Chapter 50: Cultivating the Tao is to Cultivate the Mind


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Chapter 50: Cultivating the Tao is to Cultivate the Mind

After three rounds of drinking, the drunk Taoist asked about the situation when he left Baihua Valley. Zhou An only said that he and Hua Wu Yue entered the Ten Thousand Demons Forest, had some adventures, and the Divine Wood Sword was destroyed. However, he obtained the Red Fruit and his cultivation level increased greatly.

"You are so blessed, kid. You have come across all these good things. If it weren't for the magic herbs left by our ancestors, no one would have come across these good things for hundreds of years." The drunk Taoist sighed.

"That's all thanks to the senior for bringing me there, otherwise I wouldn't have this opportunity." Zhou An laughed and raised his glass to toast with the drunk Taoist.

After the two drank it, Zhou An asked, "Senior, how are the preparations for the battle between good and evil going? Why is there no movement after so long?"

"Among the Eight Monsters, they all call me Old Drunkard. From now on, there is no need to call me Senior." The drunk Taoist waved his hand and was casual about the name. He took a sip of wine and exhaled the alcohol before saying, "Who said there was no movement? Both sides have fought many times and are testing each other."

"What was the result?" Zhou An asked.

“Alas, when Madam Baihua was undergoing the tribulation, the Purple River Demon Lord induced her inner demons and made her possessed by the devil. I didn’t expect that she would join the devil’s way this time. In addition, several demons who have never appeared in the world have appeared. The situation is very unfavorable to us, so the headmaster asked me to invite the Eight Monsters to come out.

Although we are eight weirdos, we basically each look after our own business and we don't have much friendship. It's too difficult to invite them, so I hope you can help me." The drunk Taoist said helplessly.

Zhou An smiled confidently. Although most of the righteous people think highly of themselves and look down on ordinary people, that cannot deny their efforts to protect ordinary people.

If it weren't for the righteous path resisting the evil path, humanity might have died out long ago.

As an emperor, he must be able to look at people in the world rationally, so this time he killed five hundred low- and middle-level cultivators in order to shock the cultivators in the world and let them know that the emperor is not someone they can easily control.

The monks who hijacked the execution ground let them go because they recognized their achievements. The world also needs them. Now Zhou An is not able to intimidate all the demons in the world by himself, so this time he must help the righteous path both for public and private reasons.

After the two of them had eaten and drunk their fill, the drunk Taoist took him to fly to Kongling Mountain.

Kongling Mountain is a snowy mountain among a group of sparsely populated mountains. In the middle of the snow-capped peak is a huge ice lake. The Eight Monsters built attics on the mountain walls, caves and snowfields around the ice lake to live in.

A streak of light flew down into the courtyard of a bamboo house leaning against the mountain wall, revealing the Drunken Taoist and Zhou An.

As soon as you get here, the system will prompt you to sign in to the gambling ghost house, and you will be rewarded with a three-yuan ghost dice. You can control the dice freely, which is an offensive top-grade spiritual treasure.

Apart from the house, there is nothing here.

"Old gambler, come out quickly." The drunk Taoist shouted at the house.

But no one answered in the room, as if no one was in the room. The drunk Taoist coughed and said loudly: "Friend Zhou Nan, do you think we should use this million silver to build a better building here?"

"Here the snow-capped mountains are surrounded by dancing clouds, and the glaciers are towering into the sky. The green snow peaks are covered with colorful ribbons, and the green lake reflects the mountaintops. The clear clouds are shining with five colors, and the double light of the night moon dyes the day sleep.

Being able to sit between buildings and enjoy the beautiful scenery and taste fine wine in such a beautiful scene is a great pleasure in life, isn't it? It's worth spending. " Zhou An said with a hearty laugh.

"Okay, then I'll go contact the person right away." The drunk Taoist shouted.

"Wait a minute, old drunkard! Do you really have a million silver?" Suddenly, a figure flashed, and a sloppy man appeared in front of them, staring at the drunk Taoist's hand with shining eyes.

The drunk Taoist pointed at Zhou An and said, "Let me introduce you to this young friend Zhou An, who is a close friend of mine. He is very rich, and a million silver coins are nothing to him."

The drunkard looked at Zhou An, snorted and laughed, "Old drunkard, where did you find such a sucker that you could cheat him out of a million silver coins?"

Zhou An smiled and said, "Senior Gambler, I need your help with something. One million taels of silver as a reward."

"Oh, OK, give me the money and I'll tell you what's the matter." The drunkard did not delay. He was really short of money. He was addicted to gambling and could only stay in his room. He was feeling miserable.

"The battle between good and evil outside Qianjing..."

The drunkard interrupted immediately and shouted, "Stop, I know you are up to no good. If you want money, you have to be alive to spend it. I can't afford to mess with those old devils."

Zhou An took out a stack of silver bills, totaling one million taels, and placed them on the stone table in the yard.

The tavern swallowed his saliva and turned away, waving his hands impatiently and shouting, "Get out!"

Zhou An took out another stack of banknotes and threw them on the stone table, saying, "Add another 1 million taels."

The gambler's cheek twitched and he clenched his fists as he tried hard to control his impulse.

"Three million taels." Zhou An took out one million taels and put them on.

The drunk Taoist next to him was laughing secretly and drinking leisurely.

The gambler was breathing rapidly, his fingers were rubbing stiffly against each other, and it was obvious that he was trying very hard to restrain himself.

"Five million taels." Zhou An's words made the gambler's body tremble, as if he had been hit hard.

Seeing that the gambler was still restraining himself, Zhou An took back the stack of banknotes and said, "Senior Drunkard, I'm sorry, but you have a strong mind. It seems that money is useless. I'd better build you a building here. These five million taels should be enough to build a nice one."

"Okay, there's still a lot left for me to buy and drink. Let's go. My broken bamboo house is leaking badly, so it's a good time to rebuild it." The drunk Taoist laughed and walked out with the wine gourd.

"etc."

The gambler roared, turned around and glared at the drunk Taoist, then walked up to Zhou An, snatched the five million taels of silver from his hand and said, "Why build a house? It's a waste of money. It's just a place to sleep. The world is so big, there's no place where you can't sleep. Why build a building?

Humph, alright, alright, I'll help you once, but let's make it clear in advance, don't call me if you want to fight alone, those old demons are very fierce, I can't beat them, it's best to trick those old guys over here."

"Haha, that's enough. I don't know how capable you are, but I won't let you fall into danger." The drunk Taoist shouted.

"Hmph, that's what you said. Contact me when the time comes. Now let's go." After the gambler finished speaking, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared in the sea of ​​clouds in the blink of an eye. It was obvious that now that he had the huge sum of money in his hands, he couldn't wait to gamble.

"This old gambler lost his family because of gambling. Later, he received guidance from a master and entered the Taoist sect. He is a righteous and generous person, but he can't control his gambling. He will definitely not break his promise." said the drunk Taoist.

"Well, who's next?" Zhou An asked.

“God Beggar, he likes to eat. In fact, he was originally a disciple of Tiandao Sect. Because of eating, he delayed important matters, which led to the previous headmaster of Tiandao Sect being killed by the Qishan Patriarch. That battle also led to the decline of Tiandao Sect. Out of guilt, he cut off one of his arms and never returned to Tiandao Sect.

Later, he and I became good friends and we traveled together. I looked for wine and he looked for delicious food. Although we were free and easy, the Tiandao Sect was his eternal pain and the demon in his heart that he could never overcome.

Now he is also at the sixth level of the innate realm, and his strength is three points stronger than that of the old Taoist priest. It is a pity that if he cannot resolve his mental problems before the sixth level of the heavenly calamity comes, he may have to die and reincarnate in advance, otherwise he will definitely become a demon. "The drunk Taoist priest sighed. Among the eight monsters, the divine beggar and he got along best.

"Has the Qishan Patriarch come this time? If so, wouldn't it be a good opportunity to avenge his master?" Zhou An asked.

"Not sure, we only know that eight demons will appear, three of them have been identified, and the remaining five are uncertain." The drunk Taoist took a big sip of wine and said with a wry smile: "Even if we kill the Qishan Patriarch, this inner demon may not be resolved. The death of our master and fellow apprentices cannot be redeemed by revenge.

"My dear friend Zhou Nan, you must remember that for a cultivator, the technique is the foundation of their practice. No matter whether it is a magic weapon or a panacea, they are all external things. What is more important is to cultivate your mind. Otherwise, the difficulties and obstacles on the road of cultivation will be hard to overcome."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior. I will keep it in mind." Zhou An nodded. After these days of contact, he knew that there were many differences between real cultivation and the novels he read on Earth in his previous life.

The path to becoming an immortal is to find a way to find your true self.

At the beginning, Zhou An even thought of learning from the protagonist in the novel and making a comeback all the way. Now he has slowly changed. All kinds of elemental tribulations are the way of heaven to help cultivators break through their own limits.

The real calamity is the inner demon. Only after he merged with the inner demon did he truly understand this.

"Let's go, the old beggar is in the cave over there." The drunk Taoist took him and flew over the cave on the cliff.

(End of this chapter)

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