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What do you think a monk is like, sir?

Daoist Qingyang did not rush to answer, but first asked Su Xun such a question.

Su Xun pondered for a moment before quoting the explanations he had seen in his novels: Immortal cultivator?

Sir, cultivating Taoism is not cultivating immortals. What we are cultivating is Taoism, not immortality. If I were a cultivator, I wouldn't be kneeling here now. Daoist Qingyang showed a wry smile on his face. If he was a cultivator, he would still be afraid of mere Bullets?

Like what was written in Xianxia's novel, he slapped the whole Crescent Lake with a single slap. How could he be so humiliated by Su Xun?

Su Xun thought about it too. If cultivating Tao is equal to cultivating immortals, then Daoist Qingyang would be too embarrassing for immortal cultivators.

Taoist Master Qingyang explained: Taoism can be regarded as something like a Qimen Dunjia, which naturally restrains ghosts and demons, but except for some low-level side-doors and left-hands, the real orthodox Taoism is not a big threat to living people. .

Is there a specific realm division? Su Xun asked.

Qingyang shook his head: No, there are high and low statuses of cultivators, and there are differences in ability, but there is no specific division of realm.

Can I live forever? Su Xun asked again.

Maybe before. Qingyang's expression was a little desolate: There are records in ancient books that Taoist Pengzu lived for 800 years in the pre-Qin period, but with the development of science and technology in modern society, the spiritual energy has become thinner and thinner, and cultivators are at most stronger than ordinary people. , invulnerable to all diseases, only to live for more than a hundred years.

Who is a cultivator who doesn't want to live forever with the sky? But this is basically impossible in modern society.

Su Xun nodded knowingly. The prosperity of one system must mean the decline or even the demise of another system.

There are gains and losses, as is the case with everything in the world.

In modern society, are there so many monsters and ghosts for you to catch? Su Xun looked at Qingyang curiously.

Qing Yang's expression became more and more bitter: There are very few, so most of us cultivators have changed it to give people a fortune-telling face to see Feng Shui.

This is equivalent to the empty dragon slaying technique, but there is no dragon in the world for him to slaughter. This feeling is so powerless.

Su Xun shook his head and said, It's really weak,

He was a little disappointed. Originally, he thought that Xiu Dao was the kind of immortal cultivator in the novel, but now it seems that he thought too much.

In essence, it is just a group of ordinary people who have mastered magical powers, perhaps stronger than ordinary people.

Sir, this is only limited by the environment of the times. Which one of Li Chunfeng, Yuan Tiangang, and Liu Bowen, who cut the dragon's veins, is weaker? Daoist Qingyang couldn't help but defend himself. It's not that we cultivators are weak, but environmental issues.

Looking at Qingyang who was so embarrassed, Su Xun didn't feel embarrassed to continue mocking him, and asked the next question: Are there cultivators or martial artists?

Of course there is, and it is different from our cultivators. Although there will be no more peerless powerhouses like Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, and Ranmin, the king of martial arts, who have swept thousands of troops, but the martial arts are still prosperous to this day. After all, we cultivators rely on the sky. And the warriors rely on themselves.

Qing Yang was a little sad when he talked about it. In ancient times, both cultivators and martial artists had arrogant talents who set off waves of the times and affected the course of history.

But today, Martial Dao is still prosperous and unaffected, the living soil of these cultivators is getting smaller and smaller, and there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to practice Dao.

So much so that when people talk about Taoism to ordinary people, their first reaction is whether they can tell fortunes and whether they can read feng shui.

The ascetic became a fortune teller and a feng shui master.

Even this has been ruined by a large group of unscrupulous liars.

If it goes on like this, I am afraid that Taoism will disappear in the long river of history.

Why do you want to arrest Qin Zhu? Su Xun didn't believe that Qing Yang was fighting for the so-called conflict between morality and evil.

Qingyang glanced at Qin Zhu and said awkwardly, This ghost is a bit special, I want to take it back and study it.

Special? Su Xun raised his brows, thinking of his own doubts: Is it because she can show up in the daytime, and she still has an entity?

Not bad. Qingyang nodded and said with a puzzled face: It is very difficult for ghosts in modern society to form, and forming is also a soul body. Ghosts are naturally afraid of sunlight, but she looks no different from a living person. It's weird.

This is what makes me strange. Su Xun touched his chin and looked at Qin Zhu with a puzzled face.

Qin Zhu was a little frightened by the two people staring at him, he took a step back from his heart, and looked at Su Xun pitifully: Master, are you going to slice me up and study it, you must not listen to this stinky Taoist priest? Yes, he has bad intentions!

Don't worry, I can't bear it. Su Xun touched the back of her hand, how could such a caring little pet be willing to slice it?

Of course, if there is a research method that does not slice, he will definitely consider what to do.

Qin Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, then glared at Qingyang fiercely: I tell you, stinky Taoist priest, you can't try to sow discord and destroy the relationship between me and the master.

Qing Yang didn't speak, it wasn't his pride, without Su Xun, the threat of this mutant kid to him would be no different from farting.

Give me the contact information. Su Xun said to Qingyang.

Daoist Qingyang took out his latest love-crazy mobile phone from his robe, and inadvertently revealed the Rolex on his wrist.

Su Xun was a little surprised: Yo, I didn't see that you can enjoy it quite a bit. You are still a rich prostitute.

It's all external things, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning. Daoist Qingyang was a little embarrassed, he didn't know why he was embarrassed, it was embarrassing anyway.

A person with real skills is not short of money anywhere. Although he has no property, he has made a lot of money just by showing the feng shui to those big bosses.

After changing the contact information, Su Xun patted his butt and got up and stretched: I'll find you if there is anything. If you don't make trouble, I won't mess with you.

The voice fell, and he turned to leave.

Qin Zhu made a real face at Qing Yang, and then followed Su Xun diligently.

Aaron and other large groups of bodyguards also slowly evacuated.

It wasn't until after Su Xun's team left that Qing Yang, who was kneeling on the ground, dared to stand up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt mixed feelings in his heart.

As a cultivator, he has always carried a superior arrogance. After all, he has the ability that ordinary people can't grasp.

But today, reality taught him to be a man.

Times have really changed.

After a while, he sighed, and left with a lonely back, his mind was a little confused, he wanted to be quiet.

The tourists by the lake all looked at each other, silent for a moment, then turned around and continued to fish calmly.

Even the destruction of the world cannot stop anglers from fishing.