Since Le Jing's goal had been achieved, he readily told Mei Yingliang the clues he had seen: "Does the person you are looking for have six fingers on his right hand?"
Mei Yingliang was excited when he heard it, "Yes, it's him! May I ask where should I go to find him?"
To be honest, the images Le Jing saw from Mei Yingliang were very blurry and shaky, and the amount of information Le Jing learned was very limited. Now, it seems that the only way is to play tricks and speak vaguely, leaving Mei Yingliang to figure it out.
The boy's gaze moved slightly upwards, his heterochromatic eyes sparkling and fixed on Mei Yingliang. There seemed to be a faint golden mist swirling in his eyes, as if he was silently looking at some unknown existence through Mei Yingliang.
There was a strange tension in the air. Mei Yingliang swallowed nervously. Her whole body felt like a weak electric current was running through it, making her feel numb.
He subconsciously slowed down his breathing, not daring to interrupt this long and deep gaze.
He was certain that the boy in front of him was performing some mysterious divination ritual.
Finally, the boy lowered his eyes and ended this long gaze. He spoke in a low voice, and his childish voice suddenly had a few traces of ethereal artistic conception: "East of Binhai and south of Changsu, there is a valley full of peach blossoms. There are dozens of families in the valley. The person you are looking for lives under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village."
Mei Yingliang was overjoyed!
He didn't expect that the senior could calculate to this extent just by looking! And the senior told him so much in detail! Mei Yingliang was almost moved by the boss's honesty!
If it was the master standing here, he would never get such a detailed answer. He could almost imagine the master's answer in his mind - "All the way south, the peach trees are in full bloom."
...Do you think this is human language? ? ?
If he asked the master to explain in more detail, the master would definitely look at him with disdain and scold him coldly: "Are you a pig? You don't even have this much understanding, and you are qualified to practice Taoism?"
The senior is such a sincere and good person!
Meeting Mei Yingliang's dull gaze, Le Jing felt a little guilty for a rare moment.
The range he gave is too large. How long will it take to find the answer if we search carefully?
The day of ascension to the immortal gate is approaching. What if Mei Yingliang misses it because he can't find anyone?
He hesitated for a moment and said tentatively: "The road is a bit far... Just don't let you miss the Ascension Gate."
Le Jing had never considered the issue of not being chosen. He already had these eyes, and Mei Yingliang had already established his foundation, but he still couldn't see as much as he did. With such a big golden finger, those cultivators were not blind. As for Mei Yingliang's reaction after learning the truth, it was not within Le Jing's consideration.
These are all minor details, and everything will be decided after he joins the Taoist sect. At worst, he can join another Taoist sect.
Mei Yingliang stared at Le Jing blankly for a few seconds, then bowed deeply to him and said incoherently: "Senior is such a good person. I will never forget your kindness to me! This time at the Ascension Gate, I will try my best to help you select the best seedlings!"
The seniors have told him everything in such detail. If he still can't find someone, then he is really a pig and not worthy of practicing Taoism!
Le Jing: "... Yeah, yeah. Thank you?"
After Le Jing found out that Mei Yingliang not only did not dislike the vague information he gave, but was rather grateful to him, he simply pointed out his concerns directly: "What if the date of the Ascension Gate arrives and you haven't found anyone yet?"
Mei Yingliang answered readily: "Then I won't look for it. I will go to Shengxianmen first. I will also participate in this discussion meeting. My master said that if I perform well this time, I can become an inner sect disciple."
A discussion meeting?
Another new word.
Le Jing's eyes flashed, and he began to ask questions calmly.
In Le Jing's opinion, Mei Yingliang is like a researcher who stays in the laboratory every day doing research. This kind of academic talent has a simple and honest character. In other words, he doesn't have any ulterior motives and is easily tricked.
So Le Jing easily obtained information about the Taoist discussion meeting from Mei Yingliang.
The Ascension Gate is the Taoist selection ceremony held every ten years. On this day, the gate to immortality is wide open and mortals from all over the world will come to participate in the selection. Thousands of troops will cross the single-plank bridge just to find immortality.
Just like the Olympics, the location of the Ascension Gate is different every time. This time it is the turn of the Linqing Sect to host the Ascension Gate Ceremony.
However, if it simply selected talents from the mortal world, the Ascension Gate would not be a hot event in the world of cultivation.
The selection of new disciples is just the appetizer. The real highlight is the competition between the new generation of outstanding disciples from various sects after the immortal gate is closed, which is the discussion meeting.
The Daoism Conference is divided into two parts: one is a martial arts competition, and the other is a casual discussion. The former is physical, equivalent to a sports meeting, and the latter is verbal, similar to a debate. Mei Yingliang participated in a Taoist magic competition.
From Mei Yingliang's face full of longing for the Dao Discussion Meeting, Le Jing could understand the status of this Dao Discussion Meeting in the minds of young Taoists. For young disciples like Mei Yingliang, the Dao Discussion Meeting is not only a rare opportunity to exchange and learn from other sects, but also the best occasion to make a name for themselves.
Also, although Mei Yingliang did not say it, Le Jing vaguely guessed the other meaning of the discussion meeting - to establish authority and win people's hearts.
Let those new disciples who have just embarked on the path of seeking immortality with untold hardships see with their own eyes the magical powers of the cultivators, let them restrain the arrogance they developed in the mortal world, clarify their own direction, and most importantly: develop a sense of belonging to the sect they belong to.
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After having a good meal and a good drink, Le Jing said goodbye to Mei Yingliang. Mei Yingliang was going to go south to look for someone, and Le Jing stayed in Changsu City and waited for Mei Yingliang to come back to him in half a month, and then they would go to participate in the Shengxianmen together.
Le Jing walked out of the restaurant and faced the bright sun in the sky with a rare expectant smile.
It seems that he can only continue to make a living by being a fortune teller for the next half month.
Now that he had eaten his fill, it was time for him to take a shower and change his clothes. He should also go see a doctor to bandage his wounds, otherwise they would get infected.
The little beggar's clothes were stinking, luckily Le Jing didn't have mysophobia. Mei Yingliang was also well-mannered, she remained calm, talked and laughed as usual, and didn't look down on him.
"Um... Senior," Mei Yingliang called him from behind. Le Jing turned around and saw the young Taoist priest took out a small white porcelain bottle from his sleeve. His eyes lingered on the wound on his body with a tangled look: "I have a bottle of the best resurrection pills here. If you don't mind..."
Le Jing took it immediately and said with a smile: "Thank you very much for your kindness."
Mei Yingliang waved his hands repeatedly: "Senior, you are too polite. This time, I am grateful for your guidance. It is just a bottle of Huanyang Pill. You must have a better pill in your hand. I hope you don't think I am meddling."
Le Jing almost laughed out loud.
This little Taoist priest was so stupid. He had tried to trick him into saying so many things, but he not only didn't realize it, but he also respected him like a senior. It really made him laugh and cry.
"Little Taoist priest, be careful with what you say, and don't be too sincere. You still need more experience." The boy narrowed his eyes, covering his strange eyes, and bowed to him with a warm smile, "Pay attention to everything and take care of yourself."
Mei Yingliang was stunned for a moment before he realized what the boy meant by his suggestion. He responded loudly to the boy's back as he blended into the crowd, "Junior understands. Thank you for your guidance, senior."
The boy waved at him without looking back and quickly disappeared at the busy street corner.
He suddenly recalled a conversation he had with his master when he was a child:
"Master has such a high talent, he will surely be able to attain enlightenment and become an immortal very soon!"
"Talent? How can I say I have talent? I am just diligent enough." The always cold and indifferent master rarely showed a bitter smile: "I worked hard to calculate the heavens, the earth, the destiny, and the people, but it is not as good as one look from others."
At that time, he did not understand the meaning of "one glance" in his master's mouth, and it was hard for him to imagine that there could be someone more powerful than his master.
But now, he suddenly understood.
The seniors are the truly talented ones that even the masters envy.
With just one glance, you can know your past life, determine your present life, and understand cause and effect.
…
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When Le Jing passed by the cloth shop, he happened to meet the short and fat guy. The little fat guy was running around anxiously. When he looked up and saw Le Jing, he shouted excitedly and ran over: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, you're finally back!"
He carefully took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Le Jing with a painful look on his face, "Here, here you go, my brother and I's New Year's money is in here, please don't curse me to death."
Le Jing took the purse and shook it. It was heavy. He opened it and saw that there were four or five silver coins.
He raised his eyes and met the eager gaze of the short and fat man. Suddenly, he found him very pleasing to the eye. He nodded and said, "I won't curse you to death. Go away."
The short and fat boy was immediately happy, and forgot to feel sorry for his lucky money. He laughed so hard that his gapping teeth were exposed. "You said it! Don't regret it!"
Le Jing nodded and said with a smile, "No regrets."
Looking at the short and fat man's back as he left happily, the smile on the boy's lips subtly became more malicious.
He had already seen the life of this short and fat man, which was full of disasters but lived to be a hundred years old, which seemed like a curse.
You reap what you sow. Every sip and bite is destiny.
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With the New Year's money he had collected, Le Jing took a good bath and rubbed off all the old mud on the fool's body. Then he bought himself a set of neat and clean clothes.
As for the bottle of Resurrection Pill given by Mei Yingliang... Le Jing was a little more careful. He took out one pill and fed it to a seriously injured stray dog on the street.
As Le Jing watched intently, he saw the bleeding wounds on the stray dog heal and form scars quickly, and even the dry and messy dog hair began to look shiny.
The stray dog stopped moaning, opened its bright dark eyes and stared at Le Jing for a moment, then stretched out its pink tongue and licked Le Jing's hand flatteringly.
Le Jing didn't mind that he was dirty, and reached out to touch his head with a smile.
"Good dog."
Wow, that's really rare.
Le Jing thought carelessly, I didn't expect that a dog could go to the Ascension Gate and be chosen. What is this? A demon cultivator?
He stood up and after walking for a while he realized that the dog was following him.
Le Jing glanced at him, but didn't chase him away, acquiescing in his following. Then the stray dog wagged its tail happily, ran up to him in small steps, and circled around him happily.
Le Jing came to the stream and looked into the bright and clear water. He found that the fool was actually quite good-looking. He had delicate eyebrows, a high nose, deep eyes, and a pair of cat-like eyes. At first glance, he looked like a mixed-race boy.
He is just too thin, with sunken cheeks. You can tell at one glance that he is malnourished. He should take better care of himself.
So the next day, a strange sight appeared in Changsu City.
A kid set up a fortune-telling stall in the most famous antique street in the city, saying that if the fortune-telling was wrong, he would pay ten times the amount.
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