"Okay, forceful melons are not sweet. Since you are eager to go back, then there is a small condition."
The old Taoist priest had no consciousness of taking people by force and then buying and selling them.
Seeing that the little guy on the other side was listening attentively and really wanted to negotiate terms with him, he pointed outside and said, "No matter what method you use, if you kill that little killer of three calamities within three moves, I will let you go."
Otherwise, no need to discuss it, it’s such a simple matter.
I often think about the blurry figures scattered in the darkness.
If this condition were reversed and he was killed by the killer within three moves, he would definitely be able to accomplish it easily without blinking an eye.
From this point of view, the old Taoist priest did not intend to let him go back, and did not even bother to negotiate with him on any terms.
Also, a weak ant like him has no qualifications to negotiate terms with the other party on an equal footing.
I often think about the sadness and loss that fills my heart, and I am frozen in place.
There was silence in the darkness. I don't know how much time passed, or maybe it was just a short moment.
He forced himself to calm down again, and said to the old Taoist priest who was still turning over his memory images with great interest, "Taoist Master, I don't know what you have ordered from me this time."
He is not a stubborn person who has gone all the way to the dark side. He has changed his way of dealing with the old Taoist priest.
To untie the bell, you must tie the bell, and he will not give up easily.
The appearance of the old Taoist priest on his own initiative was his opportunity, and he had to seize it. Otherwise, if he relied on himself to search like a headless fly, he might not be able to see the powerful old Taoist in his life. The way out still lies with the old Taoist.
Hate to hate, it is obvious to me that I like the way you can't stand me and can't kill me.
When he encounters a piece of air-dried old hob meat, what can he do if he doesn't strategically compromise?
The old Taoist priest was very satisfied that the little guy could calm down so quickly. With a touch of his hand, all the images turned into colorful light spots, decorating the dark space like a starry sky. He coughed lightly and said
"In the past, every three or two hundred years, the old Taoist would deliberately give some opportunities to a young boy with good qualifications in the Qingyuan world, hoping to create a great monk with good character who could replace the old Taoist priest. Guarding the Qingyuan Realm will allow the old Taoist to travel far away with peace of mind."
Chang Siguo didn't interrupt. From the beginning, it seemed that the old Taoist priest was going to have a long talk, and it was impossible to keep it short.
As for the dangerous situation in the outside world, it is nothing compared to the opportunities in front of us.
Now that the old Taoist priest has shown up to meet him, the "little killer of three tribulations" as the old Taoist calls him can still cause a little bit of trouble.
"I've trained about forty or fifty of them before and after. The old Taoists usually don't interfere in the way of cultivation. They are allowed to develop independently and rely on their own opportunities. So far, there are only a few who have survived. It's a pity. None of them were very successful, and they failed to live up to the hard work of the old Taoist. They fought with each other endlessly and made the Qingyuan world a mess."
"The old Taoist believes in letting nature take its course and governing by doing nothing. Apart from punishing two incompetent guys who treated people like animals and whose Taoist hearts were broken, he has rarely shown his face in the Qingyuan world over the years. There have always been legends about the old Taoist in the mountains, but It’s just a legend.”
The old Taoist priest's tone was quite melancholy, very much like a parent facing a naughty child who hates iron.
Chang Siguo despised the old man's laissez-faire attitude in his heart.
It’s the fault of not raising a good father, a formula that children in previous lives would have memorized, and the old man lived to be some kind of animal in his old age.
Let them develop, and they won’t grow into crooked-necked trees without frequent reminders or occasional pruning or cutting of leaves.
Calculating silently, there are forty or fifty monks created every two or three hundred years. Taking the average, it takes more than ten thousand years. If what the old Taoist said is true, it is too scary.
At least 10,000 years old
Long live my Lord.
The old Taoist priest put his hands behind his hands and walked under the bright starry sky, and continued
"The old Taoist saw that they were really making trouble, so he changed his mind in recent years. Every hundred years or so, he searches for and brings in a new soul he likes from the outside world, hoping to cultivate an executioner who can restrain them and prevent those guys from making trouble. They acted recklessly, but unfortunately none of them could grow up smoothly, and they all died midway."
"And you are the ninth person selected by the old Taoist to be the executioner. If you are qualified, you can naturally go back with your magical powers. Otherwise, it is useless to talk more. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them now. I will meet you next time. I don’t know when or if it will be, and there is a possibility that I will never see him again.”
Chang Siguo was silent for a while, but the old Taoist's words were clear enough.
What he is facing now is a dead end. There are no conditions to negotiate and he can only go all the way to the end.
What an unthinkable disaster. Why was he chosen by the old Taoist to drag him into such a dangerous situation?
It also made him understand that not all time-travelers can be successful.
The eight unlucky soul-wearing souls in front of him, the earliest one should be an ancient person from the Northern Song Dynasty, and the latest one is a modern person from the Republic of China. They died in a foreign land, and all of them died without a trace left.
After carefully reviewing all the words of the old Taoist, Chang Siguo found that there were a few strange things in them, so he raised his hand and asked rudely, "Taoist Master, all the previous candidates for punishment, they died halfway, is it related to those few people?"
The two of them knew who those people were.
He keenly discovered that there was a problem in this. Since the old Taoist was dedicated to cultivating punishment masters, there should be one or two who could grow up.
The old Taoist smiled and said, "You are right, it really has something to do with a few of them. Although they are not very effective, after so many years, their magical powers cannot be underestimated. In addition, their disciples, disciples, disciples, turtles and grandsons are crawling everywhere, as long as there are some clues. , they are the masters who would rather kill by mistake than miss.
"So, from now on, you must remember not to use the name of Lao Dao, and you must not even mention the name of Lao Dao, otherwise you will be killed."
Chang Siguo almost scolded her, because the old guy was too partial and preferential to those incompetent people. He just slapped them to death. The world would be peaceful and everything would be fine, and he would use the bullshit excuse of "let nature take its course and rule by inaction".
According to his guess, it is probably an accident due to the danger of raising tigers and the big tail.
The old Taoist priest is probably restricted by other rules, otherwise he would have to take off his pants and fart.
Chang Siguo warned himself not to be angry. There is no need to be angry. Anger cannot solve any real problems.
He forced himself to calm down and not worry about the details, and continued to ask, "Taoist Master, since you have chosen to let this junior become the candidate for the executioner, can you give this junior some convenience in cultivation?"
This convenience is the benefit of living a long life.
What kind of cultivation resources, profound secrets, natural materials and earthly treasures, etc., the more the merrier
He had just tasted the benefits of the earth spirit liquid.
The old Taoist shook his head slowly, "The old Taoist has a lot of good things in his hands. The question is, do you dare to accept it?"
Chang Siguo was stunned.
This won't work, that won't work either, he's too cowardly to be chosen as the executioner.
Clay figures also have three points of fire energy.
Chang Siguo groaned a few times and really wanted to give up, but he didn't even have a choice. He had no choice but to say, "The health-preserving skills I practice are taught by you, Taoist Master. In this way, as long as I appear in their sight, It’s not like he’s dead.”
"That's not the case. The health-preserving skill does not belong to the Qingyuan world in the first place. It just has some connection with the branch of Taoism. It was compiled by the old Taoist from ancient Chinese books. No matter how good they are at it, it will not be blamed on the old Taoist. As long as you If you don't tell yourself and go out to seek death, they won't cause trouble for you."
"Uh, that's it."
Chang Siguo thought about it, and the old Taoist's words revealed several important pieces of information. He hurriedly held his hands and said, "Then please trouble the Taoist Master and teach me some life-saving skills that do not belong to the Qingyuan world."
This is called beating a snake and following the stick. The old Taoist priest has no other excuse.
Besides, there is a "Three Tribulations Little Killer" out there who wants to cause trouble for him. With his "inaction" and deadbeat temperament, I'm afraid he won't be able to rely on him to save his life. In the end, he will have to find a way to solve the trouble by himself.
"Haha, you are quite clever. I am able to meet you this time because you absorbed a drop of earthly spirit fluid, which increased your spiritual power and touched the trace of divine will buried deep in your soul. I came here to see you fooling around. How's it going? Not bad, I didn't disappoint the veteran, I'm getting started."
What the old Taoist said made Chang Siguo roll his eyes wildly in his heart.
Being so irresponsible and not explaining anything, just dragging people over to let them go wild is really a scam.
The old Taoist waved his hands and spread a little bit of light, falling on Chang Siguo's blurry figure, and said
"If it is taught too much, you will not be able to accept it with your current state of cultivation. Instead, it will leave traces. I will use the Chinese Taoist method to give you some pointers on your existing skills and techniques. You can slowly figure out and understand by yourself, and you will gain something." How much, it all depends on self-enlightenment. If the old Taoist gives you too much, it will harm you."
This statement is straightforward, and I often think about it thoughtfully.
Perhaps the old master allowed him to grow up because he had learned the lesson from the previous executions that caused the candidate to die prematurely. He tried to interfere and participate as little as possible. He could detect some vague feelings in his mind and quickly bowed to express his thanks.
I heard that the old Taoist meant that I couldn't stay for long, so I took the time to ask for advice, "Taoist master, some Qi practitioners have noticed this junior and realized that I took someone else's body and still treated me as a Taoist friend. How should I deal with myself in the future?"
He was talking about Xu Yunlou, the only person from the mountain he knew.
There is also a woman who has only heard his voice but not seen her, so she cannot be counted.
Since the old Taoist said it was so dangerous, of course he had to take the opportunity to come up with a comprehensive idea during the meeting.
As a result, he is now in a state of chaos, and everyone looks like his disciples.
"Don't be deliberate, just let nature take its course."
The old Taoist priest gave an eight-character snake oil reply.
He often thought about it but was not disappointed. He wrote down the horoscope, chewed it over twice, and said, "Taoist Master, how long do you have until you leave Qingyuan Realm for a long trip?" He heard that the old Taoist was a little discouraged.
The old Taoist priest sighed and said, "I have been worried about it, so I have been delaying it until now."
After walking a few steps, he smiled and said, "You don't need to probe me, kid. To tell you the truth, you are the last candidate to be the executioner. The old master has no time. Besides, everything outside the avenue is false. A hundred years later, the Qingyuan world How to go, what will become, what does it have to do with the old way?"
"No matter whether it succeeds or not this time, the old Taoist will leave, so you can take care of yourself. The old Taoist has cast a small spell on you. You can stay in the sea of consciousness for one more time, and the little killer will not do anything to you. If you want Go out early, it’s just a matter of thought, you promise it yourself, you’re a seasoned person.”
At the final "go" exit, the old man's figure disappeared without a trace.
He walked away gracefully, leaving Chang Siguo alone to face the upcoming negotiation with the "Three Tribulations Little Killer".
He still had many doubts that Lao Dao had, but he didn't ask them out. Lao Dao slipped away so fast that his buttocks were on fire.
Is the health-preserving skill he practices a physical training method or a qigong training method?
He was just guessing. In fact, he has never been able to figure out what special attention needs to be paid to practicing health-preserving skills and other skills at the same time.
I didn't even have time to ask the names of the big guys. It's not good to be confused like this.
Maybe the veteran has other concerns,,,
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