Long Qing had been a handyman in the Zhishou Abbey for a long time. Every day, he had to climb up the Red Mountain that was covered in green vines and deliver things to the oddly-shaped old Taoist priests in the cave. He was extremely tired every day and had to bear great mental pressure. This was especially so for the old Taoist priest who had been cut in half. The old Taoist priest treated him like a pig and constantly humiliated and tortured him. He was only satisfied when he was injured and vomited blood.
Although he was humiliated and tortured, his life was not threatened. After a few days, Long Qing guessed that although the old Taoist priests in the cave were somewhat abnormal, they knew his background and did not dare to kill him. Therefore, he continued to endure and sometimes even took the initiative to talk to the old Taoist priests.
From the experience given to him by the stories in the books, these old Taoist priests who were imprisoned in the cave like ghosts must be extremely lonely. Therefore, as long as he talked more, he might really be able to cultivate some kind of relationship with these old Taoist priests. Once that happened, it would naturally be of great benefit to him.
This kind of hope seemed a little childish and cute. So far, apart from asking him about the things that happened in the cultivation world in the recent decades, the Taoist priests were still constantly mocking his low cultivation state and angrily roaring about how he could enter the abbey when he was so weak.
But at least he had obtained some information through these conversations, such as the surname of the disabled old Taoist priest who had previously made him vomit blood and fly backward with one of his ribs broken. The old Taoist priest surnamed He called himself the Halfman Taoist, which was obviously not his real name but a painful self-mockery after he had been cut in half. According to seniority, he should be the Uncle of the current Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace. No wonder he had such an unfathomable state …
The Halfman Taoist's hands were deep in the fur of the Snowfield Direwolf. His old Taoist robe was fluttering even though there was no wind. His expression was as cold as a stone, but his eyes revealed endless violent pain and despair. Looking at Long Qing who stood up with difficulty while wiping his blood, he said faintly, "On the first day you came, I said that you are a piece of trash. What right do you have to talk to me? Get lost. "
Long Qing did not leave the cave silently like before, because he heard something different from the words of the predecessor from Haotian Taoism. The man was obviously desperate, and he knew what his despair was. So he walked to the bed covered with wolf skin, knelt down and said, "If I was useless, the abbey dean would not have let me come here, nor would he have given me the opportunity to meet you."
Hearing the Abbey Dean's name, the Halfman Taoist gradually calmed down. He looked at Long Qing who was kneeling in front of him and smiled nervously. He said, "But you are a piece of trash."
"I'm trash now, but that doesn't mean I'll always be trash."
Long Qing replied calmly. He lowered his head slightly, and a faint gray luster flashed across his eyes.
"Calling you trash is indeed unfair."
The Halfman Taoist looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Being beaten, scolded, and humiliated by me, you still insist on entering the cave every day, which shows that your will is strong enough. Looking at the speed of your injury recovery, it shows that your body has a good foundation. You have been secretly practicing the Gray Eye, just to find a chance to absorb my power. Whether you want to deceive me or go the way of love, it proves that you are a ruthless person."
Hearing these words, Long Qing's body shook. He did not expect that the disabled old Taoist in front of him, who seemed to be crazy, had seen through his thoughts from the beginning. Suddenly, endless fear grew in him, and he wanted to turn around and escape from this magnificent but extremely gloomy cave.
However, for some unknown reason, perhaps because he was stiff and unable to move, perhaps because he knew that no matter how fast he escaped, he could not be faster than the old Taoist's eyes, or perhaps he just wanted to take a gamble, he did not move.
He was still kneeling in front of the old Taoist, but he lowered his head a little more.
"The Gray Eye is indeed an amazing skill. After being modified by the predecessors of Taoism, compared with the original Tao Tie Demonic Skill, it does not need to devour the flesh and blood of the cultivator, but directly absorbs the opponent's Psyche Power. It is indeed one of the best choices for sneak attacks and plots."
The Halfman Taoist looked up at the top of the cave, as if looking at the sky. He remembered many past events and said slowly, "But in fact, after such modification, it does not look so bloody, so naturally there will be some loss. Compared with Tao Tie, it is difficult to use the Psyche Power and even spirit suppressed by the Gray Eye to integrate with your original world, and it will cause many problems in the future. It is not as powerful as the real Tao Tie. It is a pity that the Practice of Tao Tie in the Devil's Doctrine has long been lost. Now that the Devil's Doctrine has withered, presumably no one will know it anymore."
This powerful old Taoist, whose cultivation state had almost broken through the Five States, did not know that Master Lotus had secretly re-cultivated the Practice of Tao Tie.
Long Qing's expression was slightly cold. He had already seen the relevant records in the "Sha" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane, but he did not pay much attention to it. Now that he heard what the Halfman Taoist said, he knew that it was a very troublesome problem. But now what puzzled him the most was why the Halfman Taoist did not kill him or drive him away after seeing through his intentions, but began to teach him like a teacher.
The Halfman Taoist withdrew his gaze from the top of the cave and looked down at Long Qing. He said indifferently, "You have a strong will, a good physical body, ambition, ideas, patience, and ruthlessness. It seems that you have all the conditions to be a successful hero. Then do you know why I still say that you are a waste?"
"I do not know."
"A few days ago, I heard about your experience. I know that you used to have a good time, but in the end, you were destroyed by the disciples of the Academy. Then let me ask you, what is the most inferior to that disciple of the Academy?"
Hearing this question, Long Qing was silent for a long time. In fact, he had asked himself this question many times. He could not understand how Ning Que was better than him. He was once the near-perfect West-Hill Divine Son, while Ning Que was just a soldier at the border of the City of Wei. But he had been continuously defeated by his opponent, and the more he lost, the more miserable he became. What was the answer to this question?
"You are not thick-skinned enough."
The Halfman Taoist looked at him and said faintly, "Or in other words, you are still trying to preserve your last pride. You do not understand that to become the most powerful cultivator, you must know when to abandon your pride and sink yourself into the swamp of filth."
Long Qing looked up and frowned in confusion. He asked, "I do not think I have anything to be proud of now."
The Halfman Taoist raised his hand and pointed at his knees. He said, "Although you kneel in front of me, in your heart, you are still standing."
Long Qing said, "Does Ning Que not have his pride?"
The Halfman Taoist said, "I have never seen Ning Que and do not know what he has done. But I believe that if he must achieve something, he will definitely give up all the pride hidden in his heart. If he was in the Zhishou Abbey now, he would definitely not be like you, climbing the mountain silently every day and trying to use emotional attacks or insidious means to steal my power."
Long Qing was a little confused. He asked, "Then what will he do?"
The Halfman Taoist laughed hoarsely. The wrinkles on his wrinkled face were like raw noodles that were about to be pulled apart. He said, "On the first day he entered the cave, he would kneel in front of me and beg me to give him half of my power."
"But … as far as I know, the people in the Academy are very proud."
"That kind of pride is just a facade. It is pride towards Heaven, Earth, and people. But they will never be proud of themselves. It is just some cheap pride after becoming strong. Those untrustworthy b * tches can betray Haotian and join the Devil's Doctrine as long as they can make themselves stronger. There is no pride at all!"
The Halfman Taoist roared angrily. His face was red and his trembling right hand danced wildly in the air. It was as if he wanted to grab an untouchable enemy and tear him into countless pieces.
Everything in the cave seemed to feel this anger. The snow-white wolf's fur became smoother and smoother. The luminous pearls on the cave walls quietly dimmed.
Long Qing knelt in front of the Halfman Taoist. He felt as if he was about to be burned by this powerful mental power. He used all the strength in his body to prevent his trembling body from collapsing to the ground.
The wind suddenly stopped, and the cave returned to a dead silence.
The Halfman Taoist looked at Long Qing and asked slowly, "Do you know who cut me in half at the waist?"
His voice was very calm and seemed to be emotionless. But it was faintly filled with endless pain.
Long Qing's hands were still trembling slightly. His fingertips were slightly bent and almost scratched. He risked the old Taoist's anger and said in a trembling voice, "It was either the Headmaster of the Academy or Ke Haoran."
The Halfman Taoist was slightly startled and asked, "How do you know?"
Long Qing said, "Senior, your cultivation should have exceeded the Five States and had already transcended the mortal realm. In the world, there are only two people who can defeat you and injure you so badly."
Hearing his answer, the Halfman Taoist laughed with endless hatred and said, "You are right. Back then, I was cut in half by Ke Haoran. And the old guys hiding in this mountain cave were either injured by Ke Haoran or the Headmaster of the Academy."
"Back then, I was seriously injured in the battle with Ke Haoran. If I didn't have a secret method to save my life, I would have suffered endless pain and died on the spot. But even though I survived now, I can't forget the pain back then. I can't forget the feeling of watching my intestines flow out with my own eyes. I can't forget the feeling of watching my lower body leave with my own eyes. I can't forget the pain!"
"Although Ke Haoran is already dead, I still can't forget the pain. I can't accept it. I want Ke Haoran to die in pain. So I always want to destroy the Academy."
"However, for the rest of my life, I can only rely on my abnormal upper body to crawl around in this cave like a worm. I'm just a useless person without a butt. How can I destroy the Academy?"
The Halfman Taoist looked at Long Qing who was kneeling in front of him and laughed like a madman. He said hopelessly, "The abbey dean sent you to me. I thought you had a chance, but I didn't expect you to still be a useless person. Although you have a butt, you are not as good as me without a butt!"
Long Qing suddenly raised his head and asked, "How can I not become a useless person?"
The old Taoist stopped laughing and stared at his eyes. He said faintly, "The so-called strong are those who can pursue power at all costs."
Long Qing knelt on the ground and said with a slightly trembling voice, "I chose to cultivate the Gray Eyes because I wanted to plot against you, or any predecessor of Haotian Taoism in this mountain cave. I thought it was already at all costs. I don't know how to go further."
The old Taoist said with a strange smile, "Since you want to do it at all costs, then you should not have any other emotions or positions except for power. Be it pride or belief, you should throw them all away. If one's butt determines one's position, you should be like me now, without a butt at all."
Long Qing asked in a low voice, "What about Haotian?"
The old Taoist said sternly, "The reason why those b * tches in the Academy are so powerful is that they have no belief and no rules. In their eyes, Haotian is not a butt, but a fart! So if you want to defeat the Academy, you have to have no belief and no rules! You have to learn to treat Haotian as a fart! Let it go! "
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