surnamed Wang

Wang Gangquan was kicked out of the imperial study room, the three of them had a good chat, and a general plan for dealing with Wen Fuding was also drawn up.

Wang Gingquan was also very curious about Emperor Shun's trust in him so much, so he asked casually, and the answer he got was that he felt very tired recently and couldn't cheer up anything.

Wang Gangquan pretended to check the other party, and finally came to a conclusion - excessive indulgence, vain.

The emperor was furious, even more angry than when he heard that he was going to die just now. If the old sword fairy was not present, he would have to fight this guy who has nothing to say.

"If you are empty, you can make up for it. Why are you attacking me?"

Wang Gangquan came out of the imperial study room cursing, and his voice got farther and farther away with the footsteps.

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Almost everyone in the capital knows that Chuanlu Mansion is only for heaven and earth, and does not worship immortals, but they don't know that there is another world behind the wall with the word "heaven and earth" written on it.

In this secret room built with skillful techniques, there is an incense altar table, and two candles emit a faint light, illuminating the small hut. On the ground, on a futon, sits an old Taoist in purple and gold clothes. people.

The old Taoist exhales through his nose and mouth, and his breath is weak and long, which has almost reached the highest state of closed breath mentioned by Taoism.

There is a saying in the Taoist scriptures that halving the breath increases half the life. Ordinary people take breath as a constant, and saints take no breath as constant.

Taoist cultivation of immortality is nothing more than from breathing to non-breathing, but there is also a saying in the Yin Fu Jing: The dead are the root of life, and the way of non-breathing.

The way of cultivating immortals is far more difficult than outsiders imagined, and the dead are also breathless. If there is no expert to guide them, if you are not careful, you may really train yourself to death.

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As the head teacher of the Chuanlu Mansion, Wen Fuding was born in Zizheng's family, so there is no problem in inheriting it. At this moment, he is only a thread away from being completely breathless, and he is naturally only a layer of window paper away from proving the Tao and becoming a saint.

It's just that this layer of paper seems thin, but in fact it is very tough. In addition, he has committed many injustices. If he just takes the usual path, he may have no hope of ascending in this life.

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With traces of spiritual energy entering his body, Wen Fuding felt his body was rolling like a stormy sea, but no matter how he rolled, he couldn't break through the barrier of that level of realm.

The barrier is so strong that even if the stormy waves hit the shore and the rumbling noises are endless, they still do not move at all.

Half an hour later, Wen Fuding breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly opened his eyes.

As a rare genius in the Chuanlu Mansion for more than three hundred years, he has touched the threshold of the way of heaven just over half a hundred years ago. At that time, Wen Fuding was ambitious and believed that as long as he practiced step by step, he would definitely become the first person in the Chuanlu Mansion to ascend. .

It's just that God's will is unpredictable. He is indeed a genius, but he is not a genius. God seems not only not to be used to him, but to create obstacles for him with all his strength.

Wen Fu Ding has been standing still for more than ten years, without any improvement. With the approach of longevity, the hope of the Chuanlu Mansion for 300 years is finally a little bit impatient.

After reading a lot of ancient books, Wen Fuding finally saw a method that made his heart skip a beat—collecting qi and supplementing qi, and the most criticized cultivation method in the Chuanlu Mansion was born since then.

Dual cultivation secrets are not uncommon in the Taoist sect. Many Taoist priests and nuns also have their own dual cultivation companions. However, the dual cultivation in Chuanlu Mansion is different from other places. It always reveals some randomness. Selfish desires.

As the master of the sect, Wen Fuding just let this kind of phenomenon go, and he even ignored many disciples who slackened their practice because of this. This small sect with shallow background has become a joke in the entire Central Plains Taoist system.

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Although the sect draws talismans to pray for the emperor's family on weekdays, the number of pilgrims is really not comparable to that of the dragon and tiger and Wudang sects. The disciples of the sect are short of money, so naturally they have to find other ways to collect money.

Some of them were thinking about their jobs, so they started selling aphrodisiacs by virtue of their Taoist advantages.

It is said that the elixir sold by the master is expensive, but the quality should be guaranteed. However, Chuanlu Mansion started out with talismans, and they know nothing about alchemy. The disciples under the door are all neglected in their homework, so naturally they can't make decent elixirs.

So the Taoist priests turned into bad ones. The Taoist priests first purchased inferior aphrodisiacs from outside, and then mixed them with flour, kneaded them into pills and sold them to pilgrims, and they also made a lot of money.

Relying on these wicked and smoldering means, the Chuanlu Mansion has indeed been brilliant for a while, but these Taoist priests who believe in money more than believe in heavenly principles, how do they know that all their sins should be attributed to the head teacher who can't retreat.

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Wen Fuding practiced the dual-cultivation secret method for a period of time, and found that it was indeed effective, and his stagnant Taoism also showed signs of loosening. Just when he was delighted to think that he had hope of ascension, the originally loose state became stable again, and gradually There are also signs of growing firmer.

Wen Fuding calculated frantically, and kept saying "impossible", but after many days, his realm began to decline instead of rising.

Wen Fuding, who was still a little dazed, could only choose to leave the pass. The originally good mountain gate was already in chaos at this time, and Chuanlu Mansion, a majestic Taoist temple, was even more lively than Goulan at the foot of the mountain.

Taoist priests and aunts sell pills while "passing people and themselves". The meager blessings left by the heads of the past generations have long been defeated. If you follow the Tao, you may not be able to ascend to the immortal.

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Wen Fuding thought hard all night, and finally made a bold decision—since he wanted to win Qi, he should go for the biggest Qi in the world.

Whether it is the aura of an emperor or the fate of a country, as long as it can help oneself become a fairy, what's the point of going against the sky?Since the sky wants to stop me, then I will not follow the way of heaven, but only believe in myself!
Wen Fuding, who keeps saying that he is in charge of heaven, has believed in "my fate is up to me" from the very beginning when he approached Wang Bingde. At the same time, he also took a fancy to the potential of this prince. The other party is just like himself, bold and unwilling to live long Under, and this kind of person is the best to control.

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On the head of Zhongdu City, the respectful worship of the future emperor made this ambitious Taoist see the hope of becoming an immortal. After planning for so long, no matter how deep the city was, he couldn't help showing a smile .

Afterwards, the general situation of the world has been determined, the Chuanlu Mansion was rebuilt, and the secret room, spells, magic circle... these things that he had planned thousands of times in his heart, were put into action one by one by him.

Absorbing the luck of the emperor will definitely cause a vision, so he expelled all the Taoist sects except the Chuanlu Mansion from Beijing, and asked for a decree to strictly prohibit them from entering the capital.

The Dixing light was weak, and Zhang Danxuan sneaked into the capital, how could he not know this?

It's just that he doesn't need to cover up now anymore, and you guys are willing to wait and see how he gets better, which saves me the trouble of doing it.

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In the secret room, a strange light flashed in Wen Fuding's eyes. In the depths of his eyes, a pale golden five-clawed dragon was swimming. The golden dragon seemed to be trapped, and from time to time let out low growls containing anger.

The seventy-year-old Taoist stood up slowly, walked to the opposite wall, and gently pressed his hand on it.

The wall with the word "Heaven and Earth" on it began to vibrate slightly, and then there was a loud bang, and the wall, which was still intact before, suddenly shattered at this moment.

A Taoist in a purple-gold Taoist robe slowly walked out of the wall. In the secret room behind him, the only god on the altar was written with three characters in gold lacquer - Wen Fu Ding.

Longhu, Wudang, Qingcheng, Maoshan...all the Taoist sects who were closely watching the changes of the Emperor Star all exclaimed in unison.

The Emperor Star's light suddenly became extremely weak.

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