If I let you become a druid, would you join the Demon Sect?

Chapter 45 Daozhen is shocked and leaves
manor.

Daozhen sat quietly in the pavilion of the manor, slightly closed his eyes, feeling the trajectory of the wind around him, and his mind wandering.

a long time.

He sighed, took out a copper coin and played with it carefully.

Daozhen actually has opportunities to practice.

At the beginning, he understood "Qingfeng Yiyi".

When the news reached the elders at the Taoist temple in Qian's house, someone came to pick him up.

after testing.

Daozhen then realized that he was a lucky man with spiritual roots.

Spiritual roots are innate gifts.

If there is, there is, if there is not, there is not.

It is difficult for weak-spiritual mortals to have spiritual roots. Even the worst five spiritual roots are rare among ten thousand.

He is the five spiritual roots.

The Qian family gave him two options at the time.

One option is to marry into the Qian family, practice Taoism, and cultivate the method of spiritual farming, so as to stay away from the secular world and farm for the Qian family in peace, in the hope that future generations can directly embark on the path of cultivation and no longer suffer from the hardships of the world.

One way is to become a guest of the Qian family, and you can also obtain the true method of blood refining, which is expected to greatly increase your lifespan, break through the limit of 100 years, and get a glimpse of the power of immortal cultivators.

But he didn't choose any of them.

Daozhen asked his master, no matter which path you take, it's all the same.

Marrying into a wife's family means living one day at a time and farming for the rest of your life.

As a guest official, your life and death are not in the hands of others.

He came back straight away, gave up even the underworld, and chose to live with his wife and children.

Just a midnight dream.

He still occasionally wonders what would have happened if he had taken a different path.
Actually.

Because Qingyun Temple was a subordinate force, the Qian family was quite nice to their subordinates. Even if Daozhen chose to return to the Taoist temple, they still gave him a copper coin, allowing him to think it over and continue to make a choice before he turned sixty.

As I get older.

Daozhen's heart also began to waver.

He suddenly understood his master, his senior brothers, and other seniors in Qingyun Temple. Even though they knew the road ahead was bleak, they still wanted to give it a try.

It is not necessarily for the purpose of achieving enlightenment and becoming an immortal.

More often than not, it is like a fish in a pond that suddenly jumps out of the water and sees a different sky and world. When it falls back into the water, the idea that the pond is the world collapses, and it can no longer stay in the pond peacefully. It always wants to jump out and see a different scenery, even if it will suffocate to death.

"Eh"

Daozhen sighed softly.

It is easy to know these principles, but difficult to see through them.

Sudden.

Daozhen seemed to have sensed something and without even turning his head, he asked, "What do you want to ask me for advice?"

"Master, why are you sighing?"

Gu Yan followed the wind and appeared on the garden path.

Daozhen turned around and saw a handsome young man with a slightly raised eyelid, smiling gently at him.

"You are."

Daozhen looked at him for a long time before he said in disbelief, "Xuanyi?"

Gu Yan walked forward, sat down in the pavilion, and asked in confusion, "Master, how come you don't recognize your disciple after just a few days of not seeing him?"

Daozhen suddenly attacked, turning his finger into a sword and pointing it at Gu Yan's chest.

Although Gu Yan was confused, he did not dodge and allowed Daozhen's sword to hit his chest.

Click~
There was a sound of bones cracking.

Daozhen's face was distorted in pain, and he silently retracted his twisted fingers.

Click~
After straightening his fingers, he added a sentence to break the awkwardness: "Is it really Xuanyi?"

Gu Yan nodded: "Of course, I have already killed the evil tiger and offered sacrifices to my father."

Daozhen was finally confirmed after hearing these words.

He shook his head: "I haven't seen you for a few days, Xuanyi. How come your appearance and temperament have changed so much? You are completely two different people."

Gu Yan touched his face.

Is it possible that after advancing, my appearance has been optimized?
After he advanced, he ran around, busy exchanging talents, and had to sleep in the open air, so he really didn't pay attention to this.

So he sent a message to Ba Liang: "Silly dog, has my appearance and temperament changed recently?"

Wait a moment.

Then laughter came from the other side: "Boss, what changes? Oh, yes, there are some changes, but they are all the same."

Gu Yan understood.

As the saying goes, a dog looks down on people.

A dog's visual sense is different from that of a human.

Asked the wrong dog.

But these are small things.

Gu Yan pretended to take out a wallet he made from the cloth bag behind him and said, "Master, I gained some things when I went out this time. Please accept them."

Daozhen took the clip, opened it and was dumbfounded.

He flipped through it again, and the more he looked, the more shocked he became. A talisman!

They are all talismans!
There are actually twelve talismans here!

To know.

Those seniors in the Taoist temple worked like slaves for the Qian family, and all they earned in a year was one or two elixirs and one or two lowest-grade talismans.

Sometimes you have to risk your life.

How did my disciple get so many talismans?

Gu Yan ignored his master's foolish look.

He then took out a jade bottle, a booklet, and a piece of human skin: "Here is also a magic pill that can heal injuries, a book of spiritual enlightenment, and a book of true method of spiritual cultivation."

Daozhen looked at everything one by one, and finally his dignified and upright face could no longer be maintained.

He lost his voice and said, "Xuan Yi, where did you get these immortal treasures?"

Gu Yan sighed:

“I met a young man on the road.

We had a little conflict, and then I used some tricks to kill the other person.

Only later did I find out that it was a member of the Liu family.

Fortunately, I was wearing a human skin mask at the time, the dog was not around, and there were no witnesses around. I handled the scene and rushed back overnight.

Master, I may have to flee to another country and cannot stay in the Taoist temple any longer.

Otherwise, it might bring disaster to the Taoist temple."

He said this on purpose.

how to choose.

Everyone looks at the master, and he won’t complain.

There was silence for a long time.

Dao Zhen sighed, "It seems that our fate as master and disciple is only this year. Xuan Yi, no matter what, you are my disciple. You are talented, but it's a pity that you don't have spiritual roots, otherwise I could let you go to the Qian family to try."

He waved his hand:

“Keep these things to yourself.

Spiritual roots are something that practitioners must have.

The true intention of "Qingfeng Yiyi" that I taught you before can be used as a test.

The world outside is vast and difficult. These things are very valuable to those who practice cultivation. After you get out, you can exchange them for some resources. In addition."

Daozhen kept on talking, slowly telling Gu Yan the things he had not said before and the information he knew about the cultivation world.

He even planned several escape routes for Gu Yan.

Gu Yan:
It turns out that Master knows more about the world of cultivation than I do.

He couldn't help but interrupt Daozhen: "Master, why didn't you tell me this before?"

Daozhen stroked his green beard and said, "In our Lin Nation, the mortal world is a place with weak spiritual roots. Except for those children of noble families who were born in spiritual veins and whose parents also have spiritual roots, ordinary people are basically born with five spiritual roots. You can't even cultivate Qingfeng Yiyi, so it's very likely that you have no spiritual roots. You are still young, and I tell you this, isn't it uncomfortable for you?"

Gu Yan was speechless.

That's the truth.

He waved his hand: "Master, please accept the things. I have kept a lot for myself..."

Daozhen:.
He looked at Gu Yan, his voice trembling: "Who in the Liu family did you kill?"

It can’t be a direct descendant.

Gu Yan shook his head: "Don't worry, he's probably just an errand boy. Even if he's strong, I can't beat him."

Hearing this, Daozhen breathed a sigh of relief.

In the end, he only accepted two talismans of the dead tree coming back to life, just in case. As for the others, no matter what Gu Yan said, he was unwilling to accept them.

In the end, it was Gu Yan who forced him.

The old Taoist then left behind the spiritual enlightenment book and the practice method called "The White Bones Pregnant the Spirit".

He has spiritual roots and spiritual awareness.

They can all be used.

In other words, Gu Yan did not have any method of cultivation at this time, otherwise he would have arranged it for his master.

Before parting.

Gu Yan looked at Dao Zhen seriously and said, "Master, after this farewell, I don't know when I will be back. Do you have any regrets, or anything you particularly want to do but can't accomplish?"

Daozhen: Why do you act like you are about to die?

He coughed and said, "Xuan Yi, don't worry. Master's internal energy has reached a high level, so he should have no problem living for a hundred years. There's no need to be so sad."

"Then why did Master sigh just now?"

Gu Yan continued.

Daozhen hesitated for a moment before speaking his mind. He then admonished Gu Yan, "Xuanyi, don't worry about your spiritual roots. Not having them will only help you stop thinking about them. Unlike me, an old Taoist, I'm middle-aged and often have nightmares about my past. If I have any regrets, it's probably that I only have spiritual roots but never had the chance to see what the Dao is like, and what it's like to be an immortal."

Gu Yan nodded: "Maybe there will be a chance. I'm leaving, Master."

The words fell.

Afterimages flashed by.

By the time Daozhen reacted, there was only a gentle breeze, picking up two fallen leaves, and there was no trace of his disciple.
Looking at the deserted garden.

a long time.

Daozhen finally exhaled a breath of turbid air: "Qingfeng Yiyi."

(End of this chapter)