After the waiter finished speaking, he left. Wu Jie sat in the shop downstairs of the inn, deep in thought and silent.
These experts have great reputations and should all be genuine. They are completely different from the liars he has seen on the road.
On the way from Anfeng County to Changning City, Wu Jie met several immortal sects that were said to be run by Taoist masters. He also went to study enthusiastically. Unfortunately, these so-called immortal sects were all fake.
Damn it, those so-called experts are all charlatans, none of them have real skills!
The fate of these swindlers can be imagined. Along the way, he sent more than a dozen swindlers to jail. There were also some who were extremely vicious and wanted to kill people, but he and Du Ruo killed them.
Those who were beaten to death by him were lucky, but the fate of those who were beaten to death by Du Ruo was a bit miserable - maybe they heard the vampire stories Wu Jie accidentally told, or maybe the ghosts themselves have the instinct to absorb people's yang energy, and Du Ruo is used to it.
She bites the enemy's neck and sucks away the opponent's yang energy together with the blood. The person she kills often loses weight. To exaggerate, she becomes skin and bones, which makes people have nightmares just looking at it.
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In the process of these heroic acts of justice, Wu Jie also did some things of robbing the rich and giving to the poor. He distributed the ill-gotten gains accumulated by the scammers to the poor, leaving only a little for himself, and this little bit was often returned soon.
It was used in subsequent free clinics...
He is a master who has acquired the peak of his abilities, and he is accompanied by a female ghost assistant who is as capable as him. It is really pitiful for such a powerful combination to be able to get along to the point of risking sleeping on the street.
It can be seen from this that in this world, decent people are indeed not very happy!
Wu Jie just sighed a little, and then brought his mind back to the issue of seeking immortality. He compared the masters mentioned by the waiter in his mind, but he still couldn't decide who he should go to for advice.
He believed that with his own skills and character, any master would not mind accepting such a disciple. The problem is that his goal is to become an immortal. Although these masters are powerful, they are still far away from becoming an immortal.
"This goal seems to be still a little far away...
"Forget those martial arts masters, most of the people who use martial arts to enter the Dao are wild people." Jasmine, who is an expert in cultivating immortals, analyzed, "Master, if you are willing, you can enter the Dao through martial arts as long as you stay in seclusion for a while. But this
The road is difficult to walk, and only one person can achieve great success through it. Since you want to cultivate and become an immortal, you should at least find a path with greater hope."
Wu Jie nodded and crossed out the names of those martial arts masters from the list in his mind.
"To say that the person with the highest level is probably the Changchun master. His disciples are also very accomplished. It seems that he is someone who can teach disciples, so why not go find him." Du Ruo suggested.
Wu Jie also thought so. Since those martial arts masters were not considered, then among the remaining people, Changchun Master was obviously the most reliable.
So he packed up his clothes and headed out of the city to Wanshou Mountain.
With his footsteps, he arrived at Wanshou Mountain in just half an hour. He saw that the entire mountain was magnificent, with Taoist temples and pavilions one after another, and the smoke rising from each incense burner gathered into a blue-grey cloud on the mountain.
Even if you are far away, you can vaguely smell the unique fragrance of burning sandalwood.
A road leads directly to the foot of the mountain. There is a stream of cars and horses on the road. There is a huge flow of people at the mountain gate at the foot of the mountain. I don't know how many people come to seek immortality and seek enlightenment. Wu Jie is secretly stunned.
There seem to be many people who have similar ideas to him.
Since he came to be a disciple and seek enlightenment, he naturally would not do something so rude as to venture into the mountain privately. He immediately followed the etiquette and went to the mountain gate and asked the Taoist Zhike if he could meet with Changchun Master.
The Taoist Zhike was about forty years old. He had a kind face and kind eyes, but there was a faint twinkle in his eyes and his movements were very flexible. He was obviously not an ordinary Taoist who had no power to restrain a chicken. He heard that Wu Jie wanted to see the real person in Changchun, and he frowned.
He picked it up and carefully looked Wu Jie up and down, showing a bit of surprise.
Afterwards, he handed over the work of receiving guests to others and led Wu Jie to the quiet room next to him to rest.
After the two sat down, a Taoist boy naturally came over to serve tea. But as soon as the tea was poured, Taoist Zhike asked the Taoist boy to leave. Obviously, what he was going to say next was not suitable for many people to know.
"The poor Taoist Dharma name is Changshan, and I live in Wanshou Guanzhike. Twenty years ago, I was lucky enough to be admitted to the immortal master's disciples, but my qualifications were poor. Although I never slacked off in practice, my progress was always too slow. In the blink of an eye, I was twenty years old.
Years have passed, but I am still wandering outside the door of Taoism... Today I saw that Wu Xiaoyou has touched the threshold of the door of Taoism at such a young age. I am really moved... Please forgive Wu Xiaoyou for being rude!"
Wu Jie shook his head repeatedly, feeling that this Taoist priest was too polite. He also felt a little strange. This Taoist priest was also a monastic after all, so he wouldn't be so emotional when he saw him...
"With this little brother's ability, he is qualified to seek advice from the real person. But you are unlucky. The real person had some insights while observing the stars at night at the end of March and early April, and went into seclusion in order to break through the existing realm and achieve immortality.
One step further on the road. I have been in seclusion for more than a month now, and I still have no intention of leaving." Changshan Taoist sighed with emotion, but said something that was beyond Wu Jie's expectation.
Wu Jie was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect such a thing to happen.
The end of March and the beginning of April? Wasn't that the time when he destroyed the formations of Sanshan Taoists, destroyed the remaining souls of the demons, and defeated the projections of the demons outside the territory? Could it be that the Changchun master was thousands of miles away and could sense a mere small town?
What happened? Or is it that the projection of the demon from outside the world made this spiritual master realize something?
But no matter what, there is no hope of becoming a disciple for the time being.
However, he was not someone who would give up easily, so he said that even if he could not become a disciple of Changchun Master for the time being, he still wanted to stay here and practice Taoism.
But upon hearing this, Taoist Changshan shook his head like a rattle and refused to agree, life or death.
"Wu Xiaoyou, please don't make things difficult for us. You are already a peak warrior who has entered the Tao realm with just one foot. You can count the number of people with your ability in the entire Dongchu Kingdom on two hands. Although we have many disciples in Wanshou Temple, there are no real people."
The followers are very strict. Anyone who has achieved something will be kicked out to realize it on their own. Only after they have achieved something can they come back and continue to study... To tell you the truth, in the entire Wanshou Temple, except for the real people who are in retreat, not even one person is in the same realm as you.
No one."
Wu Jie looked at Taoist Changshan's troubled expression and couldn't help but be a little confused.
There is currently no one in the Wanshou Temple who is at a similar level to me, so what does it have to do with my own pursuit of the Tao? It is said that there is no priority in learning, and the master is the teacher. It is also said that among three people, there must be my teacher. Even if those Taoist priests are not as good as myself, they may not be unable to treat themselves.
Got some advice!
"Hi! Master, you are a decent person with simple thoughts!" He was still confused, but Jasmine already laughed, "He is worried about you!"
"Worried about me? What do I have to worry about?"
"There is not even a single person in the entire Wanshou Temple who is at a similar level to you, which means that if there is a fight, they will probably not be your opponent. If you have evil intentions and take advantage of Changchun's retreat, they will want to cry.
No more tears?”
"Am I that kind of person!"
"If I were him, I wouldn't dare to take this risk..."
Wu Jie was immediately speechless. Looking at Taoist Changshan's troubled face, he felt so embarrassed that he didn't even bother to drink the tea. He stood up and left Wanshou Temple in depression.
He was in high spirits when he came, but was dejected when he left. This trip was in vain!
It was still early when he returned to Changning City. He wandered the streets of Changning City out of boredom and walked to the port without knowing it.
Changning Port is the largest port in the southeast, with countless ships coming and going every day. You can often see people bidding farewell or welcoming people at the port, but most of the people bidding farewell are full of hope, while most of the people greeting are uneasy, forming a distinct contrast between the two sides.
comparison.
Shipping is really a very dangerous thing. Even a single trip can often bring you several times the profit. However, huge profits are accompanied by huge risks. Every year, many ships disappear on the vast sea. There are many pursuits.
Rich people were buried at the bottom of the sea, including experienced captains and sailors, or wealthy businessmen with substantial wealth.
Wu Jie stood on a high place, watching the scenes of joys and sorrows unfolding on the pier. Thinking of his frustration in seeking immortality, he couldn't help but sigh.
Sure enough, as the ancients said, time does not go as planned, nine times out of ten!
While he was feeling emotional, he suddenly noticed that there was an independent island next to the port. This island was separated from the land by a ten-foot-wide seawater. A stone bridge was built on it. There was also a three-story hotel on the island.
The attic is quite gorgeous.
It would be fine if we only arrived in this way, but the attic was completely white, the stone bridge was also made of white stones, and even the ground of the island was covered with white stones. From a distance, the entire island and the above
The attic and the stone bridge are as exquisite as carved from white jade, which is amazing!
Wu Jie also noticed that from time to time, people in gorgeous clothes walked across the bridge and entered and exited the attic. These people often crowded in front of each other. They looked either rich or noble, but most of the people who entered had curiosity or expectation on their faces.
Sexy, but often with expressions of joy or physical pain, and I don’t know what kind of business is in the attic.
So he asked a passerby to inquire and learned that the attic was called "White Jade Tower" and was the largest treasure shop in the Eastern Chu Kingdom and even in the entire southeastern countries.
About six hundred years ago, the Eastern Chu Kingdom had not yet been established, and most of the southeastern countries were under the rule of Daqi. A rich man dreamed at night that there was a white jade tower in the sky, which was exquisite and beautiful, beyond imagination. He made up his mind to do it.
It took twenty years to build the White Jade Tower in the human world, and finally it was completed in the hands of his son.
This tower is completely snow-white, both the wood and the stone are pure white, with no flaws to be found. It is so beautiful that it was called the first tower in the southeast. The rich man's son did not have any yearning for the white jade tower in the sky like his father.
Instead, he was very keen on making money. When he discovered that this terrace was unexpectedly famous, he transformed it into a store and started a treasure business.
Later, several foolish kings appeared in Da Qi one after another, and the people were miserable. Heroes from all walks of life rose up in rebellion one after another. Xiong Da, the founder of the Eastern Chu Kingdom, was wise and powerful, split the earth and became the king and established a new country. Because in the process of founding the country, he gained
He received the strong support of the owner of Baiyulou, so he actively reciprocated after becoming the king. He first named him the founding prince, then selected his daughter as a noble concubine, and also awarded Baiyulou many rewards and privileges.
"Since then, Baiyulou has flourished and become the number one store in the Southeast. It has been almost three hundred years until now." The hawker uncle who was pulled by Wu Jie for advice looked at the restaurant shining in the sun.
The snow-white tower in front of him, his eyes full of longing, "As long as we are businessmen in Changning City, who has not dreamed of becoming the new generation of 'White Jade Tower Owner'!"
After bidding farewell to the talkative hawker uncle, Wu Jie looked at the White Jade Tower standing quietly on the island in the distance, pondered for a long time, and couldn't help laughing.
"Jasmine, didn't you say you wanted to make money? Why don't we go to Baiyulou to sell some things."
