Taoist Master Xuanhuang

As Lao Cheng left, their discussion ended.

But the impact of the year-end meeting will not end in a short time, and will last for a long time.

As for the Hundred Arts monks who had been waiting for a long time, they selectively ignored other news and stared intently at the Second Hundred Arts Competition.

Some monks even couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Master, don't cry. The opportunity you have been waiting for has come. You should be happy." A young man comforted a Taoist who was dressed simply and looked very experienced.

"Woo woo woo woo." The Taoist also knew it, but he couldn't help it.

Thinking back on my nine years of persistence, I am filled with endless tears of bitterness.

Due to the success of the first Hundred Arts Competition, some Hundred Arts practitioners made the leap to join the Hall of Merit.

It was very enviable at that time, let alone ten years later.

The environment ten years ago was completely different from what it is now. Ten years ago, all arts were in decline and some projects could not even gather ten people.

Many of them were forced to participate, and despite their miserable status, they will be regarded as legends ten years later.

Who still remembers how miserable the first session was? All they see is how unattainable it is today.

Time is so magical. Projects that were once ridiculed and did not have enough people have now become widely circulated legends.

It was also from that day that many monks dedicated to the Hundred Arts began to work hard and look forward to the next Hundred Arts Competition.

If you can make a big splash, it's like a fish leaping over the dragon gate.

But, I waited and waited for more than nine years.

Who knows how they have been doing in these nine years?

If you want to improve your skills, you will need a lot of effort and hard work. In addition to practicing, almost all the effort is spent on improving your skills.

It can be said that the current Baiyi monks are in a very poor state.

It would be better if you had not chosen Baiyi at the beginning. At least you would not have to wait for nine years. You could have practiced hard in these nine years and would have achieved something.

What I’m afraid of is that after the first Hundred Arts Competition, I will start practicing all the arts.

How can one do two things at once, especially for them?

If you are proficient in a hundred arts, you must give up other things.

A cultivator as a whole can be divided into levels, realms and combat power.

The levels are easy to understand, there are nine levels of first-level Xuanbian, nine levels of second-level Tongxuan, and so on.

The realm is easy to understand. It mainly refers to the perception of the three attachments and the realm of will.

Combat power, as the name suggests, distinguishes the actual combat power value.

I dare not say all of them, but 99% of the monks of Hundred Arts have very poor combat power.

A cultivator who has not studied the hundreds of arts can spend all his efforts on improving his combat power, and even on his own realm of perception and the tempering of his will.

Naturally more powerful.

The monks of the Hundred Arts are different. Apart from the necessary levels of practice, they spend all their efforts on the Hundred Arts.

For example, he created a secret of a hundred arts, while other cultivators created a secret combat technique.

That's a big difference.

The fighting power of the Hundred Arts monk is very weak.

Therefore, during these nine years, many Hundred Arts cultivators gave up, feeling that there was no hope, and no longer devoted their efforts to their studies. Instead, they focused on improving their combat power, perception, etc.

Those who still persist today are all in a very poor state.

It's hard to say how they managed to hold on.

And they were all swept out of Qingyun Mountain and could only settle in Nanshi.

For example, the one in front of you is a Hundred Arts cultivator who has persisted for nine years and is a puppet cultivator of the Hundred Arts.

He has done in-depth research on puppetry and combined it with Taoist military tactics.

"Master is crying for joy, crying for joy, my disciple. Master has finally waited for it, has finally waited for it." The ragged monk didn't care if there were people around.

I really can't control myself, sometimes I feel very sad, sometimes very happy.

The people watching the fun around finally understood.

He was also a cultivator, dressed elegantly and said to the disciples behind him: "See? This is why I don't allow you to comprehend the Hundred Arts. Look at you, you are so miserable."

The five disciples, two men and three women, seemed to be deeply concerned about what their master said.

The eldest disciple asked, "Master, isn't this senior considered to have finally come to fruition after all the hardships he has endured?"

The eldest disciple, a heroic female disciple, asked in confusion.

"Ling'er, you are seeing things wrongly. How can this be called a happy ending after suffering? Your master clearly sees that this person is becoming increasingly destitute."

The eldest disciple Ling'er didn't understand.

The remaining four disciples didn't understand either.

"Master, I do not deny that the Hundred Arts Competition is an opportunity for a leap forward, and it is also a major event in our world of cultivation. It is precisely because of the efforts of these Hundred Arts cultivators that our world of cultivation has become more prosperous and more powerful, and we are all beneficiaries."

The master said earnestly that he did not look down on the monks of Baiyi, but respected them very much.

"However, there are gains and losses. If you are good at all arts, you will inevitably lag behind in cultivation. This is obvious to all."

The disciples continued to nod.

However, it is obvious that they cannot be convinced for this reason. It doesn’t matter if their combat power is low. Hasn’t the Hundred Arts Competition begun?

You can take this opportunity to enter the Hall of Merit.

Or if you can't enter the Hall of Merit, you can also be recruited by a big force.

After entering the Hall of Merit or a large force, is your combat power still low?

It’s just that the previous low combat power is the price of entering a big force or the Hall of Merit.

"The second point is also the most important. Do you think that a casual cultivator, or a cultivator of a hundred arts from a small force, can compare to a cultivator of a hundred arts trained by a large force?" the master asked again.

"This?" The five disciples seemed to understand.

"So, I said that this fellow Taoist will become more and more lonely. He has worked hard to study the Hundred Arts for nine years, but he is not as good as the Hundred Arts cultivators trained by big forces at great cost... He can't even enter the final competition. He is just cannon fodder who will be eliminated at the beginning or in the middle. Do you think he will become more and more lonely?"

"Hiss!" The five disciples finally understood.

It is indeed as Master said, as a casual cultivator, no matter how hard you try, you can never compare to the skilled cultivators in the big forces.

Of course, you can say that I am a genius, a genius in all arts.

That's fine, but is it possible that there are no talented people in all arts among the big forces?

This is still not comparable.

"Master, you have seen this, but can't this senior see it?" the eldest disciple Ling'er continued to ask.

"How can he not see it? He sees it more clearly than I do, but he is unwilling to accept it." The master said with a hint of meaning.

"Why?" Ling'er asked.

"First, giving up now is equivalent to denying the past. Denying the past has a price. It means that all previous efforts have been wasted. There is only one way to go."

"Secondly, if I gave up all the arts, how would the world know that I am proficient in all the arts and have mastered them to perfection?"

Ling'er understood.

One is that he is trapped too deeply and is unwilling to give up.

Secondly, where is the face? Where is the reputation?
"It's so difficult!" The youngest disciple, also a female disciple, said with emotion.

Her slightly young face, which was only sixteen or seventeen years old, was full of melancholy. She just liked to draw talismans.

The master had told her several times. "Is it true that I can't pursue what I like? If so, what's the point of practicing? How can I feel at peace?" the little disciple asked stubbornly.

"What is cultivation? It's simple. Cultivation is to transcend, to make oneself stronger. This is the fundamental. Or it can be said to be the fundamental for us, the little masters and apprentices of the casual cultivation. What do you think, Hui'er?"

The master asked seriously.

Although the young disciple Hui'er is not very old, he understands what his master means.

With a talent and background like mine, I really shouldn't have any extravagant expectations. My only goal is to practice and become stronger.

Because there is no foundation of willfulness and freedom.

"As for how to have peace of mind? That's easy to say. If you become strong, you will naturally have peace of mind. Otherwise, even if you have mastered a hundred skills, it will be difficult to have peace of mind. This is a problem." The master continued.

After saying this, the five disciples fell silent. Perhaps because they were young, they were still full of fantasies about spiritual practice.

What I hope for is to be free and unrestrained.

Unfortunately, this is not the case in the spiritual world.

Rather it is brutal competition, with a twisted roll.

If you don't work hard, others will surpass you and you will be eliminated.

"Hey, I am not an old antique, and I don't want to stifle your hobbies. I just hope you understand that everything has a price, and everything has a sequence... You must ensure that you practice hard. When you become powerful, I will not interfere with what you want to do."

This master is actually responsible.

Based on their strength, background, and talent, he showed the disciples the right path.

If all five of his disciples were geniuses, they would not have been accepted as his disciples. The major powers would have already scrambled to recruit them.

Isn't this a lack of talent?
You don't have the talent but want to be treated like a genius, or you don't have the fate but get the disease. This is not okay.

"I..." Huier wanted to say something.

"Okay, Fifth Junior Sister, stop talking." Senior Sister Ling'er stopped her.

The master has already said it very clearly, but it is difficult for me as the master to say it; you are not talented and do not have the ability to be willful.

She understood and realized her master's painstaking efforts.

If the five of us could make rapid progress in our practice, comprehending the mysteries would be as easy as drinking water, and tempering our wills would be as easy as walking, then... why would the master be so strict?

"Haha, of course, as a way to embellish and relax after practicing, I still support it. Just distinguish the primary from the secondary. Don't learn from this fellow Taoist. Do you understand?"

"Master, we disciples understand." The five disciples led by Ling'er said in unison.

suddenly!

"My fellow Taoist, I recognize your hard work in teaching your disciples, but I do not agree with your concept just now."

Suddenly, a voice came into the minds of the six masters and apprentices.

The six masters and apprentices were immediately shocked.

Comment on others or gossip about them naturally in a corner where no one can hear you.

The six masters and apprentices just found such a good location and didn’t remember there was anyone nearby.

How come there was suddenly one more person, and he was listening to the conversation between the six of us, the master and his disciples.

The master suddenly felt that something was not simple.

"Who is speaking such nonsense?" said a male disciple.

"Huichuan, shut up." The master scolded, and then he bowed and said, "I, Fang Man, greet this senior."

He was very panicked, fearing that his disciple's words would anger this person.

How could it be easy to get closer to myself without my knowing it?

Finally I saw the person clearly. He was dressed like a scholar and looked very peaceful, but he had an aura that made me feel ashamed at first glance.

It was as if this person was the embodiment of human wisdom and civilization, and I was just a poor primitive man.

"No need to be polite. It's my fault. I accidentally overheard your conversation between master and disciple."

The visitor was none other than Zuo Qiuming, the "street drifter" from the Confucian Temple area.

His greatest hobby is to travel around the South City in a changing manner whenever he has time. Recording the changes in the world of cultivation and recording the changes in this world is his practice.

Five years have passed. After the conversation with the Yellow River corpse catcher, Zuo Qiuming finally found his own way.

This is the true path of cultivation, not the previous path of improving the essence of the realm and then getting feedback.

His path is simple to say, it is still his old business. He uses time as a pen to depict the changing world. His insights are hidden in books, condensing the inspiration of heaven and earth.

Many insights are understood and recorded in the history book of one's natal treasure, which records the changes of a civilization and is nourished by civilization.

It is a kind of literary cultivation and also a kind of historical cultivation, just as he said with great ambition when he successfully created the law: to establish a mind for heaven and earth.

Anyway, no matter what, the technique is quite mysterious and can even be used as a form of exercise.

The way to cultivate luck.

This kind of practice seems extremely perverted.

The moment he succeeded in creating the law, the separated clone, in the face of his great perseverance, courage, and determination, directly became the main soul.

Directly achieve the second level of Tongxuan.

In other words, as soon as the method was created, it was successfully cultivated to the second level of Tongxuan.

What's even more cruel is that he condensed this clone in the human world into the main soul, and his sacred identity in the Confucian Temple realm became a clone.

I can only say it's too cruel.

The status of a fifth-level Venerable can be given up just like that.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that I really gave up, but I became a clone.

The one who remains in the human world is the true self.

The moment the deity had an epiphany, the technique was created and destiny condensed into the deity, which meant that the body of the deity was condensed by the destiny of heaven and earth.

What's even more perverted is that this original body also took back the line of cause and effect. All the traces, cause and effect of Zuo Qiuming's previous existence in this world, as well as the worship, incense, and beliefs of later generations were taken back.

This means that the Zuo Qiuming who died in the past is him, and the sacred Zuo Qiuming of the realm who has returned now is also him.

They all have the characteristics of returning to their own timeline.

Although this ability is driven by the destiny of heaven and earth, it is not something he achieved by himself.

But even if it was not done by myself, but was condensed by the fate of heaven and earth, it is not easy.

"My name is Zuo Qiuming. I don't quite agree with the idea you just expressed. Of course, you are right, but your approach is wrong." Zuo Qiuming has a very weird hobby.

I just like to be everywhere and I like to randomly give myself a name to pretend to be a senior.

Whenever they see something interesting, they will argue with people about it. This has spread throughout the entire Haidai Province.

It is said that there is a senior master who likes to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. If he is interested in you, he will disguise himself and argue with you.

It's okay if you can argue nicely, but if you get angry because of what he said, he will beat you up and you won't be able to beat him back.

Of course, most people who get beaten are the kind who become angry and embarrassed while talking. As long as you communicate in a calm and rational manner, everything will be fine.

Many people know this rumor.

However, no one knows the identity of this senior, it is very mysterious.

Fang Man was one of the people who had heard of this rumor. He didn't believe it before and thought it was just hearsay.

How could a senior be so boring that he likes to argue with others for no reason?

Just imagination.

...(End of chapter)