There are a number of monks in the cultivation world who have practiced for thousands of years without finding love.
As for cultivation, the traditional Tao is to abandon the seven emotions and six desires, so that you can have no distractions. When the Tao is achieved, you can live freely.
However, since the history of the cultivation world has been recorded, too few people have successfully ascended.
Many people have been single all their lives for practicing cultivation, but at the end of the day, they have not even touched the threshold of ascension, and they have just ended up being unknown all their lives.
After this situation increased day by day, many monks realized it.
In life, you should always have some fun.
If you can’t get the “gold medal title”, the “bridal chamber night” is still fun.
And this kind of fun, if it doesn’t have so many requirements, is actually very satisfying.
The important thing is that life will continue after the wedding ceremony.
Commonly known as giving birth to a baby.
Once you have a baby, you can pass it on.
Many monks who feel they have no hope of ascension attach great importance to their inheritance.
Some people want to place their last wish of not being able to ascend on their children; while some people are reluctant to part with their craftsmanship and want their children to pass it on.
Even if you can't ascend, you still have to pass on the skills from generation to generation.
Yanzhen is the latter.
But one thing is that he actually doesn't want to waste time on relationships. He has had a wish since he was a child, that is, not to get married but to have a child of his own.
Without him, he thinks getting married is too troublesome, and love is too ethereal.
So when Yuan Yulang came, he despised the parents who abandoned their children to live happily.
He thinks this is his precious "son" given to him by God.
He decided to pass his inheritance to Yuan Yulang.
This can be considered as raising a son.
Therefore, casting a curse has become a matter of course and a matter of peace of mind.
He had even thought about how he would tell his reasons in front of his young apprentice and everyone if Lu Qingfeng pursued him.
"Because I protect others."
Listen, how powerful and domineering it is.
It will definitely create an image of a reliable master who is not afraid of power in front of the young apprentice.
Anyway, Lu Qingfeng probably doesn’t care about this young apprentice.
After he was sure of this, he told Tang Ling with a tolerant expression that he had nothing to do with her anymore, and sent Tang Ling away while he stayed to help Yuan Yulang repair the courtyard.
Tang Ling, who came out of Qingcang Yuan in a daze, didn't know that he had been cursed.
If you know, you must go to pray to the gods and pray to the Buddha, and ask yourself which gods you have offended recently, and why you have been so unlucky.
This is much worse than being cursed.
However, everything is always extremely difficult at the beginning, and it is even harder for people like Tang Ling who know they cannot practice but want to practice.
Therefore, in fact, it is not that she is unlucky, but that the world is like this.
But Tang Ling didn't understand this until much later.
Now Tang Ling is just a little girl who wants to call "Mom" when she has nightmares.
Tang Ling waited until night in anxiety. He did not wait for news of Yuan Yulang's investigation, but he waited for the onset of the spell.
During the nightmare at night, Tang Ling saw many things in the hazy state, including memories from his past life, this life, and even memories that did not belong to this life.
These memories turned into a swamp, deeply wrapping and binding her, making her trapped so tightly that she could neither move nor breathe.
She wanted to open her eyes, but her upper and lower eyelids seemed to be smeared with strong glue, unable to move. Only her two eyeballs rolled back and forth rapidly under her eyelids.
This night was plagued by nightmares. Tang Ling talked a lot of nonsense. The frightened Yao Yao stayed by the bed all night, wiping Tang Ling's sweat and patting her back to comfort her.
When he woke up the next day, Tang Ling had two thick dark circles under his eyes. His whole body was wet with cold sweat, and he was completely lost, like a walking zombie.
This night seems like a lifetime.
Tang Ling even felt that he was almost swallowed up by a nightmare and would never wake up again.
"What time is it?"
She was in a trance, and subconsciously asked the first sentence that she always said when she was studying in her previous life.
Fortunately, Yao Yao has served Tang Ling for more than a year and can understand what she means.
"Si Shizhong."
Yao Yao quickly replied, bringing warm and clean clothes for Tang Ling to put on.
"Miss, you had a nightmare last night. You cried and sweated all night. Do you think you still have energy now? Why don't you rest in the courtyard today."
Tang Ling only caught her first sentence in her daze.
It’s time?
It’s ten o’clock!
The expression that was originally lifeless suddenly trembled.
"I have to go to Danzong's class!"
Yesterday, she just chose the Danzong course as her major, and had already signed up with the teaching elders. How could she be late for the first Zhengba Jing'er class?
This is actually caused by Tang Ling’s student thinking for seventeen years in his previous life.
What she didn't know was that it was just like what Zhao Baoshan said.
There is such a thing as being late, there will be a first time and a second time. As time goes by, you will naturally get used to it.
It doesn’t matter.
Although Tang Ling in his previous life did not like to compete with others and was relatively lazy in studying and doing things, he was always a good and law-abiding child and had never been late for anything.
As a result, I finally made up my mind to start practicing, but I was late for the first two classes.
Everything is difficult at the beginning, this sentence is right.
Tang Ling could only comfort herself in this way.
When I walked into the Danzong School, the teaching elder was preaching and teaching on the high platform in front of the school.
"Pseudo spiritual roots are also called false spiritual roots. Very few monks will have this symptom.
The ability level measured when testing the spiritual root does not match the cultivator's own cultivation ability - for example, you have a low-level spiritual root of D level, but the result is a medium spiritual root of level A. This kind of spiritual root physique, if it is not cultivated by the cultivator himself,
Notice that even if there is great power around you, it is difficult for others to detect you."
The instructor of this lecture was changed again, and he mainly explained the human physical structure.
Unfortunately, compared with the elder yesterday, his speech was not passionate enough. He spoke in a low voice neither fast nor slow, and a large number of students were already lying down behind him.
Tang Ling once again lamented that the class was really loose.
But Tang Lingke never dared to let go.
She knows that her qualifications are not good enough, and she needs to take her practice more seriously.
What's more, she is still thinking about Yuan Yulang's yard.
The elder named Yan Zhen told her that she would not pursue the matter.
I don’t know if this “no accountability” includes the debt owed to Yuan Yulang. Tang Ling plans to wait until Yuan Yulang comes to find him.
I don’t care whether the yard was destroyed by her, but the spear was indeed broken because of her.
Tang Ling still felt a little sorry.
If I learn the knowledge of Alchemy Sect well and help Yuan Yulang raise the field of herbs, I should be able to offset the guilt in my heart.
So she straightened her back, looked serious and focused, and she was even more focused than when she was listening to math class in her previous life.
In this way, in front of the group of sleeping disciples in the back, it is inevitable that he will stand out from the crowd and be particularly eye-catching.
Halfway through the lecture, the coaching elder noticed the student who was listening attentively. He nodded with satisfaction and looked at Tang Ling with kind eyes.
"The student in the last row, tell me, can the physique of the pseudo-spiritual root be changed through elixirs?"