Archive of Fate’s End Chapter 50: I don’t understand the lack of greed

"But Brother Sun, you are not too young." Zhao Xingfan felt a little overdone Sun Dong.

Sun Dong's disdainful face: "Well then, I am in the same family for the fourth time. I don't know how happy I am, but I still have to fight for the monks. Isn't that the end?"

Zhao Xingfan was speechless. How could this situation be completely beyond his expectations? He couldn't. After saying a few words at random, he quit.

Returning to Zhushan, coincided with the answers to the questions once every five days, Zhao Xingfan naturally stood up and saluted Shi Xuan: "Teacher, the disciple of twenty years once asked you, you told me, and it was over twenty Then I asked him again, but after 20 years, the disciple’s old man still insisted that mortals outperformed monks. Even if both parents passed away, there was no regret at all. Ask the teacher to teach me."

As these monks practiced the skills taught by Shi Xuan one by one, they all began to call Shi Xuan a teacher, but Shi Xuan was not sure.

After hearing Zhao Xingfan's question, Shi Xuan smiled lightly: "And after twenty years, you should ask him again."

Zhao Xingfan was stunned. I never thought the teacher would continue to answer this way. Is it really going to ask again after 20 years?

Shi Xuan looked down. Compared to when he was at its heyday, the sky and bamboo branches were packed with monks. Now the top of the bamboo mountain is empty, and there are only five thousand monks.

Because the two Taoist teachings taught by Shi Xuan are only at Jindan Realm, they have been finished in almost a year, so in the past 20 years, they have been repeated 20 times. They can hear the sound of it, and their juniors, relatives and friends can hear from their mouths, no need to travel to the mountains.

These more than 4,000 monks are still due to Shi Xuan’s day of answering questions. They only came here. There are even fewer than a hundred monks on the bamboo hills on weekdays. Of course, those monks need to fight for resources in order to break through the realm. Among.

Shi Xuan got up, and all the monks below respected the salute. The beasts and birds in the bamboo forest also looked like salutes. For example, the white fox, the kitten, and the squirrel are all standing in human form. , The two front paws are raised, and the birds flap their wings and bend.

Over the years, the monks have lived in harmony with the beasts and birds, and they all know the picture of gratitude. Shi Xuan often sees precious spirit grasses from other places, spirit fruits of the mountain,

Materials and so on, but Shi Xuan didn't care about these things. After finishing the sermon, he ordered the person who sent them to take them back, and he didn't see any favoritism on weekdays.

After everyone knew that Shi Xuan really didn't need it, he gradually stopped this behavior.

Anxi City.

"Brother Wan, are you really going to other countries?" Zhang Liu asked Wan Chengfeng. Everyone sat down in Shixuan and listened for twenty years, and the friendship became very good.

Wan Chengfeng nodded his head, and his enthusiasm: "The teacher has taught these years that Wanmou has been in the magical realm for ten years. But the resources of the Violet Kingdom are scarce and the atmosphere of the monasticism is not strong, so Wanmou wants to go out and try , Travel around the world and strive to condense Jindan one day, so as to pass on the teacher’s ethics. How many Dao friends might as well go out?”

Zhang Liu said in silence: "Well, we have learned almost what we can learn from the teacher. If we continue to listen, there will be no other gains. If we want to achieve Jindan, the resources here really do There is no way. Since Brother Wan can make this determination, Zhang will not lose to you."

"Okay, Brother Zhang, you really still have a lot of pride in your heart." Brother Li surnamed praised. "In fact, if many Jin Dan masters came to trouble with the teacher that year, all of them fell into the hands of the teacher, and we even advanced. The materials of the environment are not enough. The Ziluo Kingdom is too barren. We can only go out and make a dàng. In the future, we will set up a school in a place where Feng Shui is beautiful. Is it not a pleasure to set up a tradition for the teacher?"

The indecisive psychic monks were instigated by Wan Chengfeng and surnamed Li, but they still have some concerns: "The big countries with innocence are no more than the violet countries, fighting for the fierce, we just go out like this , I am afraid that it is difficult to compete with the monks in those places, let alone the four major monks and a few major cultivating families."

Wan Chengfeng, Cheng Youzhu: "This matter Wanmou had already thought about it. The teacher collected nearly 20 spiritual weapons from the Jindan master. We asked for one. There should be no problem. After all, we Going out is to preach for him."

The words were grand, but Zhang Liu frowned, and the teacher didn’t take a penny to preach. It was clearly that he and others took advantage of the unknown, and now he still asks him for the name of preaching for his elders. The magic weapon is really shameless and greedy.

Wan Chengfeng continued: "But one thing, Wan must remind you that if you go to other countries, you can’t preach to the public like a teacher, otherwise you will have no place to bury yourself. , Family, or accept one or two disciples to inherit the tradition."

The monks nodded. They all knew very well about the reaction of the outside world, and then decided to go up the mountain all night and ask the teacher for a spiritual weapon. Only Zhang Liula couldn’t keep up, and he never promised to go with them.

The night is deep and the moon is bright.

Beside the Shixuan Bamboo House, a dozen psychic monks were kneeling, led by Wan Chengfeng, and prostrating their heads in Cuili.

"What are you doing here?" Shi Xuan's faint voice came from the bamboo house.

Wan Chengfeng respectfully said: "In order to break through to the Jindan realm, the disciples better inherit the traditions for the teachers, so they decided to travel to other countries and specially come to worship other teachers."

"Well, the poor people know, you go... Shi Xuan answered concisely.

Wan Chengfeng and other monks glanced at each other, biting their teeth, cheeky: "But the disciples knew they were weak, afraid of humiliating the teacher’s reputation, and fearing that they could not pass on the Taoism, so I wanted to ask the teacher to give Spirit weapon, so that the disciples have the power to protect themselves." "Oh. The poor way is not given by the spirit weapon, but there are eight words for you." Shi Xuan paused, leisurely said, "The heart is not enough, the snake snake swallows the elephant. ... Those spiritual weapons, but they want to be exchanged for Zongmen, Penglai sent so many yīn Venerables to go out, very few can return Yuanshen, so their own spiritual tools are not rich.

Wan Chengfeng and others didn’t have time to continue to plead, and they felt that it was dim and dark, and they were swaying like clouds and fog, and then slammed, all fell to the ground, only to ache all over the body. At the foot of Zhushan.

Experienced the strength and unpredictability of Shixuan's means. Wan Chengfeng and others stayed faceless and courageous, staying in a hurry, and taking their families and apprentices away.

It was Zhang Liu. When Shi Xuan preached in the morning, he resigned in exchange for two praises from Shi Xuan.

Zhao Xingfan went outside Sun Zhai’s door again. After two decades, Sun Zhaifan was still so magnificent, but Zhao Xingfan had advanced magical powers, and he could be regarded as a master of the whole world, so for these Not at all.

Following the handyman and coming to the last water pavilion again, Sun Dong had all his hair white, but he was full of energy, and his body still looked good.

"Brother Zhao, I haven't seen you in 20 years, but you still have the same demeanor." Sun Dongxian was a little surprised to see Zhao Xingfan look like twenty or even forty years ago, but he quickly calmed down and smiled. Say hello.

Zhao Xingfan looked at Sun Dong with emotion: "Brother Sun, it’s all because of the fact that Zhao’s cultivation is not good, and there are gains every day. Zhao heard that there are several other juniors in the nephew. It’s really a shame to pass away for a variety of reasons, if only they followed the monastic practice."

Sun Dong was a little sad, and then shook his head with a smile: "Brother Zhao, haven't you seen through yet? For your brother and your juniors, what you have enjoyed in the past few decades may be that you have practiced for hundreds of years. I don’t necessarily have time to enjoy, let alone worry, I’m in danger of losing my life at any time. What is the meaning of this kind of life?” Zhao Xingfan wanted to refute himself that this was not the case in the past 40 years, but I think most monks are all In this way, I can only sigh: "But Brother Sun, your life is running out? Those juniors could have lived many years longer."

There are some griefs in Sun Dongshen, but he immediately concealed it and said indifferently: "It is better to die for hundreds of years, how can you enjoy the joys of family life and live well for decades."

Unable to get Sun Dong’s approval, Zhao Xingfan had to return with a sad face.

A few days later, at the top of Zhushan, Zhao Xingfan asked Shi Xuan again: "Teacher, the disciples have asked again. He still insists that monks are not as good as mortals, so that disciples are really puzzled."

Shi Xuan looked at Zhao Xingfan with a smile: "And after twenty years, you should ask him again."

"Ah?"

Ignoring Zhao Xingfan's surprise, Shi Xuan looked at the monks who were sitting down and listening, and there were already fewer than fifty people. Many of them were newcomers in recent years.

For example, the little girl named Xia Jing came from a poor country in the violet country. After seeing a monk cast a spell, she fell into the meditative path, but unfortunately there are no monks who know how to do it. The monk refused to accept her as a disciple, and paid money to learn that she had no money~IndoMTL.com~ Later I heard that there is an old fairy in Zhushan, Anxi City, regardless of the identity of the listener, he is treated equally and treated openly, so he has gone a long way. Pairs of shoes, finally walked to Zhushan to listen, and after listening to the morning in the morning, they had to go to the restaurant as a child

One by one.

Zhao Xingfan walked outside the Sun's house again, but he saw white cloth hanging around here, as if he was holding a funeral. He couldn't help but feel a little unpredictable. He has been in Shentong Realm for more than 20 years. I've already gone to other countries to collect resources by the way and prepare for condensing Jindan.

"Lao Jia, who died in this house." Zhao Xingfan asked all the way.

The passer-by looked at his son Zhao Xingfan curiously: "It's Sun Dongsun, a good person."

Zhao Xingfan lost his soul and returned to Zhushan. Is this question always the case of "Answer"?

A few days later, at the top of Zhushan, Zhao Xingfan stood up again and smiled bitterly: "Teacher, the old friend of the disciple has passed away, I am afraid that problem will always be the same."

Shi Xuan asked faintly: "Did you still understand?" (To be continued...