Dan Chenzi carried the empty bottle and walked slowly back to the monastery. Along the way, the nuns and Daoists called him Senior Brother Dan Chenzi respectfully. This helped him regain some of his confidence.
He walked slowly because he was waiting for the bruises on his face to fade. As a top S-class Daoist, skin wounds could be healed in an instant. It was not good for him to return to the monastery with such a face. It would ruin his image as Senior Brother Dan Chenzi.
"All of you are working so hard." Dan Chenzi replied to the greetings of his fellow disciples and muttered, "What era is this? Living a carefree life is the pursuit of modern people."
What's there to be proud of? It's not like this is the era of martial artists.
As a Daoist disciple, one had to follow the will of the heart and cultivate one's character. Living a long life was the fundamental pursuit of cultivation.
He walked slowly back to his courtyard and pushed open the door to the house on the right. The room was filled with all sorts of miscellaneous items. In the corner was a huge vat with a rubber band wrapped around a hard plastic sheet. It was tightly sealed.
Moving away the sandbag, he untied the rubber band and removed the plastic sheet. Dan Chenzi scooped up a spoonful of bright red wine. He took a sip and drank it in one gulp. He smacked his lips and said, "Delicious."
Since last year, he had tried to brew his own wine. It was the most common type of rice wine. Because he was a newbie, he did not succeed.
This was the third vat. After summing up the experience of the previous two failures, he had finally brewed a successful product.
This was to deal with the old Daoist. He was a drunkard who did not drink wine or beer. He only drank white wine and rice wine. Or, he often mentioned it. It was Wang Chen's signature craft, peach blossom wine.
Dan Chenzi thought about it and decided that instead of racking his brains to make wine for him, he might as well brew it himself. The old Daoist liked his idea and thought it was feasible.
The vat of wine was not done yet and needed some time to ferment. However, it could not withstand the initial sweetness. Dan Chenzi would drink a little every day. Unknowingly, half of it was gone.
Dan Chenzi thought about his promise with the old Daoist. He stood in front of the vat and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he made up his mind, "Who cares. I will sing to wine."
He filled the empty wine bottle with red sweet wine and happily went out.
Dan Chenzi spent most of his time wandering aimlessly. In the summer, he would read under the shade of a tree, and in the winter, he would curl up in his bed and sleep.
In such a beautiful spring season, basking in the sun and drinking wine on a rock surrounded by wildflowers was the most comfortable choice.
As a carefree Taoist with a pure heart and few desires, he would not spend too much time on Qi training and visualization.
With the bottle in his hand and his sleeves fluttering in the wind, he walked out of the Taoist temple in the warm spring wind and walked to the top of the mountain. He planned to drink under the big pine tree and enjoy the scenery. They spent a quiet and peaceful afternoon.
The mountain breeze brought the fragrance of the wildflowers and the sobriety of the soil, as well as the faint fragrance of the beauty.
Under the gigantic pine tree, on the rock, stood a woman with beautiful hair tied up high, her Daoist robe unable to conceal her ample bosom.
Her face was fair, and her cheeks were rosy. Her facial features were exquisite, and she had a gentle temperament.
"Junior-martial sister Qing Huizi." Dan Chenzi strode over and sat down beside her. "I'm so sorry. I didn't bring a cup."
Qing Huizi shook her head and said softly, "Alcohol is not allowed in the temple."
"Didn't I come out now?" Dan Chenzi said in a nonchalant tone. He had never thought of sharing sweet wine with Qing Huizi. He was just being polite.
How could a woman be more important than wine?
No one spoke. Dan Chenzi drank his wine, enjoying the refreshing wind, basking in the sun, and looking at the beautiful scenery.
Qing Huizi was silent. She looked into the distance, her bright black eyes filled with deep worry.
"You seem to have something on your mind." Dan Chenzi said.
After hesitating for a moment, Qing Huizi nodded. "The Sect Master issued an order yesterday. All Prime Clear disciples who are traveling outside are to return to the mountain immediately. If they don't return after a week, they will be considered to have betrayed the sect and their names will be removed."
Dan Chenzi was shocked. "There's such a thing? Why didn't I know about it? "
Qing Huizi lowered her eyes slightly and looked at him. "Junior-martial brother Dan Chenzi, have you ever meddled in the affairs of the temple?"
Dan Chenzi immediately felt a little awkward.
He was a peak S-rank. By right, he could hold great power in the Shang Qing Sect and be the proper successor to the sect master. However, he had always been outside of the circle of power in the Shang Qing Sect. He didn't care about the affairs of the sect and spent his days leisurely.
"Before the wind under the moon, free and unfettered. Idle clouds and wild cranes, who care about the passing of time. "Dan Chenzi said leisurely.
Qing Huizi continued. "My brother didn't respond. I couldn't get through to him on the phone. He didn't reply to me on the messaging app either. After he left the mountain, he didn't contact the sect again. He didn't contact me either. It's as if he disappeared from the face of the earth."
"Dan Yunzi has only left the mountain to travel for a month. He's not a child who thinks about home all day. It doesn't mean anything that he can't contact for now." Dan Chenzi comforted.
"But if he doesn't receive news from the sect, he won't be able to come within a week." Qing Huizi bit her lip, revealing a pitiful and delicate posture.
"Then he should return to the secular world." Dan Chenzi was a man of few desires. This didn't arouse the gentleness of a man.
"But, why did the sect master summon back his fellow disciples?" Dan Chenzi didn't understand.
Qing Huizi shook her head and guessed. "It's probably because the outside world hasn't been peaceful recently. The sect master wants the disciples to return to the sect to hide."
The so-called not peaceful naturally referred to the trivial matter of Bosch.
Halfway up the mountain, in a simple mud house.
There was an empty space in front of the mud house, and an old bamboo chair was placed there. The old Taoist was lying on the chair, basking in the warm afternoon sun. The skin on his face reflected the sunlight, making it look dark and shiny.
Li Peiyun glanced at the old Taoist and walked around the mud house. On the left was the bedroom, with a simple wooden bed and a thin quilt that was mended. On the right was the kitchen with an earthen stove. Next to the stove was a large jar for storing water, and next to the water jar was a small jar for storing rice.
The old Taoist rarely ate meat or fish. Although the earthen stove was covered with black dust, it didn't seem greasy.
This reminded Li Peiyun of the poor and backward villages in the sixties and seventies.
The Shangqing Sect was a large sect in the Buddhist Taoist Association. Every year, it could get a generous government allocation. It also got a bonus for its tourist attractions. It didn't lack money.
There was no need for an old man to live such a poor life.
Li Peiyun left the mud house and thought for a moment. "I can give you tens of thousands more as a gift for becoming my disciple."
The old Taoist sneered. "What use is money to me?"
"You can buy wine."
"You are sincere."
Li Peiyun immediately said, "How can I cultivate my Yin Soul and cultivate it into a sword of intent, just like Dan Chenzi?"
"Dan Chenzi is an exception."
"An exception?"
The old Taoist looked at him. "Dan Chenzi had a split personality disorder since he was young. If you want to learn from him, you can try to make yourself split."
Li Peiyun's expression was blank and he felt a strong sense of loss. At his level of cultivation, he had a strong will. How could he have a split personality disorder?
Then, he thought of another problem. Since he couldn't be like Dan Chenzi, what was the point of learning from the old Taoist?
Hey, can I get a refund?
"But I can guide you in cultivating the sword of intent." The old Taoist said.
"Guide me!" Li Peiyun subconsciously raised her eyebrows, revealing a proud and reclusive expression.
The reason why he wanted to be apprenticed was because he wanted to learn Dan Chenzi's special sword of intent. But if it was the normal version of the sword of intent, Li Peiyun didn't think that he would need anyone to guide him.
He could rely on himself to learn the Three Talents Sword Technique and become a genius half a step into the Extreme Dao.
Pride was one of his biggest traits.
"Having a great teacher to guide me is better than learning by myself." The old Taoist said, "The outside world calls you the successor of the demon dao, but you haven't received any guidance. You have to figure it out and figure it out yourself."
"I have some ties with Wang Chen, so I will guide you on his behalf. If it was someone else, I wouldn't teach you. "
Li Peiyun said helplessly, "Senior, your mental energy might not be as strong as mine. How can I teach you?"
With that, he saw the old Taoist burst into laughter. Amidst his wild laughter, he raised his skinny right hand and pressed it between his eyebrows like a sword with his fingers.
This was the starting gesture for summoning the sword of intent. Li Peiyun couldn't be more familiar with it.
He didn't bat an eyelid and silently prepared his defense.
The old Taoist's fingers paused for a moment. After gathering energy, he pointed at Li Peiyun.
Rumble!
Li Peiyun heard the sound of thunder. The rumbling echoed and occupied her sea of consciousness. The next moment, she lost all her thoughts and her consciousness fell into endless darkness.
In March, the night began to slow down. After dinner, Qing Huizi didn't return to her own yard. She walked on the path paved with green flagstones, planning to find the brother and sister's master, Tong Hai Zhenren.
In front of the Three Pristines Temple, she met Dan Chenzi who was wandering around.
Looking at the vegetarian food in Dan Chenzi's hand, Qing Huizi said softly, "Senior Brother Dan Chenzi."
Her eyes fell on the food box.
"I'm going to bring food to the senior," Dan Chenzi said.
Qing Huizi nodded and the two passed by each other.
She took the opportunity to enter Tong Hai Zhenren's yard not far away.
Squeak
The wooden door made a painful sound. The yard was quiet. Qing Huizi looked around. The door was closed and there was no light coming through the window.
Master was not here?
She was about to leave in disappointment when she suddenly heard a "ho ho" sound.
It sounded like someone was choking with phlegm in his throat and it was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
The sound came from her master's room. Qing Huizi came to the door and shouted, "Master?"
No one answered. The "ho ho" sound in the room became more intense.
Qing Huizi's heart sank. She pushed open the unlocked door and saw a Taoist with messy clothes and messy hair kneeling by the bed. He covered his throat in pain and made a "ho ho" sound.
The room was dark and the man's hair was disheveled. She couldn't see his face clearly, but she immediately recognized that it was her master.
"Master, what's wrong with you?" Qing Huizi was shocked and quickly went to check.
At this moment, Tong Hai Zhenren raised his face. It was a face as ferocious as a beast. His face was full of ugly blood vessels. His skin was so red that it seemed to be bleeding. His white teeth were dripping with saliva. His pupils turned scarlet, dark and ferocious.
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