That is the emperor's teacher.

After Qi Wuhuo said this, he left and walked into the world of mortals, going farther and farther away. Only the fortune teller muttered a few words, and then sat back on the wooden stake. He felt that these six words were so refreshing that he could not chew them enough. He wanted to curse the young man for being so ignorant of his own limitations, but he seemed to be able to see the extremely heavy burden that the young man was carrying.

Under such heavy pressure, these six words have a youthful spirit.

Even the gentleman in gray couldn't help but sigh and said:

"You should drink!"

"The spirit of youth is the best thing to go with wine."

"Old age, corruption, and petty greed are the most disgusting things in the world."

The fortune teller shook his head and sighed, "But this matter is not something you can do with just a word. There are many things and they are difficult. It depends on how you plan to do it."

"Don't make empty promises."

He reached out his hand and rummaged around inside his sleeve, and took out some steamed and dried sweet potatoes.

He put it in his mouth and bit it, recalling the scene of the boy's Yuan Qi and Yuan Jing combining. Even he couldn't help but admire it again and again: "The innate is transformed into all things. All things that want to practice to reverse this scene mostly take pills and swallow bait. Those who can follow the earth veins are already superior, not to mention what the little calf nose did before."

"The Supreme Being is the one who has no limit."

"Even I have seen it for the first time. Even those great disciples who have gone from the Three Elements to the Innate Qi, although they do not rely on external objects, they still need to concentrate their minds and use the guidance of the spirit to break through. This is the inferior level of the [Active Method]. When the mind moves, the Qi and the essence merge. This has never happened before. Wow, it's rare, rare, really rare."

He then muttered to himself, "I heard that the great Master Xuandu seemed to be a person created by the Queen Nuwa at the beginning. He was considered to be half an innate living being. In addition, he was enlightened by the Supreme Being. The three elements were gathered when he was born. The rest of his disciples also achieved the innate Qi by concentrating their spirits. However, they each took different paths later on."

"So, isn't this little fellow the only one since ancient times who can be compared to the Supreme at this level?"

"This can be regarded as the true teaching of the Supreme Master..."

"Calf nose, that's awesome!"

"Next time we meet, I'll treat you to a drink, haha... me? Um, [me]?"

He was suddenly confused.

I didn't know why I, who had always been careful with my words, suddenly and instinctively uttered the name "Laozi".

Then he became aware of his own spirit trying its best to warn him.

"Hmm? This little guy is a descendant of Taiqing Zhen…"

"Taishang?"

"Great!!!"

The fortune teller in gray was originally thinking of something happy, clapping and shouting, but suddenly he seemed to finally realize something, and his words seemed to be stuck on a rope, stuck in his neck. He muttered a few words, his eyes were straight, and the dried sweet potatoes in his mouth no longer tasted sweet.

Not only is it not sweet, it feels like a knife cutting into your throat.

Then I broke out in a cold sweat.

Huh? Huh?!!!

He is from the Tai Shang lineage, but his teacher may not be Tai Shang, right?

I think I said something like old cow nose?

Huh? Ah, ahahahaha, was that me? Was it me? I said that? Ahahahahaha, no, no...

thump!!!

The fortune teller stood up, then his knees went weak and he knelt down facing east.

In the afternoon, when the monk passed by with the herbs he had picked, he saw the fortune teller kneeling there holding three incense sticks. He raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"Buddhism does not have the tradition of kneeling down to burn incense."

"Kneel? Haha, you fool, which eye of yours saw me kneel?!"

"Bald, open your eyes and look!"

"I'm stretching my waist!"

"I've just been taking advantage of her more recently, and having fun playing with the girls. My knees are weak, so this makes me feel more comfortable!"

"Do you understand?"

"You really don't know anything, baldy!"

The fortune teller sneered.

By the way, he knelt straight with his back as straight as a gun.

The great monk shook his head and said calmly: "Although you have no Buddhist practice, I suddenly feel that you can burn out relics."

"Hard-mouthed enough."

"The only pair of mouth-burned relics since ancient times."

The fortune teller was furious.

But he remained in the kneeling position without moving.

After kneeling for three incense sticks, it was already dark, but his face was full of sorrow and sadness.

It’s so painful, so painful, what can I do?

It's really a big trouble.

——One of the things that fortune tellers pay attention to is to avoid.

The best fortune tellers don’t have endless magical methods and thousands of supernatural powers. They think they can predict anything in the world with just a wave of their hands.

Such people often die with the grass on their graves being three feet tall.

Instead, we should learn to exercise restraint.

Know what you shouldn’t calculate and what you shouldn’t know, and it’s best not to even think about it.

Knowing what to say is the beginning, while knowing how to shut up is the master.

Now that he knew the background of the young Taoist priest, his words and actions towards him would inevitably be problematic. He would inevitably take care of him and be polite to him. This would inevitably go against the original intention of letting the young Taoist priest out to gain experience. After all, everyone knew that the Tai Shang lineage was the most difficult and the highest, but was famous for its laissez-faire nature in the Three Realms and Six Paths.

Like herding sheep...

The old cow's nose disappeared in an instant.

The fortune teller's mouth twitched, and he strangled the thought.

He slapped himself on the mouth, neither too hard nor too light.

After thinking about it, I did it again.

Then he bowed to the east again and again, with a sad face: "You are so magnanimous, magnanimous, I have always been a talkative child since I was young."

"Don't bother with a kid like me. Don't bother with me."

Mr. Gray sighed and felt a headache.

My own spirit is so sharp.

People who practice cultivation cultivate inner perfection, and there is no direct relationship between the level of realm and the level of combat power. Some immortals are unrivaled in the world with a sword, but apart from the means of slaying external demons, they know nothing else; some have received talismans and become human immortals, and their realm is also high, but what they are good at is actually alchemy, or they cultivate the clarity of the primordial spirit and practice divination.

The most famous ones are the Clairvoyance and the Super Ear.

His realm is not low, but his combat power is poor.

If their magic weapons were confiscated, they would be just two idiots.

However, their methods of avoiding disasters and calamities were extremely high. Many of their peers either died in disasters or fought against others, but these two did not practice the method of subduing demons and protecting the way, but only practiced the method of avoiding disasters and calamities. Their status and strength became higher and higher, and they became stronger and stronger. When they looked back, all their peers were dead, but the two of them had already ranked high above the Lingxiao Palace.

Among all the gods, he is not the best fighter, but the giant spirit can beat two of them with one hand.

But he is definitely one of the most famous generals.

Mr. Gray's own level of intelligence is probably equal to that of the other two combined, topped by a spike.

Once you know it, it is equivalent to keeping it in mind and focused at all times.

It is useless for others to recite this name, but his sharp and clear spirit will most likely allow that person to perceive it directly. Even if that person does not care, as long as he is aware of it, reciting this name and existence will be directly perceived by that person's eldest disciple, the Emperor of Wuxian Lingguan.

If I make another mistake.

It might even fall directly from a furnace in the Xuandu Palace of the Thirty-Six Heavens Purple Mansion.

Dare you scold my master?

Good death!

At that time, I could only go back to my hometown honestly.

Seek shelter from that guy and hide with him, Xuan Du won’t be able to kill you.

Unless two people really get angry and fight to the death.

"Then what am I running out for!"

"Then I ran out for nothing!"

So Mr. Gray wanted to dig a hole and bury himself immediately, and wanted to scream to the sky.

Damn it, why did I have to realize this!!!

Damn, why!!!

So he thought for a long time, then threw himself into the wine jar and drank his fill.

He released his clone and continuously used the magical power of sealing cognition on his own soul.

Until your soul forgets about this matter.

This is to avoid disaster.

…

Qi Wuhuo returned to Lianyang Temple. When he went back, he saw the young Taoist Mingxin chasing a chicken. However, the young Taoist was young and his legs were not long enough. The three-yellow chicken was extremely agile and its movements were particularly tricky. The young Taoist shouted, "Don't run, don't run," and followed behind with a big broom in his hand, but he could not catch it.

The young Taoist priest Mingxin stood there leaning on a broom, breathing heavily and wiping the cold sweat that was running down his chin with his hand.

He gnashed his teeth, but he was already exhausted: "Don't run, don't run!"

"return!"

"return!!!"

The young Taoist priest finally mustered up his remaining courage, raised the broom high up, and then dropped it heavily in front of him. The three-yellow chicken flapped its wings a few times and actually flew up. Under the young Taoist priest's astonished gaze, it flew a full three meters and then fluttered out. There was even a hint of disdain and three points of elegance in its eyes, which made the young Taoist priest grit his teeth.

The old Taoist priest was still stroking his beard and watching the joke behind him.

The young Taoist turned around and stamped his feet on the ground and said, "Master, you are still laughing!"

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore. I won't laugh anymore."

"Then what do you want, Master?"

Just as Mingxin was watching the three yellow chicken about to fly away, suddenly a stream of water turned into a rope and pulled the three yellow chicken. The water mist looked quite beautiful in the sunlight, and the three yellow chicken had to fall down with its wings folded. The little Taoist Mingxin spread his arms and ran over. With a small jump, he hugged the three yellow chicken in his arms. The chicken was still struggling, but the little Taoist held on tightly and was very happy.

The mist dissipated like a dream, and then the young Taoist was seen walking back from outside with a sword box on his back.

The young Taoist priest Mingxin greeted happily.

"Uncle Qi!"

"What's this?!"

"That's amazing, is that a trick?!"

The young Taoist smiled and said, "It's not worth mentioning."

After cultivating the innate Qi, the Yuan Qi is different from the Yuan Qi in the human body and can leave the body. So the Yuan Shen pulled the Yuan Qi and gathered water vapor with the method, and it turned into the previous method. The young Taoist swept his sleeves, and the water vapor gathered and fell back into the river on one side, causing ripples without the slightest smell of worldly things, and he himself had already walked into the Taoist temple.

The young Taoist priest Mingxin just felt happy and walked forward holding the three yellow chickens.

The old Taoist's expression changed. He first thought he had made a mistake and stood up subconsciously. After checking several times, he finally looked at the young Taoist in front of him in disbelief. He took a deep breath and asked tentatively:

"Daoyou, have you made a breakthrough?"

Qi Wuhuo nodded.

The old Taoist sighed: "You are sixteen years old this year?"

The young Taoist replied, "In a few days, after the New Year, I will be sixteen years old."

"Sixteen years old..."

The old Taoist muttered for a long time, then sighed and said, "What a talent!"

“Good understanding!”

"Even if you started practicing Taoism at the age of six, you should have been practicing Taoism for less than ten years, right?"

Qi Wuhuo thought for a moment and replied, "Well, less than ten years."

"Less than ten years. Less than ten years."

The old Taoist held the scroll of Taoist scriptures in his hand, shook his head and sighed for a long time. He really didn't know what to say, and said: "In ten years, you can walk the path of the three talents, step by step to the innate one qi. You can be called a Taoist priest, not just a Taoist priest. Sigh, the young are really to be feared, the young are really to be feared."

Then he watched his disciple walking around happily with the three yellow chickens in his arms.

The old Taoist tapped the young Taoist's head with the Taoist scripture in his hand and said, "Look at your uncle, you are almost eleven years old, not to mention the level of Xiantian Yiqi, which is enough to open a Taoist temple by yourself, you haven't even cultivated the three talents. Look at you, and then look at your uncle Qi!"

The young Taoist priest covered his head with his hands, but as soon as he let go, the three-yellow chicken flew away with its wings.

Ming Xin looked at the running away three yellow chicken with grievance and replied: "Then Master, when you were at Uncle Qi's age, did you achieve the innate Qi?"

The old Taoist priest was blocked all of a sudden.

The young Taoist asked: "If you can't do it, why should I do it?"

The old Taoist priest didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he picked up the Taoist scriptures, pretended to hit him, and said, "Little Cow Nose, you are really good at talking."

"Is your butt itchy again?"

The young Taoist Mingxin was horrified, covering his forehead with one hand and trotting quickly. The old Taoist still had a childlike heart and played with him. After playing, the old man turned around and smiled at the young Taoist, saying: "If you have cultivated the innate Qi, any Dharma lineage is a big deal. Taoist friend, do you want to write a letter to the master and tell him about this?"

Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "No need."

He carried the sword case on his back and pushed open the door of the Taoist temple's main hall.

It is also the only place in the entire Lianyang Temple that can be considered grand. When he saw the statues of the Three Pure Ones, he thought about it, took three incense sticks from the table, and just shook it slightly. The vital energy flowed through quickly and was ignited. When casting spells in the full realm of the Three Talents, the altar, spells, and hand seals must be coordinated. But now, with the flow of vital energy, he can perform many methods without these procedures.

Taoist temples all worship the Three Pure Ones.

But some take Yuanshi as the center.

Some regard Tai Shang as the central main god.

Lianyang Temple, the master worships Taishang.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest had also accomplished his mission. He held the young Taoist priest in one arm and held the three yellow chickens in one hand. The young Taoist priest Mingxin had a few chicken feathers in his hair. He asked curiously, "It's not morning or evening, why is Uncle Qi offering incense to the Three Pure Ones?" The old Taoist priest thought for a moment and exclaimed, "How free and easy! All Taoists in the world are disciples of the Taoist Patriarch."

"So after he broke through, he stopped sending messages to his teacher."

“I only burn incense to the Three Pure Ones.”

"I see. Can the Three Pure Ones know?"

The old Taoist paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sincerity is the key to success."

The young Taoist bowed slightly, then placed three sticks of incense in the incense burner, and whispered in his heart:

"teacher."

"Disciple has made a breakthrough."

"Besides, I know what to do now."

Three pillars of fragrant incense rose up, and Qi Wuhuo turned and walked away. The old Taoist priest greeted him and said with a smile that today was a breakthrough for the Taoist friend, and they should celebrate a little. The young Taoist priest added, "It means you can eat something delicious." Then the old Taoist priest patted his forehead gently. The old Taoist priest shook his head helplessly and said with a smile, "I'm just greedy."

Behind him, three pillars of fragrance rose up.

There seems to be a mystery, and there is a tendency to go straight up to the sky, beyond the clouds, and up to the thirty-sixth heaven.

But at this moment——

In the Xuandu Palace of Zifu in the heaven.

Master Xuandu is making elixir.