Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 26 Jin Shilun

Kang Dabao entered the inner room, took a closer look at the man on the couch and couldn't help but praise him, saying, "What a handsome young man."

Among Kang Dabao's two disciples, Han Yundao is also considered handsome, but on the one hand, he is still young and has not yet fully grown up, and on the other hand, his appearance is relatively tougher. Today, he was completely outshined by the young man in white.

Kang Dabao repeated the same trick and used the Qingqi spell that he had used to save the woman.

Mr. Zhang's "Drunken God Powder" sounds very famous, but it is just some mortal tricks. The Qingqi Curse can naturally be easily resolved.

"It's bad!" The young man suddenly jumped up after waking up, and then found that the scabbard at his waist was empty, and his heart sank.

The next moment, the old man in a turban beside him comforted him, "Don't panic, Young Master Jin. The bandits have been killed by this immortal. We are safe now!"

"Jin Shilun thanks the immortal for his rescue." The young man was stunned for a moment, then after tidying up his clothes, he bowed to Kang Dabao and felt emotional in his heart that this immortal was not as sage-like as the ones he had seen before.

"You're just lucky," Kang Dabao waved his hand, "Young people should not try to be brave when encountering things. Remember to do things within your ability."

Kang Dabao also sighed. If he hadn't heard on a whim that there was a village woman who had the unique skill of roasting elbows with her hands, how could he have come to such a poor village.

If he hadn't come, the young man would have surely died tragically.

"Shi Lun will remember the immortal's teachings." Jin Shi Lun's tone became more respectful.

"What are your future plans? Are you willing to practice Taoism with me?"

Kang Dabao suddenly asked, "For many years, the sect has been sparsely populated, and there have been no disciples for many years. Oh, no, Mo Er has recently joined the sect.
Kang Dabao saw that the young man had a heroic spirit. If he had spiritual roots, he might be a good candidate. It would be a good thing to bring him back to the sect and let him practice Taoism well.

As for the sword skills that the old man in the robe beside him had been praising and regarded as a golden rule, Kang Dabao didn't care too much about it.

Because the future of warriors in this small world is really limited.

Even if one goes through a lifetime of hardships to reach the realm of Martial Master, who is revered as a god by ordinary people, he still cannot withstand a fireball attack from an entry-level Qigong practitioner.

There is a qualitative difference between the two and they cannot be compared.

"Disciple is willing!" Jin Shilun was excited when he heard it.

He came from a good family, so how could he not know how lucky he was to have the opportunity to cultivate immortality and seek the truth?

Although he was overjoyed, he still pretended to be calm, suppressed his joy, and bowed to the old man in the robe with an envious look on his face.

"Okay, then let's test whether you and I are destined to be together." Kang Dabao showed no joy or sadness on his face. Whenever he met a young man or a child he liked along the way, he would test them.

All in all, I'm afraid we've tested nearly a hundred people, and not a single one was missed.

A lot of martial arts secrets and gold leaves have been given out, so I don't have too much hope.

He took out the spirit measuring ruler from the storage bag and lightly tapped the "Four Spiritual Roots." Kang Dabao sighed, feeling both happy and regretful.

According to common sense, such talent is rare among mortals, but Kang Dabao still holds on to the hope of encountering a peerless genius.

But people who participate in lotteries always hope to win the first prize. This is what is meant by "getting something and wanting more".

"My name is Kang Dabao, the seventh-generation head of Chongming Sect. You will be my third disciple from now on. Chongming Sect is not a direct descendant of the Taoist sect, but a small sect of miscellaneous families. Therefore, we will not pass on the Taoist name and certificate. You can continue to practice under your lay name. There are no sect rules or teachings in the sect. You only need to remember four words when doing things and practicing: have a clear conscience. These are your two senior brothers, Han Yundao and Duan Anle. There are also your two uncles in the sect. You can pay your respects to them later."

"Congratulations, Junior Brother." Han Yundao and Duan Anle stood beside him and congratulated him with their hands clasped.

Jin Shilun didn’t know whether the four spiritual roots were good or bad, nor could he tell the difference between the orthodox Taoist school and the miscellaneous small sects.

He only realized that he had been accepted as a disciple by Kang Dabao and was able to join the immortal sect. He could no longer suppress his joy, and his face was filled with joy. He grinned and responded respectfully.

Then he respectfully greeted his two senior brothers who were a head shorter than him. He was so happy that he puffed out his chest and put his hands on his hips, looking very proud.

"There is no time in the mountains. Do you want to go back and give instructions to your family members?"

Kang Dabao asked again. He looked at the new disciple carefully again. His martial arts figure combined with Pan An's appearance seemed a bit unfair.

What a handsome and graceful young man! I couldn't help but praise him in my heart, and admired him even more.

"I am the eldest son in the family, so I should ask for leave from my master and go home." Jin Shilun said again.

"Junior brother, we haven't entered the Tao yet, so we can't call you 'Master'. We have to call you 'Master'." Duan Anle corrected him.

Seeing Jin Shilun's puzzled expression, Han Yundao also explained: "The so-called 'Master' is like a teacher and a father. Before we have crossed the threshold of entering the Dao, we can only call him 'Master'."

Jin Shilun suddenly realized what was going on and immediately admitted his mistake and changed his words.

But then Duan Anle asked again: "Where are you from, brother?" "My home is near Baili Gongxing Village." Jin Shilun, who was much taller than Han and Duan, lowered his head and answered without any impatience.

"I wonder who else is in my family, brother?" Duan Anle continued in a pretentious tone, his senior brother's addiction completely aroused.

"The Jin family is a big clan in Gongxing Village. I have my great uncle, my father, a dozen aunts, dozens of brothers and sisters, and nearly a thousand blood relatives."

Duan Anle, who came from a small family, was shocked when Jin Shilun mentioned the dozens of his brothers and sisters.

The immortal ancestor of his Duan family had difficulty in having offspring, and by the time it came to his generation, it was already a tragedy in the world where only one person was left to guard three gates. The entire Duan family combined did not have as many brothers and sisters as Jin Shilun.

Han Yundao didn't react much. The Han family was also a big family in Chongming Sect.

Although he has fewer brothers and sisters-in-law than Jin Shilun, he has far more aunts than Jin Shilun, so he doesn't think it's strange.

"Master, everything is fine. What do you think?" Han Yundao showed hope on his face, and Duan Anle also looked at him eagerly.

"Since you said that everything is fine, let's go to Shilun's home. If Shilun's relatives are willing, they can also be taken to Chongming Sect for resettlement."

Kang Dabao saw that his two disciples were not satisfied with being senior brothers, so he was happy to give in to their wishes. But if they slacked off in their cultivation again after returning to the sect, he would beat them with the ruler in his hand.

As for whether the Jin family is willing to migrate with the master and his disciples, it is hard to say.

Judging from Jin Shilun's conversation, we can also know that the Jin family is probably a local tyrant in Gongxing Village, and they may not be willing to follow Chongming Sect and be humble.

There are many martial masters in some big villages and towns, and ordinary Qigong practitioners will not provoke them.

If their luck wasn't really bad, like they did in Yema Village and encountered some ruthless evil cultivators like the Four Ghosts of the Liu Family, the big families in such a large village wouldn't have a bad life.

After hearing Kang Dabao's promise, the three disciples were delighted. The old man in the silk scarf also tactfully concealed his sadness and smiled apologetically.

"I see that this village is in ruins, and most of the young and strong have died. The leader of this group of evil bandits will surely not let it go. With the remaining old and weak in the village, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to live in peace here. I wonder what your plan is, old man?" Kang Dabao suddenly had an idea and thought of sending the Buddha to the west.

"What's your plan?" The old man in the silk scarf shook his head and smiled bitterly, the wrinkles between his brows deepening.

"To be honest with you, Immortal, these are just some rootless people who are trying to escape the harsh government and survive, so they built a camp here to protect themselves. How can we call it a plan? Even if there is no wind, we dare not stay here any longer. We have to find another place to build a camp. Let's just live one day at a time."

"A few hundred miles west from here is the headquarters of our Chongming Sect. If you are interested, you can pack up the baggage and money in the village and go first with your men. I will rush to meet you after I finish my work with you."

There are still tens of thousands of mortals under the jurisdiction of Chongming Sect today. Most of them are the mortal relatives of Chongming Sect monks of past generations. Of course, there are inevitably some mortals who join the sect.

This is the number after the last master passed away, and the uncles moved away many of their mortal relatives. Otherwise, the number would have been much higher.

After all, mortals under the protection of monks have no worries about taxes, fire or water disasters, or bandits. They live a happy life and are naturally happy to reproduce.

Therefore, if we move these hundreds of desperate mortals to the sect now, with the number of mortals under the sect's jurisdiction, they can be easily digested without any harm.

Of course, people without roots and connections will not have an easy life there. It is not a paradise there. There are still exploiting classes and local tyrants and evil gentry everywhere.

But this is inevitable. For most people, being able to live in peace without any risk to their lives is already satisfying enough.

"Kou Yunsheng thanks the immortal for his great kindness!" The old man in the silk scarf was so happy that his face was covered with tears and snot. He immediately paid homage and kowtowed repeatedly.

Country folk like him can get the protection and shelter of monks without paying any price. I wonder how many lifetimes of blessing it took to accumulate this.

Kang Dabao didn't care about Kou Yunsheng's reaction. He just mentioned it casually, so it didn't matter whether it succeeded or not.

Then he took out three small emerald green swords and handed them to Kou Yunsheng, saying, "Then pack up your things first. Here are three talismans. It's no problem to deal with ordinary things. Before using, just spray the blood of a boy's tongue on the sword. Keep them for self-defense. If you really encounter a blind thief, you can also report my name to Chongming Sect to discourage the villains."

This kind of talisman can be made easily by ordinary Qi-cultivating monks, and the materials used are not very valuable. It can also be quite powerful when used by ordinary people, so it was given away casually.

Of course, for a wild village leader like Kou Yunsheng, it is worth a fortune.

Any force in Pingrong County that is capable of competing with these three talismans should at least have heard of the reputation of Chongming Zong.

As for the Niulizhai team, what should they do if they encounter villains who are not afraid of the name of Chongming Sect?
What else can he do? Kang Dabao himself probably can't afford to offend such people. If he meets them, he will just do whatever they want. It's useless for him to think about it.

Even Kang Dabao himself was not sure whether he would run into some giant demon who had been sleeping for ten thousand years as soon as he went out tomorrow, and would sneeze in his face and kill himself.

In this world, no one can say what they want, not even the Nascent Soul Patriarch.

Without waiting for the latter to bow again, he called his three disciples to get on the donkey cart and asked Jin Shilun to drive to Gongxing Village.

　I'm at home now, so it's a little late to post today. Thank you all for your recommendations.
　　

(End of this chapter)