"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for taking care of me all these days."
After Ling Muyun could speak, he bowed his hands to Xu Qiufu.
"Zhaofu is out of the question. I didn't expect you to be so stubborn and made me wait for three days in vain."
Xu Qiufu's face was full of regret.
After exchanging names and chatting, Ling Muyun realized that what he said was true.
It turned out that Xu Qiufu's medical practice did not heal people.
According to his own words, he should be among the ghost doctors.
That day, after treating the spirit's back pain, I accidentally met Ling Muyun who was unconscious in the mountain stream.
Pull him aside and squat beside him.
If nothing else, he just vaguely felt that Ling Muyun's soul was extremely powerful.
If you wait for him to die, take the opportunity to use it for your own use and cultivate it, it will be a great help to your own cultivation.
Unexpectedly, Ling Muyun, who was as angry as a gossamer, actually slowed down at an incredible speed.
Let yourself wait in vain.
"Fortunately, the doctor is kind and didn't harm you." Xu Qiufu said with a shrug.
"You are waiting for me to die, and you keep saying that doctors are benevolent?" Ling Muyun couldn't wait to use the Big Hole Thunder again.
Let him be sanctimonious and hypocritical.
"There are specialties in the art, and besides, I don't have the ability to heal people." Xu Qiufu said disapprovingly: "I am sick myself, why don't I just go to the doctor?"
"With your level of cultivation, can you still get sick?"
Ling Muyun even felt that Xu Qiufu had been treating ghost doctors so much that even he himself had become full of lies.
"Of course I need it! It's just that I'm not an ordinary doctor, or can be called a Taoist doctor. How can an ordinary doctor understand my illness?"
If you use your body to heal ghosts, you will inevitably be invaded by some evil spirits. At this time, it is reasonable to seek a cure for something.
"Fellow Daoist Xu is also going to the Zhengda Ceremony?"
On the road for days, Ling Muyun met more and more Taoist priests.
It is rare to find someone who chooses a secluded road and goes with the main road.
"That's natural. After the grand ceremony, I can get into the top ten in the Dao Fa Gathering and let Zhang Tianshi give me some advice. If I can't believe it, I can open the gate of heaven and ascend."
"Taofa Hui?"
Ling Muyun said in surprise.
I only heard about the Dharma Fruit in the Grand Ceremony, and saw Master Zhang, but I had never heard anything about the Dharma Collection.
"You don't even know this, why are you going to hold a grand ceremony?"
"Fellow Taoist, please explain in detail."
It is a grand ceremony, regardless of sect or origin, as long as you are a practitioner, you can watch it.
The reason why practitioners flock to it is like a duck.
First of all, on the day of the ceremony, there will be sounds from heaven. For those great masters, there is something wonderful about comprehending it.
Secondly, those below the pseudo-grandmaster level can participate in the Dao Fa Gathering and compete for opportunities to be mentored by Zhang Tianshi and other Taoist leaders.
People like Ling Muyun and others who have no sect but want to rely on in their practice are given an opportunity to show themselves.
Maybe some Taoist leader or grandmaster would take a fancy to him and accept him as a disciple.
Not only do you avoid taking detours in your practice, but when you are bullied, you can report it to your family and have your elders take care of you.
"I am the Longkanghuan family! I am the Xie family of Chen County! Isn't this more impressive?"
Ling Muyun said disapprovingly.
Since his cultivation, he has never signed up for any master sect, and he has never been cared for by his elders.
After traveling for nearly three years, I haven't seen any sect leader. Hasn't he cultivated to the sixth level?
"What you see is almost the same as that of a woman." Xu Qiufu shook his head.
"If what you pursue is to be the common master of the world and wealth in the world, naturally it is better to be from a noble family. Then wasn't Shi Le born as a slave and founding the former Zhao Dynasty?"
"But if you pursue Tianmen and devote yourself to the Tao, you should not be burdened by the world. If you are like me, you will heal ghosts in hiding, so you won't have the chance."
"Zhang Tianshi is the leader of the Tao in the world. He has plans for the Mysterious Tao and has launched a great ceremony. His magnanimity is enough for us to learn from."
Ling Muyun frowned.
What he is pursuing is somewhat unclear.
He never thought about opening the Tianmen, he just wanted to find traces of his parents.
Later, he was entrusted by the King of the Northwest to search for talents, but with little success.
What's more, they don't even know the purpose of practice.
Brother Ye, Youbai, and Li Shang brought him things outside the human world, but he never took them seriously, nor did he yearn for them.
Youzhou, Tongtianya, and the upper realm of heaven did not bring him great ambitions.
He just wants to improve his cultivation, find the truth, go to the north, and follow the traces of his parents.
The North?
"Forget it, you won't understand even if I talk too much. I have to rush to Lingdong. A thousand-year-old ghost has told me that I have an unbearable headache. I have to go and have a look."
Looking at Xu Qiufu's hurried away figure, Ling Muyun sighed again: "It's really all nonsense."
"Don't think about these things for now and rush to Longhu Mountain."
Seeing no one around, Ling Muyun used Earth Escape: A Thousand Miles in One Step. When he reached the official road, he switched to walking.
By evening, the air is filled with the smell of charcoal fire.
"Xinping Porcelain!"
Xinping, the Jin Dynasty, is rich in porcelain, which is definitely the first choice for high-ranking officials, nobles and aristocratic families to entertain guests.
Especially the celadon-brown porcelain-brown and chicken-head pots are simply outstanding.
"It's best if it comes from an official kiln."
Ling Muyun has never forgotten the glazed lamp of the Northwest King.
But entering the city, it was a different scene.
There are countless porcelains along the street, but the porcelain used by aristocratic families is completely different.
We found a simple inn and asked for a room.
After casually asking the shopkeeper, I learned: All the porcelain produced in the official kiln was sent to the mansion, so how could the people be left homeless?
"Without that skilled potter, how many pots can be made?"
Ling Muyun asked in confusion.
"It's true that a potter's craftsmanship is good, but it's not worth the official money." The shopkeeper is an old man, and his lips and teeth are not very clear when he speaks.
"It doesn't matter what you sign, the important thing is to be exquisite and unique. Does the shopkeeper have any recommendations?"
"Well..." The old man pondered for a moment and continued: "There is a porcelain shop in the east end of the town. The potter's surname is Tao. He makes good things. However, his character is weird and he won't make it for anyone. It all depends on your mood, you might as well try your luck."
After thanking the shopkeeper, Ling Muyun followed what he said and walked around, choosing a few small ornaments that he liked and arriving at the porcelain shop the old man mentioned.
There is a china shop.
The shop owner is old-fashioned and unlike other shops, he takes the initiative to welcome customers and introduce them.
It looked like everyone owed him money, so business was naturally much bleak.
"Mr. Tao," the old man said. The potter has a lonely and weird personality. I think he is the person in front of him.
"Don't let the foreign garbage dangle in front of my eyes. It's an eyesore."
The potter's voice was full of vitality, but how could it be compared to the vicissitudes of life on his face?
Ling Muyun was not angry either. He threw the porcelain he bought on the roadside and looked at the potter again.
"Choose what you want."
The potter's tone improved a lot.
Ling Muyun entered the store sideways and took a look around.
Quite different from what the old man said.
Although the porcelain in the store is unique, it cannot be said to be different from Yunni.
Just a little better.
"Mr. Tao, can you make something outstanding?" Ling Muyun's words were cryptic, and the potter could understand them clearly.
"Who do you think you are? If you want to buy something, buy it. If you don't want to buy it, leave. You're talking too much, and you're not afraid of getting canker sores."
