"Ziqing dares to ask Dao Chief, in the past five hundred and ninety-six years, with the monk's ability to call the wind and rain, how many great things have Dao Chang done to benefit the country and the people?" Wen Ziqing stared at Dao Chang Pu without blinking, and asked.

"A major event for the benefit of the country and the people?" the smile on the face of the hug Pu Daoren froze. In the hundreds of years of cultivation of the Baopu Daoists, every day in addition to cultivation is killing people and grabbing treasures, or killing demon beasts or picking spiritual plants, everything they do is to advance as soon as possible. The only thing that is beneficial to others is the refining of pills. But the elixir refined by the people of Pudao was not given to others for free, even if someone benefited, they were bought from the people of Baopu Dao at a great price. Hug Pu Daoren thought about it, but he couldn't think of what good things he had done in the past few hundred years, and he was embarrassed for a while.

The monks are a special race, and it is true that they have great strength, but their ability to call the wind and rain and turn over rivers and seas is used for the purpose of fighting between monks. What monk would be stupid enough to expend his spiritual power to call for the wind and rain for mortals? Even if there is, it is your own plan.

Some monks have bad spiritual roots, and seeing that the avenue is hopeless, they will go to the secular world to be a "fairy master" who is favored by people, and enjoy the wealth and prosperity of the world. Such monks generally accept offerings from the royal family of the secular world, and during drought years, at the request of the royal family, they will perform spells such as the "Spring Rain Technique", and the next two heavy rains will alleviate the drought. However, it would be too much to say that they performed magic for the suffering of the people, and everything they did was just to consolidate their status as "immortal masters" in front of the royal family, so as to gain more wealth and higher status.

All in all, the monks have not been idle enough to spend their spiritual energy on mortals without expecting anything in return.

"That'...... Ziqing dared to ask Dao Chief, how many respectable things has Dao Chang done in these five hundred and ninety-six years?" Wen Ziqing saw that Dao Pu's face was a little embarrassed, but he deliberately pretended not to see it, and continued to ask.

"This ......" hugged Pu Daoren and stammered again. In the eyes of the Taoist of Baopu, every minute of the monk is very precious, he is busy cultivating, busy grabbing treasures, but he has never thought of meeding in other people's affairs. Respectable things are easier said than done. In order to gain the respect of others, people who do things must not only have a selfless heart, but also endure the pain of their own interests being encroached upon. These are all things that people who hold Pudao absolutely can't bear.

In addition to cultivating and cultivating all day long, the people of Baopu Dao are still cultivating, just to reach the peak of their strength as soon as possible. The strong man in the cultivation realm is the king, and as long as any monk has supreme strength, he naturally has the right to look down on all sentient beings. What difference does it make if others look up to them because they respect themselves or because they are afraid of themselves?

Wen Ziqing saw that the face of the hugging Pu Daoist was blue for a while and white for a while, and knew that he should have poked the sore spot of the Pu Daoren, so he stopped talking. When he first met Baopu Daoren, Wen Ziqing originally planned to reason with him to see if he could let Baopu Daoren let him go.

The temptation in the words just now, Wen Ziqing has already understood the heart of the Pu Dao people, with great magical powers, but there is no mercy. In the bones of Pudao people, they should be selfish.

Wen Ziqing knew that if he fell into the hands of such a person, his life would be gray for the time being, maybe ······ He won't see his little girl in his lifetime, right?

Thinking of Zhou Yuanyuan, Wen Ziqing felt a trace of bitterness in her heart. According to Wen Ziqing's life plan, he will guard Zhou Yuanyuan and wait for her to grow up, and then give her a stable and happy home.

It's a pity that the sudden action of Hug Pu Daoren made Wen Ziqing's plan come to naught. Wen Ziqing didn't know if he could escape with his life at the hands of Bao Pu Daoren. After all, Bao Pu Daoren was a powerful monk, and he was just an ordinary person.

He wanted to take care of the little girl in his heart for the rest of his life, but did he miss it like this? I wonder if the little girl will be sad for him after learning the news of his disappearance? I wonder if the little girl will remember herself again decades later? Wen Ziqing felt that it was very blocked as long as she remembered the scene where Zhou Yuanyuan smiled sweetly and called others "brother".

Wen Ziqing's silence made the people of Baopu Daoist a little weak, and he couldn't help but distinguish a few words for himself: "My generation of monks is different from laypeople. Except for the Avenue of Eternal Life, the others are all white clouds and dogs. When you have supreme strength, you will naturally understand the hard work of being a teacher. ”

Wen Ziqing shook his head and didn't say anything more. If it weren't for his lack of strength, Wen Ziqing would definitely catch the people of Baopu Dao, whether it was a threat or a request, he just hoped to leave this place. As the saying goes: catching up is not buying and selling. Since cultivating immortals is so good, why don't you go to someone else who is willing to do it, but want to catch him, an unwilling person, to cultivate immortals? After thinking about it, Wen Ziqing always felt that Bao Pu Daoren didn't have a good intention.

What is the use of his own immortality? In his life, without that little figure that affects him, how can he have high strength?

Seeing that Wen Ziqing was stubborn, Hug Pu Daoren's face turned pale. If it weren't for the fact that he needed Wen Ziqing to draw qi into his body and refine this body, he would really want to walk away with his sleeves. He is a dignified Jindan real person, does he still ask a mortal to be his disciple?

However, Wen Ziqing is unwilling to cultivate, his body has not been tempered by aura, and he cannot reach the most perfect state, which makes it absolutely intolerable for people who are bent on pursuing perfection. Forget it, for Wen Ziqing's sake of keeping him alive, he will coax him!

"Wen Ziqing, you don't want to cultivate, and the old man doesn't force you, but the immortal gate of my Langyuan Secret Realm is only open for monks, and disciples below the middle stage of Qi cultivation can't get out of the secret realm at all, if you don't cultivate, you can only stay here for a lifetime. Baopu Daoren took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and changed his reason to persuade Wen Ziqing.

What Bao Pu Daoren said is right, this matter is known to the monks of the entire Langyuan Secret Realm. Somehow, the gate of the Langyuan Secret Realm is a little strange.

When entering the secret realm, the secret realm gate is open to everyone, even ordinary people who have cultivated to nothing, as long as they have a token to clear the customs, they can also be teleported into the secret realm by the gate of the secret realm. But when you go out, the secret realm gate will automatically be screened, and the monks who have cultivated below the middle stage of qi cultivation will not want to take half a step out of the secret realm.