The old monk guessed that Zhang Qing was an immortal cultivator, which Zhang Qing was not surprised by, and generously admitted it.

Today's Yun Mengze, not to mention that every mortal knows about the existence of monks, at least the vast majority of mortals who are willing to move around do.

Zhang Qing glanced at the old monk, with a yellow face and thin muscles, skin and bones, and knew that if this old thing could live, it must be that the ghost had no appetite for him.

For Zhang Qing to be an immortal cultivator, the old monk, who is immersed in Buddhism, obviously does not have too much fear, which is rare.

"You are questioning your practice, and in the eyes of the old monk, this is the embodiment of your dusty gaze."

"If you have this kind of question, you shouldn't ask me, you should ask your own heart."

"Heart?" Zhang Qing was puzzled and thought of Zhu Xianze, "Linglong heart? ”

When the old monk heard this, he glanced at Zhang Qing carefully, and then shook his head.

"If you have a delicate heart, then you can naturally see the light, but I didn't see your exquisite heart, but I saw the insidious, cunning, and all kinds of evil."

Zhang Qing was speechless, he retorted that he was definitely not that kind of person, and in order to feed more people, he gave up a lot of interests.

"So it's not insidious and cunning for you to give up insignificant interests, even useless interests for you, in exchange for the gratitude of tens of millions of people, and in exchange for the recognition of heaven and earth for you?"

Zhang Qing felt that if he met a monk in the future, the most important thing to do was to beat him up first and then reason.

However, after thinking about the 100,000 spirit stones still lying in the storage ring, he was still willing to continue to listen to them.

But he still denied the old monk's perception of himself, "I'm not that kind of person. ”

The old monk smiled and said, "Why do you ask why you practice?" Then the old monk asked you, why do you want to practice? ”

Zhang Qing was a little helpless, "For the sake of longevity, in order to protect my people from being oppressed, in order to see the prosperity of the world, in order to be at ease." ”

He thought of when he was young, he often climbed on the green mountains, watched the clouds roll up, and it was a day at a glance, even if the sea of clouds was always like that, but he had a great sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Like, that's everything to him.

"It's great, it's dreamy, it's a bubble reason." After listening to this, the old monk nodded seriously.

Zhang Qing smiled, "Master, this is the dream of every immortal cultivator, if you ask anyone, they will say so." ”

"So, isn't that your dream?"

The old monk looked at Zhang Qing with a serious expression, "You go to any city and ask any head of the family, and he will tell you that he wants his family to be healthy, his parents to walk, his children to grow up, to make a fortune, to live in a big house, and to have servants to serve him." ”

"There's no gap between you."

"You can't do any of the things you say, and you're just continuing to practice."

Zhang Qing shook his head, "This is not the reason why I am dusty. ”

"That means you got my question wrong." The old monk smiled, not caring about Zhang Qing's denial.

"I didn't lie to you, that's exactly what I thought, like most people."

"That's why your practice isn't for the answers you say."

"Your vision, and what you're doing, are not on the same path."

Zhang Qing shook his head and wanted to refute, but suddenly fell silent.

He went from Nanyuan City to Chihu Lake Island, from a mortal family to the Immortal Cultivation Family, and he began to cultivate.

Before the late stage of Qi training, he only knew cultivation, and longed for the strong to fly to the sky.

After the late stage of Qi training, he tossed and turned between many things, and even before that, he helped the family solve some things.

The Qingmeng clan sister was subject to the Jin Lan Sect, and he killed Yin Li.

The family has a training mission, and he went to the Xuanyan Mine.

There were thirty-three days of fragmentation in the land of clouds, and he went to Lingxifang City and went to the land of clouds.

Pine Lake Marsh as a rookie in the family, he went.

The clan needed a means to strengthen the divine soul, and he obtained the Xuanti Forging God Decision.

The head of the family arranged for him to leave Yun Mengze to find a place for the family to retreat, he went to the Eagle Temple, went to the City of Ten Thousand Demons, and walked a million mountains.

Now, he's asking why he practiced.

"So, everything I am practicing now is only a quarter of what I said, and even this quarter is still up for debate."

"My spirit is far superior to others, but what I have exerted is less than one in ten."

"I should have done more, and I should have endured more."

"Cultivating immortals, immortals, has never been smooth sailing, and I have never experienced thousands of things, how can I talk about seeing immortals.".

"Immortals are never just an ultimate result, but also a process."

"Why do I practice? At least for now, I'm not qualified enough to say that for immortality, for supreme immortals. ”

"Zhu Xianze, as a powerful Linglong Xintai disciple, he has seen a broader world, he has a stronger inheritance, his strength is very strong, but he is also destined to pay a lot for it."

"What he has experienced is far richer and more wonderful than my past."

Zhang Qing smiled, "My cultivation should also be more exciting." ”

After thinking about it, Zhang Qing got up and saluted the old monk, "Thank you master for your guidance." ”

The old monk looked at Zhang Qing expressionlessly, accepted this salute calmly, and then said: "The ignorance in your heart can only rely on yourself, no one can help you, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

Zhang Qing smiled and didn't say anything.

The old monk continued to chant the scriptures, listening to his meaning, and needed to spend 7749 days here for this ancient temple.

Zhang Qing left here and walked aimlessly in Yunmengze until he encountered the first peak.

"It turned out to be you." Zhang Qing smiled.

Smoke Bottle Mountain, a mountain shrouded in a light mist, is named after the shape of an upside-down water bottle.

This was also the beginning of his training back then, where he killed a demon before he was qualified to leave the island in the middle of the lake.

"Over the years, things are not people, only you have always remained the same." Zhang Qing came to the foot of Yanping Mountain, where there were originally villages and farmland, but now only a desolation remains, where wild grasses grow luxuriantly and wild beasts occupy it.

Zhang Qing climbed the mountain slowly, as at the beginning, sitting quietly on the top of the mountain, watching the clouds roll in the distance.

When I look at it again, I feel different from back then.

Zhang Qing felt very quiet, and he began to enjoy this feeling, looking up at the depths of the clouds, hoping that one day, he would be able to travel for thirty-three days.

He was like a mortal who settled on this mountain peak, acknowledging the purple qi, watching the red glow at dusk, taking the time to practice for a while, and without deliberately walking to the eighth layer of the foundation.

The breakthrough of cultivation on the first level was not enough to make Zhang Qing's strength soar, and he didn't care about it, and continued his leisurely journey.

Until, a figure fell from the void above his head.