Chapter 81: Clearing the Clouds and Seeing the Sun Return to the Pure Land
"Occupying a house by force? And even trying to evict people?" Long Qiyi glared and shouted, "Isn't that the work of robbers!?"
Xin Yi, however, seemed nonchalant: "According to what you say, it's up to others? Even if matters of love are committed by robbers, so what?"
It's not okay to let others do it, but if you force them, this... this seems a bit inappropriate. After all, melons are more delicious when they are sweet.
Long Qi looked at Xin Yi and suddenly felt that he was extremely stupid. This man was just a bachelor, so what good ideas could he give?
Xinyi glanced at Long Qi who was scratching his head in thought and smiled softly - what a young boy.
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"How could it be!? How could someone who could set up such a strange formation have the qualifications of a five-element pseudo-spiritual root?" Honeysuckle looked incredulous.
"Hahahaha!" The old man with the bamboo cane stroked his beard and laughed, "Why not?"
This rhetorical question left Jindong speechless. Seeing him like this, the old man with the bamboo stick continued:
"There are countless wonders in this world, and there are always things you can't imagine. Take me for example. I once practiced with your Yuanqing Sect's founder, Wuwei. Now, hundreds of years have passed, and although I am only a wandering immortal, I have achieved immortality. Isn't this the reason for practicing Taoism?"
Jin Dong was extremely surprised when she heard this. How could someone with fake Five Elements spiritual roots actually cultivate to the Scattered Immortal Realm?!
"Let's not talk about the distant past, let's just talk about Lingxiang. Have you ever thought about why she has the lowest cultivation level among the nine disciples of Yuanqing? Even Shoucheng has a higher cultivation level than her. Is it really because of her young age? That little girl had already reached the foundation-building stage at the age of seven. Looking at the world, only the great gods of the ancient Three Altars and Sea Assemblies have ever had such aptitude!"
Rendong didn't know how to answer for a moment. After entering Yuanqing, although she had heard some things about Elder Fucang, she had never learned much about him. Could it be that she also had a false spiritual root of the five elements?
"You will definitely think that Lingxiang is also a pseudo spiritual root of the five elements. Yes, she can perform some of the various spells, so it does look a bit like her." The old man with the bamboo stick said as he turned his back.
"Difficult... isn't it?"
"For her, if it really is a fake spiritual root, it wouldn't be bad, but it's a pity..."
What a pity? What a pity?
"It's a pity that she has a damaged spiritual root." The old man with the bamboo cane turned around, his face full of pity.
"Residual spiritual roots? What kind of spiritual roots are residual spiritual roots?" This kind of spiritual root was the first time that Jindong had heard of it.
"Come to think of it, you must have experienced the Dust-Seeing Mirror to test your spiritual roots, right?"
Honeysuckle nodded when he heard this, but the old man with the bamboo stick sighed when he saw him like this.
"Even with the Dust-Seeing Mirror, I can't detect the spiritual roots of that little girl."
"The Dust-peeking Mirror can't detect it? How could that be? Isn't the Dust-peeking Mirror an ancient magical treasure?"
Upon hearing this, the old man with the bamboo cane sighed and sat back on the stone bench.
"Incomplete means incomplete. Since it's not a complete spiritual root, how can the Dust-Seeing Mirror detect it?"
When these words came out, Jin Dong was stunned. Incomplete? He was just an ordinary person in the world, and his spiritual roots were complete. How could he be incomplete?
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Lingxiang felt a little puzzled. He didn't know what the old man with the bamboo stick had said to Rendong. He just sat alone in the yard and didn't respond even when he was called to eat.
"Hey! You little kids just love to dwell on trivial matters. I, an old guy, just gave you some advice, but now I don't know what you are doing wrong!" The old man with the bamboo stick said as he took a bite of the tender bamboo shoots. Although he had been able to fast for a long time, he had to admit that the bamboo shoots made by Lingxiang were indeed delicious.
However, Lingxiang felt somewhat worried after hearing what the old man with the bamboo stick said.
"I brought him here for your guidance, not to take him around in circles. If we end up in a dead end, wouldn't it be all in vain?"
Lingxiang was about to stand up when she spoke, but was stopped by the old man with the bamboo stick.
"Look, look, you said you didn't come here out of your sincere desire to see me. What kind of alley can that little brat have? What's the harm in letting him go? It really makes me sad that you are covering up for his shortcomings like this!" As he said this, the old man with the bamboo stick held his chest with his hand, his face full of sadness.
Lingxiang rolled her eyes and said, "Your old heart is much tougher than a bamboo stick. It won't hurt even if it breaks." She said this, but still sat down leaning against the old man with the bamboo stick.
The three of them stayed in the ancient bamboo forest for two days and picked a full ten kilograms of bamboo flowers. The old man with the bamboo stick was so heartbroken that he cried out that the bamboo stick had broken before he stopped.
Looking at the mess, the old man with the bamboo stick felt that Lingxiang was truly his nemesis, and that he could neither beat nor scold her.
Why did I have to rush to tell this little bandit that the bamboo was in bloom? After all this looting, there were so many tracts of them that not even a single seed was left. It would take many years to fill such a huge gap.
The old man with the bamboo cane had a face full of grief, but Lingxiang was filled with joy. She smiled and walked forward to pat the shoulder of the old man with the bamboo cane who was kneeling on the ground in grief, saying that she had made him spend money again.
When the old man heard Lingxiang's words, he trembled all over. Then, without raising his head, he just pointed at the gate with his cane without saying a word.
Lingxiang only said that if it was not enough, she would bother him again, and then she jumped and told Jindong Yuancheng to carry the fresh bamboo shoots and Tianfen bamboo flowers and go back home.
Just as she reached the gate of the temple, she was stopped by an old man with a bamboo cane.
"Everyone says bamboo flowers are a bad omen, but don't you know that after the flowers fall, bamboo rice appears? Although the bamboo dies, the bamboo rice remains. When it falls to the ground, it can grow new bamboo shoots."
Lingxiang did not turn back after hearing this, but stood there in silence for a long time, and then led Rendong and Shoucheng into the strange formation in the ancient bamboo forest.
Honeysuckle didn't know why Lingxiang was silent all the way, unlike when she came. She just felt that the words of the old man with the bamboo stick seemed to have a great impact on her, but she couldn't understand the deeper meaning of his words.
When I stepped out of the ancient bamboo forest and returned the bamboo lamp to the goblin, I suddenly heard Lingxiang say:
"Growing new bamboo shoots!"
It seemed like she was sighing or whispering. She stood in front of the entrance of the ancient bamboo forest for a long time, wondering what she was thinking.
Honeysuckle recalled what the old woman with the bamboo cane had said to him, and felt that he seemed to understand what she was thinking, but also seemed not to understand.
He looked at Shoucheng, but Shoucheng just looked at Lingxiang, as if waiting for her.
Honeysuckle was helpless, so she stepped forward and asked:
"Master, when do we leave?"
Lingxiang was lost in thought, and when she heard Rendong calling her, she seemed not to have heard clearly and asked:
"What did you call me just now?"
With a calm expression, Rendong looked at Lingxiang and said, "Master, didn't you tell the headmaster that day in Wuji Palace that you wanted to take me as a disciple to Qingwei Peak? Were you just joking?"
"Of course not," Lingxiang suddenly felt that this trip was worthwhile. "My aunt's words are of course kept! Remember to behave in a more reserved manner in the sect from now on, and don't lose my face!"
Shoucheng smiled when he heard this. This was the first time Rendong had seen him smile in the past two days. He just heard him say:
"It's the master, not the aunt."
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