Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 710: The night is deep, and the dawn is on the way!

Chapter 710 The night is deep, but the dawn is on the way!

Everyone knows that "Journey to the West" has been updated again!

The vision on Fangcun Mountain has already been spread all over the sky.

The monster race is still looking forward to the new bloodline of the Dao of Heaven this time, but on the human race side, the Taoist masters suddenly descended from the mountain one after another, spreading clouds and rain, paving roads and bridges.

Don't ask, just want to do something for the common people in the world.

The false Buddha received incense from the Western Regions, and the real Tianzun entered the world to comfort all beings.

For a while, there were purple rainbows running through the sky in Daxuan, and white cranes fluttering their wings.

Confucianism is silent on this.

Although it is said that high-level people usually do such things, it is rare to dispatch them on such a large scale. According to unknown sources, Daomen's move is to create momentum for the latest chapter of "Journey to the West".

At first no one believed it, especially some Confucian scholars firmly denied this statement. After all, "Journey to the West" has been written so far. Apart from Buddhism and Yaozu, the biggest force is the Heavenly Court. Although the Heavenly Court looks like a Taoist school, But in fact, the imperial court structure of Confucianism is indeed true.

What does it have to do with other sects!

Everyone is familiar with each other, but you can't rub it hard.

However, this statement was quickly shattered by Taoists who claimed to "in the name of a great virtuous teacher" when accepting the gratitude from the people.

Great teacher!

In the beginning, no one thought of this title, thinking it was some unborn Daoist from the Taoist sect, until the people returned home and saw the picture of "Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts" hanging on the wall of their home, they all reacted .

Damn it!

Almost forgot, the great virtuous teacher is Wuhou!

This door is really aimed at Marquis Wu.

Everyone knows that the Taoist organization is like a dog guarding the country in troubled times, and like a cat sleeping in the forest in prosperous times.

What happened to make the Taoist sect glow with such enthusiasm?

"Journey to the West"?

Suddenly, Daxuan set off a second wave of upsurge.

What exactly was written in it that made the Daomen take the initiative to such an extent!

On the other hand, a minor incident also happened in Nanhuang, which distracted some attention from "Journey to the West".

That is, the sycamore forest is closed!

To the outside world, it is said that Emperor Qinglong is out of energy and needs to take a good rest.

In this regard, Nanhuang's attitude is: nonsense.

If your Azure Dragon Emperor is weak, will the other ancestor monsters still be alive?

Didn't you hear that when the news came out, the one who laughed the loudest was "King Qilin who conquers people with virtue"?

However, according to the gossip that the well-known ancestor demon of the Crane clan had a safe life, the Great Sage Jian Jia suddenly collected a group of women who had become demons from the southern wasteland and entered the Wutong Forest.

Without exception, they are all women who are good at serving confinement children.

Tsk tsk tsk.

The monsters in the Southern Wilderness, what have you never seen or played with?

The train of thought started to speed up when it was normal.

Looking at the number of recruits, I'm afraid we can't take care of twenty or thirty.

That's it, still old and weak?

As a result, those monster races who thought they had a good relationship with Wutonglin began to think about what kind of gift they should follow.

Feng Lin is low-key, but if you don't express it, it's your problem.

Southern Wilderness is not about fighting and killing, but Southern Wilderness is a matter of sophistication!

The key is to find out who the mistress is!

Sycamore forest.

"You did a good job." Qinglong Emperor said to He Haohao, with his head full of dolls.

He Haohao hurriedly replied: "For the emperor..."

"Hush!" The Azure Dragon Emperor waved his hand directly, and a ban hit He Haohao's mouth, and He Haohao's words were held back in his mouth.

"Don't be so loud, these ancestors just fell asleep!" Qinglong Emperor pointed to the pendant on his finger, thirty ginseng fruits that were sleeping soundly, waved his hand, and motioned for him to go down.

"That's right!" The Azure Dragon Emperor said again, "What you saw today, don't spread it!"

He Haohao hurriedly patted his chest, and said through voice transmission: "Don't worry, the emperor, I am so good, I will keep my mouth shut!"

It wasn't until He Haohao left that Jian Jia's figure appeared beside Emperor Qinglong.

"Emperor, those banshees are settled."

The Azure Dragon Emperor sighed: "Oh, it's all that stinky kid. When did this old man have such a reputation!"

Jian Jia smiled and said: "The emperor can relax, let Nanhuang guess now, and when the new chapter of "Journey to the West" comes out, they will know that they have wronged the emperor."

"The focus will naturally shift."

"Alas...that's why I don't like children..." Qinglong Emperor sighed.

"Go to Fangcun Mountain first, and look for that child..." Just halfway through the words, a life fruit suddenly opened its eyes.

"Yo yo yo, continue to sleep, continue to sleep..." Emperor Qinglong quickly moved a branch, patted the back of this ginseng fruit lightly, coaxing the ginseng fruit with a kind tone, and the ginseng fruit dozed off again. I closed my eyes again.

Emperor Qinglong let out a sigh of relief, looked at Jian Jia's face, and said in a voice transmission: "Children, they are just annoying."

"Hurry up and let that kid think of a way to get these fruits away from the old man's head!"

Jian Jia nodded quickly, turned and left.

Good risk.

If you slow down a bit, you will laugh out loud!

…

Square inch mountain.

"What? Haven't started publishing yet?" Chen Luo looked at Mastiff Lingling suspiciously. The manuscript had been handed out for a day, and he still planned to wait for a wave of mortal energy to skyrocket. After waiting for a long time, there was no response, so he called Mastiff. After Lingling inquired, she realized that the manuscript had not been released yet.

"Yes!" Mastiff Lingling said helplessly, "This time, the young master gave three chapters at once, and the content is a bit more."

"Wenchang Pavilion replied that it involves the content of the young master's new avenue, and Confucian students copied it slowly. If the new avenue is related to Confucianism, it may be faster."

"That's it..." Chen Luo recalled, and the speed of writing those chapters was indeed slower than before, "When will it be released?"

"Tomorrow will be enough!" Mastiff Lingling said quickly, "Wenchang Pavilion has recruited a group of Taoist disciples who are good at 'Ghost Drawing Talisman' to assist, and the speed has increased a lot."

"Five thousand taels of silver for a Taoist."

Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment: "Then the Confucian sect is bleeding a lot this time."

Mastiff Lingling's face is not strange: "No, son, you misunderstood."

"It was the Taoist sect who offered to bid, five thousand taels for a copying quota, which was paid to the Confucian sect."

Chen Luo: (*□`σ)

The heart of Confucianism never disappoints me!

"Wenchang Pavilion means that the Confucian sect will use all the fees collected for the transcription this time to establish martial arts gyms in various places and support martial arts students."

"In addition, Daomen also sent a batch of supplies to Fangcunshan." Mastiff Lingling continued, "The Taoist priest who came to deliver gifts said that I heard that you like to use boats to receive gifts."

"I will send one hundred ships first! Fifty ships will arrive at Fangcun Mountain in a few days, and the other fifty ships will be sent to Dongcang City!"

Chen Luo: (●ω●)

Daomen's handwriting, as expected, never let me down!

…

Late at night.

An unknown town.

Daxuan did not mention a curfew. Some taverns and gambling stalls also operate all night, which is the most mixed place.

Suddenly, fierce shouting and cursing erupted in a tavern on the street, and then a dirty drunk man was picked up by two tavern guys and thrown directly on the ground.

"You drunk man, are you confused? When did I charge you for the drink, boss!" A vicious man with a vicious face came out of the tavern, "Want to drink my Bawang wine, are you I found the wrong grave!"

"I don't care about you today, but if you step into my tavern again, I will break your leg!" The villain continued to scold.

The drunk man lying on the ground was like a pile of mud at this time, but he still had a sliver of consciousness, unable to raise his hand, and said, "Poor Dao... hiccup, I paid..."

"I paid for an orb..."

"Bah! Orb, what orb?" The tavern owner quickly looked around and said, "This drunk man, holding a stone, told me it was a treasure. Look at him, he seems to have a treasure people?"

"If it's really a treasure, it might be a thief."

"I will send it to the Yamen tomorrow!"

The drunk man stood up staggeringly, looked at the tavern owner with sleepy eyes, and said, "Give me... a drink, and I... will go!"

"Fair deal!"

"Do you still want wine?" The tavern owner jumped up and scolded, "I still have to settle with you for what you drank before."

The drunk man refused to let go, and rushed forward: "The orb...give it back to me, I'll go...to another place...to buy wine..."

The drunk suddenly looked like a ghost, and rushed to the owner of the tavern in the blink of an eye. He reached out to touch the owner, trying to find the orb he gave him. The boss raised his leg and kicked the drunk man away. Just as he was about to walk in, his feet suddenly sank. It turned out that the drunk man hugged his thigh.

"Why are you standing still? Let me do it!" The tavern owner couldn't pull his legs, and rushed to the clerk, "I've raised you for nothing."

When the guys heard the words, they rushed up, at first they just pulled, and finally punched and kicked directly, who knew that the drunk man was also persistent, and let the guys greet him, but he refused to let go!

The tavern owner was so annoyed by the drunk man's entanglement, he picked up an empty wine jar placed at the entrance of the tavern, and slammed it on the drunk man's head.

With a sound of "wow", the wine jar shattered, and blood flowed out from the top of the drunk's head. The drunk's face was covered with blood, and he was still clinging tightly to the tavern owner's leg.

"Boss, give him some wine, just fool him." A guy whispered to the boss, fearing that he would be killed.

"Fart!" The boss was also a gangster, and he was angered at this time, "Playing with me? You were not born when I was raped!"

Speaking, the boss picked up another empty wine jar and wanted to smash it on the drunk man's head again!

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the sky: "Stop!"

Then, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and accurately hit the wine jar in the hands of the tavern owner, instantly smashing the wine jar into pieces.

A Kun Dao with an outstanding appearance fell from the sky and landed on this street.

"Walking in the air, you are a Daoist real person!" Suddenly those knowledgeable drinkers blurted out.

Seeing Daoist Kun walking towards him, the tavern owner quickly laughed and said, "Master Dao, we are just teaching a Jiu Mengzi a lesson, it is not worth your shot..."

Master Kundao ignored the tavern owner, fixed his eyes on the back of the drunk who hid his face behind the tavern owner's calf, and asked tentatively: "Senior brother?"

The drunk man trembled all over, quickly let go of the hand that was holding the tavern owner, and stood up in a panic, as if he was not a little drunk at this time.

He lowered his head, allowing his messy hair to cover his face, and the blood from the previous injury covered his facial features like a blood-stained mask.

He didn't respond, just turned around and left.

Na Kundao followed behind and shouted again: "Brother!"

The drunk man's footsteps are getting faster and faster, but no matter how fast he is, can he be as fast as a Taoist real person?

As soon as Na Kundao's figure moved, it turned into a flash of lightning and landed in front of the drunk.

The drunk man reacted extremely quickly and turned around directly, wanting to escape. Na Kundao looked sad and shouted: "Situ Zhong! Stop!"

"Do you want me to call Master?"

The drunk man's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he stopped in place.

Kun Dao walked up to the drunk man step by step, she stretched out her hand to brush away the messy hair covering his face, wiped off the blood stains on the drunk man's face with a handkerchief, and barely saw the appearance of a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard and dejected .

Between those brows and eyes, the heroic spirit of being handsome and starry back then is no longer seen.

"Brother, what happened?"

"How can you... look like this?"

Speaking, Kun Dao's voice choked up: "Go, I will take you back to the mountain!"

Kun Dao said, he took the drunk man's hand, but the drunk man stood there motionless, Kun Dao turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

The drunk man shook his head: "Master Daoist, you've got the wrong person."

"Situ Zhong, dead."

Kun Dao was about to speak when suddenly a low figure came from above their heads.

"My eldest disciple is dead?"

"Why don't you know?"

Kun Dao and the drunk suddenly raised their heads, and saw a majestic Daoist with a childish face and white hair floating in the air, looking at them.

"Master!" When Kun Dao saw the other party, his face showed joy, but the drunk man suddenly burst into tears, knelt heavily on the ground, and couldn't get up.

Hefa Daojun ignored the drunk, and landed directly in front of the previous tavern, walking towards the tavern owner step by step.

The owner of the tavern looked terrified, and was about to pay respects, but he was gently lifted by the Taoist Lord Hefa, and he was not allowed to kneel down.

Dao Jun's tone was gentle, without any tone of blame, he just asked: "My disciple, how much do you owe for drinking?"

"No, no, no debt!" The tavern owner quickly waved his hand, "The villain saw that he drank too much and has no identity, so he thought..."

"Do you want to get that orb?" Daojun said lightly, and then stretched out his hand, "Bring it..."

The owner of the tavern quickly took out a white jade bead the size of a thumb without a trace of variegation from his bosom, and offered it to Daojun with both hands.

Dao Jun took the white jade bead, looked at it, and said with a smile: "This orb, called Snow Returning Pearl, is worn on the body, and the cold and heat will not invade. Don't say that you can buy it in this small tavern or in this small town. Come down."

Speaking, Daojun took out a baby's fist-sized gold from his sleeve, threw it to the other party, and said: "Take the orb, and use this gold as wine money."

The tavern owner hurriedly said: "It's too much, too much, that elder brother didn't drink so much. My whole tavern is not worth the money."

"Pindao knows." Daojun nodded, "If there are too many, let's take it as compensation from the poor dao!"

After finishing speaking, Daojun waved his hand, and all the drinkers in the tavern were blinded and moved out of the tavern. Immediately afterwards, Daojun pressed his hand down, and immediately a thunderbolt fell from the sky and fell directly on the ground. On the top of the tavern, the tavern was smashed into ruins by lightning in an instant.

"If the compensation is not enough, go to the nearby Taoist temple and show them the gold I gave you, and the Taoist temple will make up for it." The drunk man kneeling on the ground.

"Situ Zhong..." Daojun looked at the disciple kneeling on the ground and sighed softly.

"Why is this..."

…

Sitting in the bathtub, Situ Zhong washed his body.

Master asked, why this?

Yeah, why this!

The steam was steaming, blurring Situ Zhong's vision, making him seem to see his own past.

In the past, he was also a Taoist genius. He became a real person at the age of twenty, and he reached the peak of the fourth-rank real person at the age of thirty-six.

However, the way of the soul is dangerous and dangerous. He once greedy for merit and made a mistake in his practice. Although he was rescued in time, the soul was shattered by the thunder robbery. There is no possibility of healing, and it can only be re-bonded reluctantly, and it will not die.

The soul is broken, which means that the road of Daomen can no longer be walked.

So he packed his bags and took the initiative to go down the mountain.

He thought that even if he couldn't practice Taoism, there were always other ways to practice.

At that time, he didn't know that what greeted him was disappointment again and again.

It is not an easy task to transfer, especially because he has a problem with his mind and soul. When he is learning the principles of Confucianism, he often suffers from lack of energy.

Ten years of painstaking practice, and now I haven't even stepped into the realm of a master.

He severed all past connections, concealed his identity, began to give up on himself, and began to paralyze himself with alcohol.

For some reason, it ended up in today's field.

Master, I am very disappointed...

"Brother..."

A sound transmission fell into Situ Zhong's ears.

"I'm here." Situ Zhong couldn't transmit his voice, so he could only respond in a low voice, knowing that the other party could hear him.

"My master and I were ordered by the heavenly master to go down the mountain to accumulate good fortune for the great virtuous master. Passing by your former residence, the master found that you were gone, so he ordered us to look for you everywhere."

"After meeting with Master, admit your mistakes and come back to the mountain with us."

Listening to his junior sister's concerned words, Situ Zhong smiled wryly.

Is it still possible to go back?

…

After taking a bath, he changed into clean clothes, followed the teacher's door, and knocked on the door where the master was.

"Master, senior brother is here." Kun Dao announced as soon as he entered the door.

The Daoist sitting on the futon meditating slightly opened his eyes, glanced at Situ Zhong, and said for a long while: "Daomen treated you badly?"

Situ Zhong hurriedly knelt on the ground: "It's the disciple's own problem. The Daoist sect has never treated me badly."

Cultivating the soul is not easy, so every year, many disciples have no choice but to stop their cultivation because of problems with the soul. For such disciples, the Taoist way of handling them is willing to stay in the mountains, and they can take on some chores and deal with ordinary things ; and those who are unwilling to stay, leave their address, and a sum of support will be paid every year, enough to live a lifetime without worrying about food and clothing.

In addition, there is another option now, that is to be supported by Taoism and practice martial arts. For example, half of the disciples in Wudang Mountain are all disciples of Taoism.

"Since I never treated you badly, how did you become like this?" Daojun continued.

Situ Zhong knelt on the ground, his throat rolled up and down, and after a while, he said slowly: "Disciple, I have lost my heart."

"There is nowhere for disciples to go in the vast world of mortals."

"If you don't see the light, you don't know the way forward."

"Half of my life has passed now, I am mediocre, and I have nothing to ask for in this life."

After speaking, Situ Zhong put his head on the ground and remained silent.

"Idiot..." Dao Jun sighed, "Why didn't you write to the mountain?"

"The disciple has no face, and the letter has no words!"

"I'm empty of resentment, say it, it's better not to say it!"

With tears in his eyes, Kun Dao looked at the figure kneeling on the ground, and said softly, "Brother..."

"The Confucian school emphasizes skills, but also the soul. Your soul is damaged, and it will not be smooth to transfer to the Confucian school." These Taoists prefer martial arts."

"Didn't you do it?"

Situ Zhong raised his head and said helplessly, "Master, this disciple is forty-six years old."

"On the road of practice, before one year, it's nothing. But in the eyes of ordinary people, at the age of forty-six, it means that a person has passed middle age and his strength has declined."

"Martial arts are magical, and the mortal spirit doesn't need to read through talents, but for the beginners of martial arts, you need to open the acupoints and open the meridians!"

"When you are in your teens, or in your twenties, it may not be a big problem when you start practicing."

"But disciple..." Situ Zhong shook his head, "Without the innate purple qi nourishing the body, the meridians have begun to shrink, and the difficulty of opening the acupoints has also increased several times."

"The disciple also studied hard in the worldly books of the great virtuous master, and learned a few swordsmanship from the book!"

"However, the meridians are blocked, the acupoints are not opened, there is a will, and there is no power."

The Taoist Lord was silent when he heard the words.

This is an objective fact.

In the past year, most of the Taoist disciples who were able to enter Wudang Mountain were under the age of twenty. Judging from the current feedback, the younger you are, the greater your potential in martial arts.

Dao Jun sighed, and suddenly waved his hand, a burst of purple qi shot into Situ Zhong's body, before Situ Zhong could react, the purple qi flew back into Dao Jun's body again.

But at this time, there was a smile on Daojun's face.

"That's right, the foundation of Daoism has not been lost."

Situ Zhong bowed again and said: "Although this disciple cannot practice the way of spirit and soul, and cannot give birth to innate purple qi, he will never forget the Taoist classics and the teacher's teachings."

"Get up." Daojun gently supported Situ Zhong up, looked at him, and said: "If there is still a chance to re-enter the path of cultivation, can you cherish it?"

Situ Zhong was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled wryly: "I have tried Confucianism and Martial Arts, but with my situation, I can't make it through..."

"No!" Daojun raised his mouth slightly, "What if there is still a chance?"

"The world of mortals is the foundation, and the Taoism is the purpose."

"Huh?" Seeing Daojun's appearance, Situ Zhong's eyes lit up, "Master, is it true?"

"Of course it's true." Kun Dao said, "I went down the mountain with Master just for this."

Dao Jun also nodded: "The great virtuous and good teacher has surpassed the sky, and in the martial arts, he has opened up a new Taoist avenue."

"According to the deduction of the seniors of the Taoist Palace, the practice of this avenue should be similar to the martial arts Shaolin, absorbing the red dust as the basis, but it is my Taoist method that operates."

"I don't know exactly how, but what is certain is that my Taoist disciples will definitely have a bonus."

"That's why I'm looking for you as a teacher!"

When Situ Zhong heard this, he froze on the spot for a while, then knelt down again: "Disciple, I will not let Master down."

Looking at the disciple he once loved the most, Taoist sighed leisurely: "You have never let me down."

"It's just that in the future, don't let yourself down!"

"The new avenue is in the latest chapter of Wuhou's "Journey to the West", which will be released tomorrow~IndoMTL.com~ I hope you can get something!"

Situ Zhong suppressed the excitement in his heart, and replied: "Disciple, remember."

A moment later, Situ Zhong raised his head again, and Daojun had disappeared, only Kun Dao remained in the house.

"Brother, Master arranged for me to accompany you to see what you can gain from the new way."

Situ Zhong nodded and looked out the window.

The night is deep, but the dawn will always come on time.

…

The red sun is rising.

The crisp singing sound resounded throughout Daxuan.

"La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers..."

A new chapter of Journey to the West is here!