Mushroom Man

Chapter 23: Seeing Kindness and Recognizing the Thief as a Father

The next day.

The birth of the Wuxiang inheritance, after a whole day of fermentation, has become a hot topic and everyone knows about it.

Most of the Wuxiang True Teachings that gushed out of the nine-story bronze tower fell into the hands of the three families, and the rest were taken by Wu Xingzhe and Master Wen.

Only a very small number of independent cultivators were lucky enough to find some that slipped through the net.

Most of these formless true teachings are ordinary mushrooms and mushroom recipes of the first to third levels.

The value is mediocre and it is difficult to catch the eyes of experts.

Of course, this is just the news on the surface.

After all, if someone really got the true secret of becoming an immortal, who would easily make it public?

Wu Liang, the instigator of this turmoil, didn't care about it at all.

He knew very well that these so-called true teachings of Wuxiang were just appetizers used by Wuxiang Will to attract more people to participate in Wuxiang inheritance.

How can there be anything really good in just an appetizer?
Therefore, Wu Liang's mind was not on these trivial matters at all.

He focused all his energy on how to deal with the upcoming interrogation.

"Senior Brother Sekong, Master Wen and Master Wu Xingzhe have just returned from outside and have paid their respects to the abbot."

"The abbot sent a message asking you to come over."

At this moment, the voice of a monk was heard outside the Zen room.

When Wu Liang heard this, he understood.

What is supposed to come finally comes...

He stretched, casually put on a white monk's robe, and pushed the door open and walked out.

Since he had no memory of Sekong, Wu Liang had no idea where the abbot usually was.

So he had to pretend to be lazy, lag behind half a step, and let the other monks lead the way.

Fortunately, there were no accidents along the way.

Wu Liang hesitated and finally came to a Buddhist temple.

The Buddha Hall enshrines Pudu Tianzun.

The altar is filled with tall incense sticks and curling green smoke, which looks solemn and dignified.

"He is Abbot Shanren?"

Wu Liang looked into the Buddhist hall, and his eyes fell on the old monk who was sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha.

Although the old monk is very old, his spirit and energy are still as strong as ever. He is beating a wooden fish and chanting scriptures in a low voice.

At first glance, he does have the demeanor of a high-level monk.

Wu Xingzhe and Nun Wen were already here, standing on the left and right behind the old monk, reporting something in a low voice.

"Is this really happening?"

"Don't wrong my child."

Abbot Shanren stopped the wooden fish and spoke in an inexplicable tone.

At this moment, the monk outside the door called out, "Abbot, Sekong is here."

Upon hearing this, Master Wen and Monk Wu turned to look at Wu Liang who was standing at the door.

Wu Liang remained calm, but he was startled in his heart.

Abbot Shanren raised his eyelids slightly and cast his gaze over as well.

He frowned, looking displeased.

"Sekong, what are you standing there for?"

"Come here quickly and let your father see if you have lost weight?"

Wu Liang heard the concern in the abbot's words, and felt relieved. He walked over confidently.

"Dad, I was just too playful this time. I didn't expect that I would capsize in the ditch and was almost killed by a young boy."

Abbot Shanren nodded slightly, looking Wu Liang up and down, left and right, as if he was really checking whether he had lost weight.

"Well, let bygones be bygones."

"You are still young, your six senses are not yet pure, so it is normal for you to be playful for a while."

"Your safe and sound return is better than anything else." Abbot Shanren spoke in a gentle tone, with a kind face and a benevolent look, looking like a loving father.

Seeing this, Wu Liang sneered in his heart.

Sekong caused such a big disaster, but he didn't receive any blame at all.

No wonder Sekong is so arrogant and fearless.

I think if anyone has such a doting fifth-level father, they would become arrogant.

It can even be said that Sekong's arrogance was the result of the kind-hearted abbot who had a beastly heart but a human face.

"Look at my son, how thin he has become."

"He used to be plump and white, but now he's so skinny. He must have suffered a lot, right?"

"But it's better this way, so you don't forget your lesson and cause trouble everywhere."

Abbot Shanren patted Wu Liang's shoulder gently as he spoke.

"It's been very chaotic outside lately, so just stay in the temple and don't go anywhere else."

"You have a Grade A Dantian, and it's been six months since you opened your mind, but you've only just reached the peak of the first transformation. You're being too lazy."

"This is a good opportunity to improve my cultivation and strive to succeed my father as abbot as soon as possible."

Wu Liang originally planned to make full use of the temple's resources as the son of Abbot Sekong to improve his cultivation and increase his strength.

Abbot Shanren's move undoubtedly played into his hands.

But considering Sekong, he might be a playboy who is uneducated and has no ambition.

Wu Liang had no choice but to pretend to be reluctant and did not respond for a long time.

When Abbot Shanren saw him like this, his originally gentle tone suddenly changed.

"Color and emptiness."

"You usually play around and cause trouble. Your father doesn't blame you, but you must never neglect your cultivation."

"You are my only son, and I hope you can take over the fertility temple."

"Don't let your father down..."

Wu Liang originally wanted to act it out again, but he soon realized something was wrong.

Abbot Shanren seems to be very concerned about the practice of color and emptiness...

Although it takes half a year for the Dantian of Sekongjia and others to reach its peak, it is indeed a bit slow, but it depends on who you are comparing it with.

You have to know that if it were the geniuses of the three families with B-grade dantian, even if they practiced diligently, it would probably take them only half a year to reach the peak of the first level.

Sekong was a playful and lustful monk, but he was able to reach this level of practice in just half a year, which was obviously quite outstanding.

However, even so, Abbot Shanren was still not satisfied.

The high hopes he placed on Sekong must be quite high...

There might be some secrets that he doesn't know about.

Wu Liang took this into consideration and made timely adjustments.

He suppressed the reluctance on his face, lowered his head, and said respectfully: "I understand, son."

"Don't worry, Dad. After this battle, I have deeply understood one thing."

"If you want to provoke someone, you must first possess the power to make them unable to resist."

"If I had your level of cultivation, even if I wanted revenge, I would probably have to keep it to myself."

Upon hearing this, the wrinkles on Abbot Shanren's face relaxed and he burst into laughter.

"Well, well, well, you are worthy of being my son, Sekong."

"I'm very pleased that you think so."

"Now it seems that I am not sure. I have to thank that villain named Wu Liang for opening your eyes."

When he said this, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes fell on Wu Liang.

"I almost forgot to ask..."

"I heard that when the Wuxiang inheritance was born, you sent the monks away and stayed alone with that thief for a while."

"You two were the only ones present at the time. I wonder if you saw who opened the bronze door and initiated the Wuxiang inheritance?"

(End of this chapter)