Hearing Wei Zihong's words, Zhang Yan smiled and didn't force him. With his eyesight, he didn't need to lift his eyes to see that there was a mark on Wei Zihong's forehead that looked like a closed eye. It was similar to the "three eyes" that Sect Leader Qin mentioned.
He was sure that this person was the person he was looking for.
He looked at the white monkey on Wei Zihong's shoulder. If it wasn't for this spiritual beast that blocked the beasts in the forest, it wouldn't have been so easy to reach this place.
This little monkey had good intentions, but it ruined his plan.
Zhang Yan shook his head. This was an unintentional act, so he didn't want to dwell on it. He flicked his finger and a medicinal pill flew out, landing in front of the white monkey.
Unexpectedly, the white monkey squeaked and shook its head, but it didn't want to let go of Wei Zihong's clothes.
Zhang Yan couldn't help but laugh, "You animal, you're quite clever."
This little white monkey was a spiritual beast in the forest, and it could tell that Zhang Yan was here to accept a disciple. Although it had gained intelligence, it didn't have the bloodline of a great monster. Without guidance, it would be hard to pass the stage of transformation.
Although the medicinal pill was good, how could it compare to following Wei Zihong and finding a better way out?
Zhang Yan didn't pay attention to it anymore, and only said to Wei Zihong, "Since you're here, and you're sincere in wanting to be my disciple, I can see that you have a good physique. Are you willing to follow me back to the mountain to cultivate?"
Wei Zihong was startled, but he lowered his head and said, "Daoist, I, I can't go with you."
Zhang Yan asked in a pleasant tone, "Is there something that's troubling you?"
Wei Zihong hesitated for a moment, then he gathered his courage and answered loudly, "My mother is sick in bed. If I leave, there's no one to take care of her. "
Zhang Yan nodded and said, "We cultivators don't cut off our emotions. You have a respected mother, so you should take good care of her. I have two ways for you to choose. First, I'll teach you a spell. Once you've learned it, you'll be immune to all diseases. I have boundless strength and can fight against ten thousand people. It's not difficult to fight against a duke or marquis for ten thousand generations. Second, I'll bring you and Lao Mu back to the monastery. It's just that it's lonely in the mountains, cultivating the Dao is simple and hard, eating wind and drinking dew. Sleeping Rock and Crouching Ice are just common things. You can choose between these two methods. "
If it was a person who wholeheartedly pursued the Dao, then he would naturally choose the second option without any hesitation. However, if a person who had the heart for riches and honor coveted that lifetime of glory, splendor, wealth, and rank, then … He would choose the first option.
Because of Wei Zihong's special identity, no matter what choice he made, Zhang Yan would bring him back to the sect. However, since he had taken him as his disciple, he wanted to observe his temperament.
Wei Zihong listened. He didn't even think and said without hesitation, "Disciple is willing to choose the second option."
Zhang Yan asked curiously, "Why did you choose the second option?"
Wei Zihong replied without hesitation, "Teacher has taught your disciple the Dharma Access, and your disciple can serve Mother. But how can I repay the kindness of imparting my skills to you?"
Such simple words could only be said by a child. Only a child could say this. After Zhang Yan heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and said, "Good disciple, then quickly go and pick up your mother. Today, you can follow your master."
Then he stretched out his hand and patted the back of his head.
Wei Zihong suddenly felt as if there were countless things in his mind, and his body seemed to have endless strength. Looking at his hands, he couldn't help but be surprised and said happily, "Teacher, disciple will be back soon."
Zhang Yan nodded slightly, and then he glanced at the little white monkey before he said indifferently, "If anything happens to my disciple on the way, then I'll hold you accountable."
The little white monkey's entire body trembled, and it squeaked repeatedly, obviously indicating that it understood.
Zhang Yan thought in his heart, "Sect Leader once said that before this child entered the sect, he would have to suffer a small calamity. I originally planned to let him suffer a little more when he came here, so that he could avoid this calamity and save some trouble. I didn't expect that God's plan would be disrupted by this little monkey. Well, since I can't avoid it, then I will accept it."
With Zhang Yan's help, Wei Zihong walked as if he was flying. After leaving the Bat King Temple, he hurried home.
This time, it only took him less than an hour to return home. When he arrived in front of his bed, he whispered to his mother with a face full of joy, "Mother, your son has received the care of the Immortal Master. Today, I will go to the sect to cultivate. I will take you with me."
After saying that, he helped his mother up and carried her on his back.
Although Madam Wei had been ill for a long time, she was still an adult. Usually, when Wei Zihong helped her turn over and wipe her body, it would take a lot of effort. But now, he didn't feel it was difficult at all and easily carried her on his back. His heart was filled with joy and excitement, and he couldn't help but feel grateful to Zhang Yan for teaching him such a "Immortal Method".
At this moment, a thousand miles away from the Bat King Temple, in a cave deep in the mountains, a Daoist in a black robe with a hairpin in his hair was looking at a broken jade pendant in his hand expressionlessly.
He was a disciple of the Devil Sect, Huncheng Sect. He was sent to guard this place under the orders of his master.
This was also a hard job. Within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, all the restrictions and formations set up by his master were under his watch.
Just Now, he suddenly noticed that a talisman passed down by his master had dimmed. But looking at its layout, he didn't know how many years it had been since it was set up, and it didn't have much use at all.
But according to the rules of the sect, even if the layout had been abandoned for a long time, he couldn't ignore it.
He cursed for a while. Although he was extremely unwilling, he could only crush the talisman in his hand. He closed his eyes and sensed for a moment. Once he knew the location, he flicked his sleeve and summoned a wisp of green smoke. In an instant, he flew up and rushed toward that place.
This green smoke was given to him by his master. It was a flying treasure that made it convenient for him to come and go. Even if it was a thousand miles away, he would be able to reach it in an instant. But along the way, he was leisurely and deliberately walked very slowly.
If the person who destroyed the restriction had already left, he would only need to take a look and then return. He didn't want to be involved at all.
In a flash, he was a hundred miles away from the Bat King Temple. The leisurely expression on his face disappeared and became a little more serious. He used a few spells and hid his body. Just Now, he dared to go forward.
Now, although many of the disciples of the Demon Faction acted unscrupulously, and although he knew that there were no experts among the mortals, he was still extremely careful and didn't dare to underestimate the person who came.
He hid in the clouds and looked down. The aura below was extremely shocking. It was vast and majestic, and it faintly shot up to the sky. Who knew how much higher than his cultivation level was? He was shocked and thought to himself, "So dangerous, so dangerous."
If he Just Now rashly came out, wouldn't he be right under this person's blade?
After looking a few more times, the fear in his eyes became even stronger. Although he had a flying treasure with him, the person in the temple below was at least at the Core Transformation Realm, so he immediately wanted to leave.
Just as he was turning his head around, he unintentionally caught a glimpse of a child walking swiftly towards him. Even though he was carrying a person on his back, he was still able to walk as if he was flying, which inevitably attracted his attention. After a few glances, his heart was moved, and he said, "This kind of bone structure, it's quite good."
He looked a few more times and suddenly his body trembled. He said, "Could it be …" For a moment, he couldn't care about anything else and rushed forward. A ray of light fell down and swept the child up.
Wei Zihong was walking forward with light steps. Seeing the Bat King Temple in the distance, he suddenly felt his body become light. He was pulled up to the top of the clouds, and his mother and the little white monkey fell to the ground. He couldn't help but feel anxious and exclaimed. He looked up and saw a strange Daoist sitting in front of him. The Daoist was staring at him with his eyes wide open. Because he didn't look like a good person, Wei Zihong said cautiously, "Who are you? Why did you catch me? Quickly let me down!"
The black-robed Daoist snorted and stretched out his hand to lift the fringe on Wei Zihong's forehead. When he saw a closed eye scar, he instantly revealed an expression of ecstasy and almost danced with joy. He said repeatedly, "It really is you, it really is you."
Then he smiled proudly and said, "Just follow me. This time, I've picked up a treasure."
Although he was secretly delighted, he was afraid of Zhang Yan at the side, so he didn't want to say much and was about to sweep Wei Zihong away.
At this moment, he heard a loud sound behind him. When he looked back, he saw a Pill Baleful Qi overturning the roof of the Bat King Temple. A sword pellet flew out from the Qi and turned into a flash of light. It was as fast as lightning and slashed towards him.
"Flying sword?"
The black-robed Daoist was instantly scared out of his wits. He was actually a sword cultivator. Could he be from Shaoqing? If that was the case, even if he had a flying treasure, it would be hard for him to escape. How would he dare to stay for a moment longer? He immediately turned around and wanted to escape.
At this moment, Wei Zihong also noticed that something was wrong. He panicked and his Qi and blood surged up. He felt a pain on his forehead and the eye scar on it suddenly opened, releasing a sharp light that shone right on the black-robed Daoist's face.
The black-robed Daoist's entire attention was on the flying sword, so he didn't expect such a change. He was caught off guard and screamed. He covered his eyes, and blood flowed out from the gaps between his fingers like a fountain. With this delay, a sword light attacked and slashed through his neck. In an instant, his head was chopped off and his corpse fell to the ground.
Once the black-robed Daoist died, Wei Zihong also fell from the sky. At this moment, a cloud of smoke flew over and wrapped around him. In the blink of an eye, he was on top of the cloud.
Zhang Yan lowered his head to take a look, and then he placed his hand on her wrist. He knew that she was fine, so he nodded and flicked his sleeve to bring Madam Wei and the little white monkey up. After he determined the direction, he rode a cloud and flew away.
At this moment, Wei Zihong also had a splitting headache and felt weak all over. He felt that all the strength that Zhang Yan had given him just now was gone in an instant.
Usually, when he opened the strange eye on his forehead, he would feel dizzy and had to stay in bed for a few days. Only Now was he able to recover. Forcefully using the strange eye to look at people just now had consumed a lot of his Qi. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.
After sleeping for an unknown period of time, when he woke up, he found that he was in midair. He touched his body left and right, and out of curiosity, he carefully looked down.
Seeing this, Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Disciple, you're awake. Once you pass the mountain in front, you'll be able to return to the sect."
However, at this moment, his eyes narrowed. Suddenly, he saw a Daoist who looked like a cool breeze and bright moon standing in the cloud. The Daoist bowed to him and said in a loud voice, "Junior Brother Zhang, you're back. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Zhang Yan took a look and saw that it was Luo Qing Yu, one of the top ten disciples like him. He calmly stepped forward and bowed to him, saying, "I wonder why Senior Brother Luo has been waiting for me here?"
Luo Qing Yu snorted and said lightly, "I heard that Junior Brother Zhang has been practicing Dao techniques for the past few years and has made great progress. I also have some insights and would like to ask you for advice … to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)! ~!
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