Daojun: Start with the top-grade golden elixir

Chapter 86
Zhong Shenxiu smiled bluntly, dismissed the slight sense of pity, put away the cloud, and instantly withdrew the dazzling edge, but suddenly bowed to the air and said, "Isn't the real person showing up yet?"

Xu Zhuang saw a sparrow flying down from nowhere in the sky, its wings fluttered, hovering in the air, its small beak opened, but there was a sound of broken gongs, it quacked and said, "Boy Zhong, what Is it time to see through Taoist hiding aside to watch the play?"

Xu Zhuang was slightly surprised, but a familiar image popped up in his heart: a wicked Taoist?

Zhong Shenxiu said: "This junior is just making wild guesses."

The sparrow snorted, but said: "You two boys, how about having a cup of tea with Daoist?"

Zhong Shenxiu responded: "The real person's first invitation should be Fellow Daoist Xu. This junior has gained a little from discussing with Daoist Xu today, and happened to become a Nascent Soul, but when he returns to the sect to practice well and consolidate his cultivation, he will not bother the real person."

Que'er shouted: "Boy Zhong, if you don't give Master Dao face, get out of here."

Zhong Shenxiu smiled slightly, nodded to Xu Zhuang, then moved her body, turned into a ray of purple light and rushed towards the sky, disappeared into the clouds in a moment.

Que'er scolded twice, then said to Xu Zhuang: "Boy Xu, do you want to drink tea?"

Xu Zhuang pondered for a while, then raised his sleeves and said, "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders, so let's go to the real person and ask for a cup of fairy tea."

Que'er chirped twice again, spread its wings and flew into the clouds, Xu Zhuang immediately set up his light to follow.

The sparrow didn't know whether it was due to the Daoism of the Daoist Yuanshen, or some kind of alien species, it flew several miles in a short while, and landed on a peak.

Xu Zhuang then pressed the escape light, piercing through the clouds and clearing the fog, but saw that there was no trace of strangers on the top of the forest mountain, and there was an extra pavilion with a single eaves out of thin air, one of which was a set of dolomite tables and chairs, and a set of tea sets on it. People are drinking tea in the kiosk.

One of them has an old-fashioned face, a one-foot-high crown on his head, and a dust whisk in his hand. He is sitting upright with a dignified appearance, while the other has a gray beard, ragged clothes, and is not sitting. The cigarette that Xu Zhuang felt very strange was the immoral Taoist that Xu Zhuang had met once.

Xu Zhuang fell to the top of the peak, stepped into the pavilion, and bowed his hands: "I have seen a real person."

The wicked Taoist snorted, pointed at the table and chairs, and said, "Sit down!"

Xu Zhuang straightened his robes, sat down, and listened to the introduction of the Taoist lacking morality: "This is the brother of the Taoist priest, the Taoist Jide."

Taoist Jide flicked his fly whisk, and with a slight invisible smile on his staid face, he nodded towards Xu Zhuang.

Another true soul.

Xu Zhuang was taken aback, didn't dare to be negligent, returned a salute, and then asked: "I don't know if the real person called me here, but what are your orders?"

The wicked Taoist snorted, and said, "Didn't I invite you to drink tea?" The sparrow flew across the air, grabbed the teapot on the stove, poured it into an empty cup, pushed it lightly, and pushed it to many places. In front of Zhuang.

Xu Zhuang raised his eyebrows, lowered his eyes, and saw a cup of clear tea. He didn't seem to see anything unusual, and without thinking too much, he took the teacup with both hands and drank it. His body turned pale, and between his eyebrows and hair was covered with frost, and his whole body seemed to be completely frozen, motionless.

The wicked Taoist quacked with a smile: "Senior brother, how long does it take Xu Xiaozi to melt the ice essence?"

Taoist Jide said: "It will take at least a year for an ordinary monk who has achieved a great golden core to melt this cup of ice essence. Although this child has profound merits, I think it will take about one month."

The wicked Taoist said: "Boy Zhong only took 21 days, and Boy Xu beat Zhong Boy by one move."

"Fighting skills are changing rapidly, if you start over, the outcome is still unknown." Ji De said humanely: "Besides, this is a test of skill, what has it to do with fighting skills."

Que De Dao said humanely: "It seems that senior brother still likes Zhong boy more."

Ji De said humanely: "That's right, why don't you give Zhong Shenxiu to me."

The wicked Taoist swallowed his clouds and fog for a while, but suddenly said: "Brother, give me the five qi Heying, and I will give you Zhong Boy."

At this time, Taoist Jide was a little surprised, and asked: "Really? Junior brother is so optimistic about Xu Zhuang?"

The wicked Taoist smiled and said: "I don't think Xu's foundation is necessarily worse than Zhong's. It may not take 21 days to melt the ice essence."

Taoist Jide said: "Even so, Zhong Shenxiu has already refined Nascent Soul first, and the next is the time to make rapid progress, but I don't expect Xu Zhuang to catch up."

The wicked Taoist rolled his eyes and shouted, "Do you want it?"

Taoist Jide hurriedly said: "Yes, why not, then it's settled." Xu was afraid that the wicked Taoist would repent, so he took out something from his sleeve and handed it to the wicked Taoist, with a slight pain on his face color.

Seeing his appearance, the wicked Taoist showed his messy teeth, and said with a smile: "Why, if brother is in pain, there is still time to take it back."

Taoist Jide snorted, and replied, "Take it! Is the mere five qi combined with the Ying pocket comparable to the fruit of the innate spiritual root?"

Hearing the sound, the wicked Taoist immediately put the Wuqi Heying into his sleeves, and shook his head, "I advise senior brother not to be too happy, if I and Xu Xiaozi won the first place... Hehe, senior brother must have a very serious expression at that time." Wonderful."

The old-fashioned Taoist couldn't understand the way he was taking advantage and winking, so he closed his eyes immediately and said nothing.

The wicked Taoist didn't care, he took out a palm-sized booklet, and read the Taoist book leisurely while puffing.

The sun and the moon alternated, and the short ten days seemed to pass in the blink of an eye to the real Yuanshen. Soon after fifteen days, the Taoist Jide suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

But Xu Zhuang's skin began to turn red, heat suddenly rose from the top, and the frost between the eyebrows and hair began to slowly melt away.

The wicked Taoist didn't move his gaze, he was still flipping through the booklet in his palm, seeming to be engrossed in the reading, he only breathed in, but he didn't exhale any smoke for several days.

After another three days like this, Xu Zhuang's top was full of heat, and finally the frost was completely melted away. He suddenly opened his eyes, only to feel that the mana in his body was circulating a little more lightly, and his inner spirit was even more pure and transparent. Feeling, the progress of God and Qi has increased a lot.

Xu Zhuang let out a long breath, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for the immortal tea, the younger generation has benefited a lot."

The wicked Taoist waved his hand, but said: "I just said I would like to invite you to a cup of tea, there is no need to be polite." Then he pushed another cup of tea.

Xu Zhuang smiled slightly, he was rude and drank the tea immediately, but this time he only felt the cold in his throat and disappeared, and he didn't have many miraculous effects.

The two real people did not speak, Xu Zhuang was not in a hurry, and quietly accompanied them to drink tea. After a while, Taoist Jide suddenly asked: "Little friend, do you want to make a fortune?"

Xu Zhuang didn't expect that Taoist Jide would say such words, he asked in a daze, "Foretelling?"

Dao Ji De said humanely: "That's right, the poor Taoist has suddenly become interested, if you are interested, Gua Jin will accept a piece of money from you."

Xu Zhuang pondered for a moment, but refused: "Thank you, Master, for your kindness, but this junior is not a trivia."

The wicked Taoist laughed and said, "Oh? Boy, do you know how much favors and how much money an ordinary person needs to ask my senior brother for a divination?"

Xu Zhuang said: "The younger generation doesn't know, but the younger generation doesn't have the habit of divination."

Taoist Jide asked in surprise, "Could it be that my little friend doesn't believe in fate?"

Xu Zhuang smiled and said: "Dare to ask the real person, is there a certain fate?"

Ji De said humanely: "Fate is uncertain."

Xu Zhuang said: "Since fate is uncertain, it is enough to hold the future in my own hands."

Taoist Jide said indifferently: "Although the fate is uncertain, you can get a glimpse of the thread, and you may be able to find the direction you want."

Xu Zhuang just shook his head.

Daoist Jide was not upset, he seemed to think for a moment, and took out a bucket of green bamboo sticks from his sleeve, with 25 bamboo sticks stuck in it, shook it lightly, and asked: "The little friend, do you want to calculate your luck?"

Seeing Taoist Jide's repeated invitations, Xu Zhuang pondered for a while, and was quite interested in the matter of luck, so he decided to accept it, cupped his hands, and replied: "Then I will trouble the real man."

"Don't bother." Taoist Jide showed a faint smile again, handed over the lottery and said, "You need to do it yourself...you can do whatever you want."

Xu Zhuang nodded, took the stick with both hands, shook it lightly a few times, a stick fell out of the tube and landed on the stone table, Taoist Jide took the bamboo stick and looked at it, narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard and said : "Your luck is in full swing, and your fortune is deep, congratulations."

After a moment of silence, he continued: "However, people in my Taoist sect always say that fortune and misfortune depend on each other. If fortune is too heavy, it may not be counted as good. When catastrophe is imminent, it may also be a blessing due to misfortune...Little friends still need to be cautious in every choice." .”

Xu Zhuang nodded thoughtfully, and replied: "The junior has been educated."

Taoist Jide waved his hands and said, "It's just a lottery."

The wicked Taoist said leisurely again: "It's expensive to find senior brother to release the lottery..."

Xu Zhuang frowned slightly, and asked, "I don't know how much the signing fee is for a real person?"

Daoist Jide said humanely: "It's unnecessary, it's all due to the whim of the poor Taoist."

Xu Zhuang pondered for a moment, but said: "I don't know if the real person has something important to tell the younger generation?"

He couldn't help but think this way, it was the first time he met Taoist Jide, and Taoist Jide invited him again and again, but he was really excited, so he had to give him advice on Xu Zhuang?
Unexpectedly, Taoist Jide shook his head when he heard the words, and started to drink tea, but the Taoist without morality laughed and said, "It was he who wanted to find you, kid Xu, but now it's me, Daoist."

He took a long breath, and said in a deep voice: "Master Dao, I'm not too shameless, so I told you directly, Master Dao, I want to cooperate with you on one matter."

Xu Zhuang's face was serious, and he said slowly: "The real person, please tell me, the younger generation will think about it." But he didn't say anything, even if it is the real person of Yuanshen, it is impossible to force him to do something he doesn't want to do. If this is the case, Tai Su's authentic name must not be a vegetarian.

The wicked Taoist said: "This matter has to start with a story..."

However, tens of thousands of years ago, among the stars and rivers nearby, there were Taoist Yi and Taoist Bu, two true souls, they were rivals who hated each other, and fellow Taoists who cherished each other.

If you want to talk about the reason, it is because the two are both masters of numerology, and their level is similar, and their reputations are almost the same, so one day, the two decided to compete.

Daoist Yi and Daoist Bud are both masters of numeracy, so they naturally use numerology to distinguish between superiors and inferiors, but the comparison is based on numerology to measure "opportunities". A comparison whose 'opportunity' is higher.

Strange to say, the two started from the same place and searched separately, but in the end they were in the same place and met the same opportunity, and they worked together to find an innate spiritual root.

Speaking of this, Xu Zhuang's eyes are already different, what is the innate spiritual root?As the name suggests, the birth is still before the creation of the world, the treasure that the good fortune calls.

Generally speaking, whether it is the fruit of the innate spiritual root, or the innate spiritual root itself, or it has infinite benefits in practice, or compares with the best magic weapon material, or even carries the innate treasure prohibition, it is born to be a magic weapon... …

All in all, the innate spiritual root is a treasure that can be encountered but not sought after for practitioners.

The wicked Taoist continued: "But it is said that the spiritual root is a fruit tree, which blooms once in 200 years, bears fruit in another 200 years, and matures in another 200 years, so that every 600 years you can get ten Two fruits."

"In the past, when Taoist Yi and Taoist Bud found this tree, the tree was just bearing fruit, and it was not time to enjoy it, but the two of them couldn't wait to fight to understand, who owns this innate spiritual root?"

"Then the two of them started more than a dozen contests, counting chances, fortunes, catastrophes, the outcome of the battle between the Immortal Sect, the fate of the mortal dynasty, and the natural disasters of the mortal world..."

"But no matter what, the two have never been able to decide the winner, but it's not that the calculations of the two are always the same, but the way of counting... There are many arguments in the first place, even if you won by the calculation , I may not convince you with my skillful words, even if my calculations are a little accurate this time, you still utter a lot of fallacies and rebuttals..."

"Until the end, the two finally realized that only fighting is the only way to truly distinguish between superior and inferior, and no one can refute it."

"But both of them are self-confessed masters of numerology. Not to mention that they are admired everywhere, they are also honored guests by many fellow Taoists. If they talk about the art of protecting the Tao, they should have countless means. If they talk about the method of fighting, they will be nothing. Some are sitting on wax."

"After much deliberation, the two of them came up with a way. Each of them used math skills to find a few geniuses who cultivated the Tao, and compete on their behalf. Whoever wins will win the fruit of the spiritual root... But According to this rule, the loser gets nothing, and the two felt that it was wrong, and finally agreed that the winner will get nine fruits, and the loser will only get three fruits."

Hearing this, Xu Zhuang showed a strange look on his face, and asked, "Senior, could it be..."

The wicked Taoist nodded, and replied: "The innate spiritual root only bears twelve fruits in 600 years. Taoist Yi and Taoist Bu will fight once in 600 years. Later, the two will use the innate spirit The roots are passed down to future generations, and future generations continue this competition..."

"Senior brother and I are in the same vein as Taoist Yi."

Xu Zhuang was silent for a moment, and replied: "So the real person wanted me to participate in this fight on his behalf?"

The wicked Taoist lazily said: "Master Dao is too lazy to lie to you. I have already found Boy Zhong to cooperate in this world, but now Mr. Zhong is wanted by my senior brother, so Master Dao is looking for you again."

Xu Zhuang said: "The younger generation has just refined gold and mercury, I'm afraid it's not enough to participate in this kind of fighting?"

The wicked Taoist said: "You Daoyi Patriarch, are the divination people stupid? They will not look for the helpers of the Yuanshen fellows... they are looking for the Yuanying monks, to find those who have practiced for thousands of years and have become a whole body. Daoism, an old thing that has become famous all over the world, how can it appear to be capable?"

"So the helper we are looking for in this competition is an agreement that we can only find people with a lifespan of less than three hundred years. Ordinary people will refine high-grade golden pills, and they will still be spinning gold and mercury at the age of three hundred...Of course , The person we are looking for is naturally a genius in cultivation like Zhong Xiaozi who is far superior to his peers, so he has a chance of winning."

Seeing Xu Zhuang's silence, the wicked Taoist said again: "There are still seven or eighty years before the competition, isn't it enough for you to become a Nascent Soul?"

Xu Zhuang said: "The younger generation seems to have not accepted the invitation of the real person."

The wicked Taoist raised his eyebrows and said, "Boy, are you still afraid that the Daoist will lose your benefits? If you win this battle, you will have one of the nine innate spirit fruits. If you lose the battle, the Daoist will pay you out of his own pocket." That's it."

Xu Zhuang smiled lightly and said: "This is indeed a great temptation, but the juniors should focus on doing their homework right now. There are still seven or eighty years left, so the juniors can think about it in the future."

Speaking of this, Xu Zhuang stood up, but said to Ji Dedao: "Didn't the real person teach the juniors to be cautious about every choice? The juniors have been taught."

"What?" the wicked Taoist shouted: "The Daoist is still waiting for your kid to consider, don't you have a candidate for the Daoist?"

Xu Zhuang smiled and said: "Since the real person has a candidate, the younger generation can rest assured that the real person will not miss a big deal."

After saying that, he raised his hand and saluted, and said: "The junior still has a lot of homework to do, so I won't drink tea with the real person anymore, and I will leave." Immediately, he pulled out a rainbow light, and fled to the sky in a short while.

The wicked Taoist was stunned for a while, and shouted: "It's bad!" He took out the Wuqi Heying pocket from his collar and handed it back to the Taoist Jide, and shouted: "Senior brother, let's forget this deal, let the clock Return the boy to me."

Daoist Jide showed a gloating smile on his old-fashioned face, and shook his head again and again, "Junior brother has already taken the Wuqi Heying pocket, so there is no reason to go back on it, no, absolutely no."

(End of this chapter)