I have become an emperor, you said that covering the sky is an infinite box

Chapter 15 RBI Mentor
The lush green mountains and green waters, the fairy flowers stretching, the exotic grasses are in pieces, the gods and birds are flying, the spirit cranes are forming a group, and there are clear and joyful chirping sounds in the air, which is auspicious.

Between the heaven and the earth, there is a misty, auspicious atmosphere, and the eyes are full of poetry and picturesque.

There are mountains and valleys, mountains and valleys, fairy fog, cloud sea fluctuations, green pines and green bamboos all over, turbulent waterfalls, cranes singing in unison, deer singing in unison, and the sound surrounds the ears.

Walking in the mountains, Wang Chen follows the naturally formed path in the mountains, and shuttles among the towering ancient trees that have been around for thousands of years. Cranes flutter, deer sing, and leaves rustle under his feet, which is simple and natural.

After a few breaths, Wang Chen stopped in front of a courtyard surrounded by bamboo fences.

The low bamboo fence, Wang Chen can see inside the fence, there is an old figure lying on a deck chair, basking in the sun leisurely.

He has been here a few times already, and he is quite familiar with the road, so he gently pushed open the half-closed courtyard door and stepped straight into it.

The houses with blue bricks and black tiles look a bit dilapidated, they don't look like the residence of high-ranking monks, but like the residences of ordinary mortals. The back-to-basics exudes a quaint atmosphere of time, and I don't know how many years there have been.

In the courtyard in front of the house, a clean-looking Taoist is lying on a recliner, basking in the sun, drowsy, his white hair is meticulously tied into a bun, with a hosta pinned to it, and a white Taoist robe covered with black gauze Clothes, the whole person has a trace of desertedness.

"I have seen Elder Qingxuan."

As usual, Wang Chen bowed and saluted respectfully, no matter the expression on his face or his manner, they all revealed compliments and modesty, without any violation of the rules.

Taoist Qingxuan raised his eyelids, "Qi and God are united, primordial spirit and yin and yang are harmonized, and spiritual consciousness is contaminated with pure yang. Presumably you have transformed into a yang god, and you have cultivated to perfection in the realm of refining qi and transforming god."

"With your talent, it's beyond my expectation to cultivate so quickly."

Although Taoist Qingxuan said it was unexpected, there was no surprise or surprise in his voice, he just narrated calmly.

It seemed that it was all in his expectation.

Wang Chen was overwhelmed with flattery, and hastily and humbly declined, "The elder is over-rewarding, it's all thanks to some incense and vows left by senior Yuan Chen back then, this junior was lucky enough to break through."

"The power of incense is as bright as fire, masculine and evil. Refining the power of incense can also harmonize the yin and yang of the primordial spirit, which is a way to achieve the yang god."

Taoist Qingxuan shifted his body, changed into a comfortable position, and added another sentence.

"But there must be enough incense and vows."

"The elders have won the prize"

Wang Chen quickly took out a small bottle of incense and vow power from his sleeve robe, walked forward with a smile on his face, and offered it with both hands.

"If it weren't for your support and support over the years, how could the younger generation achieve what it is today."

"[-] dao and second-grade wish power? It seems that you don't care about cultivating on weekdays."

Taoist Qingxuan's tone was flat, seeing that Wang Chen was a good man, he accepted it generously.

Sophisticated, you know.

Seeing his incense and vows flying into Taoist Qingxuan's sleeve, Wang Chen's heart was bleeding.

Although the first-grade will and the second-grade will are produced by monks who refine qi and transform gods, but using the method of shrouding the sky as a reference, the former only needs to be a monk at the level of a Dao Slayer King at most, and the latter must be at least a monk at the level of a saint!

There is a huge difference in value between the two.

A wish of the second rank is at least worth one or two hundred vows of the first rank.

The [-] second-grade wish power is almost more than half of what he gained in the world of Shrouding the Sky.

Although Wang Chen was unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

If Taoist Yuanchen hadn't recommended him, Taoist Qingxuan wouldn't have bothered to take a second look at him.

He is from a poor family, without background connections and talent, so he has to arrange a mentor in due course.

After reaping the benefits, Taoist Qingxuan half closed his eyelids, took out a gourd from his sleeve, and threw it to Wang Chen.

The gourd is filled with pills, fairy crystals, talismans, and other treasures from heaven and earth.

Lin Lin finally figured it out, the value is worth the incense and wish power that Wang Chen put out.

Fair enough.

Calculated according to the official market price, this is the reason.

"The last time the Daoist Academy was restructured, it seemed that you were laid off."

Taoist Qingxuan spoke leisurely, as if he intended to help Wang Chen.

Wang Chen hastily declined, "Thank you for your kindness, elder. This junior will always remember his kindness."

"Why, you don't want to be a guest minister of the Taoist Academy?"

"The younger generation wants to rely on their strength to gain the approval of the Taoist academy, so don't let others poke their backs."

Wang Chen said with a determined face.

It's not that he has a good face, he doesn't want to go through the back door, and he is afraid of being pointed and sarcastic.

Taoist guest Qing is no longer popular.

Temporary establishment, less money and more work, and no status, if you are not careful, you will be fired, or even take the blame.

They can comfortably cut leeks, bedding wool, and even be a guest of the Taoist monastery.

"Yes, the young man is very ambitious."

Qingxuan Taoist nodded slightly, with a little approval.

"Old ghost Yuan Chen didn't miss him back then, but you are a bit like him in this respect."

"It's just that I was too stubborn. I didn't listen to my advice back then, and insisted on going my own way. I insisted on going to Guixu, and risked my life."

"Okay, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to me."

Taoist Qingxuan waved his hand, indicating that Wang Chen could leave.

"Excuse me, junior farewell"

After Wang Chen saluted, he turned and left. Just as he walked out of the courtyard, Taoist Qingxuan's instructions came from behind him.

"Remember to practice not to rush for success, but to be steady and steady."

The warm wind is warm, the willows are soft, the lake is clear, and a large stone tablet stands next to the willow tree, which is as high as it, like ordinary rocks, and there is nothing magical about it, but the more it is, the more it proves that it is extraordinary.

In this independent space, many houses and pavilions are arranged in a well-organized manner. The sun shines slightly in the distance, accompanied by the breath of time, a piece of peace and tranquility, as if all the hostility has dissipated.

engraved with four characters
Xuanyuan Taoist Temple.

Between the lines, there is a bit of a leisurely world, not bound by foreign objects, and the charm of Taoism's tranquility and nature.

Although the Taoist temple does not have the majestic atmosphere and grandeur of many cities in Fuzhou, it is full of strange rocks, winding corridors surrounded by curved water, and complete pavilions and pavilions, which can be called a quiet artistic conception.

"Junior Sister Li, good morning."

"Brother Lu, today's sex is not bad."

"I met Elder Zhang."

The warm sunlight shines through the shade of the trees, scattered sparsely on the ground, Wang Chen wants to walk on the small road paved with bluestones as usual, occasionally encountering the Taoist elders and a few acquaintances from the same sect, he will get used to it. The others stopped to say hello and salute.

"Refining the gods and returning to the void, this realm is really not easy!"

Recalling what he saw and heard about Elder Qingxuan just now, Wang Chen couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Looking at mountains is not mountains, and looking at water is not water.

After Wang Chen transformed into the Yang God, he felt that every hair, every pore, and even every particle of Qingxuan Daoist's body revealed the mystery that only the Primordial Spirit possessed, as if the physical body and the Primordial Spirit were perfectly fused , regardless of each other.

He even realized that he had established some kind of mysterious connection with the void.

According to the description in the Daoist scriptures, Bacheng is the primordial spirit residing in the void.

(End of this chapter)