Although he was in a dream, Yun Zhong still breathed and inhaled as he wished, and there was mist-like inner energy gushing out from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. This method is called Laolong spitting beads. Although it can be operated freely in sleep now, it is not a new method. Wu Shuang had already taught it well at the beginning of Qi movement. However, due to the incomprehension of all the organs, it has been unable to function for a long time.
Having said that, the young man still worked hard, lucked out again and again, and was still able to function smoothly in his dreams. This was the benefit brought by diligent practice. Cultivation requires talent, but if you rely on an ancient and unparalleled talent, you will spend all day fighting eagles and playing with sparrows, making fun of beautiful women, and you will not be able to achieve such perfection.
There are many talented people in the world who are good at cultivating Taoism. It stands to reason that there should be no shortage of talents, but this is not the case. It is better to say that the sects with great reputation all over the world have been around for a long time, and the bone-touching method for estimating talents is still complete, so the chance of meeting good talents is higher; There are neither enough manpower to move around nor a complete bone-touching method. It is difficult to find a disciple with extraordinary talents. After all, with one's own strength, no matter how advanced the realm is, it is impossible to visit every corner. What's more, the bone-touching method has been spread for too long. It is difficult for a sect that does not exist in ancient times to have a complete method.
As for opening the door wide and allowing those of the right age to come and choose on their own, there is no way it is feasible at all.
As early as hundreds of years ago, there was the top Xianjia Mountain. It only accepted disciples and opened its gates to welcome people from all directions. Just looking at the scene, it was really an unprecedented event.
The bad thing is that just when the mountain gate is about to close and everyone in the Xian family is a little relaxed, dozens of masters rush in and kill all the gatekeepers who have not yet fully reacted. Then they join forces with the sect masters who have been hiding for a long time from the outside world to forcefully break through. Open the mountain gate formation and rush into it. The earthquake at Shanmen was originally designed to isolate people from other sects, and it was extremely powerful. With this support, there were very few attacks between sects on weekdays, and they were afraid of each other. But now that the mountain gate is wide open and people can sneak in, the difficulty of breaking through the formation has been reduced by several percent, and it is finally broken open.
In this battle, more than a hundred members of the sect who originally wanted to recruit disciples were not spared. The sect leader died in the battle. Even the young handsome man who came to be his disciple was not spared, and most of them were killed or injured. The family fortune accumulated over countless years was eaten away to nothing, the sect was almost wiped out, and it failed to recover for the next hundred years. Naturally, there is no need to go into details.
As soon as this matter caused an uproar in the world, of course they took it as a warning and stopped trying to recruit more disciples. As a guide to learn from past mistakes and future events, everyone must weigh their own sect and whether it has the power of the sect that unfortunately was exterminated.
In today's world, due to the lack of bone-touching skills, people tend to look for good disciples based on their own vision, which is more like a competition between luck and luck. From this, I have to say that Yunzhong is actually quite lucky.
In the past ten years, Wu Shuang almost saw with his own eyes that Yun Zhong grew from a toddler learning babbling words to a tall and tall young man step by step. As a master, Wu Shuang's mind was as clear as a mirror.
Not long after, Wu Shuang returned with his sword, smelled the fragrance in the carriage, and raised the curtain again with suspicion.
Seeing the young man sleeping soundly, still holding a bunch of plump grilled fish in his hand, he immediately understood what was going on and couldn't help but smile softly. Wu Dajianxian tiptoed and took out the grilled fish. Seeing that the boy had no intention of waking up, he lowered the curtain with confidence and leaned against the horse, munching on the snow-white fish meat.
The horse smelled the aroma of fish meat and turned its head to bite Wu Shuang while Wu Shuang was thinking. When a slap was placed on his forehead, his eyes as big as bells suddenly widened and he was quite dissatisfied.
"If you want to eat, you can recruit a disciple yourself." Wu Shuang said in a showy way.
The horse's hooves move lightly, and the green grass can barely cover the horse's hooves.
"Look, it's showing off again." Li Baoyu left a piece of talisman behind, quite angry. But when he turned around and looked outside, the Taoist boy still ignored him. He didn't know whether he didn't hear the master's complaint or was just too used to it. He still wrapped dozens of white threads from unknown sources around the ends of the vine branches with a meticulous and careful expression. Incomparable.
Of course, the old Taoist had nothing to do with the Taoist boy, so he walked out of the Taoist temple silently, suppressing the depression in his heart. The old Taoist said with a kind face, "Disciple, it's getting late. Do you think it's time for us to leave?" Seeing that the Taoist boy didn't mean to pay attention at all, the old Taoist was sad. Coming from it, a pair of cloudy old eyes were full of misery, but then he said: "We have moved several times in the past few years, and the earth shook when we used our magical powers. If you don't want to look back, what if something bad happens, such as falling down the mountain?" Go, what should I do as a teacher?"
Li Baoyu chattered for a long time before the Taoist boy wrapped the last piece of white silk in his hand tightly and walked back to the Taoist temple.
The old Taoist priest sighed when he saw this. Just as he was about to look back, he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly ran to the tree to take a look.
It didn't matter, one look at it almost made Li Baoyu spit out three mouthfuls of blood. There is some kind of white silk hanging on the treetop, which is obviously the hair pulled from his head.
After getting ready, the old Taoist closed the door tightly, sat on the futon, and muttered words, just like the kind of fortune teller who pretends to beg a few coppers in exchange for wine money. There is a Feng Shui compass under the statue of the Three Purities in the Taoist temple, which is the three combinations of three elements, which can determine the changes in various directions. The inner circle and the outer square are in line with the cycle of heavenly principles. Starting from the north, they are Renzigui, Chougenyin, Jiamaoyi, Chenxunsi, Bingwuding, Weikunshen, Gengyouxin, Xuqianhai and so on. Twenty-four directions.
The compass in front of the old Taoist is more than half a person wide. I am afraid that for the average old Taoist, moving the compass must be quite difficult.
The old Taoist shook the whisk and hit the compass several times in a row. With each stroke, the dusty compass vibrated several times. After three times, the compass no longer had any trace of dust and dirt and was as smooth as new. But the old Taoist still didn't stop, and between the ten fingers making seals, the Yin-Yang diagram stretched out from behind.
The faint brilliance reflected the entire slightly dim Taoist temple as if the lights were on, and at this time, the old Taoist's forehead was already covered with sweat.
There was a sound behind him, and the old Taoist was distracted to look, only to find that the Taoist boy was looking at the compass behind him, his eyes full of eagerness to try.
Li Baoyu was suddenly stunned. Usually, my apprentice never wanted to take another look at the compass, or even stay in the temple for a long time. Most of the time, he played outside the temple. Why did he suddenly change his temper and stop looking at the compass?
Maybe it was really sent by ghosts and gods, Li Baoyu asked tentatively, "Try?"
But what the Taoist boy said next made the old Taoist feel dazed for a long time.
"Just try it."
The Taoist boy with red lips and white teeth and a divine face stretched out his finger, and the compass needle pointed east.
As a result, the entire sky-piercing mountain peak and the Taoist temple suddenly lifted off the ground, but no sound was heard, just like the grass growing and the orioles flying, as it should be.
The mountains are suspended in the sky, with birds and animals flying on them, and lush green forests passing through the vast sea of clouds, dozens of miles above the ground.
Yun Zhong had already been called out by Wu Shuang. He happened to raise his eyes and saw the magnificent scene in front of him. He didn't close his jaw for a long time.
Above the sea of clouds, an old man with white hair and beard walked out of the Taoist temple. His laughter shook all directions, and he waved far away in the direction of Yalong Forest. There were several white threads hanging from the treetops around him, fluttering in the wind.
"Look, you are just talking about me, so it's your turn to show off." Wu Shuang tore off some fish meat and fed it to the horse beside the car, but there was no trace of annoyance in his words. He lowered his head and whispered a few words to the young man, and then smiled. Look at the flying peaks in the sky.
The sky is full of flying peaks, summer trees and clouds.
The young man bowed to the distant peaks on the horizon, kowtowed again and again.
"Best farewell to Master."
