After staying in the house for three days, Zhao Lin decided to visit the two garrison monks who had introduced him to Chenghua Sect.
It is the duty of the stationed monks to discover those with spiritual roots, but since he is back, he should meet them both emotionally and logically.
Zhao Lin left the mansion alone, took the north gate out of the city, and came to the unknown mountain outside the city.
"Congratulations to Junior Brother Zhao. I haven't seen you for a year. Your cultivation has reached the second level of Qi Refining. It's really gratifying."
Zhao Lin came to the hut on the mountainside. Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing walked out of the house and said with a smile.
"I would also like to thank my two senior brothers for guiding us."
Zhao Lin also responded politely.
Now he can already see the cultivation level of the two people. The young Lu Qing is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and the elder Huang Zhuosong is at the seventh level.
At the time, he didn't understand why the two people were willing to stay in the mortal world, but now he understood that what they were doing was naturally to accumulate good deeds.
"To be honest, we have been here for many years and have recruited several disciples. You are the first one to come back to see us."
Huang Zhuosong sighed and asked Zhao Lin to sit down at the wooden table in front of the house, while Lu Qing went back to the house and took out the tea set and poured a cup of tea for everyone.
"Coming back to visit relatives, just a side trip."
Zhao Lin thanked him, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"How is Junior Brother Zhao practicing in the sect?"
Lu Qing helped fill up the tea, sat down and asked casually.
"It's not bad. Speaking of which, I have to thank the two guides."
As Zhao Lin spoke, he took out ten spiritual stones from the lock bag and placed them on the table.
"A little thought is not a sign of respect."
Both of them were stunned. Huang Zhuosong asked in surprise: "Where did Junior Brother Zhao get this spiritual stone?"
Lu Qing also said: "I remember that the disciples did not receive monthly salary in the first year after joining the sect. Have the rules changed?"
"The rules haven't changed."
Zhao Lin smiled and said, "I happened to have made some merit, and the sect gave me a reward."
"Then we won't accept it. You have just joined the sect and are short of spiritual stones. Keep it for yourself."
"Yes, we are stationed here, and the sect has spiritual stones to distribute."
Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing refused.
"I still have it here, you two can take it."
Zhao Lin waved his hand and insisted: "The spiritual energy here is thin, so the spiritual stones issued by the sect must not be opened and used."
Huang and Lu couldn't refuse, so they each took five pieces and thanked them together. Five pieces of spiritual stone was not a lot, but this gesture was really rare.
"By the way, when I passed Sanshan Island, I saw that there were more than 30 young people with spiritual roots here this year. I wonder how many of them were found by the two of them?"
When Zhao Lin asked, Lu Qing rushed to answer: "We were lucky this year. We found four young people with cultivation qualifications."
"Not bad! Congratulations to both senior brothers. You will definitely be rewarded for your good deeds this time."
The two of them listened with smiles on their faces. Are they not here just to accumulate good deeds?
The three of them sat at the table and chatted for a long time. Zhao Lin asked a lot of questions about cultivation.
Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing rarely interacted with their colleagues, and they both talked about everything they knew.
Zhao Lin learned from the conversation that in order to become a garrison monk, he needed to master three spells: qi-gazing, phase-rooting, and forgetting.
Needless to say, the qi-gazing technique is used to observe spiritual energy, while the phase-rooting technique is used to observe whether mortals have spiritual roots.
The combination of the two is the main method used by the stationed monks to find people with spiritual roots.
The forgetfulness technique can erase a mortal's memory for a period of time and is used to remedy the situation after the news is leaked.
The three of them chatted happily, and it was not until noon that Zhao Lin got up and left.
After leaving Wuming Mountain, Zhao Lin went to Xingyun Sect again.
On the one hand, he visits his former martial arts master, and on the other hand, he also lets outsiders know that he is still alive, which is beneficial to his family and country.
"Elder Zhao is back!"
As soon as Zhao Lin appeared, the disciples guarding the mountain informed the leader and elders of the news.
Although Zhao Lin resigned as a law enforcement elder before leaving, the sect still reserved the elder's seat for him.
After hearing the news, the Yuanjing elders of Xingyun Sect all came to the main hall on the top of the mountain.
Headmaster Lu Chaohuan, inner dean elder Yang Lin, Xianyuntang Pan Yue, five elders of Wuxiang Academy and others all rushed over.
"Where has Elder Zhao traveled this year? Have you learned anything about martial arts?"
Lu Chaohuan asked.
"Back to the leader, our country is so vast that we can't finish it in a lifetime. The younger generation can only walk here and there."
Zhao Lin shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "I have some understanding, but there is no breakthrough in martial arts."
Revealing secrets would be harmful to the world, so Zhao Lin couldn't say more, lest he make Heaven angry.
Lu Chaohuan saw that Zhao Lin called himself a junior and showed no arrogance in his words and deeds. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Elder Zhao is too modest. The sect's current status depends entirely on Elder Zhao's contributions over the years."
"The head has won awards. Without the sect's efforts to train me, how could I have achieved anything?"
Zhao Lin said modestly that he had heard someone say that after practicing Taoism, he regarded ordinary people as ants, but he had no such feeling at all.
The people I have met these days are all my relatives and friends. How could I feel superior to others as soon as I practice Taoism?
If you really think so, then do you treat yourself like an ant when facing the Golden elixir monk?
Regardless of whether you are in the world of martial arts or the world of cultivating immortals, you should stick to your true heart and never forget who you are and where you come from.
After chatting for an hour, Zhao Lin had a general understanding of the current situation.
Overall, the sect is developing prosperously, with outstanding disciples emerging from the Dancing Elephant Courtyard and the Inner Courtyard in an endless stream, and there is no need to worry about a shortage of talents in the past ten or twenty years.
When the sun set in the west, Zhao Lin stood up and said goodbye.
Lu Chaohuan and others kept sending him out of the hall.
After Zhao Lin left, Yang Lin glanced at Lu Chaohuan, "Brother Lu, you have the highest cultivation level here. What do you think Elder Zhao's cultivation level is now? What state of martial arts has he reached?"
Lu Chaohuan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I can't see through it. I can only say four words: unfathomable."
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On an island hundreds of miles away from Sanshan Island, two men and one woman dressed strangely appeared.
The Taoist robes worn by the three people are somewhat similar to those of the Chenghua Sect, but they are different.
The robes of Chenghua Sect have smooth lines and are elegant and natural. The robes of these three people are cut straight and look stiff and stiff.
Moreover, the appearance of the three of them is somewhat different from that of Chenghua Zong. Their noses are slightly curved, their eyes are relatively narrow and long, and their stature is not tall.
"It's interesting. There is spiritual energy in this small world, and the area is vast, and there are so many blood foods."
Standing in the middle was an ugly-looking old man. His voice was as hoarse as a beast roaring, "Such a good place should belong to our Dark Sect."
The small inhabited world under the Chenghua Sect was never open to outside sects. These three people sneaked into the Hanchi Realm through the rift in time and space. After a few days of observation, they had a general understanding of the place.
"Elder Songmu is right, only our Dark Sect is worthy of such a vast land!"
The sturdy middle-aged man next to him licked his lips and looked at the plants and trees on the island with burning eyes. (End of chapter)
