After Chang Zai heard this, he felt a surge of Qi in his chest, as if it was about to burst out. He asked, "Daoist, what should I do?"
Shen Dong said, "Fellow Daoist, you will naturally gain something from cultivating that technique."
What he taught was the Clear Qi Scripture. Most Daoist disciples in the world used this method to cultivate before opening their meridians. Even Qincang School was no exception. It looked shallow on the surface, but it was the best for entering Dao. Zhang Yan did not make any changes to it even after reaching his current realm.
Chang Zai said seriously, "I will listen to Daoist."
Shen Dong looked at him and nodded slowly. "Fellow Daoist, you must remember that cultivating Dao is to cultivate the heart. If you do not have the heart to improve, then it is useless no matter how much you cultivate. Although this is a prison, it can block out external disturbances and calm your heart. The day you succeed is the day you will leave."
After he finished speaking, he disappeared just as he had come.
After he left, Chang Zai tried to cultivate in the prison. His aptitude was good, after all. After a day, he gradually gained a sense of Qi.
However, he was more hardworking than Shen Dong had imagined. Although he did not really understand Shen Dong's words, he understood one thing. Chao Ming Lu was like him. If Bai Wang could kill the deer today, then he might be able to kill him tomorrow. This gave him a strong sense of fear and an urgent need for power.
Shen Dong came out of the palace and turned around, arriving in the abandoned palace.
Wei Zihong was standing there. He said, "Fellow Daoist, you have deviated from Junior Brother Han's nature by doing this."
Shen Dong said in a low voice, "Rather than letting Fellow Daoist Han reincarnate again, it is better to let him succeed in this life. Sect Leader Wei did not come out to stop me, so you must have the same opinion."
Wei Zihong looked at him and nodded. He said, "Sect Leader Shen is right. Now that the fellow disciples have returned to Master's seat, as the senior brother, I naturally do not want to see Junior Brother Han rolling in the mud of the mortal world again."
In reality, the things that he had encountered were the tempering that he should have received in this life. However, whether he would choose to submit or resist was not fixed. Perhaps he would choose the former, or perhaps he would choose the latter.
However, after Shen Dong said those words, he was forced to rise up and fight back.
But this was what he wanted to see.
That day, when he was questioning Zhang Yan in the Qinghuan Palace, he had faintly sensed that his teacher seemed to be making some kind of preparation. Based on past situations, this undoubtedly meant that a great enemy was about to arrive. He guessed that the entire Bushu Heaven might not be stable, so he hoped that he would be able to help his teachers and fellow disciples when the time came.
He had once calculated that if Han Zuocheng stepped into the Dao in this life, then he would have a high chance of reaching the upper level. However, if he missed this chance, or if he didn't fight for it due to his own Dao heart, then who knew how many lives he would have to wait before he would have a chance again. At the very least, he couldn't calculate it. As the Senior Brother, he didn't want to see such an outcome, so he thought of a way to help Han Zuocheng.
After King Bai ordered Chang Zai to be locked up, he did not say what to do with him, but he quickly put the matter to the back of his mind. It was just a child from the Celestial Palace, not worthy of his consideration.
In the blink of an eye, six years had passed.
On this day, King Bai was commenting on the bamboo slips when an attendant hurried in and reported, "My Lord, the two young masters Bai Tu and Bai Dong have returned."
King Bai's expression tightened and asked, "How did they return?"
The attendant said, "My Lord, I heard that the two celestial masters released the two young masters to come back to visit their relatives."
King Bai was overjoyed. For a sect, be it a monarch or a commoner, it was all the same. Once you entered the sect, you would be a disciple. Whether you had any connection with the mortal world was not in their eyes. But it was different for a wandering cultivator. Because their cultivation was usually not high, they needed a country to support them, to help them collect external objects, to provide services, and to save a lot of time for cultivation. So they would return the favor and take care of the country, mutually benefiting from each other.
What King Bai hoped most was that the descendants of the royal family could be apprenticed to a Daoist cultivator and influence the sect behind them. Unfortunately, his wish had never been fulfilled.
In the past, there were many who were taken in for cultivation, but after a few years, they were driven back again, saying that they could not pass the meridian barrier and could not enter the path of immortality, so they could only return to be a mortal. Although these people had some ability, they could not be compared to a true Daoist cultivator. Otherwise, he could have asked a wandering cultivator to come and solve the problem of Chao Minglu.
And the current situation was clearly great news.
In his joy, he threw the brush in his hand and said, "The prosperity of my Bai Kingdom is right in front of me." He thought for a moment and said, "Summon Bai Tu to the Orchid Garden, I have something to ask him."
The attendant said, "My Lord, where is the second young master?"
King Bai frowned and said, "Let him stay here, there is no need to see me. But if he wants anything, don't be short of it."
This son of his could see through people's hearts, he must be even more powerful now, so it was better not to meet him face to face.
After Bai Dong came back, he stayed in his original residence for the night. Not long after, a palace attendant came to announce a reward. After he accepted the reward, he asked, "May I ask, attendant, when can I go and pay my respects to my father?"
The palace attendant said awkwardly, "His Majesty said that it is rare for you to come back, so let Young Master rest well. If there is anything lacking, just let me know and everything will be prepared for Young Master."
Bai Dong snorted and said, "It seems that my father still does not want to see me."
The palace attendant smiled bitterly and said, "Young Master, His Majesty also has his own difficulties."
Bai Dong sighed and said, "I know, I know, I won't go and be disliked." He thought for a moment and said, "By the way, does Attendant Leader know of a person in the Immortal Palace called Chang Zai?"
The palace attendant's expression changed slightly and he lowered his head and said, "I do not know."
Bai Dong was just asking casually. The Imperial Hall and the Immortal Palace had nothing to do with each other, how could a palace attendant know about the Immortal Palace?
He waved his hand and said, "Attendant Leader, please go back."
The palace attendant was relieved, bowed and retreated. But after returning, he immediately asked someone to secretly send this news to the Immortal Palace's management office.
After Bai Dong rested for a night in his residence, he went to the Immortal Palace the next day to look for Chang Zai, but the news he received was that Chang Zai had returned to his hometown not long after they left six years ago. He asked Chang Zai where his hometown was and tried to find it, but after searching for it, he could not find any old records. But at this time, an Immortal Palace attendant came and secretly told him all the truth.
After Bai Dong heard it, he was furious. He really treated Chang Zai as a good friend, but he did not expect that Chang Zai would be treated so unfairly after helping King Bai. He said, "I want to see my father and ask him to release Chang Zai!"
The palace attendant turned pale and said, "Young Master, Young Master, His Majesty does not want to see you. It is a serious crime to disobey the Emperor's order." He came to report this matter in order to make a connection with Bai Dong, the future immortal. He did not want to see him fail and die before he succeeded.
Bai Dong sneered and said, "Then let my father chop off my head."
He was now a Daoist cultivator, so King Bai could not do anything to him. At most, it would worsen the relationship between father and son. But he did not care about this. Since he was four years old, he had not seen his father again.
At this moment, Shen Dong was standing in the palace, watching Bai Dong walk out angrily. Although there were many guards on both sides, no one could see him.
From the perspective of Chang Zai's fate, there was originally this tribulation, and in the end, it fell into the hands of Bai Dong. Next, it was to follow Chang Zai out and find his own opportunity.
But if he went according to the original fate, he might not be able to achieve the expectations of Wei Zihong and him, so he had to find a way to intervene here.
Chang Zai wanted to go out, but he also needed to achieve a certain level of cultivation, and now he was at a critical juncture. After a period of time, when he came out, he could directly try to open his meridians, which would be one step faster than the original fate. But doing so would undoubtedly cause Chang Zai to suffer more, but this was also Shen Dong's purpose. In his opinion, if he did not do so, it would not be enough to polish his Daoist heart in this life.
Bai Dong walked outside and suddenly saw a young cultivator standing there. He said in surprise, "Senior brother, why are you here?"
The young cultivator came up and grabbed him, dragging him outside. He said, "Junior brother, Master has opened a furnace of medicinal pills. Both of us are blessed. Quickly follow me back, or it will not be good if we miss the time."
Bai Dong was shocked, "Senior brother, but …"
"No buts."
The young cultivator interrupted him and said seriously, "Junior brother, let me give you a word of advice. Don't pay too much attention to the matters of the mortal world. Let me ask you, after a hundred years, how many people can you know? And how many can be friends with you? "
Bai Dong hesitated, "Senior brother, I know what you said, but if I don't do this, my heart will not be at ease." Without waiting for the young cultivator to speak, he sighed, "I only left a letter. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, I just want to do my best."
The young cultivator thought for a moment, then let go of his hand and said, "Junior brother, go quickly, I will wait for you here."
Half an hour later, King Bai received the letter from Bai Dong. After reading it, he said angrily, "Why should a child like you meddle in my affairs?" With a sullen face, he called for his attendant and asked, "How is my son Chang Zai?"
The attendant was stunned for a moment before he remembered who King Bai was asking about. He quickly said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, Chang Zai has been imprisoned in the stone chamber for the past few years and has not been released. Does Your Majesty want to see him?"
King Bai wanted to take his life, but he was afraid that his son would really turn against him.
At this time, Bai Tu was at the side. With a glance at the letter, he could almost guess the reason. He could not help but be moved. He knew Chang Zai's ability, and he might be of some use to his sect. He said, "If Your Majesty does not like Chang Zai, why not let me take him away?"
King Bai frowned, "What do you mean?"
Bai Tu said with a smile, "Teacher has something to do recently, and it just so happens that he is lacking a beast tamer. Since Chang Zai is good at this, why not let me take care of him? It can be considered as doing his best. Even if Brother Dong comes back in the future, he will not blame it on Your Majesty."
When King Bai heard this, although he felt that it was inappropriate to keep Chang Zai, since this was Bai Tu's suggestion, and it also involved the immortal master behind him, he could not refuse. He said, "As you say."
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