Record of Extinction Destiny Chapter 50: I don’t understand if I am greedy enough
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"But Brother Sun, you are not young anymore." Zhao Xingfan felt that he couldn't defeat Sun Dong.
Sun Dong's face was full of disdain: "So what, I am living under the same roof for four generations, and I have no idea how happy I am, and I have to work hard to practice Taoism. Isn't that putting the cart before the horse?"
Zhao Xingfan was speechless. This situation was completely unexpected. He couldn't help it. After saying a few words casually, he left.
Back in Zhushan, it happened to be the time to answer questions every five days. Zhao Xingfan naturally stood up again, saluted Shi Xuan and said: "Teacher, twenty years ago, my disciple once asked you, tell me, after twenty I asked him again, but twenty years later, my old friend still insisted that a mortal was better than a monk. Even if his parents passed away, he would still ask the teacher to teach me."
As these monks practiced the techniques taught by Shi Xuan, they broke through the realm one by one, so they began to call Shi Xuan their teacher, but Shi Xuan was noncommittal.
After hearing Zhao Xingfan’s question, Shi Xuan smiled lightly and said, “Twenty years later, you can ask him again.”
Zhao Xingfan was stunned. He never expected that the teacher would continue to answer like this. Do he really want to ask again in twenty years?
Shi Xuan looked down. Compared to the time when it was at its peak, when the sky and the bamboo branches were crowded with monks, the top of the Bamboo Mountain was now empty, with only five thousand monks.
Because the two Taoist methods taught by Shi Xuan only reached the Golden Core Realm and were completed in almost a year, so in the past twenty years, they have been repeated twenty times. The entire Ziluo Kingdom has come to listen early. Once they understand the teachings well, their younger generations, relatives and friends can listen to the sermons from their mouths without having to travel across mountains and rivers to come.
These more than 4,000 monks came because today is the day for Shi Xuan to answer questions. On weekdays, there are not even a hundred monks on Zhushan. Of course, those monks need to fight for resources in order to break through the realm. Such a choice is reasonable among.
Shi Xuan stood up, and all the monks below saluted respectfully. The animals and birds in the bamboo forest also bowed in a similar manner. For example, the white fox, the kitten, and the golden mouse all stood in human form. , both front paws are raised together, and the birds flap their wings and bend them.
Over the years, the monks have lived in harmony with animals and birds, and they all know how to repay their kindness. Shi Xuan often sees precious spiritual herbs from other places outside the bamboo hut, spiritual fruits from this mountain,
Materials and so on, but Shi Xuan didn't care about these. After finishing his sermon, he always ordered the person who sent the things to take them back. There was no partiality on weekdays.
After everyone knew that Shi Xuan really didn't need it, they gradually stopped this behavior.
In Anxi City.
"Brother Wan, are you really going to other countries?" Zhang Liu asked Wan Chengfeng. We sat down and listened to sermons in Shixuan for twenty years, and our friendship became very good.
Wan Chengfeng nodded, high-spirited: "Thanks to the teacher's teachings over the years, it has been ten years since Wan entered the magical realm. However, Ziluo Kingdom's resources are scarce and the atmosphere of monasticism is not strong, so Wan wants to go out and have a try. , traveling around the world, striving to condense the golden elixir one day, so that we can pass on the teachings of our teacher. How about going out to explore? ”
Zhang Liu was silent for a while and said: "Well, we have learned almost everything we can learn from the teacher. If we continue to listen, there will be no other gains. If you want to achieve the golden elixir, you can only rely on the resources here. There is no way. Since you can make this determination, Brother Wan, Zhang will not lose to you."
"Okay, Brother Zhang, you really still have pride in your heart." The monk surnamed Li praised, "Actually, if it weren't for the many golden elixir masters who came to trouble the teacher that year, and they all fell into the hands of the teacher, we wouldn't even be able to advance to the magical power. We don’t have enough materials. The Ziluo Kingdom is too barren, so we can only go out and start a sect in a place with beautiful scenery. Wouldn’t it be nice to establish a sect for the teacher?”
Those hesitant supernatural power realm monks were incited by Wan Chengfeng and the monk surnamed Li to make a move, but they still had some concerns: "Those big cultivation countries are no better than the Ziluo Kingdom, and the competition is fierce. If we go out like this, I'm afraid it will be difficult. He can't compete with the monks in those places, let alone the four major sects and several major cultivation families."
Wan Chengfeng was confident: "Wan has planned this for a long time. The teacher has collected nearly twenty spiritual weapons from the eight or nine golden elixir masters. If we go and ask for one, there should be no problem. After all, we are out. It is also to establish the Taoist tradition for him."
This was a high-sounding statement, but it made Zhang Liu frown a little. The teacher did not take any money from his lectures. It was obvious that he and others had taken advantage of who knows how much, and now they are still asking for money from him in the name of passing down the Taoism for his old man. The spiritual weapon is really shameless and greedy.
Wan Chengfeng continued: "But there is one thing. Wan wants to remind you that when you go to other countries, you cannot preach publicly like the teacher. Otherwise, you will die without a burial place. You can only establish a sect according to the rules. , family, or accept one or two disciples to pass on the tradition.”
The monks nodded. They were all well aware of the reaction from the outside world, and then decided to go up the mountain overnight to ask the teacher for a spiritual weapon. Only Zhang Liula could not bear the shame and did not agree to go with them.
It’s late at night, the moon is bright, and everything is silent.
Outside the Shixuan Bamboo Cottage, a dozen monks in the supernatural power realm were kneeling, led by Wan Chengfeng, kowtowing in the greenery.
"What are you doing here?" Shi Xuan's faint voice came from the bamboo hut.
Wan Chengfeng said respectfully: "In order to break through to the golden elixir realm and better inherit the Taoism for the teacher, the disciples decided to travel to other countries and came here to say goodbye to the teacher."
"Well, I know this, you can go on your own." Shi Xuan answered simply and concisely.
Wan Chengfeng and the other monks looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and said shamelessly: "But the disciples know that their strength is low, and they are afraid of insulting the teacher's reputation, and they are afraid of not being able to pass on the Taoism, so they want to ask the teacher to give it to them. The spiritual weapon gives the disciples the power to protect themselves. "Oh. I don't have a spiritual weapon to give you, but I have eight words for you." Shi Xuan paused and said leisurely, "The little snake swallows the elephant." . . . I have to redeem those spiritual weapons to the sect. There are so many Yin Shen Masters from the Penglai sect, but only a few of them can return to the spiritual world, so my own spiritual weapons are not rich.
Before Wan Chengfeng and others could continue to plead, they felt that the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and they were swaying like clouds and mist. Then they all fell to the ground with several snaps, which only caused pain all over their bodies. Looking around, they were already on the ground. At the foot of Bamboo Mountain.
After personally experiencing the power and unpredictability of Shi Xuan's methods, Wan Chengfeng and others had no shame or courage to stay, hurriedly packed up their belongings, and left with their families and apprentices.
On Zhang Liu's part, Shi Xuan said goodbye when he preached early the next morning, and received two compliments from Shi Xuan.
Zhao Xingfan walked outside the door of Sun's house again. Twenty years later, Sun's house was still so magnificent. However, Zhao Xingfan had advanced to the level of supernatural power and could be regarded as a moderate master even in the whole world. So for these Didn't take it to heart at all.
Following the handyman, we came to the waterside pavilion from the last time. Sun Dong’s hair was all white, but he was full of energy and his body still looked good. It was probably due to the previous exercise.
"Brother Zhao, I haven't seen you for twenty years, but you still look the same." Seeing Zhao Xingfan look the same as he did twenty or even forty years ago, Sun Dong was a little surprised at first, but he soon calmed down and smiled. Say hello.
Zhao Xingfan looked at Sun Dong with emotion: "Brother Sun, this is all because Zhao is not practicing Taoism* and is making progress day by day. Zhao heard that the eldest nephew and several other juniors have all been due to various reasons over the years. It’s really sad to pass away for various reasons. It would be great if they also followed the path of Taoism.”
Sun Dong was a little sad, then smiled and shook his head: "Brother Zhao, haven't you seen it through yet? What I and your juniors have enjoyed in the past few decades may be more than what you have enjoyed in hundreds of years of practicing Taoism. You may not have the leisure to enjoy it, let alone be in fear and be in danger of losing your life at any time. What's the point of living like this?" Zhao Xingfan originally wanted to refute that this has not been the case for the past forty years, but he thought that most monks have been. In this way, I can only sigh and say: "But brother Sun, your life is running out, right? Those juniors could have lived many more years."
Sun Dong looked a little sad, but he immediately covered it up and said nonchalantly: "It is better to die for hundreds of years than to live peacefully and enjoy family happiness and live a good life for decades."
Unable to win Sun Dong's approval, Zhao Xingfan had to return depressed.
A few days later, at the top of Zhushan, Zhao Xingfan asked Shi Xuan again: "Teacher, I have asked this disciple again. He still insists that monks are inferior to ordinary people. This disciple is really puzzled."
Shi Xuan glanced at Zhao Xingfan with a smile but not a smile: "Twenty years later, you can ask him again."
"Huh?"
Ignoring Zhao Xingfan's surprise, Shi Xuan looked at the monks who were sitting down and still listening to the sermon. There were already less than fifty people, and many of them were new in the past few years.
For example, the little girl named Xia Jing came from a remote rural area in Ziluo Kingdom. After seeing a monk cast a spell, she became addicted to monasticism. Unfortunately, there were no monks who were above the body. The monk refused to accept her as his disciple, and he had no money to pay her to study. Later, he heard that there was an old immortal in Zhushan, Anxi City, who treated the listeners equally regardless of their identity and taught them openly, so he lost several pairs of shoes and finally left. I went to Zhushan to listen to the sermon, and after listening to the sermon in the morning, I had to go to a restaurant to work as a waiter.
One by one.
Zhao Xingfan walked outside Sun's house again, but he saw white cloth hanging everywhere, as if a funeral was being held. He couldn't help but have a bad feeling. He had been in the magical realm for more than 20 years. If he hadn't been entangled in that problem, I have already gone to other countries to experience and collect resources to prepare for the condensation of golden elixir.
"Old man, who passed away in this house." Zhao Xingfan asked someone while pulling him over.
The passerby glanced at Zhao Xingfan curiously: "It's the owner of the family, Sun Dongsun, the great good man."
Zhao Xingfan returned to Zhushan in despair. Will this question always be the answer?
A few days later, at the top of the Zhushan Mountain, Zhao Xingfan stood up again and said with a wry smile: "Teacher, my old friend has passed away, so that problem will probably remain the same forever."
Shi Xuan asked calmly: "Don't you understand yet?" (To be continued