Spiritual rice is not only free of impurities, but also contains a trace of spiritual energy. After a cultivator consumes spiritual rice, not only does he not have to expel any impurities, but his body actually transforms the rice into spiritual energy, which remains in his meridians. Even if the amount of spiritual energy left after each consumption of spiritual rice is small, over time, the accumulated amount of spiritual energy is considerable.
Taoist Baopu has never given his sacred rice to anyone else over the years. Even when the head Taoist Lingyun came to visit Jinping Peak, Taoist Baopu just gave him a bowl of water and sent him away.
Zhou Xi, who entered the sect earlier than Wen Ziqing, has been here for more than a month, and Wen Zhu has never seen Taoist Baopu spend a single grain of spiritual rice on him.
Wen Ziqing received such great love from Taoist Baopu before he even entered the family. In Wen Zhu's opinion, it was a great blessing that was as good as smoke rising from his ancestral grave.
A bowl of porridge is not much, and even if Wen Ziqing eats slowly, he will finish it in ten minutes.
After putting down the empty bowl, Wen Ziqing said to Wen Zhu, "Little brother, please tell the owner here that I want to see him."
"Oh? Oh." Wen Zhu's eyes were fixed on Wen Ziqing eating porridge, her mind was thinking about other things. Suddenly she heard Wen Ziqing talking, and it took her a while to understand.
"Brother Wen, our master will summon you when he is free. Please don't be anxious." Wen Zhu thought that Wen Ziqing wanted to meet Taoist Baopu in order to become his disciple as soon as possible. After all, those who practice Taoism are fighting for their lives with the heavens. Who doesn't want to practice and seek the great way as soon as possible?
Wen Zhu was worried that Wen Ziqing's impatience might offend Master Baopu, so she quickly tried to dissuade him. Wen Ziqing's title as a direct disciple was inevitable, and Master Baopu, absorbed in his cultivation, hated being disturbed. Wen Zhu felt that seeing how Master Baopu treated Wen Ziqing like a treasure last night, he would definitely make arrangements. Cultivation rules dictated choosing an auspicious day for apprenticeship. Wen Ziqing's eagerness to approach him had only put him at a disadvantage.
"Can't I see him? Oh, I almost forgot that I was a hostage." After hearing Wen Zhu's answer, Wen Ziqing didn't say anything else. He stood up and lay down on the bed.
"No, no, Brother Wen, you're not a hostage. You're a direct disciple of our Master. As soon as Master is free, he'll summon you." Wen Zhu's face paled with fear, and he could only wave his hands in explanation. Wen Zhu was afraid Wen Ziqing would bear a grudge against him. Seeing Wen Ziqing's expression, if Qing Zhu didn't explain, she would undoubtedly be considered the "culprit" who had prevented Wen Ziqing from seeing Master Baopu.
This time, Wen Ziqing didn't even make a sound. He just lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and acted as if he didn't care.
In reality, Wen Ziqing's senses were sharper with his eyes closed. He was certain that the gaze that had been watching him hadn't left since he woke up. Who could it be? Where could he hide to avoid being discovered?
Wen Ziqing felt a surge of excitement. In the special forces, spotting targets was a well-established skill. Wen Ziqing had never needed any training before, accurately identifying an enemy lurking ten meters away. But here, his five senses seemed to be failing him. He knew someone was spying on him, but he couldn't spot them.
As expected... am I just too weak? Wen Ziqing sighed deeply.
After being inexplicably captured and brought here, Wen Ziqing's only concern is his little girl. He once vowed to do his best to provide Zhou Yuanyuan with a peaceful and harmonious life. But now, with himself in danger, will his vow fade away?
Seeing that Wen Ziqing was still lazy and indifferent, Wen Zhu felt even more panicked and hurriedly explained: "Senior Brother Wen, the Immortal Master asked Senior Brother Liu to invite you back to the mountain. It's all the fault of that Senior Brother Liu, yes, that Liu Jingyun, he misunderstood the Immortal Master's intentions and actually captured Senior Brother Wen first. Senior Brother Wen, please don't misunderstand, the Peak Master likes Senior Brother Wen very much, just like his own bloodline descendant. Such precious spiritual rice, he gave him more than 100 kilograms at a time! He also instructed me to watch the cook make porridge for Senior Brother every day..."
Wen Zhu talked more and more, telling Wen Ziqing everything she knew, for fear that Wen Ziqing would misunderstand Taoist Baopu's kindness.
"Really? Did Liu Jingyun really misunderstand me? Does the Taoist priest have any ill will towards me?" Wen Ziqing sat up from the bed with a "whoosh" after hearing Wen Zhu's explanation. He said, "In that case, please tell the Taoist priest that Ziqing is dull and unworthy of his kindness. It would be better for everyone to say goodbye."
"What?" Wenzhu exclaimed, completely stunned. After a while, Wenzhu came back to her senses.
"Senior Brother Wen, think about it carefully. Not everyone has the opportunity to cultivate immortality. It is not easy for anyone to become the direct disciple of the peak master..." Wen Zhu felt that his mind was in a mess, and these few words of persuasion kept coming back to him.
"Wenzhu, bring him here." A majestic and vicissitudes of life voice sounded. It was Taoist Baopu.
At the same time, Wen Ziqing could feel the gaze that had been watching him. After walking around the room, it left.
Wen Zhu was stunned for a moment before realizing that the "he" Taoist Baopu was referring to was Wen Ziqing. To curry favor with Wen Ziqing, Wen Zhu softly instructed him, "Brother Wen, the Master's dignity cannot be offended. When you meet him, don't talk about wanting to go home, or else..." Wen Zhu glanced out the window and gestured to his neck with a hand.
Wen Ziqing's eyes narrowed, and he began to understand Taoist Baopu's temper.
It seems that no matter what, he should pretend to be submissive first, otherwise if he dies here, what will happen to his little girl?
In the main courtyard, which was fifty meters away from Wen Ziqing's courtyard, Taoist Baopu stood up from the cushion where he usually sat during his practice and walked to the window with his hands behind his back.
In the bamboo forest outside the window, the emerald jade bamboos, shimmering green, stretched out in the morning sun. A strong wind blew, tossing the bamboos here and there. When the gust of wind passed, the bamboos stood upright again.
Taoist Baopu loved this bamboo forest the most, and he always compared himself to "bamboo". Taoist Baopu's path to immortality was not smooth, and only he understood the difficulties along the way.
Bamboo is resilient, enduring storms, snow, and frost. Once it has recovered, it will stand proudly upright again. The path of cultivation is full of those who have died in vain. Taoist Baopu, in his quest to stay alive, has lost countless cultivators to his own death.
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