Upon hearing Shou He's tone of rejecting people thousands of miles away, Shou Cheng laughed twice.
The atmosphere was actually a bit awkward.
Fortunately, the relationship between the two families was not at a standstill, and there was no quarrel between the two families that day.
It's probably because they don't want to come, and others don't want to go either.
Neither family wants to have much to do with the other.
If it had happened before, I would be happy to see you live longer.
However, now that His Majesty is summoning him, he can only come to ask for help.
"Brother is quick to talk to others, but of course younger brother should speak out."
"This is not a meeting of the imperial court a few days ago. It said that with so many foreign gods coming here, there may be changes in the world, and they are discussing strategies to deal with it."
Speaking of this, Shou He, who was originally indifferent, did become more interested.
He knew that his half-brother was a high official.
He didn't ask how old he was, and he didn't bother to ask anyone, so as not to annoy others.
If he didn't want to give Zanghua a stable home, he wouldn't even have accepted the Wanning policeman that the old man had hired for him.
It is estimated that the operation of this younger brother is inevitable.
Shoucheng organized his words, and then revealed the real purpose of his visit: "I was thinking that I have to have a backup plan. I heard that my brother knows some monks who are like gods. I wonder if my brother can introduce him to me.
Let two children learn some skills from a teacher?"
"two?"
Shou He asked casually.
"One is Quanzi, your nephew, and the other is a child from a close friend's family."
Shoucheng concealed the child's true identity.
He guessed that His Majesty must have wanted him to cover up others' eyes, otherwise he would not have followed his route without looking for King Hui.
He felt that the future throne would most likely fall on this young prince, so it was better to let his children become the young prince's companions in advance.
Secondly, it would be good if you can learn some skills from it.
When Shou He heard what was going on, he didn't give a big guarantee.
Narrowing his eyes, he said: "Master Shou is really well-informed. I do know some fairy-like people, but that's just acquaintance. I don't know if I can talk to him."
After hearing Shou He's words, Shou Cheng smiled.
This big brother of his is belittling himself.
Your Majesty is most likely to find out something if you ask me for help.
Moreover, although the Xishan Temple Temple belongs to King Hui, in fact it belongs to that god-like figure.
The other party not only allowed Shou He to come and go freely, but also allowed him to bring his family members with him.
Is Shouhe an ordinary status among others?
"Okay, how about I go back and ask the old god to see what he means and then give you an answer?"
"good."
Shoucheng was overjoyed and nodded quickly.
That’s pretty much it.
What he fears most is that this strange elder brother rejects him regardless of his old feelings.
Now it seems that Shou He still values love and righteousness, and maybe he doesn't want to owe them any favors. After all, the Shou family has really contributed to Shou He sitting in this position.
Shou Cheng was indeed overjoyed and excited, but Shou He was a little more doubtful.
The old god did not hide it from him. Holding the soul flag means that the soul will return to the flag after death and will not be reincarnated.
However, he was saved by the old immortal when he was supposed to be dead, and he had no idea what his future life would be like.
People live this life.
If you don't understand what's going on in this life, then putting all your wishes on the next life is putting the cart before the horse.
Therefore, it seems that the banner master is actually not as close to the soul banner as the weapon master is to the weapons. On the contrary, the old god is busy with the old god's affairs, and he is also busy with his own affairs.
The two of them are tied to nothing but their lives...
No.
There is nothing strange except that his life is tied to the Soul Flag.
Perhaps this is the real reason for this sense of alienation.
As for why this is the case, Shou He understands it very clearly.
Cultivation.
In other words, strength.
He is too weak, so weak that he cannot activate the power of the Soul Flag.
If he is strong enough and has a banner in his hand, no matter whether the sky changes or the sky falls, he is willing to be the tall one and withstand the falling sky.
But he is not.
The disparity in strength leads to the disparity in actual status.
Even though the old immortal will not look down upon him, he will not regard him as an ant.
But he was very anxious in his heart.
There were many things that he simply couldn't get involved in, and even knowing about them would be a disaster.
"Immortal magic..."
Shou He murmured and raised his head.
This half-brother provided him with a reference.
Maybe as long as you worship the old god as your teacher, you can learn the magic of immortality.
He thought he was quite talented. If he had magical powers, he should be able to enter the country quickly.
…
Tu Shanjun is worried about this matter.
He has read hundreds of thousands of martial arts articles and is familiar with the martial arts of each school. However, he practices the Great Sage and has a high position, but he still cannot open up a second step for martial arts.
Listen to what Yan Tianjun said, ‘It’s not martial arts’.
I also think in my heart that this is the blood path divided into immortal paths.
But nothing seemed right to him.
If this is not martial arts, then what is martial arts?
Without the original support, martial arts would not exist at all.
Just like the path to immortality, you need to refine your Qi at the beginning.
What is essence?
Jinye!
It's that little bit under the tongue.
Only by swallowing the refining can you develop a trace of magic power, and then slowly grow stronger.
Life is limited but endless, which is the real treasure of a monk.
If there is no support from spiritual veins and spiritual energy, you can still rely on one point to protect the foundation of your body.
Where is Wu?
He originally felt that his blood was out of control.
Later he figured out that qi and blood were the best source.
Bone marrow produces blood, which is inexhaustible.
Qi and Blood Martial Arts is indeed a martial art.
The person who created this method is definitely an amazing talent.
However, martial arts can only reach the peak of the first step.
Tu Shanjun guessed that either the monks who created the Tao no longer extended, or the monks who created the Tao didn't know how to let the warriors of Qi and Blood Martial Arts take the second step.
It is very easy for a martial artist to take the second step. He only needs to convert a body of energy and blood into mana, condense the golden elixir, and then become an infant.
That would no longer be martial arts.
Let him write a code of magic and Taoism, and Tu Shanjun will be able to capture it.
But if he is asked to innovate, he will have no clue.
This is not considered a creation, but is built on a foundation laid by someone.
Thinking about it, there is a big gap between him and the monk who created martial arts.
You cannot build a house on the foundation created by the opponent.
Let out a long sigh.
He got up and wandered around the courtyard, thinking about how to complete his martial arts.
"Completion?"
Tu Shanjun's eyes lit up.
Yes.
In martial arts, blood refining and body refining, to get rid of those supernatural powers, the most basic thing is to train the body. If the body is not strong enough, it will naturally not be able to support the flow of qi and blood.
Ordinary people, with mortal bodies, want to strengthen their bodies by washing their menstruation and cutting off their marrow to tap into the deepest potential of their bodies.
The way of the saint contains the boundless world.
Why not regard the natural body as a small world? What martial arts has to do is to dig into this small world and strengthen it until it is completely manifested.
This world needs to be controlled by a god, or in other words, it needs to imitate the ancient gods and monks' Dharma, and create a 'divine fetus' belonging to the warrior.
Tushanjun began to ponder again.
The point of view is correct, the direction is not bad, and you can practice it.
But with such a similarity, wouldn't it be another copy of the Immortal Way?
He immediately shook his head and rejected this path of practice.
At this moment, he had to admire the founders of the Immortal Way. They had perfected the Immortal Way, only missing one 'true immortal'.
"No matter how successful it is, I still haven't escaped from the immortal way."
Tushanjun's murmur was listened to by Tianjun, who was lying on the wicker chair and taking a nap.
Immediately took away the banana fan covering his face.
He yawned and said: "The world's great roads lead to the same destination through different paths. What we have come to this point is not the wonderful magic and magical powers, but the understanding of the Tao. No matter which kind of Tao it is, it is the same."
"Tianjun means that the beginning, the process... are different, and the final path is..."
"Not bad." Yan Tianjun turned over.
As a senior ancient god, I have never seen anything strange.
“There are so many people who want to create a path to become a founder.
"After many years of ups and downs, only time can give the answer as to which Tao is the Tao closest to the Tao."
The Ghost Saint muttered: "Practice brings true knowledge."
Yan Tianjun suddenly sat up.
Ghost Saint looked over in surprise.
Just listen to Tianjun say: "Someone is worshiping God at the door."
…
Shou Hezheng, who rushed back to the temple, saw a skinny woman in ragged clothes kneeling on the ground.
"Who are you?"
Confused Shou He looked at the woman.
The woman followed her dry hair and looked at the big man who asked the question.
The big man was wearing official uniform and carrying a huge weapon on his back. He faced a fierce aura that made the woman stutter in fear and lower her voice.
"Please God to save my child, he is dying of illness."
Shou He was surprised.
They have heard a lot about ghosts and gods, and there are many temples in places where the gods are forbidden, but most of them are places for making money, and there is nothing magical about them.
For warriors, they trust the weapons in their hands more.
Xishan Temple looks like a temple, but in fact it is a huge garden.
Ordinary people would not regard it as a place where gods should be worshiped, but would think that it was built by some noble person, or a place for recreation by relatives of the emperor.
It happened to be endorsed by King Hui, so no one should have come.
"Who told you there is a god here?"
The woman said truthfully: "He is a Taoist priest who tells fortunes."
Upon hearing this, Shou He immediately frowned, touched the silver bag in his arms, and took it out while saying: "Your child is sick. He should go to the hospital first instead of chasing ghosts and gods. Isn't this a waste of time for your child?"
To cure a disease?"
As he spoke, he opened the bag and took out ten taels of silver.
"Invite her in."
The ethereal voice fell into Shou He's ears.
Shou He immediately recognized whose voice it was.
"How much money do you have to save this person? Since this person sincerely worships God, he should be rescued by the ancient gods."
Tu Shanjun was also thinking about his longevity. He would give money to each person who came. If a hundred people came, a thousand people... how much money would it take to settle the matter?
Since the other party is coming to your door, let Tianjun take action.
The woman did not ask for any money, but kept saying that the medical center could not cure her.
"Let's go."
"The Lord of Heaven allows you to enter and pay homage."
Shou He didn't do anything evil. He opened the door of the temple and led the woman into the main hall.