"A solution to the confusion in my mind?"
Zhao Lin lowered his eyes and tapped his fingers on the armrest a few times quickly, "Take it to the side hall."
"yes."
Tian Dabang responded, turned around and left quickly.
Zhao Lin stood up, walked all the way to the atrium, and sat down by the pillars of the verandah.
This place is not far from the side hall, and the surrounding area is open and unobstructed. With his ears, he can clearly hear the movement in the side hall.
He was not planning to meet these two Taoist priests for the time being. The monks and Taoists were very talkative and would often say, "Donor, you are in trouble." He had to first find out the true purpose of their visit.
Tian Dabang returned to the gate of the mansion and said to the two Taoist priests: "Two Taoist priests, please follow me."
The two Taoist priests were slightly disappointed when they saw that Zhao Lin did not come out to greet him in person. However, they also knew that with Zhao Lin's status, it was normal not to come out to greet him, so they followed Tian Dabang to the side hall and sat down.
Tian Dabang called for tea and said with a smile: "My master is busy with official duties. Please wait for a moment."
The gray-robed Taoist waved his hand and said, "No problem." He picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
After Tian Dabang left, the two of them drank tea and looked at the furnishings in the hall.
The two of them were very calm at first, but neither Zhao Lin, who was waiting on the left, nor Zhao Lin, who was waiting on the right, came.
After an hour, the tea was changed round after round, but Zhao Lin never appeared.
The white-robed Taoist priest finally couldn't sit still anymore and suddenly stood up and said, "Why aren't you here yet? Are we just going to hang out here?"
The gray-robed Taoist priest was not in a hurry and said calmly: "Brother Lu Xian, sit down and wait. Come and have tea."
"I don't drink!"
The white-robed Taoist priest said angrily: "I drank a lot of tea and became sulky!"
The gray-robed Taoist glanced outside the hall and whispered: "Don't blame those who don't know. After all, this is the mortal world. Besides... he has condensed his spiritual roots and is already a cultivator!"
"Martial arts cultivation is rare. The purpose of the two of us coming here is to recruit him into the sect. We must not speak harshly later, do you understand?"
The white-robed Taoist priest's expression softened, he nodded and said, "Brother Huang, there's no need to say anything. I know what's appropriate."
Mortal world, spiritual roots, cultivation...
Zhao Lin felt excited in his heart.
Just a few words gave him a huge shock.
Where did the sect's last martial sect, Lu Yuanxiu, go?
Why is there suddenly vitality in the world?
After he broke through the Xiantian realm, what were the four bamboo joints in his spine?
The mysteries that have been puzzling over me recently seem to all point to an answer...
There really is a path to spiritual cultivation in this world!
The two Taoist priests were talking in private, and they would never think that they were eavesdropping. What they said was most likely the truth.
But from the tone of the two of them, they came to invite me, which was a bit unexpected.
Zhao Lin took a deep breath to calm down, strode into the side hall, and said with a loud smile: "Zhao came late. I am so negligent. I hope the two Taoist priests will forgive me."
The two Taoist priests looked at each other, stood up and saluted together and said, "I have met the Duke."
Zhao Lin raised his eyes and looked at the two men. He saw that the gray-robed Taoist was about thirty years old, with an ordinary appearance and three short strands of beard under his chin. The white-robed Taoist was about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old, fair and clean, and had an extraordinary temperament.
Both of them had energy fluctuations on their bodies, but their energy and blood were only equivalent to those of a martial artist in the Strength Realm. Zhao Lin had never seen this situation before, and he couldn't help but be more curious about their origins.
"Two Taoist priests, please take a seat."
Zhao Lin walked to the coffee table, sat down casually, took the tea from the servant, took a sip, and said, "I wonder who the two Taoist priests are?"
The gray-robed Taoist priest replied calmly: "My surname is Huang and my given name is Zhuosong. I don't have a Taoist title. The Duke can just call me by my real name."
The white-robed Taoist priest said simply: "I am a poor Taoist, Lu Qing."
Zhao Lin got straight to the point and said: "Listen to what my housekeeper said, the two Taoist priests are here to clear up the confusion in my mind. Is this possible?"
Huang Zhuosong said: "Exactly!"
Zhao Lin said: "Can the Taoist priest tell me what the doubts in my heart are?"
"Can the Duke..."
As Huang Zhuosong spoke, he glanced at the servants standing in the hall.
"You guys go down."
Zhao Lin gave an order.
The servants withdrew, and there were only three people left in the hall. Huang Zhuosong smiled slightly and said, "Does your Majesty know why there is vitality in this world?"
Zhao Lin slowly shook his head, "How can we, the mortals, know about the creation of heaven and earth?"
Huang Zhuosong smiled noncommittally, and then asked: "Pindao heard that there is a saying in martial arts, that is, martial arts has no limit, right?"
"There is such a saying."
"Does the Duke think so?"
"Of course, I heard it from my master on the first day I started practicing martial arts."
"Hahaha……"
Huang Zhuosong suddenly laughed loudly, "The Duke's achievements are innate, can't it be deduced that the level of martial arts has reached a new level?"
Zhao Lin naturally knew this and was silent for a while before saying: "Daoist Huang is not a martial artist, so why are you talking about martial arts?"
There was a hint of bleakness in his tone, and he deliberately acquiesced.
Lu Qing, who had been silent until now, raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but said: "The Duke avoided answering, I'm afraid he knows that this statement is not true, right?"
"It might as well be said to the Duke, martial arts only stops at the innate level. It is actually the shackles of this world!"
The shackles of this world?
Zhao Lin's heart was shocked, his face was calm, he looked directly at the other person and said: "This world? Isn't Taoist Lu a person from this world?"
Lu Qing smiled but did not answer, looking at Huang Zhuosong.
Huang Zhuosong took over the conversation and said, "It's a long story. I wonder if the Duke is willing to listen to it?"
Zhao Linyun said: "Master Taoist, please speak."
Huang Zhuosong looked calm and said: "What Pindao said next may be a bit unbelievable or even shocking."
"But please believe me, sir, that everything we say is true and not just lies!"
Zhao Lin leaned back in his chair, "But it doesn't matter."
Huang Zhuosong cleared his throat and said slowly: "The two of us are indeed not from this world, but monks who practice Taoism, refine Qi, and pursue immortality."
Zhao Lin's expression changed slightly, but he had expected it and did not show too much surprise.
Huang Zhuosong glanced at him and continued: "We are from Xuanyuan Continent, thousands of miles away from here..."
Next, Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing told each other their origins.
It turns out that the two of them came from a place called Xuanyuan Continent, which is rich in spiritual energy and is a suitable place for cultivating immortals and spiritual beauty.
The Xuanyuan Continent is vast and connects hundreds of small worlds.
The sect the two of them belong to is called Chenghua Sect, and it has nine small worlds under its jurisdiction, and this world is one of them.
Many monks in Chenghua Sect also come from these nine small worlds.
If you want to cultivate immortality, you must have spiritual roots.
Every once in a while, Chenghua Sect looks for people with spiritual roots from these nine small worlds and absorbs them into the sect to maintain the scale of the sect.
Although there may not be one out of 100,000 people with spiritual roots, the population of the nine small worlds exceeds hundreds of millions, and there can always be enough seeds for cultivating immortals.
The number of monks in Chenghua Sect is also generally balanced.
But a thousand years ago, a great war broke out in Xuanyuan Continent, in which all the major sects participated. More than half of the Chenghua Sect monks were killed and injured, resulting in heavy losses.
In this way, it would be too slow to absorb monks at the original speed.
In order to replenish the monks as quickly as possible, the senior leaders of Chenghua Sect decided to infuse the spiritual energy in the spiritual veins into these nine small worlds through the magic circle.
The spiritual energy enters the small world and becomes vitality after dilution, but it also nourishes various creatures in the small world.
From then on, there were more and more people with spiritual roots in the small world. Although Chenghua Sect lost its spiritual veins, it was able to quickly replenish its monks and restore its vitality.
Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing are the monks stationed in this world, specifically responsible for finding seeds of immortality with spiritual roots.
"It turns out that the vitality of this world is transformed from the spiritual energy of the world of cultivating immortals..."
A mystery in Zhao Lin's heart was solved. He silently thought about the words of the two people. There seemed to be no loopholes, but there were still some puzzles.
"You two came to Zhao. Does that mean that I also have spiritual roots?"
When he asked this question, Zhao Lin felt a little uneasy, although based on common sense, the answer was yes.
But it was related to his great cause of immortality, so he couldn't help but be nervous.
"The Duke guessed it right!"
Huang Zhuosong laughed and said, "If it weren't for this, we wouldn't come to our door."
Zhao Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he quickly thought of a question, "Since I have spiritual roots, why do you two come now? Are only Xiantian realm warriors qualified to cultivate immortality?"
"No!"
Lu Qing interjected: "The Duke originally had no spiritual roots. He only developed spiritual roots recently."
Spiritual roots that were born recently?
Zhao Linxin asked whether her spiritual roots were different from others?
Lu Qing did not sell out, explaining: "The spirit is a gift from God and cannot be born the day after tomorrow. But the vitality enters the small world and triggers a chain reaction."
"Exotic beasts have appeared in all nine small worlds, and the warriors' strength has increased significantly."
"Originally, warriors could only rely on their own Qi and blood to reach the Qi realm, but since they have gained vitality, they can actually break through to the Blood realm and Yuan realm."
"Among them, there are even more outstanding ones who have cultivated to the innate realm. In the process of marrow washing and marrow condensation, spiritual roots are condensed."
"The Duke is such an outstanding person!"
Zhao Lin's heart moved, and he thought of the four bamboo joints in his spine, and asked: "What are spiritual roots? Where are they born?"
Lu Qingdao: "Spiritual roots are the bridge that connects spiritual energy and the foundation of monasticism. They are stored in the spine of monks and are shaped like bamboo knots."
"If you have it, you can sense the aura of heaven and earth, absorb it and refine it for your own use. If you don't have it, then you are just a mortal no matter how powerful you are."
"Spiritual roots are divided into six grades, from high to low: heaven grade, earth grade, upper grade, middle grade, lower grade, and mortal grade."
"There is no one in ten thousand cultivators with heavenly spiritual roots. As long as they can grow smoothly, they will all be the leaders in the world of cultivation."
"Although the earth-grade spiritual roots are slightly inferior, they are not far behind."
"However, the spiritual roots of the second-grade heaven and earth are too scarce. Most monks are of the upper, middle and lower grades."
"As for those with spiritual roots, they have no hope of building a foundation throughout their lives and can only practice some low-level spells."
"I see."
Zhao Lin put his palm on the teacup and was silent for a moment. Then he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Do you two know what level of spiritual root I am?"
(End of chapter)
