Wu Qianping smiled, took a few steps back toward the door, and motioned for Zhang Wenfeng to come in and talk.
He couldn't see the doubts and curiosity in this young fellow Taoist, so he explained in a low voice: "Master Qiyue broke through the Jianwei realm last year and advanced to the free realm. He is the first Taoist monk in Yuanyang County. , his magical power is not small. He may have figured something out, otherwise he wouldn’t have troubled the Daolu branch with no purpose.”
At ease?
Zhang Wenfeng muttered something silently in his heart.
He has just entered the Huaqi Realm now, and is two major realms away from the Self-Contained Realm.
No wonder Master Qi Yue has such powerful Taoist powers.
Seeing that Wu Qianping was easy to talk to and willing to share some unknown secrets with him, he asked in a low voice another question that arose in his heart, saying: "Isn't it said that the tide of spiritual energy is rising? How did Master Qiyue... cultivate to the point of ease? territory?"
According to Wu Qianping, Master Qiyue is not the only one out there who has that level of cultivation.
There should be other people who are at the level of freedom.
As for what Grandmaster Xuanmu revealed in the booklet, under a normal aura environment, with normal qualifications and resource supply, an entry-level monk would have to spend thirty to fifty years of practice and tempering if he wanted to advance to the realm of freedom.
Most monks will be stuck in various bottlenecks, and may never be able to break through them in their lifetime, let alone the realm of freedom.
Cultivation is also about chance. Some geniuses advance to the state of freedom in less than ten years. Those are extremely rare cases.
Wu Qianping saw that Zhang Wenfeng didn't understand anything, and he was even more sure that Zhang Wenfeng's sect had completely fallen.
There is nothing to hide about this matter. After a while, everyone in the practice circle will know it as a secret.
"The rising tide of spiritual energy did not start suddenly. According to expert estimates, it started more than ten years ago. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth roughly gushes out from Dongtian Paradise, and then slowly spreads everywhere. In addition, there are some sects and Taoist temples that have been passed down for a long time. There are ways to do this. The trapped spiritual energy has resulted in some places still being in a state of poor spiritual energy."
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly understood that this was called losing at the starting line. He did not expect this.
The so-called drought will lead to drought, and waterlogging will lead to death. A man who is full does not know that a man who is hungry is hungry.
Wu Qianping kept some secrets about Master Qiyue and did not reveal them. It would not allow for friendship. If he talked too much, he would appear frivolous and unstable, which would ruin his impression. As he is now, he is just right and can get a smooth favor.
He sent Zhang Wenfeng out the door, and the two of them clasped their fists and said goodbye.
Returning to the public room, Wu Qianping sat down behind the desk thoughtfully, on a brown rosewood seat with intricately carved patterns, and tugged on a white rope on the edge.
Soon, he knocked on the door and walked in. A young man dressed in black and well-dressed looked very capable and energetic.
"Please help me find the files of Xianlingguan and Taoist Zhang Wenfeng, as well as the files of a man named Lu Jinzhong, and bring them to me as well."
"Yes, Master, please wait a moment."
The young man in black clasped his fists and hurried down to do some errands.
"Sheng Zi... what is Sheng Zi? Where did this evil force come from? It is proficient in assassination and raising evil ghosts and zombies. Three people have been exposed, and I don't know how many people are hidden secretly? The first case can't be Smash it..."
Wu Qianping thought for a while, picked up the brush, and wrote a few lines of small words on a blank note.
He stood up and pushed open the single door leading to the next door. Inside was a pigeonhouse specially used for transmitting and receiving messages. Two people took turns taking care of it day and night.
Catch a homing pigeon from a row of cages in the room, stuff the folded paper into the copper tube tied to the pigeon's feet, tighten the plug, open a window, and let the pigeon fly out.
Zhang Wenfeng left the Taoist temple branch, put on his bamboo hat, and walked out of the city through the south gate through a remote alley.
It took more than two quarters of an hour to go around to the forest behind the Fairy Spirit Temple and go up the mountain. He saw the second senior brother sitting cross-legged on a wheat straw futon in the open space on the right side of the hall, with his sword across his legs, closing his eyes to rest and paying attention to the movement outside. He was immediately reassured that everything was fine.
Just fine.
"Master, are things going smoothly?"
The second senior brother opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He came back very early. Before noon, he stood up and asked, holding his sword sideways.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "It went well. Later in the afternoon, Daolu Branch will send people up the mountain. This case has attracted their attention. Let me go and see what happened to the two evidences in the backyard?"
He did not tell his cousin for the time being that he had broken through the realm and advanced to Qi.
Let’s talk at a suitable time in a few days. When his cultivation is stable, he can learn more about the common sense and current situation of cultivation.
From now on, Xianlingguan will slowly recruit cultivation seedlings from surrounding villages and towns to train apprentices and expand its power.
He needs the help of a family member like his cousin who knows everything and can trust him.
Grandmaster Xuanmu made requirements in the booklet. The era of spiritual energy decline can be suppressed. When the spiritual energy tide rises, we should adapt to the changes and take advantage of the situation, recruit disciples, strive for resources, and develop the Immortal Spirit Temple into one of the best in the world of spiritual practice.
His old man is still waiting in the upper world.
Traveling through unfamiliar roads, Zhang Wenfeng felt deeply that the burden on his shoulders was heavy.
Only by taking steady steps and laying a solid foundation can he go a long way.
For myself and for the future of Taoism.
The second senior brother didn't say much. He just followed the viewer out of the main hall, walked down the steps to the green brick floor that he spent half an hour cleaning and wiping clean, and watched the viewer open the side door to the backyard.
He stopped under the sun, holding the scabbard on a high place and did not follow.
Ever since his master asked him to go down the mountain six years ago and he moved out of the simple hut in the backyard, he has never gone back.
In the words of the master, his qualifications are not very good and he cannot inherit the mantle.
He was sincerely happy that his junior brother, whom he had carried up the mountain, could come from behind and succeed him as the master of the Immortal Spirit Temple.
He admitted that there was a trace of selfishness in his heart that kept his surname from Tian.
Zhang Wenfeng passed by the livestock shed, touched the black donkey that had come out to let him out, and pushed the guy who was shamelessly trying to bite his sleeve back into the shed that was full of stinky urine.
Go and cool off, Taoist master is busy with business now and will have time to serve you later.
He walked to the innermost hut where sundries were stored, and walked around to check that there was no fresh damage to the three mud walls of the hut. He had posted it on the door frame in the morning, and the three yellow talismans on the small window and the mud wall had not moved, and then opened it with the key.
Old wooden door.
The room was dark and filled with the disgusting smell of blood and corpses that could not be dissipated.
Uncovering the withered straw and looking at the two bundles of well-tied vines, Zhang Wenfeng looked calm and covered the straw again.
He just guessed that the female thief who slipped through the net did not have the guts to risk going up the mountain during the day, and was worried that she would not be able to survive if she came up. Even if he wanted to bring in people, it would take time. However, for the sake of safety, he simply locked the backyard when he went out and did not let the second senior brother in or out.
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Pass the cattle shed again.
The black donkey persisted in sticking his head out to be touched, and when he opened his mouth, a passionate and exciting aria was about to come out.
Zhang Wenfeng had quick eyes and quick hands. He grabbed the donkey's mouth with both hands and closed it.
Looking into the donkey's big black and cute eyes for a moment, Zhang Wenfeng agreed: "Sure, don't bark, I'll let you out to play, don't run around."
After nodding his head twice in agreement, he untied the black donkey from the rope and took it out from the stable.
There were no eyes on the back of his head, so he couldn't notice the slightest hint of success in the black donkey's eyes.
The second senior brother walked down from the green brick field, took the dirty and smelly black donkey's reins, and took it to the short mountain stream below to wash it and let the black donkey eat a few mouthfuls of fresh autumn grass.
The black donkey was so happy that he said "Ah uh... ah uh..." and made a high-pitched voice that scared away the birds.
The autumn wind is blowing, the fallen leaves are yellowing, and the autumn colors and wild chrysanthemums are everywhere.