Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

"Don't even think about it. We monks are busy practicing every day, so how can we have time to learn anything?

Moreover, how can ordinary monks understand the mystery of 'Tao'?

What's more, your demands are even more outrageous. Preaching to demons is already very perverted. You also create a sermon to uncivilized beasts. Who the hell can do that?

I guess only those powerful people who have become saints and ancestors can truly do this! "

Bingjiu persuaded Mo Fan earnestly, trying to get Mo Fan to give up this outrageous idea.

"Of course, if you don't mind, I can actually give it a try. At most, I'll earn you some spiritual stones!"

Bing Jiu said, winking at Mo Fan and smiling: "So do you want to give it a try?"

"Try your sister!"

"Do you really think I'm stupid?!"

Mo Fan rolled his eyes at this guy angrily.

Bing Jiu ultimately failed to achieve his wish.

Mo Fan really felt that this guy was very unreliable, but he also learned from Bing Jiu that there was probably no great scholar in the entire city who could preach to beasts.

This made Mo Fan disappointed and at the same time a little embarrassed.

"Does preaching require powerful people?" Mo Fan couldn't help but frown.

"That's not true. A powerful person is naturally better, but if there are truly knowledgeable people giving lectures, it can also have miraculous effects!"

Bingjiu thought for a moment and said, "I once heard a story.

There was once a group of little monsters who were so hungry that they went to southern Xinjiang to eat people.

Guess what?

That team of little monsters was trapped in a village for half a month! "

"Is there a powerful human monk in the village?" Mo Fan asked.

"No, the person who trapped those little monsters is just an ordinary person, an old scholar!"

Bingjiu shook his head, then looked at Mo Fan, and said in a deep voice: "It's just because the old scholar gave lessons to those little demons in an attempt to change their minds, so this lecture lasted half a month!"

"Then the old scholar is so powerful?"

Mo Fan was slightly shocked when he heard this, and then asked: "What happened next? Were those monsters civilized? And what happened to the old scholar? Was he regarded as a hero by the human race and became an official in the court?"

"No, the old scholar is dead!" Bingjiu said with a sigh on his face.

"what?!"

Mo Fan was startled when he heard this, then frowned again.

Something doesn’t seem right about the plot of this story!

"You heard right, the old scholar died, and he died of starvation!"

Bingjiu smiled bitterly and said, "I'm surprised too, but stories are often so dramatic.

It turned out that the old scholar started to reason with the little monsters in order to prevent them from causing trouble to the village.

However, it is strange to say that those little demons were originally aggressive, but in the end they were stunned by the old scholar's quarrel. They did not take action for a while, but began to argue with the old scholar. The specific content of the debate was not clear. clear.

In short, after a day of intense debate between humans and demons, the little demons were completely convinced, but they couldn't help being hungry, so they waited patiently.

In this way, the debate became a sermon given by an old scholar, and the audience was a group of monsters.

The old scholar persisted for half a month, and the villagers also used this half month to sneak away. In the end, the old scholar starved to death.

After the old scholar died, the little demons were very sad, but they couldn't help being hungry, so they searched the whole village but couldn't find anyone, not to mention people, not even a grain of rice. "

"and then?"

Mo Fan took a deep breath and asked, but he had a vague answer in his mind.

"Then...the little demons became so angry that they cried and ate the old scholar's body!"

Bingjiu also took a deep breath and then looked at Mo Fan.

"This...is really just a story. How could there be such a bloody plot in reality?"

Mo Fan smiled bitterly and murmured. In his opinion, this story was full of loopholes.

First of all, why would those little demons be frightened by an old scholar with no magic power?

If this kind of thing really happened, I'm afraid the old scholar would be eaten by the little monsters immediately, let alone the debate later...

Secondly, if those little demons were really influenced by the old scholar’s ​​sermons, how could they eat him because they were hungry?

If you really couldn't bear the hunger, why would you wait until the old scholar died before eating?

This is totally inconsistent!

"This is indeed a story, but it is a true story, because the group of little demons did not survive in the end and were slaughtered by everyone!" Bingjiu said seriously.

"Uh...really?"

Mo Fan frowned. He didn't expect that this was Bing Yi's personal experience.

"Well, it's true, because the person who killed those little demons is right in front of you." Bingjiu nodded, thought for a while, and then said: "After careful analysis, I felt that those little demons and the old scholar were arguing with each other. The content should be to see who can survive to the end.

Because they are all hungry, demons can handle hunger better than humans, right?

Although the old scholar died, these little demons were moved by his persistence, so they did not choose to eat him immediately.

But no matter how much you admire and move them, they are still monsters. If they are extremely hungry, they will be cannibalized by their own kind, let alone an old scholar? "

"That does sound reasonable!" Mo Fan nodded and immediately looked at Bingjiu, "When you tell this story, do you want to tell me that mortals can also preach?"

"Yes, although the old scholar lost, to a certain extent he also won."

"It is difficult to find a great Confucian among monks, but among mortals in the secular world, there are many Confucian scholars who show off their knowledge. Maybe your opportunity lies in southern Xinjiang." Bingjiu said with a smile.

"Southern Xinjiang..."

Mo Fan smiled bitterly. He knew very well what Southern Xinjiang was like now, but Bingjiu's proposal was obviously the best choice at the moment.

"By the way, I heard that you learned calligraphy from the human race. You should be half a teacher yourself. Why not try preaching yourself?" Bing Jiu said with a smile.

"Do you think I look like a sir?"

Mo Fan curled his lips. He knew what he was worth. Although he had frequently won the debate with Fang Ru in the private school in Pingyao Town, these were not his own original creations.

If he really had to preach to a group of demon cultivators or beasts, he would probably have a few more pots in front of him before long...

"Now that the Heavenly Wolf Saint King of Wangyue Valley has invaded Southern Xinjiang, it should have turned into a purgatory on earth. I don't recommend that you go there.

After this catastrophe in Black Wind Mountain, if you don't take a good rest, how can you learn how to expand your territory? "

Bingjiu said sincerely: "As a friend, I advise you to focus on cultivation. Only by strengthening yourself can you avoid many disasters and protect the monsters around you."

However, as soon as he said these words, Mo Fan stared at him suddenly. After looking at him for a while, he frowned and said: "How come you know so much about Black Wind Mountain? Are you spying on us?! "

"Don't look at me like that. When you went to Red Fire Peak, Lao Ba and I helped you once at Black Wind Mountain. Otherwise, why do you think Lei Yuchuan had to cultivate for several months?"