Chapter 3: A Taoist should care about the common people

The rising sun shines brightly, waking up the sleeping mountains from the night.

The back mountain of Chaotian Taoist Temple.

A new grave has been added to the numerous graves.

"Master, have a safe journey. If I have time in the future, I will come back to pay my respects to you. If I don't have time, I will ask my senior brother and his wife to help me burn paper money for you."

Lin Fan held three incense sticks in the incense burner, his attitude sincere yet sad.

Staring blankly at the tombstone.

'Tomb of Lingxiao Taoist'

'Beloved disciples Xuanyang and Xuandian'.

This was the mentor who led him into the path of cultivating immortals. Who could have thought that fate would play such a trick on him and cause such a thing to happen.

The master has gone astray.

In his eyes, his former master was indeed extremely ugly, but the ugliness was only on the surface. The inner beauty was worthy of his respect and admiration.

As for now...

Forget it, forget it.

"Brother, Madam, please burn incense for the Master." Lin Fan turned his head and looked at the two people who were cuddling together.

"good."

Xuan Yang and his master's wife walked to the tombstone.

Lin Fan noticed that his senior brother looked very happy and his master's wife's face was much rosier, and it seemed that her skin was much more hydrated than yesterday.

"Master, I will take good care of Master's Wife. You were in the room last night. If you are still alive, you will definitely see it. I, Xuan Yang, don't have any other abilities, but I am definitely better than you in caring for Master's Wife." Xuan Yang looked at Master's Wife, "Master's Wife, don't you think so?"

The mistress glanced at Xuan Yang coquettishly and said delicately, "Old ghost, just go with peace of mind. Don't look at Xuan Yang's fatness, he is very capable."

Lin Fan on the side listened to what they said silently.

I am so relieved. It seems that the decision to leave the master's body in the house last night was the right one.

I just always feel that there is something wrong with what my senior brother said.

But forget it, there’s no need to be too serious in front of the deceased.

Xuan Yang, who received the approval from his master's wife, raised his head proudly, with the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably. Then, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Lin Fan.

"Junior brother, when are we leaving?"

"Wait and go."

"ah?"

Xuan Yang was shocked. He was most afraid that his junior brother would go back on his word. After all, his junior brother wanted to kill his master's wife, and he just wanted to live alone with his master's wife in the Taoist temple and didn't want to be disturbed by others.

Lin Fan naturally saw what his senior brother was thinking, and said with a smile: "Senior brother is afraid that I won't leave."

"Of course not, I believe in my junior brother."

"Don't worry, brother. I will leave after I go to the master's secret room."

"Junior brother, why didn't you go last night?"

"It was too late last night, so sleeping is more important. The secret room won't run away anyway, so it's the same if we go there during the day. Brother, what do you think?"

"Junior brother, what you said makes sense."

Xuan Yang thought about it and agreed.

The wind on the mountain was a little noisy, and rolled paper money was flying all over the sky. Lin Fan turned and headed towards the Taoist temple.

The master's wife, who was leaning against Xuan Yang, whispered, "Xuan Yang, what if he doesn't leave?"

"No, Junior Brother is my beloved relative, I trust him."

"What if?"

"Well...then give him the Taoist temple. I want the master's secret room."

“Ah, this…”

"Hey, Master's wife, let's go back to the room. I have something to tell you."

"Damn it, Master's Wife wants to eat human pills."

"What's so delicious about Ren Dan? Let's not eat Ren Dan anymore. It doesn't have any nutrition. Let's eat something else."

…

Secret room.

This used to be the place where the master practiced. Even the master's wife was not allowed to come in. This was his first time coming in.

It was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Light the oil lamp, the light dispels the darkness, illuminating the secret room, and everything around appears in sight. It is a very simple environment.

A futon.

A long, low table with four legs.

Apart from these two, there is nothing else.

I walked forward and sat cross-legged on the cushion, moved my buttocks, and it felt quite good, soft, comfortable and warm. The master would enjoy it. Apart from anything else, the material used to make this cushion was definitely not cheap.

His eyes fell on the long table in front of him, where several old, dusty books were lying in a mess. He put them in order and picked up one.

Lingxiao Travels

"Ling Xiao? Could it be written by Master?"

After looking through them, he found that the twisted characters were indeed the handwriting of his master. If he had not been with his master for three years and had some familiarity with his handwriting, it would have been difficult for him to recognize what was written.

The secret room was very quiet, with only the sound of shuffling papers.

This book, Ling Xiao's Travels, does not have much content, so I finished reading it very quickly.

"The world is in chaos, rituals are broken, and evil spirits are everywhere. This is not right. This is a world where one can cultivate immortality. How can it be like this? It should be prosperous and full of sunshine. Shouldn't we cultivators enforce justice on behalf of heaven?"

Keep reading, the content has changed.

“This world is so beautiful.”

“No, no…this world is terrible, this damn world…ah…”

"I have been corrupted."

The master's words began to become distorted and the expressions were terrible.

I don’t quite understand.

Thinking.

Suddenly I realized that this must be the case. The master has gone astray. The world he sees with his naked eyes is false and has been controlled by his heart. Even if the world is really beautiful, in the eyes of the master, everything is turbid.

Just like when he looked at his master's wife and senior brother, he once thought that was their true face, but it was not until he had the eye of merit and broke through the delusion and saw the truth that he realized that this was actually their true face.

The master's wife's face was completely unrecognizable, with sharp teeth all over her face. She was simply a demon. She had hidden herself very deeply in the past, making it difficult to see her true appearance.

Although the senior brother looks ugly on the surface, he is actually handsome.

Sure enough, even if one’s realm reaches the third level of Qi Refining, one is still a mortal with mortal eyes, unable to see the truth, and can only rely on external objects to see through it.

At this time, he did not completely believe what his master wrote in his travel notes. He had to go out and see what the world was like for himself. Only in this way could he see the truth.

He picked up another book and started flipping through it.

There is not much content, but it records the art of making incense.

It turned out that the fragrance he absorbed during his practice was called Flesh Spirit Fragrance, which was mainly composed of the flesh and blood of living beings, condensed into fragrance.

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"The flesh and blood of living beings? Could it be that the material is the flesh and blood of wild beasts or evil spirits? That should be it."

He memorized the method of condensing the Flesh Spirit Fragrance in his heart.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind, and a new line of introduction appeared on the screen.

[Skill: Flesh Spirit Fragrance]

There is no distinction between entry level, minor success level, and no such thing as proficiency level.

The method of refining is very simple, which is to use magic power as fire power to condense the flesh and blood of living beings into incense. The most important thing is the method. As long as you have read it, you will understand it.

The master never taught them how to make Roulingxiang.

Obviously he has a trick up his sleeve.

I understand.

All masters are like this, how can they teach everything to their disciples?

It seems normal for a teacher to teach his disciples and starve their master to death.

At this time, there was only one thin book with a yellowed cover left on the table. He picked it up and looked through it. It recorded a set of skills. The three spells were all what he had learned. It was not a secret.

He stacked the three books neatly together and sighed softly. It seemed like a lifetime ago. He had spent three years here. His master, his mistress and his brother were the only three people he had known since he came to this world.

"It's time to leave here. Brother seems to be afraid that I won't leave."

He stood up, walked to the door of the secret room, looked back at the small secret room, and his eyes fell on the low table. It was vaguely like an illusion that the master who had not yet fallen into the evil way was sitting cross-legged on the cushion with a smile on his face, waving at him quietly.

It seems to be saying, have a good time and make your way, the responsibility of slaying demons and eliminating evil is left to you, but remember not to follow in your master's footsteps, as a cultivator, you should always care about the people.

"Don't worry, Master. I will."

Lin Fan whispered to the empty secret room, then turned and left. The burning oil lamp suddenly went out, and the bright secret room was shrouded in darkness.

…

The entrance to the Taoist temple.

"Junior brother, I can't bear to see you go."

Xuan Yang looked at his junior brother in front of him who was wearing a Taoist robe, carrying a bag, and an axe on his waist. He couldn't help wiping the tears slowly flowing from the corners of his eyes. Three years passed, and all kinds of scenes emerged in his mind.

"Brother, what does this cultivation formula mean?"

"Brother..."

"Brother..."

The words "Senior Brother" echoed in my mind.

It is true that we are reluctant to leave. People have emotions, after all, feelings grow over time.

"Brother, if you are reluctant to leave, I can continue to stay here for a while." Lin Fan said.

Xuan Yang blinked his eyes, "No, no, Junior Brother's affairs are the most important. Although I am reluctant, I can still bear it."

How could Lin Fan not see what his senior brother was thinking? He wished he would leave right now.

"Brother and Madam, please take good care of the Taoist temple. If I have the chance, I will come back to visit you." Lin Fan said.

No, no, it’s better not to come back. Be well and never see each other.

Of course, this was what he thought in his heart, and he definitely couldn't say anything that would damage the friendship between his fellow apprentices.

"Junior brother, have you decided where to go this time?" Xuan Yang changed the subject.

Lin Fan looked up at the clear sky and said quietly, "No, but it doesn't matter. I want to walk around and have a look. As cultivators of my generation, we should slay demons and monsters and care about the people. Wherever there is injustice, that's where I will go."

Hearing their junior brother speak so righteously, Xuan Yang and his mistress were stunned and looked at each other.

Kill demons and monsters?

Caring about the people?

Sure enough, there is something wrong with my junior brother’s brain.

Xuan Yang knew that he could not keep his junior brother any longer, so he handed over the axe he had prepared long ago, "Junior brother, take this chopping axe with you."

It is not good to keep the things that killed the master. When I see this axe, I will think of the master.

Lin Fan waved his hand and said, "No, keep it, brother. You can use it to chop wood in the future. Besides, there are two axes in total. We should keep a token of our friendship among brothers."

"Okay." Xuan Yang silently retracted the axe.

"Brother, Madam, I'm leaving now."

Lin Fan turned around and walked down the mountain. Xuan Yang and his master's wife looked at the figure that was gradually going away. They seemed to have no expression on their faces, but they looked more relaxed. But at this moment, the figure suddenly stopped, turned around and stared at them.

This scene shocked both of them, and their hearts, which had just relaxed, rose to their throats again.

"Master, Junior Brother, is there anything else?" Xuan Yang asked nervously.

Lin Fan smiled, shook his head, said nothing, and without hesitation, strode down the winding steps, leaving this warm and nostalgic Taoist temple, and integrated into the world with the heart of saving the people.

The master said that this world is a beautiful place.

The master also said that the world is muddy and terrible.

He believed neither.

Only believe in what you see, hear and experience in the world.

(End of this chapter)