After Wang Teng attended the event organized by the Yin Yang School that day, he got the information he wanted and rushed to the Qin Sect of the Central Prefecture. He wanted to get the secret word "Soldier" and stopped along the way.
On this day, Wang Teng, who was traveling west, came to a mountain range. This place was not very beautiful, but it could be considered as a place where mountains and rivers depended on each other. There were lakes at the foot of the mountain, and there was a dilapidated Taoist temple in the mountain. It was not an immortal land, but it had a feeling of returning to simplicity. The trees were lush, and thin vines surrounded the old books. The stone road led to the depths of the mountain step by step. A woodcutter sang loudly,
"How much can a floating life be like a dream? No one can teach me the art of longevity, and the spring in the mountains will sing long songs…"
Hearing these few lines of singing, Wang Teng suddenly stopped. It couldn't be such a coincidence, right? He listened carefully and saw a villager walking down the mountain along the bluestone road from afar. He carried a bundle of firewood on his back, his body strong and his face full of curly whiskers. Seeing this scene, Wang Teng's sharp eyes suddenly narrowed.
"Big brother, I heard you singing. Are you a cultivator?”
"This little brother has misunderstood. I'm just a commoner. What kind of cultivator is that? I just listened to an old Daoist reciting and memorized it.”
"Oh, I wonder where that expert is?" Wang Teng pretended to be excited and asked. To tell you the truth, this junior has always been envious of those immortals who are so high and mighty. I have traveled thousands of miles to find immortals and seek Dao. I didn't expect to finally meet an expert today. I wonder..."
"Oh, I see. There is a Taoist temple in the mountain. There used to be an old Taoist priest. You can see it along the bluestone road.”The villager explained politely to Wang Teng.
Wang Teng's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect it to really be him. He bade farewell to his husband and didn't use his divine power. He just walked along the bluestone road into the mountains. He climbed nine mountains in a row and looked at each other across the mountains. Finally, he saw a dilapidated Taoist temple on a low mountain. On the hill, there were no green bamboos or spiritual herbs. It was just a simple vegetable field. It was green and very beautiful.
They saw two hunters walking out of the mountains. The hunters were dressed in animal skin and had strong strides. They carried bows and arrows on their backs and carried a wild deer. They did not sweat and had strong physiques. The hunters sang as they walked."Dharma, Yuan, Wufa, Emptiness, and not Emptiness. in silence and clamor, the words of silence are the same. When did I ever talk about dreams? Use what is useful, use what is useless, and use what is useless. If it's ripe, it'll naturally turn red. How does Mo Wen cultivate his seed…"
"These two big brothers, what are you chanting?”Wang Teng went forward to ask for advice.
"This is what you are talking about. I often hear an old Daoist sing and unconsciously remember it. Every time I come back from hunting and pass by this place, I can't help but sing when I think of him.”A hunter replied.
Alright, it was really that senior. He could already confirm that the old Daoist on the hill was the saint who was suspected to have mastered one of the nine secrets in the Heaven Covering Sect. Wang Teng asked a few more questions and learned that the old Daoist had taught them some breathing techniques. It was very simple, but it could strengthen muscles and bones. It was most suitable for ordinary mortals. It was very simple, but it was definitely not ordinary!
" Little brother, do you want to seek out the immortals? Then you must go in and pay a visit…" Obviously, the two hunters had a good impression of Wang Teng, who they had met on the side. They stopped and said a few more words. They told Wang Teng that the old Taoist priest was very old. Even their grandfather said that he remembered the existence of this old Taoist priest when he was very young. No one knew how many years he had lived alone on the mountain.
"Thank you, big brothers." Wang Teng left. This time, he followed the mountain path and finally climbed the hill.
There was a small Taoist temple that was shabby and low, like a thatched hall. It was simple and cold. In front of the small Taoist temple, there was an old pine tree with a hollow trunk. Many people hugged it. The branches were strong, but the leaves were sparse. Wang Teng was shocked. He felt the aura of time.
"In the wilderness, where did little friend come from?”A calm and abrupt voice clearly entered his ears. He turned around and saw a skinny old Taoist priest in an old Taoist robe a few meters behind him.
However, under Wang Teng's divine sense, the old Taoist priest did not exist at all. With his special physique and martial arts Heavenly Eye, perhaps only Gai Jiuyou and the old sage who was about to pass away could approach him so quietly in the Central Plains. Wang Teng's purpose in coming to the Central Plains was to find the Nine Secrets hidden in the Qin Sect. He did not expect to meet these two sages in the Central Plains. He did not expect to meet them by chance. Wang Teng bowed.
"Junior Wang Teng greets senior!" Wang Teng said.
The old Taoist priest's eyes were cloudy, but his eyes seemed to contain everything, as if he was looking straight into the depths of his soul. Just looking at Wang Teng made him feel as if his entire body was seen through. The fate dragon and canopy on his body flashed and disappeared, shaking away this feeling of being watched. The old saint carefully sized up Wang Teng. He suddenly said,"True Dragon Purple Qi, are you that Wang Teng from Northern Plains 'Wang clan?"”Wang Teng nodded.
Hearing this definite answer, the old saint said expressionlessly,""Come with me." Then, regardless of whether Wang Teng was willing or not, he grabbed his shoulder. He had arrived in front of a small Taoist temple with just one step. Wang Teng could indeed use the divine power of shrinking the earth into an inch, but it was not as flexible as the old Taoist's divine power, which was like picking stars and taking the moon. It was not practical for him now.
Wang Teng didn't dare to resist and let the old Taoist lead him. Although he had the combat strength of a Dao Slayer King, he was still far from a Saint in terms of cultivation and magic power. Moreover, the person in front of him was an existence who had achieved Dao after the Primordial Era. The most important thing was that Wang Teng didn't feel any malice from this senior. This kind of unclear intuition was often the most trusted by a cultivator who had achieved cultivation.
The old Daoist brought Wang Teng to a shabby and low Taoist temple. The Taoist temple looked like it had been in disrepair for a long time and was deserted. No one in the world could imagine that this was the residence of the highest existence after the primordial era. Even Wang Teng's eyes couldn't help but twitch when he first saw it. He admired the senior's detached state of mind like the Yellow River.
In the small Taoist temple, there was an ancient pine tree with a hollow trunk. Many people were hugging it. The branches were strong, but the leaves were sparse. It looked like it was about to die. There was no herbal field, only a vegetable field, but it was barren. There was also a rack of grapes. There were two or three bunches of purple grapes hanging on the dry vines.
" This Taoist temple has an ancient tree. It's at least 4,000 years old…" Teng Wang's heart trembled. He could feel the aura of time.
The old Taoist priest put Wang Teng down and walked straight into the Taoist temple. Wang Teng hurriedly followed after him.
There weren't many things in the temple, only a few tattered mats and a wooden table. There were a few tattered books on the table. The old Taoist priest sat on the mat and looked at Wang Teng quietly. After a long time, he let out a long sigh as if he was reminiscing about something. Finally, he said to Wang Teng seriously,"Are you willing to acknowledge me as your master?"
Wang Teng was stunned. He knew that none of these old monsters and old undying were easy to deal with. He did not dare to be negligent and lowered his posture even more. After a short while, he came back to his senses and looked at the old Taoist seriously. He asked in a questioning tone,"Senior, I wonder how this junior is able to gain senior's favor.”
When the old Taoist priest heard this, his eyes flashed with divine light. He stared at Wang Teng, causing Wang Teng to feel a huge pressure. He looked at Wang Teng with an indescribable expression and said,"Oh, with your status and cultivation base, you are still so polite to an old man like me. It seems that you know me well. Yes, I don't have much time left and am about to pass away. Before I die, I want to find a successor to pass on my legacy.”
Wang Teng did not expect the old Taoist priest to be able to deduce so much information from just one sentence. He nodded honestly and admitted that he knew something about it. The old Taoist priest was indeed a master. He did not care about the key points at all and asked Wang Teng again if he was willing to be his disciple.
Only a fool would refuse to be a disciple of a saint. Although Wang Teng had many encounters, the value of having a teacher who could fully teach him and solve his doubts on his cultivation path was no less than cultivating an ancient scripture. Without hesitation, he bowed to the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist priest was also extremely happy. Since ancient times, the inheritance of a teacher was an extremely important matter. He had no intention of taking in a disciple before because no one could catch his eye. Now, he was lucky to find a disciple with the appearance of a Great Emperor before he ascended. He had also sensed the wind wave that Wang Teng had created in the ancient temple of Northern Plains. Now that he had seen him in person, he really had the appearance of a Heavenly Emperor and the power of a Saint Emperor.
In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, Wang Teng did not show off his strength. In their eyes, he might be just a heroic figure with a powerful aura. However, in the old Daoist's perception, Wang Teng seemed to be in the center of the universe. He was surrounded by the True Dragon, the Divine Phoenix, the White Tiger, and the Black Tortoise. The four symbols resonated in the nine heavens as if they were pushing the billions of stars in the sky.
The golden divine sea light in his divine soul gushed out, filling the sky with golden lotuses. His entire body seemed to be enveloped by divine light. Golden light surged, and his aura surged like a tide, drowning the starry sky in his sea of consciousness. His every move was dignified and imposing, giving people a sense of invincibility. The providence on his body condensed into form, and dragons and phoenixes danced on the canopy, making him look like a Heavenly Emperor who had descended to the world, as if a Motherf * cking Human King had come from across the ages.
"Good! Good! Good! Haha! You can cultivate with me for a period of time. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me.”Wang Teng was excited. He really wanted to ask this cheap master for advice. There were too few people who could give him advice now. Ever since he transmigrated, Wang Teng had basically been self-studying and practicing hard. Although what he learned and comprehended was the most suitable for himself, it was also very helpful to him through systematic learning. Just like that, Wang Teng cultivated with the old Taoist in this desolate Taoist temple and inherited his orthodoxy.
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