"Wen'er, when you get out of isolation in the future, just come and see me. You don't have to come over often. We will still have a long time in the future!"
On the bank of the slightly gentle river, an old woman surrounded by a group of geese gave instructions with a kind face. Opposite her was a young Taoist priest with majestic appearance and extraordinary handsomeness.
"Your grandson, I have great magical powers. Even if I am in seclusion, I can still differentiate into several incarnations and walk around the world. If you miss me, just call my name."
Feng Bingwen smiled and said, as expected, after he left the old man's place, he had just walked near the river when he was greeted by the old man in front of him. Grandma had been waiting for him here.
The old man talked to him for a long time and complained to him about some things. Only then did Feng Bingwen realize that the old couple had some small quarrels because they lived too close to each other and were now having trouble.
Otherwise, if he fell down, he should be able to see the two old people at the same time, but he was not worried. He felt that the next time he came out of seclusion to visit the two old people, he would definitely see an extremely harmonious scene.
The two old people have been together for a lifetime, and will continue to accompany each other in the years to come. Now it is just a little awkwardness, nothing to worry about.
After a few days, Feng Bingwen left that section of the river. Next, it was time for him to visit his parents. He hadn't seen them for a long time, so he expected that they had changed a lot.
The fact is indeed the case. His father has now embarked on the Shinto path, but the deity he has been granted is rather special. He is not the righteous god of mountains and rivers, but the righteous god of humanity, similar to the City God.
However, unlike the City God, Feng Bingwen did not interfere too much after knowing his father's choice, because his father wanted to be the God of Wealth.
There is a saying that Feng Bingwen feels that as long as no powerful person takes action, his father's name and everything related to it will be erased.
Otherwise, as long as the name of the God of Wealth is still circulated among the common people, incense offerings will probably be indispensable. This is true even if the dynasty changes. It may have an impact in a short period of time, but once it enters a period of peace and stability, the incense will flourish again.
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Feng Bingwen even felt that once he sat on the position of the God of Wealth, it might be more stable than the position of the God of Landscape, and there would be a strong incense that even he could not predict.
Under this concept, Feng Bingwen would naturally not interfere with his father's choices. At most, he would help him resolve some of the resistance he encountered when he took the position.
As for his mother, well, she didn't follow the Shinto path, but she was influenced by her ears and eyes. She seemed to be obsessed with spiritual practice, and she indeed had the capital to enter the spiritual world.
However, she is just a person who has been refined by Feng Bingwen's fairy spirit. Coupled with her experience in the mortal world, although she is his mother, Feng Bingwen feels that her mother is practicing a certain way.
It's hard to go far on the road.
In the end, he would have to follow the Shinto path like his father, but it didn't matter. There were many monks in the spiritual world who converted to the Shinto path in order to extend their lifespan.
However, it is often difficult for this type of monks to succeed. Unless they have a big background, they can't rely on Shinto to extend their lives. However, Feng Bingwen felt that he should be able to serve as his own mother's background. Arranging a god position would not be a problem.
, no matter what, Donghua Shinto will still give him, the Supreme Taoist Immortal, a little thin noodles.
The meeting with his parents was mediocre. His two parents, who had been exposed to things that did not belong to the mortal world, did not have much time because they were not satisfied with what they had now and wanted to gain more.
More.
Feng Bingwen naturally has no idea about such a mentality, because he is also such a being. How many monks will be satisfied with what they have now? Even the gods and demons who have survived from the ancient times do not want to
Want to be detached?
After meeting his blood relatives, Feng Bingwen took another look and found that the two disciples were basically in a free-range state. He had basically not taken care of them for decades. In fact, he did not need to take care of them.
Even if all of their innate gods and demons were cut off, the little residue left there would be enough for them to live a comfortable life.
Innate mediocrity does not prevent them from accumulating in the acquired world, and then using this accumulation, they become bright and brilliant again.
As a master, Feng Bingwen only needs to act as a background most of the time. When necessary, he can let his disciples use his name to scare the enemy, and when necessary, he will take action once.
Very simple thing.
What's a little bit not simple is that after all, the starting position of these two disciples is too low, not as good as him, so it seems that it is a bit difficult for him to reach this point in less than a hundred years.
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In fact, practitioners like him are extremely rare even if we look at the long history of cultivation. For most practitioners, if they want to reach his level, none of them would need to spend thousands of years. Even if
It's truly amazing, and it will take at least two to three hundred years.
The time required by his two disciples will naturally take longer, because they need enough time to accumulate.
But Feng Bingwen doesn't mind this, because he has enough time to wait. No matter it's anything, including becoming an immortal, everything has already come naturally, so why should he be anxious?
"The time has come!"
Feng Bingwen has been traveling among the nine states of the human race for ten years, but the nine states are vast, and even with his way of doing things, there are still many places he has never been to.
However, Feng Bingwen was not anxious about this. He looked up at the sky and felt the changes on the ground. His figure disappeared into the street with a gentle breeze blowing, leaving a person who happened to be looking here.
Pedestrians couldn't help but rub their eyes, and then couldn't help but check with others.
"The Immortal Dao Fruit is about to be fulfilled!"
In the blessed land that had expanded countless times, Feng Bingwen's figure quietly emerged, and his body naturally appeared in the sky above the climbing vine that had become the core of the blessed land.
Then he looked up at the sky of the blessed land. The fairy island that he had transformed and disguised as the Thirty-Third Heavenly Palace was no longer as empty and lonely as it had been in the past. There were many tyrannical auras hiding on it.
It really has the atmosphere of a heavenly palace, which is really good.
"The blessed land can go one step further and turn into a cave!"