Chapter 405 Weird Master

Descending is a big deal.

As for big things, for ordinary people, they don’t matter much.

Eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink, and practice when you should practice.

Just like Wang Lin.

Several years had passed, and he, whose cultivation had reached the fourth level of Nirvana, finally chose to come out.

"After so many years, I have practiced the Huangquan Shengqiao Sutra to the point where there is no more room for improvement. I will take advantage of this opportunity while Master is at home to ask for a new technique."

Shower, change clothes and shave.

Standing in front of the bronze mirror, Wang Lin looked at his beard which was already more than an inch long in the mirror, and a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes.

The blade passed across the chin, revealing a face that no longer looked childish.

How long had he been in seclusion?

As he walked out of the courtyard, the guards around him saluted Wang Lin one by one.

"Young Mountain Master."

"Well, has my master returned?"

"In reply to Young Master Shan, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is currently practicing in the back mountain. If Young Master Shan needs to visit him, he can ask the secret guards in charge."

"I see."

Wang Lin nodded in agreement and then headed towards the main peak of Ziwei.

Wang Lin no longer has any impression of his master.

A day in the human world is a thousand years in the cave.

Wang Lin's experience might not be so exaggerated, but he had been in the small cave inside the pearl for almost several decades, and his impression of Chen Zhixing still remained on the few times he had met him as a teenager.

There is an impression, but it is no longer profound.

However, Wang Lin is a man who knows his own identity very well. He knows how he got everything he has today, and his recognition of his master Chen Zhixing has not diminished in the slightest.

Slowly climb up Ziwei Mountain.

He greeted Xue Po who was guarding the back mountain. After a while, a young boy's voice came from the cave, which made Wang Lin feel a little unfamiliar.

"Come in."

Seeing this, Wang Lin nodded to Xue Po who came out of the cave, then walked into the cave with a smile.

"Master, Lin'er is here to see you."

"Um."

This was the first time that Wang Lin walked into the back mountain of the main peak of Ziwei Mountain and witnessed how broad and profound the Ziwei Chen family's heritage was.

Although this place is called a cave, it is actually no different from a cave in heaven.

There are no cliff barriers.

What you see after entering is actually green bricks, green tiles and white jade carved pillars. Above your head are the stars transformed from the Great Demon Pill. The streams flowing by the roadside are the streams transformed from the spiritual liquid. The flowers and plants you see along the way are all thousand-year-old spiritual medicines. If you look carefully, you will also find various great demons appearing and disappearing among these spiritual medicine flowers .

Only a minority are in the Nirvana realm, while those in the Peak realm are all eating grass.

There were two golden eagles, one male and one female, squatting on a high platform in the distance. If Wang Lin was not mistaken, that thing should be called the Golden-winged Roc.

The loach swimming in the spiritual liquid has four claws.

What is this.

A miniature primitive world?

Glancing at these things that would be considered shocking in the outside world with the corner of his eye, Wang Lin suppressed his shock and continued to move forward in the "cave" where the real space was almost the same as the main peak of the outside world.

After walking up the stairs for ten minutes, I finally reached the gate of a Taoist temple.

【Ziwei Heng】

There were three large characters carved on the gilded plaque, with silver frost hanging on them. Below it, the golden star wooden door, which was as wide as a finger, had a gap open.

Wang Lin stopped here, bent his knees and floated down.

"Master, I, your disciple Wang Lin, greet you."

The surrounding environment made Wang Lin, who was no longer a teenager, subconsciously want to do things with a sense of ceremony.

Immediately, Chen Zhixing's slightly surprised voice was heard from Ziwei Heng.

"Hmm? Didn't I just tell you to come in?"

“Yes.”

Wang Lin stood up and pushed open the door in front of him, which still seemed a bit heavy even for him now, and saw the young man inside who was leaning on a soft sleeper and reading.

There was a white snake as long as an arm growing on the boy's shoulder. The white snake looked at Wang Lin for a while, and then it spewed out its tongue and made a hissing sound.

Seeing this, Wang Lin smiled slightly and saluted again.

"Master, I, your disciple Wang Lin, greet you."

Lying on the couch, Chen Zhixing put down Lianshan, turned around and frowned slightly.

"Who told you to do that? Tell him to get thirty sticks on his head later."

Wang Lin smiled bitterly when he heard this.

No one taught him the rules. Over the years, he had been in seclusion except for eating. At most, he would be dragged by his junior brother Xiao Shitou to stroll around the third peak in his spare time. The rest of the time was used to practice the Huangquan Shengqiao Sutra. Otherwise, he would not have reached his current level.

But is it necessary to say these words to the master?

Wang Lin thought it would be more appropriate for him to go back home and receive thirty sticks.

Wang Lin was thinking this in his heart, but he heard Chen Zhixing's voice again.

"Well, I haven't seen you for a few years. You have grown a lot taller. This time you came to see me as a master, but you encountered something you don't understand in your practice."

"No, it's just that Lin'er hasn't seen Master for a long time and I miss him very much."

"Long time no see? Has it been a long time?"

Chen Zhixing's voice on the couch seemed a little surprised. Wang Lin saw him counting on his fingers for a moment, then looking at him with a playful look.

"But forty years have passed?"

"this"

Wang Lin smiled bitterly and replied, "Master, I have indeed been practicing in that small cave for forty years. Now I have completed the Huangquan Shengqiao Sutra. I came to see Master this time to ask for the method of subsequent practice."

"You are a good material for cultivation."

"Master, you are praised."

"I'm not praising you. To be honest, it's a pity that you don't have any talent. You just know how to practice hard. If someone else had practiced the Huangquan Shengqiao Sutra for decades, I think they wouldn't need to come to me again. They would have been able to comprehend the skills and follow up in these decades."

Wang Lin looked at Chen Zhixing, who seemed to have some regrets while speaking, and a flash of shame also flashed across his face: "I am stupid, Master, thank you for your trouble."

Yes, the Huangquan Shengqiao Realm is the fundamental method. If a person with talent and intelligence can practice to his level, he will naturally be able to comprehend the subsequent methods, and there is no need to switch to other methods or seek subsequent methods.

"I'm not saying you're stupid, I'm just saying you're not innovative. But for you, it's enough."

Chen Zhixing didn't think that his eldest disciple was stupid. After all, he was not a casual cultivator. He had the support of the Ziwei Chen family. There were hundreds of techniques to choose from that could help him practice all the way to the pinnacle. Naturally, there was no need for him to waste energy on coming up with something new.

He just felt a little regretful. If his eldest disciple continued like this, he might be trapped at the peak for hundreds or thousands of years, and the biggest possibility was that he would never achieve the realm of immortality.

After all, breaking through to the realm of immortality is not something that can be achieved with just perseverance in practice.

After thinking for a while, Chen Zhixing threw down the "Lianshan" he had just read and a copy of "Huangquan Daluojing" on the high-rise soft sleeper.

"Hey, this Huangquan Daluojing is the subsequent method summarized by me after observing Huangquan Shengqiao for many years. It is enough for you to practice to the pinnacle. Lianshan next to it is a rare book that I find interesting the more I read it. You can keep it together. You can study it more in your spare time. You may get unexpected gains. It will also be of great benefit to your enlightenment and immortality in the future."

On the high platform, Chen Zhixing's figure was looming, making it impossible to see his true form.

At least Wang Lin had never seen it.

In fact, after entering this Ziwei Heng, all Wang Lin saw was the white snake sticking out from the shoulder of the vague white mist that represented the figure of the Supreme.

As for the Master’s true appearance, it is still unknown.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

“Thank you, Master, for the Dharma.” Wang Lin paid homage with great respect, feeling that his Master must have already reached the level of nature. He wondered what realm he had reached now.

"You are boring. Forget it. Don't retreat these days. In a few days, I will ask your mistress to help you find a few girls from good families. You are not young anymore. It is time for you to get married."

"ha?"

Wang Lin was dumbfounded.

What did the master just say, getting married, him?

"Why are you staring at me? If I allow you to continue practicing like this, I'm afraid you will turn yourself into a stone."

On the soft couch, Chen Zhixing was yawning.

At this time, the effect of the Qingjing Wenshen Pill he had taken had just reached its critical point. He was very sleepy and seemed a little tired after chatting with Wang Lin for a few words.

But his eldest disciple was really stupid, so he had to take the trouble to give him a few more instructions.

"What is the purpose of cultivation? It is to be able to see far and wide, to make oneself more complete, to be qualified and perhaps to have better things accompany oneself, to live a long and healthy life without any regrets in one's heart, rather than being like you are now, focusing only on improving one's realm and not thinking about anything else."

"I know I was wrong, but Master, can we discuss the marriage again? I feel I am still young."

"Little bullshit, your bone age is almost seventy now. If you don't get married, when you make further progress in your cultivation, you will be like your master now, and you won't be able to leave any offspring!"

"Uh, when I came here before, I heard that Master already had a junior apprentice."

"Just one! And he's a troublesome one at that. If possible, I, your master, would like to train a few more trumpets."

“.”

"Don't worry about it, it's settled. How can I, your master, cheat you?"

“.”

There is more to a person's life than just cultivation. The purpose of cultivation is nothing more than to have more time to enjoy life.

This is Chen Zhixing’s summary of the word “cultivation”.

Compared to Wang Lin's hard work, Chen Zhixing is more optimistic about the mentality of his second disciple Shi Hao. He usually just chases chickens and walks dogs in the mountains, and his cultivation level is improving rapidly. His Tao heart is as perfect and flawless as that of an infant, and his cultivation level is also unobstructed as before.

This state of mind is most suitable for practitioners.

Wang Lin doesn’t think so!

After returning home from the main peak of Ziwei Mountain, Wang Lin felt a chill every time he thought of his master's true form revealed when he finally dispelled the fog around him.

"Is there something wrong with Master's practice?"

Wang Lin didn’t think that there was any cultivator who, after practicing for a long time, would become someone who could be seen clearly at a glance. His internal organs, heart, liver, spleen, and lungs were clearly the structure of a normal person, but they were constantly switching between the chaotic airflow.

The skin is transparent! So are the internal organs!

Even the ears, mouth, nose and tongue In the end, what remained in Wang Lin's mind was only Chen Zhixing's eyes that were as bright as the stars, especially the sharp gaze like the sword intent, which made Wang Lin feel that his heart of seeking the truth was cut by a sword even if he was only slightly touched by it.

“Is this what it looks like after the peak?”

Wang Lin didn't dare to imagine.

But Wang Lin believed what his master told him to leave descendants first.

Because Wang Lin also felt that if he became like his master, he might not be able to leave any descendants.

As he thought this, Wang Lin felt a weight on his legs.

When he looked down, he saw his junior fellow apprentice Shi Hao hugging his thighs and looking up at him with a smile.

"Brother, you have aged a lot."

Wang Lin: “.”

Compared to the junior brother in front of him, he is indeed not young anymore.

Holding Xiao Shitou tightly in his arms, Wang Lin walked forward with him while asking questions.

"Little Stone, has anything happened on the mountain recently? I heard that Master's Wife gave birth to a little Junior Brother for us, but why can't I see Junior Brother along the way?"

"My junior brother was lost by the lion and tiger!"

"ha?"

"Hehe, it was Uncle Chou Chou who told me that Shihu thought Junior Brother was a monster, so he threw him into the North Sea to fill up the sea eye. Because of this, Granny Ying hugged me and cried for a long time."

North Sea?

Sea eye?

Monster? "What the hell is this?"

Wang Lin shook his head silently, feeling that this matter was a bit far-fetched.

Although the master's current appearance is indeed like a monster, Wang Lin still doesn't believe it if he says that the little junior brother he gave birth to is a monster.

Besides, even if it really is a monster, so what?

With their protection, even if my junior brother feeds a hundred people a day, we can still support him. Why should the master do this?

Well, in Wang Lin’s eyes, there may be no right or wrong in this world. Closeness and distance are the real right and wrong for him.

"It's true. Not only do I hear others say that my junior brother is a monster, but even our lion and tiger seem to have turned into a monster as well."

When he said this, Little Stone looked around nervously. When he saw that no one was looking at him, he whispered to Wang Lin: "I'm telling you, Senior Brother. When I went to see the lion tiger a few days ago, I felt that the lion tiger was so scary. The lion tiger was no longer a monster. I saw a bunch of air floating around, but the lion tiger himself was still unaware of it. He talked to me and even stretched out a stream of air to touch my head. It was so scary."

Wang Lin: “.”

He knew that his junior fellow apprentice was a born divine being, and his eyes could often see scenes that ordinary people could not see. Moreover, he also felt that the master he saw was very strange, as if he was really a ball of air, not a human body.

"Is it really Qi?" Wang Lin's voice was a little dry. Could it be that his master really went crazy? "Yes, yes!" Little Stone nodded repeatedly, as if afraid that Wang Lin would not believe it, and hurriedly said: "It's not just Qi, it's also constantly swallowing things. Senior brother, have you seen the snake on the lion and tiger? Let me tell you, I saw with my own eyes before that the snake was swallowed by the lion and tiger in one breath without paying attention. Then the snake seemed to be afraid that I would find out, so it spit out a lot of air and formed a lion and tiger again.

It's so vivid and scary!"

(End of this chapter)