Chapter Five Hundred and Forty-Eight Spring Silkworms Are Dead!
In the spring of March, the grass grows and the orioles fly.
The courtyard of Yunshuiju in Guangping is full of lush bamboos and green grass.
Junior brother He Tong set up the Dharma altar, stepped on the steel pole, and kept the sacred writings and talismans, every stroke with meticulous care.
"Edict!"
With He Tong's low voice, the tip of the ink pen in his hand produced a flash of light, and he sketched the last stroke of the word "山" on the yellow talisman paper, and the talisman was written instantly.
The ordinary yellow talisman paper quietly had an indescribable charm, and the word "Tai Shan" in the talisman's orifice had a faint flash of inspiration.
Done!
He Tong could not help but be overjoyed and came to the master holding the Taishan Talisman:
"Master, the talisman book is finished."
Taoist priest Xu Ping glanced at it casually and nodded absently:
"It's not bad, it's just that the heat is a bit off, I have to keep working hard."
"yes!"
He Tong responded, then immersed himself in writing talismans again, feeling a little depressed.
He followed his master to practice in the Taoist monastery and met many fellow Taoists. Compared with his peers, he was considered very good. He was in the ninth level of Taoism and had mastered several magical powers. He was somewhat successful.
Although Master praised him from time to time, he could see that Master mostly encouraged him and was not really satisfied or proud of him.
He Tong was always smart and understood the reason for Master's strict requirements.
There is no other reason, it all comes from my senior brother.
Before he had not entered the world of spiritual practice, he was ignorant. However, after truly entering the world of spiritual practice, he realized how amazing his senior brother's talents and achievements were.
"Eh, it's so difficult."
Junior brother He Tong couldn't help but sigh in his heart, gritted his teeth, and started writing furiously again.
Taoist Master Xu Ping didn't know what his young apprentice was thinking. Although his eyes fell on He Tong, his eyes were wandering, his mind was wandering, and he was absent-minded.
Faintly, there is still a bit of worry.
It has been almost two months since the East China Sea Feast, and the eldest disciple Chu Chen has not returned yet.
Xu Ping is currently a sixth-grade immortal and a fifth-grade Taoist. He is not a small player in the Immortal Palace of Ghosts and Gods Department. After asking around, he already knows that something has happened at the East China Sea Feast. His disciple Chu Chen is trapped in the Demon Abyss and is surrounded by an army of demons. He is in danger.
, there is always a risk of death.
Taoist priest Xu Ping was worried, upset and uncomfortable.
Disciple Chu Chen is not just a disciple, but to him, he is a Taoist companion on the path of cultivation. Whether he is practicing [Hunyuan Xuan Gong] or reviving Lingshan, his disciple is always by his side.
He is the one who truly walks with him.
With someone by his side, even if the road ahead is bumpy and full of thorns, he can still enjoy the hardships and regard difficulties and obstacles as nothing.
When he thought that his apprentice Chu Chen was in danger and might not survive, his heart was full of loneliness and desolation.
"Zhenyi, nothing can happen to you kid. Grandmaster will bless you!"
Taoist priest Xu Ping, who has always had a strong temper, prayed secretly.
However, soon a strange look appeared on his face and he looked outside the courtyard.
Did the Patriarch appear so quickly?
"Master~ Senior brother and I are back!"
The little devil's yelling broke the tranquility of the small courtyard.
Chu Chen's body swayed and he came to the courtyard.
"Senior brother~"
Junior brother He Tong saw Chu Chen coming back and bowed respectfully.
"Junior brother, you are good at Taoism and cultivation, not bad."
Chu Chen smiled and praised his diligent junior brother, then his eyes fell on his master, Taoist Master Xu Ping, and he made a disciple salute:
"Master, something unexpected happened at this East China Sea feast, which has made you worried."
"Why do you have to worry about being a teacher? You have a lot of blessings, so there is no need to worry about being a teacher."
Taoist Xu Ping's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care at all. He was completely different from his mother-in-law, who was worried just now.
The little junior brother He Tong on the side had his mouth slumped. He could clearly see that his master was worried, and the sadness in his eyes was lingering.
"Sir, I keep sneezing in the Demon Abyss. It must be because I am worried about us. I am a fairy boy with ears and my intuition is very accurate. You can't deceive me."
The little devil swears steadfastly and resolutely.
At this moment, it has the confidence of a foreboding misfortune,
Taoist Xu Ping: "."
Damn it, you're the only one who can handle it.
Being poked into his thoughts by the little kid, Xu Pingdao's face turned green and white for a while. He was so stunned by the little kid that he didn't know how to speak.
In the end, he had no choice but to cough repeatedly to cover up his embarrassment, and ignored the little devil, his eyes falling on Chu Chen.
Just seeing this, Taoist Master Xu Ping looked strange.
He was so happy when he saw his apprentice coming back safely that he didn't pay attention to anything else at all. But now that he looked carefully, he got a clue.
"Innate Mother Qi! Disciple, have you broken through to the fifth level of Dao?"
Although Taoist Xu Ping's tone was inquiring, he was confident that he had not made a mistake.
[Hunyuan Sword Casting Mysterious Skill] is derived from [Hunyuan Mysterious Skill] and has the same origin. He was definitely not wrong about the truth.
Thinking back to the beginning, he also practiced step by step. He clearly understood the changes in the realms of Xuan Gong. At the beginning, he also practiced step by step.
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He had a very bumpy journey at the beginning, crossing the river by feeling the stones, stumbling all the way, and it took him more than three years of cultivation to advance from the sixth level to the fifth level.
This was despite the fact that he had not encountered any major bottlenecks, his overall practice was going quite smoothly, and his elders had given him countless precious medicines and spiritual materials.
As for the disciple, he broke through from the sixth level to the fifth level in less than two years.
The speed of practice is truly staggering.
Chu Chen was very satisfied when he saw that his master was quite surprised. He rushed back in a hurry, for no other reason than to see his master's surprised and surprised expression.
"Master, I have a good opportunity for this East China Sea feast."
Chu Chen told the whole story about his trip to the Demon Abyss.
"That's right~ You can make a breakthrough. The cultivation resources are secondary. The most important thing is that you have spiritual roots, a deep understanding of Taoism, and an understanding of yin and yang. There are not many bottlenecks for you in the sixth-level Taoism. If Huang Laojun says you can enlighten me, you can enlighten me."
Taoist priest Xu Ping smiled and nodded, his expression full of approval.
However, deep down in his heart, Taoist Xu Ping felt a sense of urgency.
Originally, he was quite satisfied with his cultivation, but now there is nothing left. If he does not work hard, I am afraid that within a few days, his apprentice will estimate that his Taoist cultivation will surpass his own.
When the time comes, the disciple Chu Chen turns to give guidance to the master.
For the strong-tempered Taoist priest Xu Ping, it was difficult to change his role for a while.
It is true that Taoist Master Xu Ping does not want his disciples to surpass himself in Taoist practice and wants to retain the majesty of "teacher", but he has no intention of hiding his secrets.
He doesn't want his apprentice to catch up with him in cultivation. That's because of his pride and being too strong to admit defeat, but it doesn't mean that he is jealous of talents or his apprentice's talent.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die!
As a teacher, as long as his Taoist realm is higher than that of his disciples and he can give guidance to his disciples, he will not "hide one's hand", but will truly teach with all he has, burn the last glory, and pass on the last remaining knowledge.
Thinking of this, Taoist Master Xu Ping took Chu Chen to the clean room for practice, which was quite formal:
"Disciple, if you break through to the fifth level, you and I will both be on the same path from now on. I will teach you for the last time as your teacher."
Chu Chen shuddered and made a disciple's salute respectfully:
"Master, you will always be my teacher."
"Hahaha~ A master is better than a master. I am very happy to be a teacher."
Taoist priest Xu Ping smiled from the bottom of his heart, then cleared his throat and said:
"Disciple, do you know the difference between the fifth-grade Taoist conduct and the sixth-grade Taoist conduct?"
(End of chapter)
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