This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 164: Crazy Cultivator Daoyan
Dingzhou, located at the northern foot of the Taihang Mountains, is also one of the places Zhuang Lin visited many times during this period.

At this moment, Zhuang Lin was walking along the Dashaha River. There was a road along the side of the river. Even though his location was relatively remote, there were still pedestrians passing by from time to time, and there were occasional boats sailing on the river.

Dingzhou Zhongshan City, as an important city, is now in the hands of the Xianbei Murong clan, known as the Great Yan Kingdom.

This made Zhuang Lin think of Murong Fu in "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" who was determined to restore his country when he first arrived.

Although this place was occupied by the Xianbei dynasty, in Zhuang Lin's opinion, everything seemed to be no different from the place where the Han dynasty was located. It was obvious that it had been deeply influenced by Han culture.

Of course, Zhuang Lin did not come here to understand the situation of various countries in this era. He came here mainly for one person, to be precise, to contact a sect in the Zhenyi Dao.

As a special classification among the various paths of cultivation in the current era, the Zhenyi Dao has always been considered an unstable category in the eyes of outsiders, but in the cognition of the Zhenyi Dao practitioners themselves, they are the inheritors of the aspirations of the ancient immortals and are the representatives of the contemporary cultivators.

Although practitioners who follow the True One Path are very unstable in the eyes of practitioners of other paths, they are an important force that can be contacted in Zhuang Lin's heart.

They may be crazy, but at least they are all people who pursue the cultivation of truth, so it is easy for them to have a common language and even a common goal.

Moreover, madness is in the eyes of others. Zhuang Lin needs to witness it with his own eyes. Even if they are really a group of madmen, they are a group of madmen with ideals and may not be unable to be helpful.

In theory, the Taoist temple of the Yanzhen Sect of Zhenyi Dao should be located in the northern foothills of Taihang Mountain.

Although the range provided by Xi Miao is still very broad, there is one person who is more specific.

A native of Hebei during the Eastern Han Dynasty, he was the only surviving true disciple of the founder of the Zhenyi Daoyan sect, and was known as Daoyanzi. In the cultivation world, he was called Daoyan Zhenren, but over the years, more and more people privately called him Crazy Cultivator.

At this moment, Zhuang Lin was walking along the bank of the Dasha River, holding a scroll in one hand and a thin pen in the other, writing a sentence from time to time.

He could practice cultivation and do his work at the same time. Now, in addition to coming into contact with the True Oneness, Zhuang Lin must not neglect his cultivation either.

Because of Wuming's appearance, Zhuang Lin has a clue about his Yuanshen cultivation. What he writes on the book at this moment is also a deduction of the true Yuanshen realm cultivation.

As he was walking, a faint mist seemed to appear around Zhuang Lin, and an umbrella gradually turned from vague to substantial. Then an unknown figure appeared under the umbrella, revealing a faint sense of nothingness.

Zhuang Lin just glanced to the side and continued walking, thinking and writing, while Wuming seemed to have been walking with him with an umbrella from the beginning and began to narrate casually.

"Sir, your calculations are ingenious and your deductions are incredibly accurate. I can confirm that the old monk is the benevolent form of Mokajieti. He is strong when evil is strong and weak when good is weak, and he is weak when evil is weak and strong when good is strong. When he wakes up, it should be the time when I severely damaged the evil Buddha in the Linglong Pagoda!"

Zhuang Lin nodded.

"As expected, very good, very good!"

This is definitely good news, and it also gives Zhuang Lin more options for his plan.

"However, how did you know so much with just a Dharma name, and even knew the results so accurately? You also said that the mysteries surrounding the Five-Colored Divine Peak were so chaotic that even you would have difficulty in understanding the truth."

"Guess!"

Zhuang Lin smiled and glanced at Wuming, which made the latter slightly stunned. A guess?

What Zhuang Lin said was true. It was indeed a guess, but he was also guessing by standing on the shoulders of giants.

People who have lived through the information explosion era have seen countless works including movies, TV shows, picture albums, novels, and dramas. Knowing that the old monk's Buddhist name is Mo Ke, it is not difficult for them to come to similar guesses.

"How's it going over there now?"

Zhuang Lin asked again, and Wuming told him what he knew.

"In addition to cleaning up Foguang Temple, Shen Qingyou and the old monk planted a lot of vegetables in the temple's many open spaces. Although Foguang Temple still doesn't attract many people, he would carry vegetables to Xiangyang City to sell. Although he didn't come into direct contact with the doctor, he would always pass by the clinic with his load. He couldn't enter the prison, but he delivered vegetables a few times."

Zhuang Lin nodded, but suddenly looked towards the river on the side. Wuming also made a similar move, but at the same time, his figure gradually faded and disappeared.

A piece of dead wood floated down the river bank at some point, and on this dead wood lay a sloppy Taoist with gray hair.

One of the Taoist's legs was bent, while the remaining one and two hands were immersed in the water. Half of his body and a piece of hair were obviously soaked by the water. He was lying on his back with his limbs spread out, rising and falling with the waves. Coupled with the faint smell of alcohol wafting from him, he looked like a drunkard who was almost drowned.

However, the drunkard who was originally lying on the dead tree suddenly turned his head and looked at the shore on the side, and saw a Confucian scholar standing there holding a book and a pen.

The sloppy Taoist was confused for a while. Why did he feel so strange just now, as if two people were looking at him?

However, looking at this scholar's face as clear as jade and his aura pure and flawless, he is obviously a good seedling!
The sloppy Taoist suddenly had an idea and wanted to turn over. Perhaps he forgot that he was floating on the river, and he moved too much and fell into the river with a "plop".

Zhuang Lin looked at the person floating down from the dead tree lying on the river, and knew in his heart that he had finally met him this time. However, before he could think about it, he saw the other person fall into the river.

The sloppy Taoist fell into the water and immediately sobered up, but he did not get up from the water immediately. Instead, he had a secret idea.

It’s a good opportunity to test this person’s character!
So the sloppy Taoist began to struggle violently in the water.

"Ah, help me. Cough cough cough. Help me, wuwuwu."

Zhuang Lin stood on the shore and raised his eyebrows. His acting was pretty good, so he shouted a few words as well.

"Alas—someone fell into the river—"

Passersby nearby heard the words and looked into the river. Seeing this, they also started shouting.

"Someone fell into the river--" "Help quickly!" "Boatman over there, please save him--" As people were shouting, Zhuang Lin looked into the river again and found that under the feet of the struggling man, there were several strange shadows twisting in the water, and several hands grabbed the man's clothes and trouser legs in the water, trying to pull him deeper into the water.

Water ghost!

Zhuang Lin understood immediately, but it was obvious that those water ghosts could not harm the sloppy Taoist priest. When he was struggling for help, they stepped on his head several times and he disappeared without a trace, drifting away with the current.

Naturally, no one except Zhuang Lin could see what was happening underwater.

Although there were not many people nearby, they gathered in twos and threes. A small boat also came over following the sound. But before everyone could come to rescue him, the Taoist who was floundering and shouting for help came closer and closer to the shore. He lay on the shore in a very desperate posture, seemingly out of breath and exhausted.

But when they saw the person who fell into the water, even though his hair was disheveled and he was soaked, it seemed that some people recognized him.

"Oh, it's him! That crazy Taoist!" "Hey, go away!"

"I shouldn't have stopped if I had known!"

"Young man, please leave quickly and don't get entangled with me."

An older man approached Zhuang Lin, took his arm, walked a few steps away and gave him a warning. Zhuang Lin looked at him in surprise.

"Why does this old man say that?"

"Alas, this guy is crazy, insane, and difficult to deal with. You can't afford to offend him. Just listen to me and leave!"

After the old man finished speaking, he left quickly. Zhuang Lin seemed to be thinking about something, but did not follow him. The old man looked back and saw that Zhuang Lin did not leave, but he did not say anything more and left on his own.

The sloppy Taoist lying on the river bank and looking breathless took a look and immediately groaned.

"Ouch. Ouch, someone come and save me, I have no strength left and I can't get up."

Zhuang Lin, holding a book and a pen in one hand, approached the shore again, and the sloppy Taoist also smiled.

Sure enough, the young Confucian scholar walked up and stretched out a hand, and the sloppy Taoist also stretched out his hand.

“Young people are kind-hearted.”

As the sloppy Taoist said this, his palm had been grasped by the other party. Then he felt a strong force coming. With a "splash" sound, his body brought up a string of water splashes and was lifted up from the water. Then, he fell to the shore with a "plop".

After Zhuang Lin pulled the man up, he waved his hands. The sloppy Taoist seemed a little confused, and only then did he look up at the man in front of him in surprise.

"Wow, young man, you have so much strength. Do you have any martial arts skills?"

It is not possible for everyone to pull a person with half of his body submerged in water to shore by himself, let alone pull him up in such a way that his body is almost suspended in the air.

Zhuang Lin smiled when he heard this.

"The art of a gentleman is martial arts, so how can he not value martial arts?"

The sloppy Taoist wiped his face, shook off the water on his head and body, and nodded.

"Makes sense, Han?"

"Not bad!"

That's no wonder, the sloppy Taoist nodded again. If they were Xianbei, how could a martial scholar not carry a sword? It was the Han students. Although the situation was much better, they were still subject to some constraints.

"Young man, you've saved me, and I, the Taoist priest, will certainly repay you. Let's go, let's go to the city! I'll help you eliminate the disasters in your life and gain wealth from all directions!"

The sloppy Taoist priest stood up shakily and stretched out his wet hand to put it on Zhuang Lin's shoulder.

But at the same time, Zhuang Lin had already transferred the pen from his left hand to his right hand, and he used the pen handle to pick it up when his palm was about to touch his shoulder.

"That's no need!"

The sloppy Taoist's eyes lit up, and he put his left hand up, then almost leaned his entire body towards Zhuang Lin. His movements seemed lazy but were extremely fast.

"That won't do, that won't do, how can I not repay a favor!"

If he really leaned on him, half of his clothes would be wet. Zhuang Lin turned around and moved away, but the Taoist seemed to have hooked out a foot while swaying, and was about to hook Zhuang Lin down.

However, Zhuang Lin almost pushed his left foot hard on the ground at the same time.

With a slight "bang" sound, the Taoist's foot hit Zhuang Lin's leg and was almost immediately spread apart. His already swaying body actually spun in the air several times, bringing up a patch of wet river water.
When he turned sideways, the Taoist turned his feet, swung out a rope in his hand, and a gourd was tied to his head. It actually went directly through the back of Zhuang Lin's waist. It was about to wrap around his waist, but at this moment, a pen hit the gourd.

With a "dong", the gourd and the rope returned to their original path.

With a "click~" sound, the Taoist turned twice in the air and fell to the ground, leaving a large patch of water.
What a handsome skill! The Taoist exclaimed in his heart, but his face was very sad.

"Oh, young man, how can you be so arrogant? I'm weak, can't I even lean on you?"

(End of this chapter)