Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

After living in the mansion for three days, Zhao Lin decided to visit the two garrison monks who led him into Cheng Huazong.

It is the duty of the garrison monks to discover people with spiritual roots, but since he is back, he should meet with the two of them for reasons.

Zhao Lin left the mansion alone, walked out of the city through the north gate, and came to the unnamed mountain outside the city.

"Congratulations to Junior Brother Zhao, I haven't seen you for a year, and my cultivation has reached the second level of Qi Refining. I'm really happy to congratulate you."

Zhao Lin came to the thatched hut on the mountainside. Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing walked out of the hut and said with a smile.

"I would also like to thank the two senior brothers for leading the way."

Zhao Lin also responded politely.

Now he can already see the cultivation realm of the two of them, the young Lu Qing is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and the elder Huang Zhuosong is at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

At that time, he didn't understand why the two of them were willing to stay in the mortal world, but now he understood that what they did was naturally to accumulate good deeds.

"To be honest, we have been stationed for these years, and we have also attracted several disciples. You are the first one to come back to see us."

Huang Zhuosong said with emotion, and asked Zhao Lin to sit down at the wooden table in front of the house, while Lu Qing went back to the house and took out the tea set, and poured a cup of tea for everyone.

"Come back to visit relatives, drop by."

Zhao Lin thanked him and took a sip from his teacup.

"How is Junior Brother Zhao practicing in the sect?"

Lu Qing helped to fill up the tea, sat down and asked casually.

"It's not bad. Speaking of it, I have to thank the two guides."

While talking, Zhao Lin took out ten spirit stones from the lock bag and put them on the table.

"A little thought, no respect."

Both of them were taken aback, Huang Zhuosong asked in surprise, "Where did Junior Brother Zhao get this spirit stone?"

Lu Qing also said: "I remember that the disciples did not have a monthly salary in the first year of joining the sect. Has the rule changed?"

"The rules haven't changed."

Zhao Lin smiled, "It just happened to be a little credit, and the Zongmen will reward you."

"Then we won't accept it. You just entered the sect and are short of spirit stones, so keep them for yourself."

"Yes, we are stationed here, and the sect has spirit stones to distribute."

Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing refused.

"I still have it here, you two just accept it."

Zhao Lin waved his hand and insisted: "The spiritual energy here is thin, and the spiritual stones issued by the sect must not be opened and used."

Huang and Lu couldn't refuse, so they each took five yuan, and they all bowed their hands to express their thanks. Five spirit stones are not too much, but this kind of gesture is really rare.

"By the way, when I passed Sanshan Island, I saw more than 30 teenagers with spiritual roots coming out of us this year. How many of them were found by the two of you?"

Hearing Zhao Lin's question, Lu Qing rushed to answer: "This year is very lucky, we found four teenagers with cultivation qualifications."

"Not bad! Congratulations to the two senior brothers. This time the reward must be a lot of good deeds."

The two listened with smiles on their faces.Isn't it for the purpose of accumulating good deeds that they persist here?

The three sat at the table and chatted for a long time, and Zhao Lin asked a lot of questions about cultivation.

Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing seldom deal with their colleagues on weekdays, and they both know everything to say,
Zhao Lin learned from the conversation that in order to become a garrison monk, one needs to master three spells: qi-watching technique, phase root technique, and worry-free technique.

Needless to say, the Qi Wang technique is used to observe the spiritual energy, while the phase root technique is to observe whether a mortal has a spiritual root.

The combination of the two is the main means for the garrison monks to find those with spiritual roots.

The Forgetting Worry Technique can erase a mortal's memory for a period of time, and it can be used as a remedy after the news is leaked.

The three chatted happily, and it was not until noon that Zhao Lin got up to leave.

After leaving Wuming Mountain, Zhao Lin went to Xingyunzong again.

On the one hand, visiting the former martial arts master, on the other hand, letting outsiders know that he is still alive, is good for the family and the country.

"Elder Zhao is back!"

As soon as Zhao Lin showed up, the disciples guarding the mountain informed the head and elders of the news.

Although Zhao Lin resigned from the position of law enforcement elder before leaving, the sect still reserved the elder seat for him.

Hearing the news, Qiqi, the Yuanjing elders of Xingyunzong, came to the mountaintop hall.

The leader Lu Chaohuan, the inner elder Yang Lin, the Xianyun Hall Pan Yue, and the five elders of the Wuxiang Academy all rushed over.

"Where did Elder Zhao travel this year? Do you have any understanding in martial arts?"

Lu Chaohuan asked.

"Back to the head, our Da Yue has a vast territory, and we can't finish it in a lifetime, and the younger generation can only walk around."

Zhao Lin shook his head lightly, and said with a smile: "There is some comprehension, but there is no breakthrough in martial arts."

Leaking the heavenly secrets is harmful to the other world, Zhao Lin is inconvenient to say more, so as not to provoke Tiandao's anger.

Lu Chaohuan saw that Zhao Lin claimed to be a junior, and there was no arrogance in his words and demeanor. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Elder Zhao is too modest. The current status of the sect is all due to the contributions of Elder Zhao over the years."

"The head of the sect has won the prize. Without the sect's efforts to cultivate it, how could I have achieved anything."

Zhao Lin said modestly, he didn't feel that way at all after he heard someone say that they treated ordinary people like ants after they practiced Taoism.

The people I saw in the past few days were all my relatives and friends, how could it be possible to feel superior to others as soon as I practiced Taoism?

If you really think so, then do you think of yourself as an ant in the face of Jindan cultivators?
Whether it is the world of martial arts or the world of cultivating immortals, one should stick to one's heart and not forget who one is and where one comes from.

After chatting for an hour, Zhao Lin had a general understanding of the current situation.

Overall, the development of the sect is thriving, and outstanding disciples from the Dancing Elephant Academy and the inner courtyard are emerging one after another, so there is no need to worry about talent shortage in the past 20 years.

When the sun was setting, Zhao Lin got up to say goodbye.

Lu Chaohuan and others sent him out of the hall all the time.

After Zhao Lin left, Yang Lin glanced at Lu Chaohuan, "Brother Lu, your cultivation level is the highest here, what do you think Elder Zhao's cultivation level is now? How far has he reached in martial arts?"

Lu Chaohuan shook his head and smiled wryly: "I can't see through it, I can only say four words: unfathomable."

……

On an island hundreds of miles away from Sanshan Island, two men and a woman dressed strangely appeared.

The Taoist robes worn by the three are somewhat similar to those of Cheng Huazong, but different.

Cheng Huazong's Taoist robes are smooth, generous and natural, while the Taoist robes of these three people are cut straight, looking stiff and rigid.

Moreover, the appearance of the three of them is also somewhat different from Cheng Huazong's, with slightly curved noses, relatively narrow and long eyes, and a short stature.

"Interesting, there is actually aura in this small world, and the territory is vast, so there are so many blood food."

Standing in the middle was an ugly old man, his voice was as hoarse as a beast roaring, "Such a good place should belong to our Dark Sect."

The inhabited small world under the Chenghua sect was never open to the foreign sect. These three people sneaked into the Hanchi world through the time-space rift. After a few days of observation, they had a general understanding of this place.

"Elder Songmu is right, only our Dark Sect is worthy of such a vast land!"

The burly middle-aged man next to him licked his lips and looked at every plant and tree on the island with burning eyes. (end of this chapter)