Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

"Mingya, you don't have to be so polite... eh?"

The old immortal who was pounding medicine was extremely casual.

Seeing Mingya bowing, he immediately shook his head. Even though he was over a hundred years old, his voice was as loud as thunder and buzzing, and he stepped forward to help him up.

only……

Hasn't come close yet.

He seemed to have noticed something and subconsciously looked up, looking past Taoist Mingya and at the group of people behind him.

Just one glance.

The old immortal who was pounding medicine was stunned where he stood. He wondered how could he encounter ghosts in the Taoist temple on the fairy mountain in broad daylight?

Infinite Heavenly Lord.

What did you see?

One, two, three...three complete practitioners?
The peak of Qi refining and foundation building.

There was also a great monk whose depth even he couldn't figure out, but just standing there, he gave him a sense of being unfathomable.

How can it be?

He returned to his origin and stayed in the mountains for nearly a hundred years.

When he was young, in order to seek the true way, he traveled around the world for more than 30 years.

After a lifetime of hard work and diligent practice, he has only just established a foundation.

Even if you look at the dozens of Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, Confucian schools, hundreds of practitioners, and those who live in seclusion all over the mountain, there are not many people who can reach his level.

This is because he lived long enough.

In addition, he has been practicing in a blessed place.

I have come to this point only by collecting magical herbs from the mountains.

And these guys in front of me.

Only the guy with deep brows and a restrained fierce look was a little older, and the rest were at most in their twenties.

What were you doing when you were twenty?
After becoming a disciple, he spent the whole day collecting herbs, chanting scriptures, meditating, and reading. As for spiritual practice, he was only then able to feel the flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and could even be considered to have crossed the Dragon Gate.

If I hadn't entered the secular world in the following years, observed the rivers, lakes, seas, mountains and swamps, and gradually gained enlightenment, pushing open the door to the realm of Tao, how could I be where I am today?
"Old Master?"

Mingya was still hunched over.

Seeing that there was no movement outside, he subconsciously looked up.

But the old immortal in front of him seemed to have seen something that shocked him greatly.

At this moment, he could even feel the corners of his eyes twitching.

And those big, rough hands.

Hanging in mid-air.

It is shaking constantly.

His lips moved, and I couldn't tell what he was mumbling.

Mingya was confused.

He came to Yaowang Temple to pay him a visit many times.

In my impression, the old immortal is as dignified as a mountain and as profound as the sea.

Even if the mountains collapse and the ground collapses, it will always be as stable as a mountain.

It is a famous high-maintenance road on the mountain.

It was the first time he saw such a change in him. For a moment, he didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

"I have met the old master."

A moment of silence.

It was Chen Yulou who reacted first. He clasped his fists and saluted seriously.

We may have heard the truth at different times, but it is reasonable and moral to treat this centenarian old immortal with respect.

"Meet the old master."

He finished speaking.

The four people behind him, Partridge Whistle, Kunlun, Yang Fang and the old foreigner, also clasped their fists and bowed.

"Fellow Taoists, you're welcome."

Master Guiyuan finally came to his senses.

He was indeed shocked.

The word "cultivation" sounds simple, but each step is extremely difficult.

There are countless fellow practitioners on the mountain, but I have never heard of anyone who can build a foundation at the age of thirty.

Seeing everyone being so polite.

He did not dare to put on airs, so he took off his sleeves, adjusted his Taoist robe, bowed, and responded seriously.

"Tao...fellow Taoist?"

Listen to this name from his mouth.

The look of astonishment on Taoist Mingya's face became even more intense.

Taoist friends cannot be used easily.

It means having the same ideals and practicing the same techniques.

Taking him as an example, he is at least a Taoist, or one of those Taoist hermits in the mountains, so it is not an exaggeration to call him a Taoist fellow.

As for Master Gui Yuan, he had extraordinary qualifications in the Taoist sect and could be regarded as a fellow Taoist by him.

They are either Taoists of the same generation or cultivators of the same realm.

but……

These two seem to have little to do with Chen Yulou and his group.

wrong.

Taoist Mingya looked at Partridge Whistle suspiciously.

He had actually wanted to speak several times before in the temple, but he never found the opportunity.

He was wearing a Taoist robe, a Taoist bun, and carrying a long umbrella behind him. Both his appearance and temperament made him undoubtedly a Taoist.

perhaps……

Is this the Taoist fellow that Guiyuan Lao Zhenren was talking about?
But it still doesn’t make sense.

How old is Partridge Whistle?

Even if you start practicing from the moment you are born, it will only be twenty or thirty years. Even if you are gifted, it is impossible for you to reach the level of an old immortal, right?

Mingya thought about it over and over again, but still couldn't figure it out.

But he didn't dare to ask rashly.

"Where are you from?"

Gui Yuan's mind was on those few people and he didn't notice the change in his expression.

"Replying to the Immortal, Chen was born in Xiangyin, but... this time I came from the northwest, passing by the foot of the mountain, and came to visit the Taoist on the mountain."

Chen Yulou responded calmly.

"Xiangyin?"

Gui Yuan raised his eyebrows.

I thought to myself that I had never heard of any great Taoist master in Xiangyin.

Or is it that he has been in the mountains for these years and is unaware of the changes in the world? Otherwise, how could I have never heard of such a talent?

As his thoughts flowed, Gui Yuan looked calm and nodded peacefully.

"That's not far."

As he spoke, his gaze turned to Partridge Whistle.

"I haven't asked for your name yet. Which immortal mountain do you practice in?"

thump—

Seeing that the old master's attention was on him.

Partridge Whistle's heart sank.

The person in front of him was not like the Taoist Mingya, but a real foundation-building cultivator. The flow of Qi in his body could not be hidden from his divine eyes.

Now that he was asking, it was obvious that he was trying to find out his identity and background.

He coughed softly.

Partridge Whistle suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and dared not think about them randomly.

"When I was young, my master took me to the mountains to practice for a few years. Now there is no mountain gate."

"Oh?"

Gui Yuan frowned even deeper.

This kind of thing is not uncommon, but the problem is that to be able to see the physique and talent, the person must have some Taoist skills. Moreover, in just a few years, he was able to overcome the big and small dragon gates and build a foundation.

This is not just determined by one's physique.

Inherit the skills!

That's right.

In the Dharma Ending Age, practicing cultivation is already as difficult as ascending to heaven. Many people are stuck at a bottleneck and cannot make any progress. In fact, the biggest reason is that the inheritance has been broken.

The road ahead is blocked.

How can we talk about practicing?

"I wonder who Master You is?"

Gui Yuan asked himself if he had lived for more than a hundred years.

Even if you have never met a Taoist figure, you have at least heard of their names.

"This……"

The old foreigner standing next to him couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

I was worried about my senior brother.

They are from the same school.

How could he not know what was going on with his master? How could he bring a Taoist priest back to the mountains to practice? This was almost out of line.

The Banshan lineage originates from the Shuanghei Mountains on the Peacock River.

The Taoist priest is just a person who travels around the world to open coffins and rob tombs.

As for why he hasn’t taken off his Taoist robe yet.

It's because I've been like this since I was a child and I've gotten used to it.

I didn't expect that I would actually meet Da Dao Gao Xiu on this trip up the mountain.

Not only him, but also Partridge Whistle's eyes could not help but flash a trace of panic. This so-called old Taoist was simply someone who had a sudden inspiration and used Chen Yulou's experience.

But he knew nothing about the old Taoist's name, background, or Taoist name.

"cough……"

Chen Yulou, knowing that the two were about to be exposed, coughed lightly.

"Replying to the Immortal, that senior's name is Wuyazi, but I don't know whether it is a Taoist name or a self-name."

Having said that, Chen Yulou did not forget to look at Partridge Whistle and blinked calmly.

"Right, Brother Dao?"

"Yes, my master called himself Wuyazi. I once asked him about his origins, but unfortunately, he was unwilling to talk about it until he passed away, leaving only a name behind."

How clever is Partridge Whistle.

I immediately understood what he meant.

He nodded immediately.

"Wu Yazi?"

I heard this name.

Gui Yuan was even more surprised.

He frowned and thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out which Taoist in the world of martial arts over the past hundred years had this name.

"This... Please forgive me for my shallow knowledge. I have never heard of it."

Taoist Guiyuan couldn't ask any more questions. After all, the man came to the mountain to visit him. If he asked so many questions, wouldn't it be like interrogating a criminal?
Hear this.

Chen Yulou just smiled and shook his head.

How could Taoist Guiyuan have heard of it?

After all, Wuyazi is a character that exists in the books of Mr. Jin Yong.

Even if it really exists, we have to go to the Xiaoyao Sect in Wuliang Mountain to look for it.

What’s more, it happened more than a thousand years ago.

Even though Taoist Guiyuan was knowledgeable and experienced, he could never have imagined this.

"Old Master, shall we go in and talk first?"

Mingya finally reacted at this time and whispered a reminder.

"Oh, yes, look at this old Taoist's brain, he is almost getting confused."

The old master slapped his forehead and smiled apologetically.

"Fellow Taoists, please."

"Old Master, please go first."

How could Chen Yulou dare to be so arrogant? He immediately stepped aside and firmly asked him to go first.

Guiyuan was not polite either.

He led a group of people straight to the backyard.

After walking around the hall, the people who were a few steps behind looked at each other and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If Chen Yulou hadn’t reacted quickly just now.

I'm afraid the truth will be revealed now.

Partridge Whistle even wondered whether he should change his clothes after leaving the mountain.

It used to be for convenience.

But after the trip to Shuanghei Mountain, the curse was broken and he no longer had to suffer this torture or go to the trouble of searching for the pearl.

Anyway, it’s just about practicing, it doesn’t matter whether you wear the Taoist robe or not.

"Everyone, please!"

While he was thinking, the old master had already pushed open a wooden door and invited everyone in with a smile.

As soon as he got close to the door.

The rich aroma of various mixed medicinal herbs wafts into the air.

In just a moment, Chen Yulou identified at least six or seven kinds of major medicines.

But he didn't hesitate at all and walked straight over the threshold.

only……

Once inside.

Even he was a little surprised.

Everywhere you look, you see medicinal herbs piled up like mountains.

Those that are simply dried are placed in bamboo sieves, those that are ground into powder are packed in porcelain bottles and stored in cabinets, and those that are sliced ​​are stored in ceramic jars.

There are also whole herbs, such as ginseng, which are preserved most meticulously.

On the open ground, scattered around were medicine pounding pots, jars, and pestles, some made of stone and some made of bronze. At a glance, there were more than ten of them.

Several people came in behind him.

See this scene.

In a trance, I thought I had entered a medicine storehouse.

"I usually act according to my own whim. Fellow Taoists, please forgive me."

Seeing a group of people looking surprised.

Taoist Gui Yuan sneered.

"Master, you are joking. I came here without any invitation and disturbed your meditation. I feel really bad about it."

Chen Yulou waved his hand.

In my heart, I finally had a concrete impression of this old master.

No wonder Taoist Mingya said before going up the mountain that he had been making medicine all his life.

Judging from the current situation, it may take at least a hundred years.

The guest is the host.

The group did not dare to hesitate.

He walked around the medicine pounding area and went to sit down on the coffee table in the middle of a pile of cabinets.

It's called a coffee table.

It's actually a desk.

The table is full of ancient books and scattered prescriptions.

Although he knew why the Medicine King Temple was built, Chen Yulou couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration when he saw it with his own eyes.

At the age of Guiyuan.

He needn't have worked so hard.

The little Taoist boy came in and boiled water and made tea for them, then closed the door and left.

Listen to the noise.

Little Qingxu also followed.

Obviously, they were two friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time and decided to take this opportunity to have a good time.

The group didn't care.

Just chatting around the fire.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask you just now, where is Daoist Fellow Chen registered?"

Master Guiyuan picked up the teacup and took a sip.

He has now temporarily accepted what Master Wuyazi, the Partridge Whistle's master, said.

But he was an experienced man, over a hundred years old, so how could he not see that the group was clearly led by him?

The key is.

Although he couldn't see Chen Yulou's realm.

But that invisible aura is hard to describe.

At least above the foundation.

But he couldn't see exactly how far it would go.

"Old Master thinks highly of me. Chen is just interested in cultivation and is just practicing blindly."

I know I can’t hide it from the old master’s sharp eyes.

Chen Yulou was not surprised, he just waved his hand and said casually.

"If you practice blindly, where will I, a Taoist priest, stand?"

Gui Yuan sighed, and a bitter smile appeared on his weathered face.

He really spoke from the heart.

Looking back on most of his life, he had devoted almost all his efforts to spiritual practice. If he had just been practicing blindly, he would have lived a hundred years in vain.

"I have never heard of anyone with the talent of Daoist Fellow Chen in my life."

Chen Yulou has an extraordinary temperament and a bright gaze. It is impossible to tell his age, but he would probably be no more than thirty.

Twenty-something years old, at the peak of foundation building... or even at the Golden Core stage.

It's more than unheard of.

Even the founders of various sects cannot achieve this, right?

"You are really too kind, old Master."

"Chen's cultivation level is... insignificant."

Hear this.

Taoist Mingya, holding the teacup and always considering himself as a junior of the old immortal, finally realized it.

The hand that was stroking the long beard on his chin trembled and he almost pulled a handful off.

It turns out that when the old Taoist called him "fellow Taoist", he was actually talking to Mr. Chen from the beginning to the end?
I thought he was a child of a distinguished family.

I'm just curious about practicing Buddhism and retiring to seclusion.

This is how you climb mountains in heavy snow.

Little did I know that I was the one who was not seeing the true master in front of me.

"Not arrogant or impatient, with a heart as deep as a well, Chen Daoyou has a kind heart."

Guiyuan did not notice Mingya's change.

At this moment, his face was full of emotion.

There was even more admiration in the look he gave Chen Yulou.

Be calm but not arrogant, and keep away from leaks.

How many people can do it?
Even he was frivolous when he was young, especially during the decades he spent wandering the world. He always felt that all the practitioners in the world were just like him.

Until I see it more often.

After discussing with those masters, I realized that there are always people better than you.

So he resolutely returned to the mountain.

He took over the pestle left by his master and stayed in this back hall for decades.

To be fair.

If I were twenty years old, I would have entered the foundation-building stage or even the golden elixir stage.

Not to mention the Yaowang Temple, even Changbai Peak, Zhongnan Mountain, and even the whole world cannot contain him.

"I have traveled to many places over the years and visited many famous mountains and rivers. The old Taoist is the first high-level Taoist I have ever met."

Chen Yulou said seriously.

Before this, he only knew that Cui Daocheng and Cui Laodao had achieved Taoism.

A spur of the moment decision today.

I never thought that there really were great masters in the mountains.

"Practicing the last stage of the Dharma, the Dao is not obvious, and it is indeed difficult to enter the Dao."

"Or maybe it's just an old guy like me, hiding in the mountains and not wanting to see anyone."

Gui Yuan shook his head and smiled.

Although he has an easy-going personality, he doesn't easily meet people.

If Mingya hadn't introduced us today, at most we would have been received by a few Taoist children.

"Too."

Chen Yulou nodded.

The world is so big, how can what you see be just the tip of the iceberg?

Just like Mingya seeing himself.

Even if an immortal were to pass through a busy city without revealing his true form, he would probably find it difficult to detect him.

Next.

The group chatted about some spiritual matters.

How could Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner be willing to miss such a good opportunity? So far, they are still exploring on their own.

Now that the old master is in person, naturally I will accept his advice.

Guiyuan also welcomes everyone who comes.

Just think of it as sitting and discussing the Tao.

In fact, they are all following the path of inner alchemy, but the methods are different. However, they can reflect each other and express their own opinions, which is of great benefit to one's own practice.

"Oh, by the way, old master, there is one more thing."

"In this realm of cultivation, apart from Qi Refining and Foundation Building, could you please tell me how the paths ahead are divided?" (End of this chapter)