This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 149 It’s better to lack than to waste
The crew over there had lunch, and Lu Hui brought the film and television studio staff over and worked with some people from the crew to tidy up the area in front of the Linglong Pagoda.

This was also discussed with the crew this morning, so they can get three more days of filming.

Some crew members who didn't know what was going on were eating their lunch boxes outside, watching everything curiously and asking people who knew the situation. However, even if they didn't ask others, the answer would soon appear on its own.

The Qi family brought out the incense burners, braziers, and tables that had been delivered earlier, and also prepared various sacrificial items.

Such a large group of more than a hundred people are relatively core family members. They were originally scattered all over the world, and many were still abroad. It took such a long time for them to gather together and choose to come today.

Many people outside were secretly surprised when they saw this scene, but with more than a hundred people coming up together, no one dared to make a loud noise and could only talk in a low voice outside.

The contemporary head of the Qi family, old man Qi Yucheng, got up from his wheelchair and walked to the front of the incense burner table. This position was facing the Linglong Pagoda, and there were even camera positions inside that had not been removed, but the Qi family did not care about this.

Perhaps Qi could have the privilege to clear the square, and the group would certainly give him face, but there was actually no need for that.

In the minds of the Qi family, the man in the painting who has protected their family for at least a dozen generations is in the tower. He is just like their own ancestor. Everyone has known him from childhood to adulthood under the influence of their elders. Everyone has admired him, and even more people have doubted him.

But no matter what, today should be the last grand sacrifice for the entire clan, and there will be no more grand sacrifices once a year or every three years in the future.

Several members of the Qi family grabbed a handful of lit incense and distributed it to each member of the clan. Then Qi Yucheng stood at the front, holding a stick of incense, facing the Linglong Pagoda, and spoke loudly in a voice that did not match his physical condition.

"Qi clan members - burning incense - bowing -"

Qi Yucheng's voice drowned out all the noise around him, and he burst out with a strength that did not belong to his weak body. As soon as he finished speaking, he knelt down in front of him.

There was a soft cushion in front of Qi Yucheng's knees, while most of the other tribesmen knelt directly on the stone slabs of the square, and they really kowtowed.

"Kowtow again—"

"Three kowtows—"

"Stand up—"

"Kowtow—"

There were more than a hundred people in the Qi family, big and small. The oldest ones looked to be in their seventies or eighties, and the youngest was only ten years old at most. They all knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Some people who were closer to the scene, such as Lu Hui and some staff members, as well as people from the nearby crew who were eating boxed lunches, could even hear the sound of the Qi family members kowtowing nearby.

Three kneelings and nine kowtows, leaving no one behind.
The director and assistant director of the crew who were originally filming here saw it clearly from a distance. Most of the Qi family members had their foreheads red after kneeling three times and kowtowed nine times.

This made the assistant director subconsciously touch his forehead.

"Oh my, this is really good!"

When the director saw this scene, it seemed as if a lot of inspiration burst out in his mind, and he murmured with emotion.

"It would be so cool if this group of people were filming together. It would be even better if they were wearing ancient costumes. They would be much better than those celebrities who only know how to fool around."

The Qi family members over there had already stood up after kneeling three times and kowtowed nine times, and then everyone's incense gathered together again and was all inserted into the incense burner.

Qi Yucheng was the first to light incense, but he never left the incense burner and kept muttering something.

The incense burner was filled with agarwood, and the smoke from it was scattered, as if entangled together, and went straight up. However, after it was more than ten meters in the air, perhaps because of the wind, it had already drifted towards the teahouse.
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In a corner of the second floor of one of the teahouses, Gao Ran and Sun Yao were originally watching the Qi family's sacrifice, but at the moment they were too busy to pay attention to it as they were pleasantly surprised by the two unexpected visitors.

"Big Brother, there is this one."

"senior?"

The visitors were Liu Hongyu and the umbrella holder who had recovered temporarily after a period of time. Gao Ran and Sun Yao were still a little embarrassed in front of the umbrella holder.

"The senior is already our sect's guardian, but forget the past. You can call him the nameless senior."

Gao Ran and Sun Yao exchanged a glance and hurriedly bowed again.

"Greetings, Senior Wuming!"

"Ok!"

The man holding the umbrella nodded calmly, then looked at the Qi family members on the stone square a little further away. Originally, the entangled incense was going to float directly towards him, and this time it was the purest incense in recent years, with almost no desire or entanglement, it was a farewell full of emotion.

However, Wuming still did not absorb it, and the incense was dispersed when it drifted towards the teahouse.

Liu Hongyu also looked towards the group of Qi family members and said to the person next to him.

"Senior, is it only Mr. Qi here?"

Seeing Wuming coming, Liu Hongyu said with a smile.

"Senior, you are the guardian of our sect and also the protector of my disciples. In fact, as long as your character is up to par, you can make many decisions on your own."

"No need. I'll only take Qi kid with me. As for the others, I'll take care of them on their own."

"it is good!"

As they were talking, the Qi family's sacrifice had already ended. It was only occupied for half an hour at noon, so they had already moved the incense table and other items and started to leave one after another.

Qi Yucheng was helped back to his wheelchair and pushed towards the bus. When he got back on the bus, he was so tired that he fell asleep.

Although the day of the Qi family's sacrifice was related to the gathering of their clansmen, it was also discussed with Liu Lei, and to a certain extent was chosen by the umbrella holder himself.

In the teahouse in the film and television city, Liu Hongyu's heart moved. When he looked around, the man holding the umbrella had disappeared.

But Gao Ran had something else to say. "Big Brother, I've heard you mention before that it's rare to find someone who retains their spirituality in this Dharma-Ending Age. We recently discovered one."

"Yes, right there!"

Sun Yao also spoke and pointed to the distance.

Liu Hongyu hadn't noticed it before, but now he looked in the direction Sun Yao pointed and immediately found a young man in ancient costume sitting alone under a parasol in the distance, eating lunch.

The man's appearance was quite good, and he looked like a pretty boy. He sat next to a small coffee table, being picky about his food, with a look of disgust on his face. There were several people serving him tea and water.

Liu Hongyu frowned slightly.

"My sect prefers to have no disciples rather than unqualified ones. This person's character is too bad, but I will report it to Master. You can observe him more and record his words and actions in the book for Master's convenience."

"okay!"

"Do I have to remember everything?"

Hearing what his two junior brothers said, Liu Hongyu also smiled, looked at them and shook his head.

"You should use your spiritual sense more often. Good and evil, calm and restlessness, the light and darkness in human nature are often only in a moment. But it's up to you. Remember it when it's appropriate."

The two seemed to understand but nodded anyway.
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It was a peaceful day in Yinxian Valley, and Zhuang Lin was still teaching students.

During his busy days, Zhuang Lin may not be able to take care of his students' schoolwork, but when he is free, he will still teach everyone personally, and emphasize that poetry, prose, and the principles of self-cultivation and being a good person should be given equal importance.

It was noon again, and all the students had gone home for lunch. Zhuang Lin was the only one left in the classroom, but there was a plate of mugwort dumplings on the corner of the table.

This was sent by someone out of concern because they noticed that there was rarely any smoke coming out of the chimney of the school recently, and Master Zhuang had not been seen going to anyone's house for dinner.

After eating a dumpling, he chewed the food while writing.

The umbrella bearer was in seclusion for just over a month. After that, he was already focused on his duties and came out immediately. In his words, the damage to his origin could not be recovered overnight, so there was no need to stay in seclusion forever. He could completely perform his duties as a Dharma protector while slowly recovering through daily practice.

So these days, Zhuang Lin and Wuming have had several discussions and exchanges. No matter what the latter thinks, Zhuang Lin himself has benefited a lot.

His inspiration has been intermittent recently, so when he has free time, Zhuang Lin will deduce it, which will give him a good understanding of the feeling of spiritual cultivation.

When Zhuang Lin was taught by heaven and earth, the highest lineage he obtained only reached the realm of true person, and the information about cultivation after that was incomplete.

Now, as his cultivation continues to improve, although he has not yet truly reached the complete realm of a true person, Zhuang Lin always has a sense of urgency and hopes to see the way forward clearly.

If he had only had a vague inference and feeling before, then with Zhuang Lin's current understanding and perception of cultivation, he can already understand that the second realm of the Hezhen Dao realm is indeed mainly at the level of the primordial spirit.

According to the traditional naming of the levels of cultivation, the next level after the Zhenren realm is the Hezhen Dao realm, which should be the Zhenyuan realm.

Moreover, the "yuan" in the Zhenyuan realm can refer to the primordial spirit, as well as the primordial essence and primordial energy. It must also connect the past and the future, and be related to past and future practice.

The so-called cultivation of truth is never simple, but sometimes the essence is often found in the simplicity.

As his thoughts flowed, Zhuang Lin's pen continued to write.

The detailed descriptions of concepts such as Yuan Jing and Yuan Qi were written in a very fluent manner, but the most critical Yuan Shen was still a little elusive. However, today, inspiration was flowing, and my thoughts did not interrupt. Instead, I calmed my mind and continued to deduce according to my feelings.

At this moment, a breeze blew across the sky, carrying Xiaowen and Ximiao into the school yard and landing directly on the wooden corridor in front of the school gate.

Xiaowen was about to speak when Ximiao stopped him by shaking her head. The two of them walked to the front of the school. It was unknown whether Zhuang Lin, who was concentrating on his studies, noticed or not, but he kept writing without looking up.

Xi Miao leaned against the door and looked at the person inside, a thoughtful look on his face as he raised his sleeve and started writing. The majestic aura gave the room a vague sense of brightness.

They watched in silence for about half a minute before Zhuang Lin shook his head slightly and put his pen on the pen holder. Xiao Wen knew everything was fine and spoke immediately.

"Master, I was on duty outside Taoyuan today. When I saw Senior Xi Miao coming, I brought him in!"

Zhuang Lin looked towards the door with a smile. Xi Miao seemed to have just come back to her senses. Seeing him looking at her, she smiled teasingly.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk. No wonder those female ghosts and goblins in the world's storybooks and legends like scholars. Even some of the younger generations of my clan occasionally have such thoughts. If they were to see the gentleman just now, wouldn't they be so bewitched that they couldn't walk?"

Given how familiar Xi Miao and Zhuang Lin are with each other, they are no longer shy about joking around.

However, when Xi Miao said this, his expression became serious.

"I heard that the evil Buddha has relented?"

Zhuang Lin also nodded slightly.

"Yes, fellow Daoist, what did you gain from your trip to the South China Sea?"

"Of course there is"

As he spoke, Xi Miao patted Xiao Wen on the shoulder.

"You should go home first. Forget lunch. Tell Dr. Mu that my husband and I will go to your house for dinner in the evening."

"Okay! Then, Master, I'll take my leave now!"

"Go."

Zhuang Lin replied, and Xiao Wen hurried away. Xi Miao then entered the school and discussed something with Zhuang Lin.
(End of this chapter)