Human beings will convince themselves.
Suppose that one day suddenly, someone comes to your door and says that he is your uncle and that he has a large inheritance that you will inherit. Those who are a little defensive will definitely not believe it.
But if the other party has even found a lawyer and asked the bank to transfer 10 million to you first.
Do you still believe it?
Not to mention that the person who came to the door was already in his 70s or 80s, even if he was only 17 or 18 years old... I'm afraid he would still believe it.
And he spontaneously found a reason for the other party to sign an inheritance agreement...even if the other party was only seventeen or eighteen years old.
The red-faced monk was facing the same situation at this moment.
He didn't believe it at first, but... that Miao Tianzhen gave him too much.
The red-faced monk only had a rough understanding of the sutra that was being recited in his ears, and he also felt that it had great benefits. If he understood it in detail and spent more time practicing and practicing, his cultivation would take a step forward. It's not impossible.
But at this moment, the red-faced monk had no intention of thinking about this scripture at all.
At this moment, he only thinks about one thing... and that is how to save this relationship.
If you cannot find a way to ease the relationship before the scriptures are recited, it is very likely that this fate will really be broken.
Fortunately... this passage seems to be quite long, and I won't be able to finish it in a while.
On the other side, Ke Xiaoliang, who was teaching the red-faced monk secretly, was also secretly worried about the red-faced monk.
"Why is this person so stupid? It seems that knowledge and wisdom are not equal. If Song Qingwen had been given this time, he would have already thought of a way to get the relationship back together. This guy has nothing to do with anything. Tiao's knowledge... I'm still thinking about it this time. It seems I have to take action personally and give him some strategies." Ke Xiaoliang thought.
Then he used his fingertips.
Of course, what this magical power evolved from a demon species can now convey is no longer just a sentence, but more like a complete thought or idea.
It's just that it's still just a hint and a guide, not a strong replacement.
The red-faced monk got help from Ke Xiaoliang and didn't care about the way other people looked at him. He knelt down in front of the statue with a thump and banged his head several times, almost shattering the stone bricks on the ground.
"Thank you Miao Tianzhen for teaching me the wonderful method. Although the love between you and me as brothers is endless, the relationship between master and disciple is infinite. Master, I would like to invite my disciple Bao Yulong to pay my respects."
Very few monks in the Baotong world still have the truly ancient master-apprentice system. The so-called sect recruitment is actually not much different from university recruitment.
The 'teacher', not the master, is usually responsible for answering questions and teaching.
Only in some very special periods, some seniors in the spiritual world will publicly raise examination questions and then recruit real disciples.
It feels... just like a tutor recruiting graduate students. When a disciple starts practicing, he still learns only knowledge, and at the same time helps the master to do some work within his ability. However, it is rare that like the master and apprentice of the ancient tradition, the disciple inherits the master's social relationships, network resources and even real wealth.
Speaking of it, most of them use the word "teacher", and the word "father" is out of the question.
Based on these open principles, some relatively outstanding monks often do not have only one 'master', and those masters do not care about this problem of switching to other disciples...unless there are some 'masters' During this period, there was already dissatisfaction and hatred, but that was different.
Previously, Bao Yulong said that his master was Taiwu Zhenren, the founder of Mengji Immortal... There is nothing wrong with this statement. The problem is that among the ten thousand sects in Baotong World, there are no monks who can be called disciples of Taiwu Zhenren. There are eight hundred Qian, and there are even more monks who can be called disciples of Immortal Mengji, and they are no longer limited to Wandao Sect.
That is completely an act of trying to pull off a tiger's skin.
Therefore, at this moment, Bao Yulong kowtows directly to become his disciple, which has no psychological burden on him.
Among the monks who were traveling with Bao Yulong, some were still in a daze, while some shrewd ones had already knelt down in front of the statue like Bao Yulong.
Ke Xiaoliang smiled, but did not reveal his true identity in the world of Gaowu, but sent a message to Bao Yulong.
"Hey... Idiot! Idiot! You and I were just like each other, but now you are doing this, so why bother?"
Bao Yulong said loudly: "Master's magical power is profound, and he travels all over the world with his spiritual light, playing with the world. But my disciple is still wallowing in the world of mortals, unable to see through the ethics of life and death, so naturally he should be a disciple."
As a self-strategist and self-persuader, Bao Yulong already had a series of guesses and explanations about this 'Miao Tianzhenjun' deep in his heart.
"This fate has been broken, and the kindness of the past must be repaid today... I didn't expect you to be so smart, whatever..."
"It's just that it's easy to be my brother, just have a drink with me. It's not easy to be my apprentice. You need to do three things for me before I will consider including you in my family." Ke Xiaoliang continued.
Bao Yulong said loudly: "Master, please tell me, and the disciples must do it."
Ke Xiaoliang said: "This world was originally entrusted to me by my former friend to take care of it. It has a great relationship. But now it has been targeted by the evil god and is in danger of overthrowing. I want you to perfect the martial arts of this world for me and gather all living beings. Use your power to promote the evolution of the world. This is my first test for you, and when you do it... I will give you the second test."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves in reality, and a purple jade dragon suddenly appeared in front of Bao Yulong in Gaowu World.
The jade dragon is burning with true flames and flowing with precious light reaching the sky.
Baoguang restrained himself and turned into a purple crystal flying sword in front of Bao Yulong.
"The name of this sword is 'Purple Ying'. It is made from the essence of Taibai in the West. It is impervious to all evil. Today I will give it to you for self-defense. This sword can be unlocked layer by layer. If you complete the task well, the power of the sword will gradually increase." , the sword-controlling skills left in it will also be compatible with you. Until one day... this sword will completely merge with your soul and be taken out of this world."
After that, there was no sound.
No matter how much Bao Yulong shouted, there was no reply.
But this conversation was no longer deliberately 'concealed' like before.
Therefore, the monks who followed Bao Yulong also saw Bao Yulong's "adventure", and looked at Bao Yulong with open envy and secret jealousy.
Among them, cultivation of character is the most important.
Xiuge has a good family background. His father is a real disciple of Master Taiwu and an internal executive of the company founded by Master Taiwu. Now he follows Bao Yulong and others into the world of high martial arts. He openly calls Bao Yulong and others uncle, but secretly It may not really be taken seriously.
Now that I saw Bao Yulong having an adventure, my heart was filled with greed, jealousy, and dissatisfaction.
He secretly wrote down this fate, and planned to return to the Baotong world after leaving the Gaowu world, report back to his father, and try to see if he could cut off his beard.
No matter what other people think.
Bao Yulong held the Ziying Sword in his hand, and his heart was filled with excitement.
"What an antique flying sword. The runes flowing in the sword body and the material itself... are all the oldest flying sword styles. They are completely refined with materials and great mana. Although they are not like our Baotong nowadays. The flying swords in the world are so versatile and fancy, but they are the most durable, practical, and have huge potential."
"Brother Bao, I'm so lucky. I don't have to be like us anymore. We have to buy a new flying sword every few years, and we have to pay maintenance and service fees every month. Just for this reason, Brother Bao, you You will make a lot of money!" A monk who also came from Baotong World said sourly in a very envious tone.
