The disciples on Changsheng Mountain are unaware of the major events that happened in the palace, and the mortals at the foot of Changsheng Mountain will not be aware of it either.
To everyone, just like the old immortal Sect Master Wen is still there, it is impossible for the sky with a radius of more than 3,000 kilometers to collapse.
But Wen Zhicheng couldn't last much longer after all. He knew better than anyone that his time was running out.
In the sermon hall, Wen Zhicheng called over the three true disciples he had brought up since childhood.
In front of the portrait of the Patriarch, the three disciples knelt down. Wen Zhicheng looked serious and solemnly took off the ring from his finger and placed it in the hand of the eldest disciple.
"Guang Jing, after I leave, you will be in charge of the Changsheng Sect. Guang Ding, Guang Ping, you two must work hard to assist Senior Brother Zuo in the future. The future of the Changsheng Sect will be left to the three of you."
"Yes, Master."
The three of them agreed in unison, their lowered eyebrows full of sadness.
This old man who is like a teacher and a father is about to reach the end.
Wen Zhicheng's furrowed face stretched into a smile, and his skinny hands caressed the disciples' heads one by one.
"Don't act like a child."
"I still remember, didn't you all clamor to be immortals before? Now you are all accomplished monks."
"Time flies really fast."
As the old man talked, he fell into memories, as if he had returned to that day a thousand years ago.
He woke up from his confusion. He couldn't see the Palace of Eternal Life, there were no brothers or elders, and the surrounding land was desolate.
Everything seems to be over, everything seems to have just begun.
…
Under the auspices of Wen Zhicheng, the eldest disciple Guang Jing successfully took over the position of the leader of the Changsheng Sect.
Everyone takes this result for granted.
After all, everyone knows that Lu Qing, the deputy sect leader of the Immortality Sect, loves seclusion and wandering, and the original sect leader Wen Zhicheng has indeed stayed at the peak state of transformation for too long.
Not only outsiders, but even the disciples of the Changsheng Sect are also curious. How long will it take for Wen Zhicheng, who has resigned as the sect leader and stayed in the Changsheng Palace, to come out of seclusion, and how long will it take for the Changsheng Sect to enter the ranks of the Holy Land?
"There is one less person who shares the same path."
In the peaceful Xianyue Palace, Mrs. Zunyue looked at the earth from the moon and stars with sad eyes.
"The old Taoist still hasn't paid off the elixir materials he owes me."
In the tower of spiritual weapons, Chang Heng, who was taking care of "Zhen"'s body, paused for a moment. After thinking about it, he took out an IOU and then threw it into the fire.
"Forget it, there aren't many pure souls in the world." He said softly.
Inside the Hall of Eternal Life.
Wen Zhicheng took off his sect leader's royal robes and put on a worn-out Taoist robe, his body full of twilight energy.
On the wall in the middle of the hall, the portrait of a young man in green is clearly illuminated by the candlelight surrounding him. Thousands of years have passed, and the color of the portrait has not faded at all.
Wen Zhicheng held a piece of incense in his hand and bowed respectfully to the portrait. Then he put the incense into the incense burner and sat back on the futon.
He won't live long, but he can still recite the Sutra of Immortality in the remaining time.
The voice was very soft and slow, but not panicky, with a calm and peaceful tone.
"Eternal Life, Patriarch."
While reciting the scriptures over and over again, Wen Zhicheng faced his heart and suddenly an idea occurred to him.
He has been busy in his life, is he seeking immortality or seeing his ancestor again?
When thoughts arose, the sutra became confused, and Wen Zhicheng no longer dared to look up at the portrait of his ancestor.
It was not until a few days later that the magic power in his body dissipated and his cultivation was completely lost.
In the last few seconds of his life, pure white light floated down from the portrait and shone on Wen Zhicheng's body.
He stopped chanting and looked up in surprise. The portrait of the Patriarch seemed to come alive, looking at him with gentle and kind eyes.
At this moment, all the emotions in Wen Zhicheng's heart left, leaving only peace.
Tears suddenly flowed from the corners of his eyes, he knelt on the ground and shouted piously,
"The most virtuous, most majestic and immortal ancestor!"
Never got up again.
"well……"
There was a sigh in the Hall of Eternal Life, and the young man in the portrait landed gracefully on the earth.
Lin Yuan originally did not intend to get involved in people and things in the spiritual world, but feelings are really elusive.
"He is dead, so if I manifest here, it doesn't count as interfering with other people's life processes."
Lin Yuan said to himself, beckoning to collect Wen Zhicheng's soul in his palm.
Wen Zhicheng would not have thought that the so-called Immortal Palace and the so-called Immortal Patriarch were just legends fabricated by Lin Yuan in the past.
He would not have thought that the self-proclaimed disciple of the Changsheng Palace was actually a monkey chosen by Lin Yuan at that time, and he was transformed by the combination of luck and possibility.
"Let the truth be buried in history forever. This feeling of playing with history and life is really terrible."
Lin Yuan was in a bad mood.
Because the immortal patriarch Wen Zhicheng and the others longed for was not like a fairy, but more like a demon.
…
Lin Yuan found the ninth generation Lu Qing in the palace.
The kingdom is not big, just an ordinary one among the many countries in the spiritual world, but Lu Qing is a genuine prince.
"Sir, I will be the emperor in the future! How can I practice Taoism with you?"
"Sir, you are very powerful! But I will not give in! As a monk, you cannot have three thousand wives!"
"Sir, this is wrong of you! How could you collude with my parents! My butt is about to be cracked by my mother!"
"Woooooooo, I want to practice Taoism! Sir, I am no longer the emperor! Take me away!"
Facts have proved that a person's butt cannot be as hard as his mouth.
Under the joyful watch of the current emperor, empress, many princesses, brothers and sisters, Lu Qing turned back three times with each step, shedding tears of emotion, and was led out of the palace gate by the immortal master Lin Yuan by the hand.
Start wandering around the world.
"Lu Qing..."
"Master, my name is not Lu Qing, my name is Yang Fei!" the little boy corrected seriously.
"Taoist name, do you understand the Taoist name, little ghost head? Once you enter my family, you are a member of the Immortal family. Don't use the worldly names."
"Lu Qing, here are two cents. Go to the street in front and buy three Wowotou for me."
Lin Yuan shook his head and said, putting two large coins in Lu Qing's little hand.
"But a wowotou is only a penny! There is still a penny left." Lu Qing stared at Lin Yuan.
"That's silly. That store is having an event, and if you go over and buy it, you'll get a small steamed bun as a gift for one penny. If you buy it twice, replace the two small steamed buns as a gift with a larger one. Isn't there just three?"
Lin Yuan flicked the fly whisk and patted Lu Qing on the head, giving serious instructions.
Poor Lu Qinggui, as the prince, never thought that such an operation would be possible, and he was so shocked that he was dumbfounded.
"I can't do it!" Lu Qing said with a red face.
"My master's stomach is strong enough to support a boat, and he has a large appetite. Two woofou are indispensable for a meal. If I buy it for you, you will be hungry."
"You won't grow taller if you're hungry." Lin Yuan turned his face, his tone was calm, and his eyes seemed to be shining with a strange light.
Lu Qing's body trembled, and his face wrinkled into a bitter melon. He looked at his master's Taoist robe with holes in it, and knew that the two of them could not get the third copper coin together, and he was heartbroken.
"I'm going!"
Lin Yuan smiled.
Not long after, Lu Qingzao came back with a blushing face. Instead of three steamed buns, he had four. The extra ones were given by the shop owner.
Lin Yuan took one bite and ate three of them shamelessly, turning Lu Qing, who was chewing on the cornbread, to petrification again.
"Master, you are not an immortal master at all! Your father and mother have been deceived by you!" Lu Qing shouted in grief and anger.
"My teacher never said that I was an immortal master. My teacher is a Taoist, so of course what I teach you is the Tao." Lin Yuan broke down the bamboo branches on the roadside and picked his teeth leisurely.
"Then you teach me how to practice Taoism! Otherwise you are a liar!" Lu Qing's mood became slightly more stable.
"Okay. Starting from today, you can practice the Sutra of Immortality first." Lin Yuan replied.
So, on the road with no end in sight, the two set out harmoniously again.
Chanting sutras in the morning, at noon, and at night, Lu Qing read all 365 words in the Sutra of Immortality, climbed over a hundred mountains, crossed a hundred rivers, and reached the vast sea with Lin Yuan.
Clouds and shadows intertwined, and the sky was just right. The moist sea breeze blew the tattered robes of the two men, and raised their long hair.
Lin Yuan opened his hands, as if he wanted to hold the whole ocean into his arms. He took a deep breath and exhaled. He asked the young boy next to him,
"How do you feel?"
Lu Qing's expression was dazed, and the memory of the dead began to attack him.
The unbearable journeys of the past few years came to his mind. He had been polished by the wind and rain into a small bacon, and he felt that he had too much to say in his heart, but facing the boundless sea in front of him, everything receded like the tide.
"Ocean, you are all water."
After holding it in until the end, Lu Qing finally said something nonsense.
"Not bad." Lin Yuan said appreciatively.
Now that we have seen the mountains and seas, it is time to return to the crowd.
After taking a short rest, Lin Yuan and Lu Qing began to wander around various small towns and cities.
You must visit the local sect. It is euphemistically called the Way of Discussing the Way, but Lu Qing has strong opinions.
He thought he was going to be killed, which is commonly known as being beaten.
"Master, the Immortality Sutra you taught is useless! The realm is useless! All those who cultivate immortality have magic power!"
Under the bridge, master and apprentice met.
Lu Qing, whose handsome face was swollen into a pig's head, lost control of his emotions. He grabbed Lin Yuan and shook him, hoping that he didn't shake his Taoist robes away.
"Calm down! My good disciple, calm down! We are Taoists, so it is normal to have no power." Lin Yuan consoled him.
"I don't practice Taoism anymore. I feel so frustrated. Master, do you know that I, an immortal in the foundation-building stage, was hammered from head to toe by a scumbag in the Qi-refining stage! I ran for two streets before I got rid of him!"
Lu Qing let go of his hand and sat on the ground resignedly.
"You can't become an immortal if you don't practice Taoism." Lin Yuan patted his Taoist robe and said leisurely.
Lu Qing's head tilted and he lay flat on the ground in anger.
"How about master, please teach me your secret method of escaping. Every time you are beaten, you can disappear without a trace! I want to learn this!" Lu Qing regained some sense and sat up.
"You can't learn this." Lin Yuan shook his head.
"Why?" Lu Qing asked.
"This method is too advanced, and you are too dull to learn it," Lin Yuan said.
Lu Qing's vision went dark and she lay on the ground again.
"Disciple, hold on! I still have a unique skill, and only you can succeed! Learn it, and you can conquer the world!" Lin Yuan hurriedly stepped forward.
Lu Qing looked back and said, "Say."
"The name of this Dharma is 'morality'!" Lin Yuan slowly opened his mouth with an unpredictable expression.
"Tao...morality..." Lu Qing's eyes lit up.
Lin Yuan's secret knowledge was not complicated. After a long chat under the bridge for one night, Lu Qing mastered all the essentials.
The next day, Lu Qing opened the door of the previous sect with great fanfare.
The local residents followed curiously, wanting to see who in the world was so brave and dared to disrespect the immortal master?
In the open space, Brother Li looked at the "pig-headed" boy in front of him with a strange face.
"You're a waste in the foundation building stage. Last time I thought you ran faster, and now you're here to beat me?"
But to his surprise, Lu Qing not only did not refute, but also covered her head and shouted, the screams were shocking.
Not only that, Lu Qing also pulled out a stretcher with bright red blood stains from nowhere, swayed and fell on it, and spoke to the entire audience with an extremely weak voice.
"I practiced Taoism when I was five years old and successfully established the foundation when I was ten years old. I passed by this place with my master. I wanted to discuss Taoism and practice with fellow Taoists here and exchange experiences. I never expected that I would be beaten like this!"
"I don't believe it's your lord's bad style. He must be morally defective!"
Although Lu Qingren was on the ground, his soul had already reached the moral high ground and pointed towards the opposite side.
The people eating melons around were in an uproar.
He is still a child! He came to share Taoism and met with such misfortune!
In an instant, public opinion turned around.
Facing the angry gazes of the crowd, Brother Li's hands and feet were cold and his face was panicked.
"No...that's not the case. We are competing. He is building the foundation, and I am refining the Qi."
But people no longer want to listen to him.
The crowd has found the truth they want.
The elders in the sect who were watching could not sit still. This young man was shaking the foundation of their sect in the local area!
Now there is only one way to solve it.
The elder immediately noticed the steps left in Lu Qing's words, and immediately took Brother Li down with a dark face, and asked the disciples to come forward to give Lu Qing medicine for treatment.
They are all good medicines! He would not even bear to take them on weekdays!
Lu Qing's injury improved quickly, and the crowd also regained their composure under the comfort, and began to trust the sect again.
Sure enough, the sect is still good, but a small group of monks with low morals have ruined the atmosphere!
That night, Lu Qing returned to the bridge tunnel feeling refreshed and brought many souvenirs to express his condolences.
"How about this?" Lin Yuan said with a smile.
"It's wonderful, it's wonderful." Lu Qing smacked her mouth, as if she was thinking about it.