Half-demon Raising Immortals

Chapter 75 Preaching

The weather is warming up.

The sun is rising.

Lu Tong took Tang Zhi's mother and daughter into the preaching forest together.

A cool wind blows from the gap in the bamboo forest.

Tang Zhi gathered his tight-fitting jacket.

"Cold?"

Lu Tong took out a robe and handed it over.

Tang Zhi glanced at his daughter, lowered his head to take it, and put it on his body.

Tang Zhi's daughter clenched her teeth, let go of Tang Zhi, and strode forward.

an empty space.

There are stone tables and chairs in the center.

A chessboard is carved on the stone table.

After years of rain and wind, the chessboard has been damaged and pitted.

Tang Zhi said: "I was waiting here yesterday, do you need other chessboards?"

Lu Tong stretched out his hand to touch under the chessboard, shook his head and said, "It's here."

Play chess from above, and make moves from below.

The chessboard is covered with various sword marks and fingerprints.

It was left behind by a few aggressive monks who played chess with black hands.

Lu Tong looked around and suspected that the monks had all moved away.

"Let's go and see the three monks from yesterday."

"it is good."

The preaching forest occupies a large area.

And because the bamboo roots are easy to spread, the area is getting bigger and bigger.

Now there are low mountains and small lakes here.

Under the dwarf mountain, a two-story wooden building is built against the mountain.

The lower door is open.

Four children of different sizes are studying and practicing inside.

On the podium, an old monk with a white beard was drinking tea.

Lu Tong took the two of them there.

Tang Zhi took a step forward and introduced: "Ren Xianchang, this is me, my family..."

"Lutong."

Old cultivator Ren didn't hold back, and cupped his hands and said, "Ren Huai, I have met Fellow Daoist Lu. Please go upstairs."

The second floor.

Lu Tong and Ren Huai sat opposite each other.

Tang Zhi took his daughter and stood beside him.

Lu Tong got straight to the point and said directly: "Fellow Daoist Ren, I want to find a spiritual master for this girl."

Ren Huai turned his head and took a look, nodded slightly and said, "I met their mother and daughter yesterday. Song Wan can read and understand the rules. I am willing to take her in."

"May I ask what method you practiced? What spells are you good at?"

Ren Huai picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly.

"Dissatisfied fellow Taoist. The exercises are just ordinary methods of refining spirits and transforming qi. The only method that can be called good is the method of 'walking through space'."

Lu Tong nodded with a smile, and asked about things like magical weapons, sword techniques, and fighting.

After a while.

He stood up and said, "Thank you fellow daoist, let's go back and discuss it."

After speaking, he took out a bag of tea and handed it over.

"The golden leaf in the south is not a treasure, but it is still rare."

Ren Huai's eyes lit up, he took it directly and smelled it, and said, "Tea trees over a hundred years old have the golden smell of Jinchi Lake."

"Fellow Daoist, have you been to Jinchi Lake?"

"I passed by once when I was young."

"Great!"

Lu Tong was very surprised.

In fact, he underestimated Ren Huai.

Mana is loose, hands and feet are loose.

This kind of monk, he can crush to death.

But I didn't expect that although this guy's methods are sloppy, he has a lot of knowledge.

The golden leaf is dug out from Jinchi Lake by the demon bird.

And Jinchi Lake is located nearly ten thousand miles south of Yunying City, and there are many wild monsters, dangerous mountains, demon cities, and ghost fog along the way.

A well-informed master is more important than a powerful master.

Leave the wooden building.

As Tang Zhi led the way, he couldn't wait to ask: "How is it?"

"Ordinary."

Tang Zhi hesitated for a while, and said, "Yesterday, Immortal Chief Ren said that he would receive ten taels of offerings a month."

"not much."

Teaching and literacy costs more than one tael of silver per month.

Here, ten taels of silver can be used to learn exercises and spells, and if you are valued by the master, you will have the opportunity to inherit the mantle in the future.

Not much.

Another cup of tea time.

From a distance, I saw a large group of children sitting in the forest holding slender bamboo branches.

front.

A white-clothed female cultivator and a white-clothed male cultivator were attacking each other with long swords in their hands.

There are words in the mouth:

"Youwei's secret, Youxuancaizhen;"

"It's hard to get rid of it, it's wonderful to God;"

"..."

Lu Tong stopped and frowned, "Is the other one them?"

"Yes, they are the descendants of the Spirit Sword Sect, and they are very good at swordsmanship."

"Let's go."

Lu Tong turned and left.

Tang Zhi pulled his daughter to catch up quickly, and asked, "Are these two liars?"

"No."

Liars don't count.

But chewing words and dictionaries to a group of children.

Not a good master.

Looking at the moves, there is more than agility and more than grace, but it lacks some sharp and murderous intent.

Lu Tong glanced down at Song Wan, and explained: "This kind of method is learned by 'rich people', and it is not suitable for Song Wan."

Many monks focus on spells, talismans, etc., and hardly face life and death, and learn swordsmanship only to strengthen their bodies.

Song Wan doesn't have this kind of capital.

"Where's the next one?"

"Inside, behind the purple bamboo forest."

After another moment.

Along the road, many idle monks opened up an open space in the bamboo forest, and practiced for their own entertainment.

A purple bamboo forest.

There is a small road in the forest, and there is a piece of bamboo strips hanging in the middle of the road.

The bamboo branches on the bamboo strips are interspersed with each other and pinned together.

Tang Zhi said: "This is a counting puzzle. In the past, Naughty used to play with her father. After I saw it the other day, I played in it all the way."

Lu Tong looked at it for a while, frowned and said, "How do you play?"

"Pull one out, and it will be solved if it is scattered."

Lu Tong took one casually.

The bamboo strips shook and continued to circle in mid-air.

"boring."

He muttered something, pushed aside the bamboo strips, and walked inside.

Tang Zhi rarely smiled and followed.

Passing through the purple bamboo forest, the path ahead is cut off, and a small pool appears.

Several thick bamboo poles were placed in disorder on the pool.

It leads to the bamboo house on the other side.

Lu Tong frowned and said, "Is this also a math riddle?"

Tang Zhi didn't speak yet.

A hoarse female voice came from the opposite side.

"This is a formation."

A middle-aged female cultivator in coarse clothes came out of the bamboo house.

Lu Tong cupped his hands and said, "Yunying City, Lu Tong."

The female cultivator sized her up, then cupped her hands and said, "Dajiao City, Lu Family, Lu Sihua."

Lu Tong's heart skipped a beat.

Those who can be called a family have at least one Golden Core cultivator.

In addition, there must be a relationship with the sect.

Only in this way can it be reproduced from generation to generation and the reputation of the family can be spread.

Lu Tong asked: "Fellow Daoist Lu wants to take Song Wan as a disciple?"

"Apprentice? Fellow Daoist misunderstood, she is quite proficient in arithmetic, barely qualified to listen to my disciples."

The female nun is not good-looking.

There was an uncontainable arrogance when he spoke.

Lu Tong frowned and said, "Then about the Nine Holes Sword Sect?"

"There is an elder in my Lu family who is practicing in the Nine Hole Sword Sect. Whenever I think she can do it, I will naturally send her there."

Lu Tong shook his head slightly.

Practicing with this woman, life or death depends entirely on her preferences, it is simply a gamble.

Lu Tong turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly his heart moved, and he asked, "Is this piece of purple bamboo planted by a fellow Taoist?"

"Correct!"

"Fellow Daoist must have been here for a long time. Fellow Daoist Lu, have you ever heard that a group of monks gather here to play chess and discuss the Dao every day?"

Lu Sihua frowned.

Lu Tong continued: "They were here hundreds of years ago, and they used to play chess on the chessboard."

Lu Sihua snorted and said mockingly: "Another tricked by Mr. Wei! Disturbing our cleanliness every day!"

(End of this chapter)