"It's the Fu family again."

Guo Xiaodao was speechless immediately. It turned out that things were getting worse and worse and were out of control.

The Cultivation Association is just a casual organization, with most members having low cultivation levels and at the low level of Qi Refining Realm.

To put it bluntly, it is a group of mobs.

Such a power that was not as powerful as a climatic force was subjected to a surprise attack from a small family in the cultivation world without any preparation, and the result was not surprisingly tragic.

"Things are different from people."

Guo Xiaodao couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, after this disaster, the monkeys have fallen down from the tree and will never be dispersed. Let me say more words. The Fu family hates us and the wandering monks, and even threatens to kill one, so that they can help the fellow Taoists to avoid the limelight and not cause trouble." The young and middle-aged man said in fear.

"With that being said, if we casual cultivators lose the opportunity to exchange their cultivation experiences and have no one to give us guidance and can only cross the river by feeling the stones alone, it will be very unfavorable for our practice." Guo Xiaodao frowned.

"Well, if fellow Taoist wants to find someone to guide the practice, I know that an old senior is very good." The young and middle-aged man seemed to think for a while and suddenly said.

"Oh? I hope to hear it carefully." Guo Xiaodao was excited.

"Speaking of this, that senior was also a casual cultivator. He had invaded the Purple Palace Heart Sutra for seventy or eighty years, and his realm had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining. Unfortunately, this senior was old and had long been stagnant. He had no hope of advancing to the foundation building realm. He was discouraged and retired in his later years and was in the wild.

At present, this old senior lives in a small town at the foot of Woniu Mountain. He calls himself a Taoist Wuzheng. He is a warm-hearted person and has a very good temper." The young and middle-aged man said with admiration on his face.

"Taoist Wuzheng? How did fellow Taoist meet this old senior?" Guo Xiaodao asked calmly.

"Yeah, I am not qualified to meet that senior. I heard someone mention it by chance, so I visited it with a try-and-see attitude. Unexpectedly, senior Wujian is well-known and treated us and other casual cultivators with extraordinary care. He advised us several times without paying any money." The young and middle-aged man looked grateful.

"There is such a person? Why have I never heard of this person before?" Guo Xiaodao felt alert when he heard that he didn't take the four words without taking the penny.

"This is not surprising. First, the old senior Wuzheng has retired and never deliberately promoted it, so naturally it is little known. Second, everyone used to be in the loose cultivator association and had fixed channels to get guidance. Until the Fu family destroyed the loose cultivator association, everyone had to find another method and inquire about each other. Only after one transmission was passed on to ten or a hundred times, Wuzheng became famous." The young and middle-aged man explained with a smile.

Guo Xiaodao understands it.

Although the young and middle-aged man does not seem to be lying, what he said is either his personal opinion or what he heard from others. Guo Xiaodao naturally would not accept everything.

"Fellow Taoist knowledgeable, I wonder if you know. If we wandering cultivators want to join a certain sect of practice, what conditions do we need to meet to achieve?" Guo Xiaodao pondered for a while, and suddenly changed his words.

"Yes, at the age of a fellow Taoist, he has the third level of Qi Refining cultivation. Even if he is included in the sect of cultivation, it is rare and rare. I believe that your cultivation talent is quite outstanding, and it is normal for humans to consider this.

However, as far as I know, it is not easy for us to take a free cultivator to take a master. It is best for fellow Taoists to find a reliable recommender first. This person should know your past and dare to make a guarantee for you. In this case, with fellow Taoists' talent, no matter which sect you are in, he must be willing to accept you." The young and middle-aged man thought carefully for a while and replied cautiously.

"Do you need to recommend someone?" Guo Xiaodao nodded, then asked the other party where Woniu Mountain was. After asking clearly, he bowed to the two of them and left.

A few days later, at the foot of Woniu Mountain.

A young man in ordinary clothes was walking on the street, holding a bamboo stick in his hand, and he looked ordinary.

Woniu Mountain is not a famous place. The small town at the foot of the mountain is remote and has a small population.

It should have been a very peaceful place.

However, due to the severe flood, this high-level town escaped, which attracted many people to come from all directions with their families.

As a result, the calm of the town was broken, and the streets became very lively, with noisy and noisy voices everywhere.

There are hawking, shouting, cheering, and the laughter of children.

The stick-holding boy walked in the crowd, inconspicuous, and seemed to be a member of the escape.

Soon, the stick-holder boy walked all the way to the end of the town. After passing an arch bridge, he encountered a three-foot-high stone tablet standing erected at the end of the bridge.

Book: No dispute with the world!

These four big characters are natural, flying dragons and phoenixes dancing.

After passing the arch bridge, you will find a path leading to Woniu Mountain winding up.

After walking along the trail for a moment, you can see a bamboo cottage that is independent on the hillside.

"This is the residence of Taoist Wuzheng." The stick-holder narrowed his eyes slightly.

This ordinary boy is nothing else, but Guo Xiaodao who came from Feihetai.

Guo Xiaodao has been in the town for three days, and he secretly observed the bamboo house for three days.

During this period, I met several casual cultivators who entered the bamboo house courtyard and walked out with a smile.

Eavesdropping on their chats and learning that these people praised Wuzhan Sanren, and they all seemed to have received a lot of guidance from the old seniors and benefited a lot.

Guo Xiaodao was still worried and asked the residents of the town and learned that there was indeed a Taoist Wuzheng living in the bamboo cottage. He had been living here for twenty or thirty years. At least he was nearly a hundred years old, and everyone called him a living god.

The old Taoist priest has never done anything bad, but has done a lot of good things to relieve danger and relieve sleepiness.

People from all over the countryside worship him like gods, and often ask him to draw a few peace talismans, evil talismans, etc., which everyone said is very effective.

"The Taoist Wuzheng is the ninth level of Qi Refining. In front of him, my cultivation may not be hidden." However, Guo Xiaodao asked someone about the experience of Qi Refining in person, and there was no need to hide it, but people's hearts are separated from their belly and they are not careless.

So, Guo Xiaodao followed the old method and found a hidden place to hide the storage bag, and then came outside the house of Wuzheng Taoist.

The door is open.

The courtyard is full of strange flowers and plants, bees and butterflies flying, slaves cleaning, and maids taking care of them.

"This old Taoist priest lives a comfortable life." Guo Xiaodao couldn't help but think of the old drunkard Yun Zhongsou. The old man's retirement life was far worse than that of others.

A servant led Guo Xiaodao under the eaves.

I saw a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged, wearing a white robe, combed his hair very carefully, without any mess, and not much wrinkles on his face.

The old man's face was kind and gentle, but his erratic eyes made people unable to see his true thoughts at the moment.

When Guo Xiaodao walked forward, a moment of inexplicable throbbing suddenly flashed in his heart.

No doubt, Taoist Wuzheng just used his spiritual sense to scan Guo Xiaodao.

Logically speaking, this power of spiritual consciousness is very strong, and Guo Xiaodao should not have noticed it, but he still vaguely sensed it.

"My younger generation Chen Pingfan, a casual cultivator, pay homage to Senior Wujian." Guo Xiaodao seemed to have not realized it, and he gave a tribute without hesitation.

He did not let go of his spiritual sense to explore the Taoist Wuzheng. In the world of cultivation, low-level monks often see them as offense.

"Hey, fellow Daoist Chen is actually the fourth level of Qi Refining. Can you tell me your Gui Geng?" Taoist Wuzheng looked at Guo Xiaodao and asked in surprise.

"I am almost twenty years old, but under the guidance of my grandfather, I started practicing at the age of six." Guo Xiaodao lied about his age.

"For fourteen years of practice, middle-grade spiritual roots? Oh, who is my grandfather who is my fellow Taoist?" Taoist Wuzheng murmured and asked.

"Grandpa is called Sanxi Sanren, and he is also a casual cultivator. He once killed a huge snake demon on Dongting Lake. I wonder if my senior has ever heard of him?" Guo Xiaodao said repeatedly.

"I haven't been walking in the world for a long time. I'm ignorant and ignorant. Fellow Taoist please sit down quickly. Come and have a tea." Taoist Wuzheng smiled and finally began to greet Guo Xiaodao.

"What is the purpose of fellow Taoist?" After the maid handed over the tea, Taoist Wuzheng asked.

"I have been practicing the Purple Palace Heart Sutra alone, and I have always been suffering from no guidance. I heard that Master Wujian not only has a profound Taoism, but also has a warm heart in ancient Taoism, so I came here with a shameless face to seek solutions to my seniors." Guo Xiaodao said the draft of the draft with a sincere expression.

"This matter is easy to say. When I was young, I was actually a casual cultivator, so I deeply understood the various difficulties of the casual cultivator. Now that I have nothing to do, it is also a joy to help you." Taoist Wuzheng laughed and lent his tea and said it.

Guo Xiaodao didn't expect this to be so easy, so he quickly cheered up and listened with all his attention.

As soon as Taoist Wuzheng opened his speech, his explanations were from shallow to deep and meticulous, which made Guo Xiaodao fascinated.

His experience and insights in practice are far above those of the people in the loose cultivators. Not only do he understand a lot and have a deep understanding, he can also speak it in a language that you can understand.

Unlike some people, when they talk about the key points, they will give you a sentence "This place can only be understood but not expressed in words", which can make you angry.

Along the way, Guo Xiaodao insisted on comprehending the fifth level every day and had some understanding of the fifth level.

At this moment, when Guo Xiaodao heard such a fascinating explanation from Taoist Wuzheng, many unsolved aspects were as enlightened as if he had cleared the clouds and mists and saw the blue sky.

"Awesome!" Guo Xiaodao was amazed and almost held his breath and listened with great concentration.

"You have heard the subtle interpretation, you have received great help, you have realized the mystery one by one, the fifth level of the Purple Palace Heart Sutra +10"

"No, there are ten progresses at once?" Guo Xiaodao trembled all over, so happy that he almost couldn't control himself.

A famous teacher!

This is the real master!

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Chapter completed!