Netherworld Chapter 93: The Master of the Wei Family (7)
As the spell came out, it felt like something was flowing through my blood vessels, all rushing to my right hand. Instantly, a faint green light emerged from my palm, and I felt my right hand suddenly lift up. Then, my head became dizzy, my eyes went black, and I felt a nauseous feeling of exhaustion.
The green light frightened Jiao Ye so much that he fainted. His head swayed left and right, and suddenly he got into my pants. The icy cold feeling extended from my stomach to my ankles.
I felt a little better due to the stimulation of this feeling. I raised my head with difficulty and saw Mr. Jiao hurriedly climbing out of my trouser leg. Then... he fell off the bed with a "click".
This is such a rip-off! This divine gift is such a rip-off!
Just trying it casually makes me feel weak all over. If I use this in a fight, I'll be dead.
After I rested for a while, I felt that nothing was wrong. I sat up and saw that the bed was still fine. The green light just now had no effect at all.
In the divine bestowal, I remember a green light shone from my body that penetrated the heaven and earth, and even the dark clouds and thunder were dispersed. This overwhelming power that swept across the eight wastelands made me look forward to it.
But when I actually used it, I was extremely disappointed.
Moreover, this spell has used up almost all of my spiritual power. The feeling of exhaustion is very strong. I guess I won't be able to use it for a short time.
The feeling of loss in my heart was so strong that it made me lose the desire to continue practicing.
I don't know if the dragon was fainted, but it took a long time for it to climb onto the bed, and then it ran to my chest and rubbed against me for comfort. I touched its smooth body, picked it up and put it in my pocket, and walked out the door.
According to past experience, practice and divine empowerment would take a long time, and my stomach was growling with hunger. The sun was setting outside, and it was obviously already evening.
I opened the door, but was surprised to find that the old Taoist priest was standing at the gate of the Taoist temple, looking at the open space in front of him. He was like a piece of wood, motionless.
I held my stomach, listened to the rumbling protest, walked over to him and asked: Why are you standing here?
The old Taoist turned his head to look at me, then turned his head away and asked: I just sensed the fluctuation of Taoist power in your room. Have you made any progress in your practice?
Speaking of spiritual practice, I get furious: Forget about it, I got a spell from God that was useless, and it sucked all the energy out of me the first time I used it.
The Eight Ropeway Mantra is unpredictable, and there is no useless method. The old Taoist priest said without looking back: It must be that you didn't find the right method and used it in the wrong place.
I sighed and touched his sleeve: No matter whether it is useful or not, I think it is of no use this time. Why are you standing here? Have you eaten?
"Pa", the old Taoist patted me lightly and took out a few buns from his sleeves.
I took it with a wry smile and wolfed it down: Hmm, it's delicious. I have to say, your sleeve is really useful, it's still warm now.
The old Taoist priest completely ignored me and kept looking at the open space in front.
The dragon poked its head out of my pocket, quickly climbed up my arm, and made a noise while trying to stick its head on the bun. I wasn't full myself, so I couldn't bear to give it food, so I grabbed it with one hand and stuffed it under my armpit, and continued to eat it.
The dragon struggled , but it was no match for my strength. Seeing that it had no effect, it bit my arm again, and while biting, it was looking at the buns. It looked like it wanted to chew my arm as if it were a bun.
I ate four big meat buns in a row and felt my stomach was full, so I broke open the last one and fed a bite to Mr. Jiao and ate one bite myself.
Mr. Jiao squinted his eyes with joy and let me hold him in his armpits, swallowing his meat bun while wagging his tail.
The sun was about to set completely... The old Taoist suddenly whispered in a low voice with emotion: The new beginning will come soon.
Why are you interested in writing poetry? I asked curiously.
The old Taoist shook his head, raised his hand and drew an arc around, and said: Thousands of years ago, this place belonged to my Five Elements Meridian, with countless disciples, and it was one of the most prosperous places for cultivation throughout the ages. When it comes to the Five Elements Meridian, everyone knows about it, and no one dares to provoke it. It was a glorious era, a prosperous age.
But now... the old Taoist sighed and said: I am the only one left here. All the thousands of disciples have disappeared into the world. Even my only junior fellow apprentice has not been found for more than 20 years.
I am tired... The old Taoist priest put his hands behind his back and looked at the mountains around him: This is the first time in decades that I feel tired. How can I build and maintain my past reputation by myself?
I stood beside the old Taoist priest and looked at his face from the side, which was full of loneliness and fatigue. Apart from the Taoist teachings, he was now in his fifties, at the age of knowing one's destiny, and was no different from an ordinary old man.
From his words, I seemed to be able to feel the heavy pressure.
The Five Elements Meridian was so famous, but now it had to be supported by him alone.
I suddenly understood why he was determined to split the stone beast and embark on an unknown secret road to find his junior fellow apprentice. Why did he not care whether the Five Elements Meridian was broken or not, and why did he only take the half jade hairpin.
Living alone for more than 20 years, trying hard to find my fellow apprentice every day, these days are boring and extremely difficult.
Suddenly I realized that although I had followed the Taoist for such a long time, I never knew his past. I only knew him for a short period of time, which was only a month.
I only saw his strong side, but never thought that he also had lonely times.
Perhaps, this is why he cares so much about honor. Junior Brother Du just pushed the rocks down, but he stepped on the faces of all the people in the Du Sheng Clan.
Strictly speaking, this is a disease that needs to be treated. However, this is a mental illness, and no one except Hua Tuo can cure it.
We both watched the sun set and disappear behind the mountains.
The moon was bright in the sky, the stars were twinkling, and the world fell into darkness and silence again. This was a desolate mountain range with many birds and animals, but no human presence.
The Five Elements Taoist Temple is located on a solitary mountain, with no flowers or grass, just like the old Taoist's current state of mind.
This is a kind of sadness, like the autumn scenery before the coming of winter, which makes people feel heavy in their hearts.
What are you going to do in the future? I asked him.
The old Taoist priest seemed to be thinking for a long time before he said: After helping Du Shengmai complete the change of the method, I will go find my junior brother.
How did you find him? I asked again.
Look for the stone beast and split open the secret road to find it. The old Taoist said. At this moment, his tone was very firm and unshakable.
I couldn't help but sigh. He was too persistent. This was a demon in his heart that could not be broken. No matter how magical the Taoist method was, even if it could move mountains and seas, pick stars and catch the moon, it could not cure the disease in people's hearts.
The stone beast is not so easy to find, and that road may be very dangerous. I persuaded him: Come back to the city with me, we will sell the gold bricks and find someone to study the stone beast. Maybe with the power of technology, it will be easier to find the truth.
The old Taoist shook his head: I am practicing Taoism, which is not the same as those. The reason why the Zhou family is lonely is that they are too integrated into the modern world. They have lost the mentality of a demon-slaying family and can be regarded as ordinary people.
But they are stronger than the Five Elements. I retorted: At least they have six great elders, a law enforcement hall, and hundreds of disciples. No matter how powerful the Five Elements are, what's the use? You also say that the Eight Suo are powerful, but what's the use? Now I am the only one left. My grandfather is dead, and I don't even know whether he is my grandfather or my grandfather. My father passed away, my mother disappeared, and everything was burned. What is left? What's the use of having a false reputation?
These words made me vent all my past grievances. This was the first time I was so excited. The old Taoist turned to look at me, and surprisingly he did not get angry. He said: What you said makes sense, but people with different philosophies cannot work together. As practitioners, we cultivate the Tao, not power. We want to strengthen ourselves and achieve the right result. This is a personal Tao fruit. No matter what kind of method, it is just to help people practice, and it does not mean anything. Even if the Zhou family is so powerful, if no one can achieve Tao, what does it matter if we are the first in this secular world? We cultivate the Tao, not the world.
The old Taoist priest's words made me wonder how to refute him, because he was right. The purpose of cultivation is to attain the Tao. Even if you are powerful, if you cannot attain the Tao, it is still in vain. Because you are always walking on this road, but you never know where the end of the road is. You are a traveler in cultivation all your life, and you have never reached your destination.
Maybe some people don't understand, if we compare Lao Dao to a poor person and Zhou Jia to a rich person, the two of them go on a trip at the same time, Zhou Jia drives a car, charters a special plane, and has bodyguards and nannies along the way, but he is always driving and flying, and never reaches the place he wants to travel. But Lao Dao, step by step, finally walks to the beautiful scenery.
This is a gap, but we who live in this mundane world cannot see it, nor do we need to see it.
This is the difference between cultivators and ordinary people. As the old Taoist said, the Zhou family, who conquered demons, is no longer considered a true cultivator. Even the arrogant Du Shengmai is much better than them.
I stood at the door with the old Taoist priest until midnight, and finally, I returned to my room. Because I am a mortal and a young man, I would be suffocated to death if I stood at the door all night without doing anything.
When I left, the old Taoist priest still stood there, not speaking or moving. When I tried to persuade him to go back to his room to rest, he refused.
This old guy hasn't recovered from his injuries yet, and his temper is as stubborn as a donkey, which makes people want to get angry.
But every time I saw his face that never looked tired, my anger would subside.
I returned to my room, feeling very confused, and didn't fall asleep until the early morning. I slept until the evening.
During this time, I had a strange dream. I dreamed that a woman came to me and said something to me. She was very beautiful, with a fairy-like temperament, long hair hanging down to her waist, and a smile that made people feel peaceful.
I saw her nodding at me, then shaking her head, and constantly saying something. I couldn't remember what she said when I woke up, I only vaguely remembered something like "yes" and "not you".
This dream was so strange. If there was no one in front of me when I opened my eyes, I would have thought someone came to see me.
I can't remember what the woman looked like, I just know that she was very beautiful.
The dragon was sleeping soundly beside me, with a faint golden glow on its body. It looked like it had gone to steal some golden bone again. The golden color on the tip of its tail was getting darker and darker, and it was already nearly two centimeters long.
I didn't dare touch it, and got up from the bed quietly, and suddenly I smelled a fragrance. I turned my head and saw a plate of buns and a pig's trotter on the table.
Besides me, I am the only Taoist priest on this mountain. I don't want to leave Mr. Jiao because he is so greedy. Not to mention whether he has the ability to deliver food to me, even if he can, he will probably finish it halfway through the journey.
I took two buns and ate them while I opened the door and went out. The buns were still warm, probably because they had just been delivered.
After opening the door and turning around, I saw the Taoist priest talking to someone outside.
It was a little dark, and I couldn't see what the man looked like, but I knew he was tall. When I came out, the man seemed to look over here, but soon continued to talk with the Taoist priest.
