The next morning, as soon as the old Taoist put down his bowl and chopsticks, he urged Zhang Xudong to go up the mountain.

When the old Taoist stood at the foot of the cliff and looked at the mountain peaks reaching into the sky, he said with some trepidation:

"Dongzi, are there really five or six thousand acres of plain grassland here?"

Zhang Xudong nodded and said, "How could this be false? Follow me up and you'll understand."

After Zhang Xudong led the old Taoist priest to the top of the mountain along the trail, the old Taoist priest was immediately shocked.

Although it is deep winter now, there is no green grass to be seen.

But the withered yellow leaves all over the ground also prove their existence.

The old Taoist didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and ran around quickly to explore the situation on the top of the mountain.

More than an hour later, the old Taoist returned to Zhang Xudong's side. He laughed and said:

“Yes, this is a great place.

This mountain top is the Taoist mountain. I had to be very careful when I climbed up.

Ordinary people don’t even think about coming up.

And it’s such a large flat area, it’s a miracle!

The mountain breeze here is constant, so it's not damp. It's a perfect place to store things!

"Dongzi, you've been a great help! You really have endless opportunities and great fortune!"

Zhang Xudong curled his lips and said, "Master, as long as you are satisfied, that's all that matters.

How to build and maintain this place is your business. I don't care.

The path we just took is so pathological that even a wolf couldn't climb up it.

If you're still not sure, just blow up the part next to the roof until it's three or four meters long.

Then if we design a suspension bridge there, it will be like one man blocking the way and ten thousand men cannot break through.”

Zhang Xudong pointed to the way up and said.

"Your suggestion is good, I will discuss it with them.

Dongzi, you solved a big problem for them, they must thank you, is there anything you want?"

Zhang Xudong thought for a moment and asked:

"Master Dao, is there any method to cultivate the skills beyond Hua Jin? My skills can only be cultivated to the late stage of Hua Jin."

The old Taoist shook his head with a wry smile and said:

“It’s useless to give you any techniques after Xiantian. This world has lost its spiritual energy, and no one can cultivate.

Look, after the Tang Dynasty, there have been no other invincible generals like Lü Bu, Li Yuanba, and Luo Shixin."

Zhang Xudong was delighted when he heard this and said, "It doesn't matter whether I can practice it or not, I just want to learn from it."

The old Taoist said helplessly: "Okay, I'll find it for you.

This is of no use to you, what else do you want?"

Zhang Xudong then said something that surprised the old Taoist: "Legend has it that there used to be storage rings or storage bags. Is this true?"

The old Taoist said angrily, "Why do you always think of unreliable things?

This thing exists, but no one can use it without spiritual energy and extraordinary telekinesis.

Have you ever heard of anyone using that thing after the Western Zhou Dynasty?

It is nothing more than a legend passed down orally by generations of ancestors.

Here, take it and play with it. This is the stuff of legends.”

As the old Taoist said this, he took off a ring from his hand and threw it to Zhang Xudong.

Zhang Xudong quickly took it and said to the Taoist:

"I said to Master Dao, this couldn't be the token of your sect, could it?

Don't tell me that I have to become a sect leader or something if I accept this ring.

I’m still waiting to get married when I grow up.”

The old Taoist laughed and said, "Even if you want to be the one, someone has to let you be the one!

I am the only Taoist priest in our sect. Who are you going to be the leader of?

Or why don't you take over the old Taoist's mantle, set up your own sect, and carry forward the sect?"

"Forget it, I still want to live a simple life with my wife and children.

I heard that this thing requires a drop of blood to recognize its owner. Have you ever dripped blood on it?"

Zhang Xudong said as he fiddled with the black ring on his hand.

The old Taoist laughed and said, "Drops of blood? Every generation of us who has inherited this ring has soaked it in blood.

But apart from eating some blood-enriching food, it's useless.

If you don't believe me, try it yourself. Let me see if you, who have been struck by lightning, are any different from us."

"Let's try it. It's just a little blood. We can afford it."

Zhang Xudong had nothing to do, so for fun he pricked his index finger with a silver needle, squeezed out a little blood, and dripped it onto the ring.

The old Taoist looked at it and laughed at it, "Look at how stingy you are. You have to squeeze out even a little bit of blood.

I used to catch it with a bowl.”

Zhang Xudong looked at the ring and said:

"You're just stupid. If it works, one drop is enough. If it doesn't, even if I drain you dry, it's useless.

Look at how little blood I have. Oh, I said, sir, how can this thing suck blood?

Why is my blood gone? Do I still need to bleed?"

The old Taoist was also stunned. He had never seen such a thing before!

"How about you put a bowl of blood for it to suck and try?" the old Taoist said hesitantly.

"Look, Master Dao, this thing seems to be melting and disappearing.

Look carefully, we're not trying to steal your ring, it's just that it's really weathered!"

Zhang Xudong looked at his empty hands and spoke to the Taoist priest innocently.

The old Taoist looked at Zhang Xudong's hand, then looked at Zhang Xudong's face four or five times before he asked suspiciously:

“Boy, you won’t succeed in recognizing your master, right?

Tell me the truth, and I will not only keep it a secret, but I will also find you ten or eight more of these things to play with."

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