"You're half buried in the ground, so you're not still thinking about jumping out the door, are you?"
The old man curled his lips and said: "Sit in a well and look at the sky. Don't judge a gentleman with a villain's heart."
"Outer door, inner door? That's bullshit."
"It's not uncommon for me to be given the position of head teacher."
"The sky is big and the earth is big, and it's so relaxing outside."
I reminded with "terrible horror": "You are being treasonous, please keep your voice down. You are not afraid of death, so don't hurt me."
The old man said arrogantly: "Coward, there are no outsiders here."
I said with fear: "The walls have ears. The Master is a fairy-like figure. Maybe he can hear it."
The old man didn't bother to argue with me and took the initiative to help me pick up the dung ladle and said: "Boy Yi, look further ahead and don't always think about the outer disciples."
"Remember, the things that outer disciples can come into contact with are entry-level existences."
"Spells, elixirs, talismans, including martial arts training, are just the threshold for entering the Tao."
"After leaving the Taoist sect and wandering around in the mortal world, if you are not good at studying, you will still be called a magician by others."
"If you really want to be academically successful, you have to enter the inner sect."
"There, it's another world."
"The master cultivates it vigorously, and the required resources are easily obtained."
"Not to mention becoming an immortal, if you study hard for ten or eight years, it will be enough for you to use for a lifetime."
I cried and said, "I have no money. Didn't you tell me that the starting price for an inner disciple is 10 million, and there is no upper limit?"
"My family background is average. I am not a rich kid from a wealthy family, trying to survive to the point of being well-off."
“It’s barely enough to raise one or two million, let alone ten million.”
The old man smiled strangely: "You have 100,000 in cash in your shoulder bag. How are you still poor?"
"Compared to ordinary handyman disciples who eat rotten rice balls every day, you are undoubtedly a wealthy person."
"People are so expensive, so poor, hey..."
The old man sighed deeply and said melancholy: "If I were to meet Zhou Lagui in the first year of my coming to the courtyard, I would definitely help him."
"But I have encountered too many tragedies in these years, and my heart can no longer be as soft as before."
"We are all ants according to destiny. We interfere in the fate of others and involve cause and effect for no reason..."
"Hey, no fun."
He smiled bitterly and shook his head, walking faster.
I followed behind, wanting to relax my mind and feel the old man's true cultivation level.
But after thinking about it carefully, I gave up.
If this old guy is actually at the 15th level of martial arts, my prying can't hide his perception.
At such a close distance, he will definitely suspect me.
No matter how good my acting skills are, it still won't help.
Rather than exposing your identity inexplicably, it's better to explore slowly.
Anyway, he hangs out in the yard every day, so I have plenty of opportunities to verify it.
Compared with my interest in the old man, soul blood is the real purpose of my coming to Taoism.
Don't make a small mistake and end up harming yourself and your third uncle.
"Boy Yi, how about we make a deal?"
When he came to the cesspit, the old man found an unused pole and barrel from the utility room and said absently: "I'll wait for you to become an outer disciple. Then you can tell me whether you are happy or not."
"Is it true contentment, or is it hidden ambition?"
"You help me solve the problem, and I will make you a promise."
"As long as I don't kill anyone, I will definitely try my best to satisfy you."
While scooping up the excrement, I joked: "Can you afford to wait ten or eight years?"
The old man laughed and cursed: "Young Master, why are you cursing me? I will definitely live longer than you."
I asked back: "You are a helper in the courtyard and you are not the leader of the church. What benefits can you give me?"
"You also promised that I would enter the inner gate. Can you do what I want?"
The old man blinked mysteriously and said, "Maybe?"
"Hey, it's settled."
"The old man keeps his word and never goes back on his word."
His movements were brisk, and his frown slowly relaxed.
