When I arrived at the plot of sweet potatoes, I found that the sweet potatoes didn't grow as I had imagined. The soil on this mountain was barren, and the trees didn't grow well. How could the precious crops grow here? However, Daoist Zhao's plot of sweet potatoes was very dense.
I turned around and looked at Daoist Zhao. He laughed and said, "Although it's just a small Dao, it can still be useful when needed."
Daoist Zhao didn't care about my gaze. He smiled and pulled off the sweet potato vines, throwing them into the bushes. Then, he started to dig up the sweet potatoes with his hoe. I didn't expect that the sweet potatoes planted on the mountaintop would be more productive than those grown in the fertile vegetable fields. After digging three or four dustpans, he had already filled two dustpans.
"Little Daoist, why don't you wash these sweet potatoes? The water in the Daoist temple isn't enough to wash these sweet potatoes. "Daoist Zhao wanted to test my Dao.
I didn't mind. I condensed a Primordial Energy Water Talisman and activated it on the sweet potatoes. The sweet potatoes were immediately washed clean by the water. It was much cleaner than when ordinary people used their hands to wash them. The water produced by the Primordial Energy Water Talisman was different from ordinary people. The Primordial Energy Water Talisman could wash away the dust on the sweet potatoes. This was the ability of a Daoist. After washing the sweet potatoes, they didn't even have a scratch on their skin. It looked as if the sweet potatoes didn't grow in the soil.
"Little Daoist, your rain technique is really exquisite," praised Daoist Zhao.
I didn't know how other Daoist cultivators used Daoist techniques, so I didn't know if Daoist Zhao was praising or encouraging me.
Daoist Zhao handed me the hoe and carried the load of sweet potatoes to the Daoist temple. This load of sweet potatoes weighed more than fifty kilograms. Together with the rice and noodles, it was enough for our class to eat their fill.
"Daoist Zhao, why are you alone on this mountain?" I asked in puzzlement.
"Everyone has their own Dao. Cultivating in the remote mountains and in the bustling city is also Dao. I've been on this mountain for more than a hundred years, and this isn't the only place I cultivate. Cultivators were lonely. Although they ate the food of the mortal world, their loved ones left one by one. They were all alone, and there were times when they would doubt their own Dao. He slowly realized that there were benefits to being in the deep mountains. Little Fellow Daoist, your family is still here, but you'll have to sever these mortal bonds yourself. Zhao Daozhang let out a long sigh.
I was confused by Daoist Zhao's words. He seemed to understand, but he also seemed to be confused.
"Let's go. Your classmates must be waiting for us," Zhao Daozhang said with a smile.
When they returned to the Taoist temple, Meng Xudong had already led his classmates to cook the rice. They made do with some special food they brought from the foot of the mountain. He saw me and the Taoist priest walk into the Taoist temple. Meng Xudong felt a little embarrassed.
"Daoist Priest, Huang Jingyang, thank you for your hard work. They are hungry, so let them eat something to fill their stomachs first. " Meng Xudong saw that we had brought back a load of sweet potatoes, but they didn't even wait for us to eat them. He was worried that we would have a problem with it.
"I'm fine. Let's eat first then. The Taoist temple doesn't have a big pot, so even if we come back, we can only eat batch by batch. It's better if you guys eat first. "Daoist Zhao lived alone on the mountain, and he didn't feed poultry or livestock, so he naturally didn't have a big pot. The remaining rice and noodles were all eaten by our classmates. The only thing we could use to fill our stomachs was the sweet potatoes in the dustpan.
The pot in the Taoist temple wasn't enough to cook the sweet potatoes. However, this wasn't a problem for Daoist Zhao. He filled the empty space outside the Taoist temple with a layer of ash, then spread the sweet potatoes on top of it. He then lit a fire on top of it, roasting the sweet potatoes that were buried in the ash. However, I could see that it wasn't the fire that cooked the sweet potatoes, but the fire that Daoist Zhao secretly used when he lit the fire. As expected, his fire technique was different from mine. When he used the fire technique, I could clearly see his mouth constantly moving, as if he was silently chanting something. Then, I saw a fluctuation in the Primordial Qi between heaven and earth. A kind of fire suddenly gathered in the middle of the bonfire.
After Daoist Zhao cast the spell, he smiled at me. Today's matter was really funny. We, two cultivators, actually used Daoist techniques to wash and roast sweet potatoes. If other cultivators were to know about this, they would probably just laugh it off.
However, the sweet potatoes roasted with this Daoist technique were really good. All the sweet potatoes were thoroughly roasted, but the skin wasn't burned. After peeling off the skin, the sweet fragrance of the sweet potatoes wafted into the air, and that aroma immediately ignited one's taste buds. The boys and girls in the class fought over the sweet potatoes as if they hadn't eaten their fill for days. Of course, the unfortunate thing was that after eating the sweet potatoes. It was the aftereffects of eating the sweet potatoes.
It wasn't easy to meet a fellow cultivator, so whether it was Daoist Zhao or I, we were very excited. I found it hard to believe that Daoist Zhao was over one hundred years old.
"Strictly speaking, I'm one hundred and thirty-nine years old. I was born in the third year of the Guangxu Emperor's Virtuous Sect in the Qing Dynasty. "Daoist Zhao revealed his real age.
"Wow, you've crossed two centuries. Have you ever met any other monks before? "That was what I was dying to know.
"Of course. There are many people older than me who are still alive. However, they're the same as me. They hide in Laolin deep in the mountains. It's hard for ordinary people to see them, "said Daoist Zhao.
"Are you still in contact with them?" I asked.
Daoist Zhao shook his head. "I'm not from the same sect as them. In the past, it wasn't as convenient as it is now. I just need to hold a phone and talk to someone from a thousand miles away."
"Don't you have a Sound Transmission Talisman?" I asked.
"What's a Sound Transmission Talisman?" Daoist Zhao thought it was some kind of profound Daoist technique.
"There's no Sound Transmission Talisman from a thousand miles away?" I scratched my head.
"No. How could there be one? Who could you send a message to from a thousand miles away? Unless you're at the Soul Travel Realm, your primordial spirit can travel to a thousand miles away. With my current Out-of-Body cultivation, it's not easy for my primordial spirit to travel several miles away. "Daoist Zhao shook his head.
Although Daoist Zhao had a master, he was also a rogue cultivator. He had broken through to the Out-of-Body Realm by chance.
"Why are there fewer and fewer cultivators now? Is it the Age of Chaos?" I asked a question that had been bothering me for a long time. On my sister's computer, I once saw someone say that it was the Age of Chaos for cultivators.
"Haha, I don't know if it's the Age of Chaos or not. I only know that the most important thing for cultivators isn't heaven and earth's spiritual energy or Daoist techniques. It's the human heart. In this era, people's desires are rampant, and their Daoist hearts are nowhere to be found. It's more appropriate to say that it's the Age of Chaos. "Daoist Zhao gazed at the mountains in the night sky.
Daoist Zhao took out something from his pocket and handed it to me.
I opened it and saw that it was an invitation letter. Although the surroundings were dark, it didn't affect my vision even though I couldn't see my own fingers.
I took a closer look and saw that the invitation letter read, "Invitation to the Daoist Culture Conference."
"What do you see?" asked Daoist Zhao.
I didn't understand what he meant and shook my head.
Daoist Zhao smiled. "I only see fame and fortune, but I don't see Daoism. A lot of people use Daoism as an excuse to cheat people, but where is a real Daoist priest? "
I smiled. "If you really have Daoist techniques, why do you need to go out and cheat people?"
"What do you plan to do in the future?" asked Daoist Zhao.
"Plans?" I didn't understand.
"Right, you're so young, but you're already so strong. How can I predict your future?" Daoist Zhao looked at me with envy.
"Daoist Zhao, can I come here to find you in the future?" I asked.
Daoist Zhao shook his head. "After a while, a new Daoist temple will be built here. There will be a new Daoist priest here to watch over it. I'm going to go out and travel. I've been planning for this day for a long time. My Daoist heart has sensed an opportunity. If I find this opportunity, I might be able to progress further. If I can't find it, I'll find a remote place to live. "
I didn't know why, but although I'd only known Daoist Zhao for a short time, he was like a friend to me. I couldn't bear to part with him.
Daoist Zhao seemed to see my reluctance. He smiled and said, "Daoist friend, you're thinking too much. You and I are pursuing the path of immortality. Meeting is parting, and parting is meeting again. "
Daozhang Zhao suddenly stood up and began to perform a set of mysterious fist techniques. As soon as Daozhang Zhao's fist technique began, it was as if he had become one with Zhang Ren Mountain. His Yuan Qi flowed naturally, as if he had become one with heaven and earth.
Daoist Zhao's understanding of fist techniques was much deeper than mine. Looking at Daoist Zhao's fist techniques, my understanding of fist techniques seemed to have opened a new window. I could see a higher realm.
The older the ginger, the spicier it was. With Daoist Zhao's current strength, if I were to fight him, I would be able to defeat him in one move.
After obtaining the mysterious civilization's swordsmanship, I thought that I wouldn't be able to find a match in this world. Although Daoist Zhao was much older than me, I wasn't much weaker than him in terms of cultivation. However, as soon as he used his fist techniques … I knew that the gap between our strength was huge.
After Daoist Zhao finished his set of fist techniques, he stood in front of me. "This is a small Daoist technique, but it has its uses. There are too many evil people in this world. It's useful to have a set of fist techniques to protect yourself. Since you and I are fated to meet, I'll give you this set of fist techniques. "
I quickly saluted Daoist Zhao. "Thank you, Daoist Zhao."
Daoist Zhao laughed. "No need to be so polite. It's just a small Daoist technique. You have to find your own path. Although you've been deeply rooted in your Daoist roots since young, and you'll have great achievements in the future, you still have to find your own path. No one can help you with this. "
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