to death.

The old man left this "Guan Sheng Tu" to him, probably expecting that his life would end, so this is to arrange his funeral.

As the old man himself said, the magical craft is not a good thing. Although it was passed down from family, he did not have the idea of ​​passing on it. He had no children, no children, no disciples, and this lineage was considered awesome to his generation.

It's good to be awesome, something that hurts people.

Wu Xuanzhi didn't feel much sad, he just felt a little sad.

Perhaps for the old man, being able to die on the sickbed would be a good ending.

He walked far away in a blink of an eye. Wu Xuanzhi held the scroll in his hand and thought in his mind.

"Now this east wind is ready. Whether it is successful or not, let's see the battle in August."

The gods are in chaos and cause endless harm. I don’t know how many Taoist sects are involved behind this.

If they do not use thunder to shock them and let them know all kinds of benefits and harm, they may not know how to restrain themselves.

Wu Xuanzhi looked up at the sky, and the starry sky was deep and silent. Only at the entrance of the tramways in the distance could you see some lights and noisy sounds.

In an instant, Wu Xuanzhi even felt a brief confusion, but soon, he was firmly replaced.

"Go and go, you Taoist is so ashamed. You came here to talk nonsense. Could it be that you also want to return to secular life?" Several people laughed and cursed, and after that, they raised a Taoist, raised their hand and threw it out.

When Wu Xuanzhi saw this man, he immediately laughed. Isn’t this the man during the day?

Although his face was so scary and looked a little hideous, but his embarrassing look at him now only made people feel a little pitiful.

The Taoist sighed, got up and patted the dust, then turned around and walked towards the other side.

Halfway through, I looked down and saw a pair of boots.

"This young master is full of heaven and is born with a seed of cultivation..." The familiar words blurted out, but after the Taoist saw clearly the appearance of the person coming, he could no longer say the following words.

"Do you want to be your teacher? Go into the mountains to learn about the mysterious world. I can't say that I can have a day of immortality in the future?" Wu Xuanzhi looked at the Taoist man with a smile and said teasingly.

The Taoist smiled bitterly, turned around and was about to leave.

"You Taoist man, you have no constant heart. You can't say a few more words of persuasion, and I will follow you to learn Taoism. Wouldn't it be a pity if you miss the seeds of cultivation like me?" Wu Xuanzhi smiled and said.

The Taoist stopped his steps, shook his head, and turned around and bowed to Wu Xuanzhi.

"Young Master is really joking. His face is just an excuse. How could you really listen to it and believe it?"

This Taoist is somewhat self-aware.

Originally, Wu Xuanzhi thought this person was just a liar in the world, but seeing his behavior like this, he became a little interested in him.

"It turns out that you, the Taoist, don't know how to read faces, but by chance, I am proficient in this facial technique. Let me see, your Taoist's eyebrows are sour and rotten, and the Cai Palace has been stabbed by external forces. I'm afraid I'm short of money recently."

The Taoist smiled bitterly again and bowed his head without saying a word.

"As the young master said before, I am a member of Quanzhen's sect, practicing in Chongyang Palace. Chongyang Palace has not been repaired for many years, but now it is ruined. In desperation, the head of the sect can only ask me to go down the mountain to find some money." The Taoist said truthfully.

When Wu Xuanzhi heard the three words "Dongyang Palace", he couldn't help but look serious.

Chongyang Palace is one of the Quanzhen ancestral courtyards, as famous as Baiyun Temple in the capital and Yongle Palace in Jinzhong. Moreover, Chongyang Palace contains the remains of Quanzhen ancestral ancestor Wang Chongyang, which is vaguely the first of the three major ancestral courtyards.

But unexpectedly, Chongyang Palace was so down and could not even take out the money for Xiuguan.

"So, you had the idea of ​​a rich family, and asked them to donate money to practice meditation in the name of guiding the practice of cultivating." Wu Xuanzhi guessed the intention of the Taoist priest.

"I only heard that Buddha saves those who are destined to be. Could it be that this Taoist sect only saves those who are destined to be destined to be destined to be?"

"It's not that bad. People in the world can practice Taoism. But my Chongyang Palace is broken and ordinary people can enter my sect, and even their diet cannot be guaranteed. I will lead them into the sect, wouldn't it harm them? Only the children of rich families have the energy and time to practice Taoism, and at the same time can subsidize the mountains. Isn't it the best of both worlds? Moreover, the classics of ancestors in my Chongyang Palace are all true teachings, and they have never deceived them." The Taoist priest tried hard to explain.

Wu Xuanzhi nodded. It is really valuable that this Taoist priest can still stick to his ethics under such difficult circumstances.

Even if it is not the true legend of Chongyang Palace, it is definitely not those who cheat.

"Just with your words, it is not easy to fool people up the mountain. Although my money is not very useful, it is my little intention."

Wu Xuanzhi thought for a while, took out a silver note from Rishengchang from his sleeve and stuffed it into the Taoist priest's hand.

The amount is not large, only fifty taels.

"This... I am a Taoist priest, not those monks, who do not beg for alms. Why not do this? I will recite the "Tao Te Ching" for you, which is considered a transaction..." The Taoist's face was a little embarrassed, but he still held the silver note tightly.

During the days he went down the mountain, he was regarded as begging for alms many times. At first, he was still emotional, but now he can accept reality.

"Next time, if you have the chance, you can read it to me, I still have something to do now."

Wu Xuanzhi waved his hand and walked far away in a blink of an eye.

The Taoist bowed to Wu Xuanzhi's back again, turned around and left.

Although fifty taels of silver cannot be built into the entire Chongyang Palace, it is still OK to clean up a few rooms. A few days ago, it rained heavily, and several side halls collapsed. Now the heads of the sect are probably still striking the floor outside.
Chapter completed!