The Zunhun Banner is enshrined in Zuofenghun Hall, where the disciples' life lamps are located. It has probably not been used for a long time. It will only be taken out by Taiyi if the evil spirit of the soul increases every quarter.
"Sir, um..." The devil, whose head was grabbed by Tu Shanjun, was like a fly rubbing his hands, and he said with a flattering smile: "Congratulations, master, on your great achievement."
Tu Shanjun looked sideways slightly, lowered his head and pulled out the devil's yin, yang and yang gods from the body, then threw the body back to the Ghost King's Palace and said: "The hell transformation technique is not perfect yet, so I have to work hard for you."
Ignoring the devil's wail, he put it into his sleeve.
This is the nature of the devil.
As long as it is not included in the soul banner, it will look for opportunities. Originally, it did not dare to move when Taiyi was in charge of the sect. Now that Taiyi has gone to discuss important matters, it naturally wants to leave.
Tu Shanjun never thinks that this thing can really be stable, whether it is power or virtue. As long as it is useful, it will be used. When a person is found to replace it in the future, it will not be needed to survive.
Even though Tu Shanjun is very cool in his moves, he is actually a paper tiger now. Taiyi's magic power is like far water that can't dissolve near fire, and he can't display his ability. The ability to subdue the devil depends on the spells of Senbai's circle and being the master of the divine consciousness brand.
direct ability.
However, even so, the demon did not dare to resist. Others might have tried their best, but the man in front of him was famous for killing without blinking an eye. The demon had no doubt that he would be strangled to death on the spot and captured in the soul flag.
Even the leader, Taiyi, sometimes showed kindness to him, but only the old devil showed no mercy to him.
The old puppet did not disturb Tushanjun. He turned around and left when he saw Tushanjun throwing the demon's puppet body back to the seat in the Ghost King's Hall. His duty was to look after the demon and at the same time protect the sect.
The demon's crisis has been resolved and it is inconvenient to stay in Danfeng for a long time.
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Zhou Xinglie was stunned for a long time with his mouth wide open because of this cruel method.
He didn't expect that the third ancestor of the sect was actually the master's slave, and he was so humble.
"Why are you still practicing at this level? Have you carefully considered the Taoist scriptures I revised for you? How are you studying the scriptures and techniques? What level of alchemy have you reached?"
Tu Shanjun frowned slightly.
He didn't want to take too much care of this named disciple.
But this cultivation level is really unjustifiable.
It was a full ten years before he faked the elixir, and the sect's resources did not treat him badly. The storage bag previously given by Tu Shanjun was also very rich in resources. Logically speaking, it would be enough to exchange for several elixir-forming spiritual objects.
All in all, it is not satisfactory.
"Is it because I gave too few resources?" Tu Shanjun guessed that although he didn't give too many things because of his disciple's cultivation, he was quite generous and there shouldn't be a shortage of resources.
As his disciple, Zhou Xinglie holds a large amount of power in his hands and will not lack resources.
"My disciple is stupid." Zhou Xinglie saluted respectfully and said, "My talent for cultivation is mediocre. The Taoist scriptures prescribed by my master have paved the way for my disciples. However, it still took a lot of effort to realize the truth."
"In these years, most of the disciples have been stationed in Dazhong City. They have been busy with paperwork and chores, and their alchemy skills have reached the threshold of the third level."
Seeing his disciple's expression, Tu Shanjun secretly sighed. He just came out of seclusion and it was hard to show off to his disciples. However, he was not a kind-hearted person who could speak softly.
So he said: "It doesn't matter what the outsiders are, the most basic thing is your own cultivation."
"Without the support of cultivation, your lifespan is not long enough to rise high, I'm afraid..."
"That's all. Today is a happy day for you to leave seclusion. I won't blame you harshly." Tu Shanjun waved his hand. He should accept the mediocrity of his disciples. At least Zhou Xinglie's moral character is good.
"Just take care of yourself."
"Thank you Master, I will keep this in mind, disciple." Zhou Xinglie looked more respectful as he was ashamed. He actually wanted to improve his cultivation, but his understanding and qualifications were insufficient.
I have wasted a lot of effort over the years, but my cultivation is as slow as a snail.
Not only compared with other people in the sect, but even compared with his junior brother, he was far behind.
When I think of the terrifying talent of my junior brother Wu Daoxian, I feel that there is really no comparison between people.
The junior disciple only started practicing at the age of ten. Ten years later, his cultivation has still not reached the middle stage of Qi training. Although the fellow monks did not say it openly, they were all laughing behind the scenes, saying that the sect had received a fake Heavenly Spiritual Root.
disciple.
However, in the past two years, he not only successfully cultivated to the Great Perfection of Qi Training, but also successfully completed the Foundation Establishment, solidifying his talent. He went to see his junior brother half a year ago, and his aura and calm aura were nothing like ordinary Establishment.
The basic monks can compare.
"Congratulations to Master for coming out of seclusion!"
Xiao Xiu, dressed in a white jade robe, walked into the main hall and saluted, kowtowed, and did so in one go.
"Get up."
Tu Shanjun was not surprised at all, he just nodded calmly and said: "That's right. Dao Xian, you have done a good job of balancing the yin and yang of your body. When you cultivate the golden elixir, you will be able to completely solve the problem."
"Thank you, Master, for working hard for your disciples."
"Otherwise, this disciple will not be able to live long enough to balance Yin and Yang."
The person who came was tall and straight, with a dignified appearance. He stood up after three kowtows, with the same expression of excitement and joy on his face. He had been waiting for many years, not just waiting for the master to see him after he came out of seclusion.
For so many years, he had practiced hard at Ghost Peak, thanks to the Taoist scriptures and ghosts left by his master. When he encountered something he didn't understand, those ghosts scrambled to answer it for him.
Moreover, the headmaster also took good care of him, and his senior brother Zhou Xinglie often came to the sect to visit him. He was a very nice person. Wu Daoxian's only regret was that his master had been in seclusion for too long and did not receive much guidance from him.
"There is no need to say more. Since you are my disciple, I should always think about you." Tu Shanjun expressed his gratitude that there was no need to say more.
The master-disciple relationship in the spiritual world cannot be explained clearly in a few simple sentences. Most master-disciple relationships are stronger than father and son. Tu Shanjun did not want his disciples to be too polite and expressed his true thoughts.
Zhou Xinglie's smile became more and more bitter. This man was different from other people. When the master saw him, he would urge him on a series of homework, and when he saw his junior brother, he would praise and guide him.
Of course, it is also because his cultivation level has not improved much. Qian Fei has already entered the middle stage of Golden elixir and has understood the realm of magic. He is still a fake elixir. They are both disciples of the same generation, so the gap is getting wider and wider.
"Senior brother, you came so early."
Wu Daoxian smiled and greeted Zhou Xinglie.
Zhou Xinglie smiled and nodded: "Brother, by chance, I happened to catch up with Master when he came out of seclusion."
He wasn't jealous of his junior brother or anything.
He has watched his junior brother grow up, and speaking of it, he can be considered half of his master. He just feels envious and sighs, if only he had such a high talent.
Cultivation qualifications cannot be accomplished by spiritual roots alone. Understanding, opportunity, perseverance, and character... are all indispensable.
Tu Shanjun thought for a while, took out two storage bags from the storage ring, threw them to the two apprentices respectively, and said by the way: "Don't be stingy with the elixirs, everything depends on your own practice, which is fundamental."
"Thank you, Master."
"If you have any questions about practice, please tell me." Tu Shanjun summoned a futon, and the Ghost King's Hall suddenly turned into a majestic Taoist temple, and he sat cross-legged on the futon like a Taoist monk.
As if he thought of something, Tu Shanjun burst into laughter.
He wanted to help his disciples solve their doubts, but he forgot that a monk who could supplement his own practice questions one by one would not store those questions for too long, either by searching for scriptures in the pavilion, or by asking the sect's lecturer to teach them.
Find some inspiration.
So, he no longer asked any more questions, but prepared to preach to his disciples.
"Where to start? Let's start with a hundred days of foundation building..."
Zhou Xinglie, who was sitting cross-legged on a futon, looked up at Tushanjun.
Whether it is the theory of Yin and Yang or the Five Elements, materialism, seemingly profound but yet simple to explain, and splitting them into simple but concise 'Taos', this kind of monk will be the first to start a sect wherever he is placed.
The founder of the sect.
There are no golden lotuses emerging from the ground, and there are no flowers falling from the sky. There are only one after another that describe the methodology and practical principles of practice, and explain the first step of practice, which is the golden elixir path, in a simple and easy-to-understand manner.
At this time, he suddenly felt that there were not many monks like Master in the world, but he was lucky enough to become his disciple.
Wu Daoxian shook his head and listened to the scriptures with great interest, just like listening to Master's sermons in the past.
He didn't have so many feelings. He just felt that his master was supposed to be like this. He was a prominent person in the world, the ancestor who founded the sect, and a famous ancestor in Xingluo.
This has been his impression since childhood.
dusk.
It's not yet dusk.
Wu Dao
"Twelve years, how is it?" Tu Shanjun looked at Zhou Xinglie and asked, "Has the sect girl you mentioned to me last time already married?"
"yes."
"The marriage will be completed in Yunjing City, and the head master will witness the marriage for the disciple."
"Who is the woman?"
"The woman from the Fang family of the Hehuan Sect is named Fang Yingxue. Originally, our cultivation bases were similar. After we became husband and wife, Yingxue entered the early stage of pill formation, but my disciple...the cultivation base has never improved."
"Although husband and wife are one, human hearts are fickle. There are some things that you should keep in your hands and not entrust completely." Tu Shanjun's tone became obviously deeper.
It's not to scare his apprentice.
In the event that he dies or is unable to sleep, the disciple's lack of cultivation can easily be plotted by others, so he persuaded him like this.
"Disciple, don't worry."
"If you have free time, please bring it to your teacher for a look."
"The disciples can't get what they ask for."
"Just go."
It wasn't until Zhou Xinglie left Danfeng that Tushanjun, who was standing at the door of the palace, turned around and grabbed the devil out of his sleeve robe: "Check the situation of the Fang family of the Hehuan Sect, and then find out how that woman met my apprentice that day."
The devil felt like he was being pardoned. He knelt down and kowtowed obsequiously on the ground and said, "Please rest assured, sir. I will definitely get to the bottom of the matter and won't let evil spirits plot against my disciples..."
"Go ahead."
"You little one, get out of here, get out of here."
Putting on the skin made by Taiyi, the demon transformed into the majestic Nascent Soul Lord again.