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Su Chen waved his hand and let the people and horses of the White Tiger Hall disperse, since he found a clue, he was not in a hurry.

didn't forget to give Xie Qiuying a look, telling her that the original action of collecting Taoist books could also come to an end.

The people of the White Tiger Hall left, and the atmosphere in the small courtyard became more friendly, and there was no longer the tension that was before.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't leave, teasing the little fox who jumped off the ground on the side, with a rare smile on her face.

From the old Taoist's babbling words, Su Chen could hear it.

This Wang Zhenren really did not take the path of cultivating the mind and cultivating the soul, he was full of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, just like ordinary beings in the world.

also understood why he was hiding in Jinhua City.

The old Taoist priest was formerly known as Wang Chicheng, a few years ago he was still the host of the Xuandi Temple in the capital, and he accepted some apprentices, exorcised ghosts and hunted demons, and was very famous, especially respected by the people.

Later, the imperial court respected the national teacher, and these small sects had no soil for survival in the capital, and many of their colleagues were even killed.

Wang Chicheng Lao Dao saw the opportunity quite quickly, and when he saw that the big thing was not good, he abandoned the Taoist temple and fled south alone.

chased and killed all the way, and when he arrived in Jinhua City, he got rid of the pursuers and lived in seclusion.

It seems that it is rare to meet fellow Taoists, and Wang Daochang can't hold his mouth as soon as he opens the chatterbox.

Su Chen wanted to ask about his condition several times, but it was not easy to interrupt the other party, and after holding it for a while, he finally couldn't help asking: "Wang Zhenren, what did you say about the cultivation of the Yuan Shen that you said earlier?"

"I haven't experienced this step, and the specific situation is not very clear, but in my early years, I heard Master say that when my heart is full of excitement and my demonic thoughts arise, I must avoid the mountains and rarely see outsiders...... After a few years, he will gradually get over this hurdle, and Master will also go away from the world in that year, and he will never be seen again, so I wonder where his old man has gone now?"

Su Chen understood as soon as he heard it, and couldn't help but suddenly realize.

He finally knew why the immortal character of the immortal is a person plus a mountain character, and he has to live in the mountain to grow, to cross some important thresholds, and to be called an immortal.

"Shelter in the mountains, not contaminated by red dust, do not accept cause and effect, there is no inducement for the mind to float, there is no need to suppress emotions, and the mind is like stopping water in meditation every day, and the demon thoughts will naturally be eliminated......

"The legendary monks of Buddhism and Taoism tend to stay away from the red dust, and the reason for this is this!"

To put it bluntly, it's not worth mentioning, it's not that those monks like the mountains and forests, but they have to do it.

People are social animals, who doesn't love prosperity, who doesn't want to live comfortably and happily?

For a certain long-term goal, for those who aspire to live forever, they always have to give up something.

Those sects do not allow their disciples to live in lively places, and they are not allowed to be contaminated with fame and fortune.

More extreme Taoist Buddha masters have higher requirements for their disciples, and they need to break off the dust, forget their parents, forget their relatives, and there are more powerful ones, such as killing their wives and preaching, killing their fathers and killing their mothers.

Either way, in fact, it is to ensure that in the course of cultivating the path, there are no waves in the heart, and there are no disturbances in the demonic thoughts.

Wang Laodao seemed to remember some long years, and was silent.

Su Chen also thought quietly for a while, and finally shook his head and sighed, he found that the method pointed out by the other party was really not suitable for him.

He was not a serious ascetic, but a time-traveler.

Coming to this plane is to earn luck, to seek cultivation by leaps and bounds, and to be patient to retreat and retreat.

What's more, the current situation does not allow him to let go.

After Lan Ruo and his party, he formed a bond with the tree demon grandmother, and the old witch was watching from the side, and she could do it at any time.

The White Tiger Old Demon Blood Sacrifice Refining Method, I don't know when it will come to the door.

This time, it is likely that it is not something that can be easily revealed, and it is not that one party is completely dead, and it will not end at all.

After all, the revenge of killing a child is not shared.

What's even more troublesome is that he killed Mo Li and the others, and when he returns, if he can't make a breakthrough in his strength, I'm afraid he won't be able to stop Old Man Mo's attack.

It doesn't matter if there is evidence or not, the Mo family, as a Nanjiang family, really wants to decide to do it, just need to doubt it.

Old man Mo turned into a snake and affected the power of the celestial phenomena, saying that he had not practiced the Yuan Shen Law Body, so he couldn't say anything.

If you are like the story and practice, you are practicing in the deep mountains, and a few years pass by in a flash, and you can't break through, how can you resist it?

The situation that finally opened up in Jinhua City was all ruined, and the people he cared about would be killed by the old demon, and even if he returned, he might not be able to beat Mo Dingyuan.

This kind of situation is impossible for Su Chen to accept.

If this road doesn't work, then another way.

Su Chen's heart began to rise again, the corners of his eyes were slightly crimson, and he asked in a deep voice: "Dao Chief, have you heard of other methods? ”

"That's right, so we're people in the same way, why can't Master and his old man think about it? ”

Lao Dao patted his thigh, very excited: "Come on, this is my own Baiguoling wine, Lao Dao spent a lot of effort to collect it, scholar, you are blessed." ”

He filled Su Chen with wine, and said with his eyebrows fluttering: "I said Ning Xiucai, it's right that you don't learn from my master's old-fashioned style, you have been in retreat for decades at a time, and you will never see anyone again, doesn't this mean that you are dead...... In fact, there is not only one way to sacrifice the Yuan Shen, I remember the senior aunt who went to the south of Xinjiang, she is not like this, she is much more free than me, and she has not cultivated the same Yuan Shen Faxiang. ”

"Your aunt, how did she do it?"

Su Chen looked overjoyed.

"Don't worry, drink ......"

Wang Laodao swallowed a cup, a trace of melancholy flashed on his face, and he groaned: "Wen Huan is tired, and he still wants to sleep when he is full." Spring return is only like a dream, no longer sad and haggard. Send a message to the young man, and work hard to do spring things. Don't blame the declining man, the decay is naturally different. ”

Su Chen'an sat quietly and listened, listening to the sighs in the poems about being unwilling and lonely when he was old, and the pleasure of comforting young people to be happy in time......

He silently raised his glass, drank a sip of wine, only to feel that his limbs were all warm, and his heart was good wine, this old Taoist priest was really a fellow Taoist, he didn't get tired of eating, he didn't get tired of being fine, he was driven from the prosperous place of the capital to Jinhua City, but he was also wronged.

"You mean that you don't need to suppress your emotions and indulge as much as you want?" Su Chen asked in surprise after considering the meaning of his words.

"That is, when my aunt encountered your situation that day, she didn't have so many thoughts, she held a scimitar in her hand, killed more than 3,000 people in Jiangbei Qizhai and Eight Gangs, acted wantonly, and killed the man by the way when she robbed the man...... The reputation in the rivers and lakes is that of the windward stinky three miles, known as the witch. But so what? After all, she still succeeded, and honored the Taoist ancestor in southern Xinjiang. ”

The old Taoist priest sighed, and his face was very complicated.

Although he was very ashamed of his aunt's actions, he was full of envy for this achievement.

"Witches, Witches!"

"It's better to be sparse than blocked, let it be...... What an indulgence. ”

Su Chen stood up suddenly, bowed his hand, and said with a smile: "The real person pointed out today, if Ning Mou succeeds in the future, there will be a reward, but the threat from the capital is no longer to be taken to heart, and he will leave......"

He understands how to deal with this emotional problem.

If nothing else, the problems that plague you will be solved.

Su Chen turned his head and smiled at the bamboo forest in the courtyard, turned around and left.

Watching Su Chen float away in white clothes, Wang Laodao sat quietly, only the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves in the courtyard, and after a while, he raised his cup and drank it all, and said with a long sigh: "Aunt Wen, is it right or wrong for me to do this, is it a little sorry for Tongxuan Daoyou." ”

He seemed to be talking to himself, as if he was talking to someone else, and the little red fox stretched out his pink tongue and licked the liquor in the cup, but he didn't hear it.

The bamboo forest on the left side sounded a slight fluttering of wings, and a long-whiskered butterfly flew out, flashed and flew to the table.

It shook its whiskers at the flask, and a line of wine flew straight into its mouth, its wings trembled slightly, and an old woman's voice came out.

"Wang Laodao, don't you see it? If you don't say something dry, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to pass this hurdle, and next year today, it will be my turn to incense you...... It's not our turn to worry about the affairs of the real people, they are decent and have a good life. ”

"You mean, that Ning Wenjing's murderous intent is hidden, and he is determined to win, he will really be so ruthless. ”

"Nonsense! The only son of the Tiger King of Cuishan is all said to be killed, and the old tree demon of Lanruo Temple was almost broken by his sword, such a sword, when he played with you, you had already stepped into the coffin with half a foot when you had a conflict with the White Tiger Hall before......

When the female voice said this, she didn't say much, and the butterfly wings flew straight into the air, flashed and disappeared into the distance, leaving the last sentence in the air: "He has already discovered me just now, fortunately, he didn't pursue it, let's contact less in the future, otherwise sooner or later you will be involved!"

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