Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 262
Zhao Lin was slightly taken aback, thinking that this Taoist priest could call out his name as soon as they met, and it was very likely that Huang and Lu had revealed their appearance to him in advance, so he replied: "It's my servant, please teach me What's your name?"

The middle-aged Taoist waved his hand casually and said, "You're welcome. My surname is Xun. How old are you, just call me Senior Brother."

As he said that, he turned to the door, "Junior brother, please rest first, there are still people who haven't arrived, and it is estimated that we will leave in a day or two."

Zhao Lin nodded, "But it's up to senior brother to arrange."

While talking, the two walked into the temple. Although the Taoist temple looked dilapidated from the outside, it was clean and tidy inside, quiet and elegant.

There is an incense burner at the entrance, and a statue of a god is enshrined in the main hall. Perhaps because of the age, the face is a little blurred.

Pass through the main hall, and come to a row of green brick and gray tiles.

Senior Brother Xun pointed to the bungalow and said, "The first three rooms and the last one are occupied. Junior brother can choose one of the vacant rooms to live in. Don't mind the humble house."

Zhao Lin thanked: "Senior Brother Xun, you are welcome."

At this time, a small head protruded from the window of the first intermediary room, and said pleasantly, "A newcomer is here!"

The owner of the head was a round-faced boy with two horns pierced on his head. His face was still childish, and he withdrew his body after yelling.

Then the man quickly ran out of the house, came to Zhao Lin, and looked him up and down curiously.

The doors of the second and third rooms also opened successively, and two slightly older teenagers walked out respectively.

Seeing these three and a half boys, Zhao Lin finally understood why Senior Brother Xun recognized him at a glance.

All three of them were in their teens, the round-faced boy was the youngest, only eleven or twelve years old, and the other two were only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Compared with them, regardless of age or figure, I stand out from the crowd.

With a "squeak", the door of the last room also opened, and a girl walked out, her eyes were a little red and swollen, she looked like she had just cried.

Senior Brother Xun said with a smile, "These are just like you. They are all newly recruited disciples of the sect. In the words of scholars, they are called the same year. You are so close. I will go to the front to guard, so that no one will miss it."

After he finished speaking, he walked out, leaving Zhao Lin and the four boys and girls staring at each other.

The round-faced boy didn't recognize his birth, so he raised his head and asked Zhao Lin, "Uncle, are you going to practice Taoism too?"

Uncle?

Hearing this strange address, Zhao Lin was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry.

The young man who came out of the second room just now had a fair face and delicate features. He almost jumped up when he heard the words, and shouted, "Zhu Cong, you are so ignorant. How can anyone among monks call you uncle? You should call him brother!"

The round-faced boy quickly changed his words: "Master... Senior brother, what's your name?"

Zhao Lin didn't take it seriously, but felt a bit childlike. Besides, because of his martial arts practice, he looked like he was in his early twenties, but his actual age was already 31 years old.

Seriously, it is not too much for the boy to call himself uncle.

He smiled and said, "My name is Zhao Lin. Like you, I also went to Cheng Huazong to practice Taoism."

The round-faced boy asked curiously, "Why are you so old? Is it because the garrison monks haven't noticed you?"

People with spiritual roots can usually manifest themselves after the age of ten, and usually they won't exceed it at the latest. Zhao Lin heard Huang Zhuosong mention this, so he naturally understood the meaning of the round-faced boy.

He shook his head lightly, "It's my spirit root that appeared late, no wonder the monks are stationed."

"Then what level of spiritual root are you, and what attributes do you have?" The round-faced boy continued to ask.

Zhao Lin smiled slightly, but did not answer, "You ask me about the rank of my spiritual root, so you have to tell me your own first? By the way, what are your names and where are you from?"

"My name is Zhu Cong..."

"My name is He Shaoqun..."

The two teenagers rushed to declare themselves home.

The boy with a round face is called Zhu Cong. He is only 12 years old this year. He is a middle-grade spiritual root with two attributes of water and wood.

He Shaoqun is three years older than Zhu Cong, he is a low-grade spiritual root, and his attributes are both gold and wood.

The young man who came out of the third room had a dull expression and was a little timid. Under Zhao Lin's gaze, he said with difficulty, "My name is Li Sancai, a low-grade spiritual root, water...fire and earth."

The girl was the last one to introduce herself. Her surname was Bai, and each character was a lotus.

"Two middle ranks, two lower ranks... It seems that what Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing said is true. The spiritual roots of most monks are in the upper, middle and lower ranks."

Thinking about it in his mind, Zhao Lin glanced at everyone, "Brother, I am a middle-grade spiritual root, but the spiritual root appeared too late, and I am not as good as you young talents."

Randomly bring up the topic, and skip the matter of the spiritual root attribute.

Several teenagers cast a sympathetic look at Zhao Lin. Although they don't know how to practice Taoism, they also know that no matter what they learn, the sooner the better.

Bai He comforted: "Brother is only a few years older than us. I heard from the garrison monks that persistence is the most important thing in cultivating the Tao. As long as you have perseverance, it doesn't matter if you are late."

He Shaoqun also said: "I have been lucky in three lives to be able to give birth to spiritual roots."

Zhao Lin laughed, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, senior brother, although I am old, I will grow stronger and stronger, and I have the heart to turn my head away!"

This sentence amused several people, and even Li Sancai, who had been expressionless, grinned.

Among the people present, except for Zhao Lin, it was the first time to travel far away, and they unconsciously wanted to talk to others and seek comfort.

Zhao Lin was well versed in human relationships and sophistication, and the atmosphere quickly became active, and everyone gradually became familiar with each other.

After chatting for a while, Zhao Lin suddenly remembered something, and asked, "You are young, and you went to the Xuanyuan Continent to practice Taoism, does your family know?"

"Know!"

Zhu Cong was the first to answer, "My parents are reluctant to part with me, so they decided to go there with me."

Zhao Lin glanced into the room and asked, "Where are they?"

Zhu Cong said: "The resident monk said that the family members and disciples took the boat separately, and they picked them up two days earlier." After speaking, he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes sadly.

"I only brought my mother."

He Shaoqun hesitated for a moment before telling his story.

He was born into a rich family, his father had one wife and three concubines, and his mother was just a maidservant, mother and son were always disliked at home.

So when he learned that he had spiritual roots and could practice Taoism, he decided to take his mother away from the family without hesitation, and left without saying goodbye, leaving only a letter.

Bai He's situation is a bit different, her father is a high-ranking official in Fucheng, and her two elder brothers are the owner of a martial arts gym, and the other is a wealthy businessman.

Although his parents agreed with him to cultivate immortals, they were reluctant to part with such a huge family business and did not want to go to Xuanyuan Continent with her, so they had to come here alone.

Zhao Lin thought for a while and asked, "Then your parents know about your cultivation?"

Bai He nodded, then shook her head again, "The resident cultivator told the whole story, but they disagreed, so the Taoist priest cast a spell to erase their memories within two hours."

There is also the spell of erasing memory?

Zhao Lin was secretly surprised.

(End of this chapter)