The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

"Junior brother, you're out here, and I'm inside. I'll handle this matter before you return. And please come back safely..."

Meanwhile, Wang Jiuling, who had placed his hopes on Zhen Zhibing, was discussing philosophy with Wang Zhongli and Peng Si on Mount Tiantai.

Peng Si said the following:

"Fellow Daoist Qingyang, I am not seeking fame or fortune. I only wish that my alchemy can be passed down through generations, so that no one will remember it a hundred years from now."

"If you want to become the leader of Quanzhen, you must surpass me in alchemy. If you are not even as good as me, then you are just talking nonsense."

Peng Si stared intently at Wang Jiuling, while Wang Zhongli beside him watched the scene with great interest.

Wang Jiuling nodded; he naturally wouldn't refuse. "If I lose, it's because my skills are inferior, and I have nothing to say."

"This discussion must have a beginning."

Wang Zhongli smiled and poured tea for the three of them. "How about we talk about where to begin with alchemy?"

The saying goes, "Everything has a beginning and an end; only with a beginning can there be an end."

Wang Jiuling and Peng Si nodded in agreement.

Wang Zhongli raised a question:

"Our lineage of alchemy emphasizes the dual cultivation of body and mind, but there are very few people in the world who can cultivate both at the same time."

If one is to preach the Way, is it better to cultivate one's character first, or one's destiny first?

Wang Jiuling thought for a moment. "If one cultivates one's life first, but one's mind is not pure, the body will become a burden, and one will have to endure the karmic fire, living in constant fear."

It's like a castle in the air.

Wang Jiuling recounted the evil people he had killed over the years in his fight against demons and for the sake of justice, some of whom were also evil Taoist priests.

He used his experience to prove it: "Some people have a lot of skills, but their inner selves are like a rotten ball, unable to support their appearance. In the end, they harm themselves and others, and it is too late to regret it."

These words made Wang Zhongli and Peng Si nod in agreement, both of them deep in thought.

Beside him, Peng Si's disciple Xiao Tingzhi sat at a distance, listening to the teachings.

He looked at Wang Jiuling, then at Peng Si, curious about how his master would answer.

After a long while, Peng Si shook his head.

"Cultivate your nature first. You will only be able to sit alone in the deep mountains, but most of the suffering in your mind comes from the body."

Without a physical foundation, how can one cultivate the spirit?

Peng Si also mentioned the many alchemists and Taoist practitioners he had met over the years.

"Some people live in seclusion in the mountains, seeking only to break through their mental barriers, but due to their lack of talent, they sit in the mountains for decades without making any progress."

In the end, it's all just empty talk; a serious illness in old age can bring them down, and all talk of spiritual cultivation is useless.

If your body collapses, how can you cultivate your character?

Peng Si's words also make sense.

Wang Zhongli nodded, looked at the pensive Wang Jiuling, and smiled as he summarized.

"That's why I think we should fix them all at once! That way, nothing will be left behind!"

He pointed to the teapot and teacups on the table. "Wouldn't it be improper of me to pour tea for only one of you?"

However, both Wang Jiuling and Peng Si shook their heads in denial. "There's always a first-come, first-served order."

Peng Si pointed to the teapot.

"How can I pour tea if I hold the teapot handle in one hand and the spout in the other?"

Now, the situation was completely deadlocked, with each of the three sticking to their own opinion.

It is said that all Taoist alchemists are one family, but even one family has different ideas.

Peng Si looked at his disciple Xiao Tingzhi.

"Ryouko, what do you think?"

Xiao Tingzhi was startled and realized that she was leaning forward and her head was sticking out.

It turned out that he had been so engrossed in listening to his master and the two fellow Daoists discussing the Dao that he had lost his composure.

He immediately sat up straight.

"Master, this disciple does not know."

What you're saying makes sense.

Peng Si looked at Wang Jiuling. "Fellow Daoist Qingyang, look at my disciple. He is currently in a state of confusion and cannot even articulate a reason."

If it's as you say, cultivating one's nature before cultivating one's destiny, then I'll send him to the deep mountains for arduous cultivation.

Without the guidance of a renowned teacher, he might never have grasped the key to it in his entire life.

Xiao Tingzhi suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly. "Master is absolutely right!"

At this moment, Wang Jiuling did not object; instead, he looked at the teapot on the table and laughed.

His mastery of the Innate Skill almost completely cleansed his marrow and bones, leaving him with clear thinking and free from the obstruction of illusions.

He grabbed the teapot and placed it in front of him, with the handle facing him and the spout facing Peng Si.

"Fellow Daoist, look at this teapot. If the spout were pointed at you, could you still use it to pour tea?"

Peng Si shook his head. "No."

Wang Jiuling then looked at Wang Zhongli.

Wang Zhongli reached out but found it difficult to grasp the handle; he could only hold the spout. "Is it barely acceptable?"

Wang Jiuling then turned the teapot around so that the handle faced the two of them.

"And now?"

The two exchanged a glance. "That's fine."

Xiao Tingzhi also stared intently at Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling smiled and nodded. "That's right, just like this teapot, it has two sides. You can hold the handle, but you may not be able to hold the spout."

Different people sit in different positions, so the teapot needs to be turned in different directions.

Therefore, I believe there is no solution to this situation.

Some people are exceptionally gifted, while others are dull-witted. Some excel at studying, while others excel at martial arts.

Whether one cultivates their character first or their destiny first, there is no single right approach; only what suits each individual.

"When we preach, we should first consider which person is suitable for us."

Wang Jiuling shook his head.

"So there is no winner or loser in this game, nor should there be. The three of us have misunderstood."

At this moment, a glint flashed in Peng Si and Wang Zhongli's eyes, and the confusion in their minds dissipated, only to realize that they had just deviated from the essence of cultivation.

They're only thinking about winning and losing.

Peng Si cupped his hands in greeting to Wang Jiuling. "Fellow Daoist, the three of us should strive together!"

Wang Zhongli nodded with a smile. "Absolutely, absolutely!"

At this point, the tea in the cups was no longer too hot; the temperature was just right. The three of them raised their cups to drink the tea and stopped arguing.

Everything is just right.

Xiao Tingzhi opened her mouth slightly, looking at the three people laughing and drinking tea, and couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

He took out the paper and pen he had prepared in advance.

Xiao Tingzhi was skilled in drawing and often used drawings to aid in the interpretation of Taoist principles. At this moment, he couldn't wait to draw the teapot.

I also drew three small figures and wrote annotations to make it easier to study.

He just felt that Master Qingyang should have won, because what he said made the most sense.

Xiao Tingzhi was very surprised; he had never seen anyone who could win a debate with his master.

Moreover, the Qingyang True Man is so young; it's truly admirable...

Xiao Tingzhi carefully put the drawing away. Over the years, he had been following his master and compiling his own Taoist scriptures.

This is his path to growth.

This page is truly important.

Wang Jiuling stayed at Tiantai Mountain for half a month, enjoying tea and discussing philosophy with his two fellow Daoists every day.

That's how friendships among Taoist priests work; they discuss Taoism and become good friends.

After all, being in sync with each other in thought is the most precious thing.

As for the upcoming Taoist alchemy ceremony, Peng Si also said he would support it.

Finally, half a month later, Wang Jiuling bid farewell to the two and embarked on his journey away.

He wanted to send Shi Jingqing to Lin'an to settle things with Shi Songzhi.

At the same time, he should return to Xiangyang before heading to the Mongol camp.

As for that Minister Shi, I wonder if he foresaw his impending doom?

Of all people to offend, why did he have to offend Wang Jiuling?