I Became the Sun God

how about?

What else can you think of?

The old Taoist priests looked at Xia Bureau with runny noses and tears.

The real cultivators have already flown to Zixiao Palace, and you still ask us what we want to do?

"Forget it...just let me wait for a while to meet this boy who doesn't look like a human being."

"I didn't expect that at an age when half of my feet are in the ground, I can still meet the legendary monk. This trip in my life will be worthwhile."

"I'll die in the morning after hearing the news. The old Taoist will also go with you. The old Taoist has something to ask him."

After a brief period of confusion, these old Taoist priests from Wudang Mountain quickly reached a consensus.

They are going to work together to meet this swordsman.

As for the head of Wudang or something?

Ah!

What does it have to do with Pindao?

He is just the leader of Wudang Mountain. What I cultivate is the natural way of heaven and earth, not what you promote.

Seeing the elders who were re-energized and even as if they had been given a shot of blood, the leader sighed helplessly.

What can he do?

These old Taoist priests are the living ancestors of Wudang Mountain.

Although he has a high position and great power in the world, he can't do anything against these people.

Regardless of the incense and affection, the influence of these few in the Taoist sect is not comparable to that of himself.

"Why don't you come out?"

Qin Ran, who was in the air, still looked calm, but he was confused in his heart.

But as soon as Qin Ran had this thought, the door of Zixiao Palace was slowly opened.

As the ancient wooden door opened, old Taoist priests with immortal demeanor walked out with solemn and pious expressions.

"I'm coming!"

"These guys look like real monks!"

"Much better than those fake Taoist priests. Is this the essence of Wudang Mountain?"

Although the countless tourists present remained silent due to the aura of the handsome young man, they were shouting silently in their hearts.

The images of those old Taoist priests perfectly fit their imagination of immortal cultivators.

Immortal spirit, pure eyes, transcendent temperament...

Although he was far inferior to the sword-wielding young man, compared with the Taoist priests he saw in daily life, he undoubtedly looked like a true cultivator.

All tourists are full of expectations.

They were looking forward to the meeting between Wudang and Jianzong.

A meeting between immortal cultivators should probably start with a discussion, right?

Once discussed... can we ordinary people benefit from it?

"It turns out this is the real Wudang Mountain."

Zhang Chu in the crowd clenched his fists tightly and carefully held his breath.

His eyes were hot and firm, and it was like a kitten was constantly tickling his heart.

The distance was too far, and I couldn't hear what those old Taoist priests were saying.

What if I can't hear anything while they are discussing the truth?

After all, there are rumors in the world, but the law is not spread to the ears.

The second-year middle school youth is immersed in his own entanglements and cannot extricate himself.

I'm even thinking about why my tiger body doesn't shake yet.

"The old Taoist Wudang Mountain is Qingxu, and I have met Taoist friend Miaoyan of the Sword Sect."

Looking at the handsome young man in the sky, the oldest Taoist Qingxu bowed to the sky first.

His eyes were pious and fiery.

As an old man who has practiced Taoism all his life, you can imagine the excitement and yearning in his heart when he sees the true swordsman.

"Old Taoist..."

The other old Taoist priests followed closely and saluted one after another.

Miaoyan in the sky blinked, then restrained his sword light and landed lightly on the ground.

He looked at the group of old Taoist priests and asked with doubts on his face:

"Junior Miaoyan has met all of you seniors. May I ask where the true cultivator of the inner sect of Wudang Mountain is?"

When Old Taoist Qingxu heard this, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly.

The defense is broken...

The old Taoist is already the oldest person in Wudang Mountain. You still ask the old Taoist where the true inner sect is?

This is like asking a renter, where is your villa?

Are you being sarcastic, or why not eat minced meat?

The defense is broken!

However, Old Master Qingxu has lived for such a long time.

Faced with Miao Yan's seemingly unintentional doubts, Old Taoist Qingxu smiled calmly:

"Lao Dao is the oldest person in Wudang Mountain."

"As far as I know, there are no inner and outer sects in Wudang Mountain."

"As for true cultivation?"

"Don't be afraid of the kids' jokes. We old guys have wasted our whole lives and have never seen the so-called true cultivation."

"Um?"

Miaoyan raised his eyebrows, with an unexpected expression on his face.

There seemed to be a celestial river rushing through his eyes, as if everything in the world could be reflected in it.

Looking around for a week, Miaoyan shook his head, his tone full of doubts:

"This...shouldn't be right?"

"Wudang Mountain is rich in aura. Although it is not as good as the Cave Heaven Blessed Land, it can still be regarded as a pure land for cultivating Taoism."

"Why...there are no true cultivators in Wudang Mountain?"

"The method compiled by Master Sanfeng back then was the most upright and peaceful."

"Given your seniors' ages, you must have achieved something."

Sanfeng Zhenren’s method of tidying up?

Neutral and peaceful?

Should something be accomplished?

After hearing the information revealed by Miao Yan, Qingxu's mentality almost exploded.

So Wudang Mountain really has a Taoist inheritance?

At least in the early Ming Dynasty, there were still, but in modern society, there are no feathers left?

What are the ancestors doing?

Not only Old Taoist Qingxu, but other old Taoist priests also had various complicated expressions on their faces.

There is anger, regret, unwillingness, irritability...

There is true Dharma in their own inheritance, but by their generation, there is nothing left.

People like myself can be regarded as wholeheartedly pursuing the Tao, right?

The results of it?

After practicing for a lifetime, the so-called sense of Qi is probably an illusion.

And according to what this handsome young man said, if he practices the methods of Wudang Mountain, even a pig can achieve something.

Damn it... my mentality is about to collapse, okay!

The old Taoist priests were collectively speechless.

What else could they say at this time? Could it be that they really started yelling at their seniors for not being polite?

Looking at this group of old Taoist priests, Miaoyan looked worried and said with some uncertainty:

"Then...is your sect's Zhenwudang Demon Map still there?"

Real martial arts magic map?

Hearing this name that had been chanted for several days, Master Qingxu couldn't hold back his curiosity.

He coughed lightly, his old face turned slightly red with embarrassment, and he twisted and asked:

"Ahem... Zhenwudang Demon Map..."

"My little friend...I wonder what this Zhenwudang Demonic Picture is?"

Miaoyan's handsome face showed obvious astonishment:

"You don't even know the real martial arts map?"

"This...this is the core visualization of Wudang Mountain."

"According to my master, all the wonderful magic techniques in Wudang Mountain are derived from the True Wudang Demonic Map."

"It is rumored that this Zhenwu Dang Demon Picture contains a trace of the Zhenwu Emperor, so it is the foundation of Zhenwu Dao Tradition."

"You don't know?"

"No way?"

Bang…

Without any warning, Old Taoist Qingxu suddenly covered his heart.

No more, I can't hold it any longer.

What kind of immoral things did the ancestors do? Such important information as the Zhenwudang Demon Map was not passed down.