When Taoist Zhuhua heard Mengyu calling herself Ben Zhenren, he thought she didn't understand the rules and called her the same name. He couldn't help but burst out laughing: "You actually call yourself Zhenren? Do you know who can be called Zhenren?"
Mengyu asked: "Then tell me, who can be called a real person?"
Taoist Zhuhua stroked his beard and said: "The so-called real person has a body that is filled with nothingness. He is in harmony with the Tao and is the same as nature. He is omnipotent, omniscient and omniscient."
He glanced at Mengyu with disdain and said: "Of course, a mortal like you can't understand what I said. To put it simply, in today's monk world, foundation-building monks are called masters. Alchemy monks are called real people, Nascent Soul monks are called Zhenjun, monks who leave the body and transform into gods are called Daojun, monks who combine themselves are called Daojun, and Mahayana monks who can save tribulations are already regarded as land gods and are called Shenjun."
Mengyu pretended to be curious: "Then Master Zhuhua, have you already formed an elixir?"
Taoist Zhuhua showed no shyness: "Although I haven't formed the elixir yet, I will do so soon. Therefore, thanks to fellow Taoists who think highly of me, they all call me "Zhenzhen".
"Ah" Mengyu trailed off: "It turns out that someone else flattered you and I thought you had formed an elixir. Since you can be called a real person without forming an elixir, it's okay for me to call myself a real person."
The Zhuhua Taoist frowned: "If you say it's true, others won't care. It's just that you weigh it at home. Don't go outside to weigh it. Otherwise, people will laugh at you to death."
Mengyu chuckled twice: "If others want to laugh, they should laugh at you first, fellow Taoist, right? After all, you are older than me. You haven't formed an elixir, so you can still call it true. I just follow behind you and call it true. Others Can't hear it."
Is this a mockery of his shamelessness?
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Mengyu held up the spiritual tea that Qingwen had just poured and said, "Please have some tea." After that, she took a sip first.
Taoist Zhuhua had no choice but to take a sip of tea and raised his eyebrows: "Where did you get this tea?"
This is just a Dahongpao planted in the space, with a small amount of spiritual energy.
"Of course I bought it. It's called Dahongpao." Mengyu pretended to be puzzled: "Are you a real person who has never even drank Dahongpao?"
Taoist Zhuhua had also heard that the Dahongpao grew on the rocks and was said to only produce eight taels a year. He originally thought that it was just something for mortal emperors to enjoy. Unexpectedly, it actually contained a trace amount of spiritual energy.
He said majestically: "It would be a pity for you mortals to eat such a good thing. I bought as much as there is left."
Mengyu was even more amused that she even wanted a little Dahongpao? How poor must this monk be?
Mengyu smiled: "I'm sorry, I only got one or two. I just used it to entertain guests. I have almost used it."
Taoist Zhuhua felt a little regretful, but he didn't take it to heart. He turned the topic to recruiting disciples: "If you don't say anything else, how do you think about what I just said?"
"What words?"
"I want you to terminate the master-disciple relationship with Pengfei." Taoist Zhuhua said.
Mengyu wondered: "Why should I terminate the master-disciple relationship?"
"Because I want to teach him the art of cultivating immortals." Taoist Zhuhua said dissatisfiedly.
Mengyu was funny: "Oh, if you want to teach people the art of cultivating immortals, you can find other apprentices. Why do you want me as your apprentice?"
"Because your apprentice has good qualifications." Taoist Zhuhua didn't think there was anything wrong with him.
Among the immortal sects, there are also mortals, and there are many more mortals than monks. There are also martial arts cultivators. Isn’t it normal for martial cultivators to give up their apprentices to immortal cultivators?