Zhuang Yichen heard the black line in his head, and hurriedly explained, for fear that this brainless old man would do something stupid again. "The decline of the Dao Sect is due to the disappearance of the aura, and without the aura, cultivation naturally cannot continue. And now, although the world has changed greatly, do you feel that the aura has been restored? ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest was stunned when he heard this, pondered for a long time, and then slowly spoke. "Shhh I feel that the aura of this heaven and earth is very strange. Scattered and tyrannical, but also faintly mixed with some subtle five decays. ”

"Isn't this an aura at all?"

"Of course, this is not an aura in the first place, it is just a magical energy. This energy is divided into different systems according to attributes, and divided into different levels according to intensity. That's just because after the end of the world, this division is more scientific and convenient, and it is easier to promote. What does it have to do with the loss of the Taoist lineage of the Daomen? ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly realized: "Ah, no wonder when I cultivated, this chaotic and violent aura could not be refined into the body at all. ”

Zhuang Yichen saw that his mood was much more stable, and then he threw the book "Yuxu Westward Journey" to him from the storage space, believing that after reading this, everything would be understood.

Zhuang Yichen also tried the practice method of Taoism at first, but the Taoist practice method upheld is to refine the spiritual energy into the body, use the spiritual energy as the medium, strengthen the soul, and finally reach the wonderful realm of the unity of Taoism and law. And now this kind of energy in heaven and earth is not suitable for those methods of refining into the body in the Dao Gate at all. The best thing to do with these chaotic energies is to manipulate.

In short, Daomen cultivation can fundamentally change the level of life, and the pursuit is feathering detachment. And now, whether it's a mage who directly manipulates the power of the elements, or an evolver who uses the magic element to enhance himself. No matter how brilliantly they use the magic elemental manipulation, they are essentially just people who have mastered a powerful weapon.

As for how far this cultivation system will reach in the end, Zhuang Yichen doesn't know the answer. After all, even if it is the highest realm he knows, a heavenly powerhouse. It's still out of his reach.

The middle-aged Taoist priest took the book he handed over, first flipped through it a few times in confusion, and then read it with fascination. Zhuang Yichen took a sip of the teacup, and then patiently waited for him to finish reading. He didn't feel anything about the tea before, but now he took a few more sips. A cool feeling flowed from the dantian and then straight to the temples. The whole person also immediately felt refreshed. This seemingly ordinary tea actually has the effect of reassuring and nourishing the mind.

In this way, Zhuang Yichen also drank a few more glasses. After a few cups of tea, the middle-aged Taoist priest finished reading the book. After reading it, he closed the book, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then got up and gave Zhuang Yichen a solemn salute.

"Thank you to your predecessors today, first to eliminate the demons, and then to solve the doubts. The actions of the predecessors are no less than the grace of reinvention for the younger generations. In the future, if the seniors are useful to the younger ones, just command. I, Ji Chengyue, will definitely go to the soup and fight the fire, and I will not give up! ”

"You don't have to be so polite, I'm really not used to it. It's just a matter of effort. Zhuang Yichen waved his hand and continued: "My name is Zhuang Yichen, you can call me by my name." I don't know what you plan to do in the future? ”

"Back to the seniors, the younger generations will naturally continue to cultivate here, and when the strength is enough in the future, they will rush out of the cage and inherit the Dao system!"

Zhuang Yichen nodded. Seeing that he had made up his mind, he didn't say more. Although the monsters here are densely numerous, with his mysterious Dao Sect methods, it is more than enough to protect himself. On the contrary, he really left the wilderness and entered the human camp, and with his pedantic and upright nature, he would inevitably be out of step with society everywhere.

Then the two chatted again, this Taoist priest named Ji Chengyue has been living in seclusion in the mountains with his master since he was a child, and their lineage has always been a single transmission of master and apprentice. He did not die until a few years before the end of the world, and he did not come into contact with this society.

Zhuang Yichen also understood that this Ji Chengyue was obviously a middle-aged man over half a hundred years old, but he acted so funny and pedantic. After chatting some more gossip, Zhuang Yichen got up and said goodbye. Ji Chengyue naturally tried his best to keep him, but seeing that he had made up his mind, he had no choice but to give up. Just before leaving, I gave Zhuang Yichen two bags of tea leaves that he had made before.

Zhuang Yichen accepted the two bags of tea, then left the Taoist temple and went all the way down the mountain.

By the time he walked all the way back to the bottom of the mountain, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and the dark night of winter always came quickly, just after five o'clock, the sky was already dark, and the mutant rats on the streets began to wreak havoc again.

Zhuang Yichen walked briskly through the path below the mountain, and then walked briskly into a building on the side of the road in the dark clouds. After casually cleaning up the dusty bedroom of the original owner here, Zhuang Yichen ate something and hurriedly fell asleep.

That night, the dark clouds in the sky became darker and darker, and finally, a drizzling wet rain finally fell. Zhuang Yichen slept until midnight when he was awakened by the sudden drop in temperature, and on the window, the remaining shabby curtains were swayed by the cold wind mixed with the drizzle, and the temperature inside was no different from the outside. The bone-penetrating clammy coldness directly made Zhuang Yichen sneeze several times.

it! The young master is a two-star necromancer, and he is actually troubled by a cold! This is also the biggest embarrassment of magicians. If the Taoist cultivation reaches a high and profound place, eats and sleeps in the open air, does not invade all diseases, and truly changes the level of human life, then it is an evolutionary in the true sense, and it is fascinating to think about it!

The mutant bone wolf and the bone snake were all on the side of the room, and the soul fire in their eyes jumped peacefully, unaffected by the bad weather. Zhuang Yichen jumped out of bed, violently dismantled all the wooden furniture such as the bookcase, computer desk, etc., and then lit a fire, which danced slowly with the pale yellow flames, and the coldness in the room was also driven away.

Zhuang Yichen wrapped the quilt tightly, sat next to the jumping firelight, and quietly listened to the wind and rain outside the window. Beside him, the mutant bone wolf and the bone snake stood quietly on either side. Their figures were hidden in the leaping flames that were bright and dark, silently enveloped in the endless darkness around them.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day it was just dawn, and Zhuang Yichen, who had been sitting all night, cooked a pot of ham and meat porridge for himself on the fire that had not yet been burned.

The reddish charcoal exudes an even high temperature, and the porridge in the pot is tumbling with slightly rotten rice grains, and occasionally a few slices of ham are tumbling. The lingering heat and rich aroma are particularly attractive in the cold wind. The streets were filled with windy wolves and ghouls, attracted by the scent, but only by the scent.

Whether it's a ghoul or a wind wolf, no matter how greedily their eyes are at the tempting pot of porridge, or the young man sitting at the fire. But none of them had the courage to turn that greed into action.

Because they have an unusually sharp sense of danger, and they also know better what reverence is.