Where's my golden core? Did you think I removed a kidney stone?

The old Taoist priest and the young Taoist boy were both stunned.

next moment.

The cracks on the bluestone table suddenly spread in all directions, bursting open like a spider web. Stone chips rolled down, and the corner of the table suddenly sank, actually collapsing half an inch from the force of the blow.

boom.

The incense ash on the table was shaken, causing a thin mist to rise, and the copper bell on the table shook gently, emitting a series of soft and rapid chimes.

The old Taoist's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He was only two steps away from the stone table when Su Ye's palm struck him. The force and pressure hit him head-on, giving him the illusion of being stared at by a ferocious beast. The hair on his back stood on end, and his legs went weak.

This young man is incredibly strong!

Moreover, the pressure just now was terrifying! To be honest, the old Taoist priest considered himself to have some knowledge, but just now, he almost knelt down on the spot.

After Su Ye delivered that palm strike, the pent-up frustration in his chest dissipated somewhat.

He gave the old Taoist priest a cold look, said nothing more, turned around and left, flicking his clothes as he went straight out of the main hall.

Go ahead and go.

……

Su Ye's expression gradually softened as he walked out of Fuxing Temple.

The mountain breeze blew past his face as he recalled everything that had just happened, finding it all absurd and somewhat laughable.

Ultimately, he felt that he had just made a breakthrough, and his mind was racing. Driven by a thirst for knowledge, he desperately wanted to know what level he was at. In addition, the dojo did have an ancient charm, and the young Taoist boy's seemingly plausible words had completely deceived him for a moment.

I, someone who had already reached the threshold of transcendence, was almost swindled by an old conman in a Taoist temple on the mountaintop.

The more Su Ye thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed, and he couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

"This is truly unbelievable."

Despite his cursing, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

wrong.

That old Taoist priest was a fake; that has been confirmed without a doubt.

But how was he able to sense himself sitting cross-legged outside the temple gate while he was practicing asceticism inside the temple?

Su Ye squinted and slowly raised his head.

Then, he noticed the inconspicuous black camera under the eaves at the entrance of the dojo.

It was facing the direction from which he had just been sitting cross-legged.

Su Ye paused for a moment.

The next moment, his face darkened.

"Depend on."

He left, grumbling and cursing.

……

Meanwhile, inside the main hall of the Taoist temple.

The old Taoist's legs were still weak. Only after Su Ye had completely gone far away did he finally breathe a sigh of relief. No longer caring about his image, he plopped down next to the prayer mat in the center of the main hall and wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.

"Master, please don't make me do this kind of thing again." He said to the young Taoist priest beside him, panting and with a bitter face, "That person just now scared me to death. He was so fierce and had such brute strength. If he had been born in ancient times, he would probably have been a very fierce person."

The young Taoist priest did not respond to this complaint.

He stood to the side, hands behind his back, his eyes bright and clear. He no longer had the innocent look of an ordinary child. Instead, he smiled and seemed quite pleased.

"It seems my prediction was correct; I am not alone on this path."

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest immediately became obedient, shutting his mouth and only looking awkwardly at the fourteen-year-old "abbot" before him.

Others might not know, but he did: this young Taoist boy was incredibly eccentric... no, he was remarkably divine.

He was originally an old beggar who used to make a living at the foot of Jade Emperor Mountain. There were many tourists and pilgrims on the mountain, so he would beg for a bite today and extort a few words tomorrow. Although he lived a shabby life, he was able to barely survive. Unfortunately, in recent years, the tourism industry has become more and more prosperous, and the management has become stricter and stricter. His business has become difficult, and he can no longer make a living by pretending to be pitiful at the entrance of the mountain. He is even chased away by the security guards.

The social environment is bad; even begging for food can lead to unemployment.

Fortunately, three months ago, this young Taoist boy took him in, gave him food, and made him pretend to be an old Taoist priest to help out at the temple. Although the abbot was young, he was mature and did not like to be disturbed, so he asked him to fool the tourists who came to ask for divination.

After three months, the old beggar was completely convinced of the child's abilities.

The abbot is truly a divine being!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask a question in a low voice.

"Could that person be related to the 'extraordinary' you mentioned, Abbot?"

The young Taoist priest nodded gently.

"I previously observed him sitting cross-legged outside the mountain gate, his spirit focused, his breath steady, and there were subtle movements around him, indicating that he had just attained enlightenment. Therefore, I invited him under the guise of Fuxing Temple, hoping to get closer to him and see how other 'extraordinary' beings differed from me."

At this point, he glanced at the old beggar, his tone not harsh, but it made the latter chuckle awkwardly and shrink back.

"It's a pity you exposed yourself too early."

"I spent too little time with him."

The old beggar scratched his head sheepishly.

no way.

Having done many swindles and cheats in the past, he was momentarily blinded by the young man's sincerity and boldness when he saw that the young man had actually worshipped the Three Pure Ones and Zhenwu. He asked for five thousand yuan.

Who would have thought that instead of swindling money, they would lose a stone table in the process?

Thinking of this, he felt even more heartbroken.

The young Taoist priest seemed oblivious to his predicament, turning his head to look outside the hall and muttering to himself.

"strangeness."

"Such a person has bright eyes, a calm demeanor, and a sharp mind."

Logically speaking, I shouldn't have been fooled by you for that moment.

The old beggar was also taken aback by what he heard.

Yes.

When that young man looked at me just now, his gaze was frighteningly sharp, not at all like someone who could be easily fooled. Yet, at the very beginning, I was actually distracted for a moment by things like the Jade Dragon Taoist Temple, the Fortune Star Temple, and the Three Pure Ones Zhenwu.

As the old beggar was pondering this, he heard the young Taoist boy suddenly sigh softly.

"pity."

"My kidney essence is abundant. Over the past year, I have maintained a pure and abstinent mind, practiced breathing exercises, and honed my skills every day, but I have been unable to crystallize in my kidneys. Perhaps my talent has reached its limit and there is no possibility of further improvement."

"This person is different."

"The aura emanating from him is no longer just about to be formed, but has already crossed the threshold. If such a being could stay a little longer, I might be able to see more."

The old beggar seemed to understand but not quite, and could only nod in agreement.

But the next moment, he couldn't help but shrink back and glance at the cracked stone table with lingering fear.

"Guanzhu."

"I think if we really have to take on this kind of role next time, we should just be more direct and not make me play an old Taoist priest again."

"I'm afraid that if this happens again, my old bones will really die in the temple."

Upon hearing this, the young Taoist priest finally revealed a smile befitting a teenager, and let out a soft hum.

"Useless."

Despite this, his gaze remained fixed on the outside of the hall for a long time.

A mountain breeze swept through the hall.

The bell rang softly.

The fourteen-year-old "abbot" had bright eyes, but his mind was still replaying the young figure from just now.

I asked him once when I went up the mountain, and I think his name was Su Ye.

"Perhaps I am not fortunate enough to have met such a remarkable person."

"Or was it that I was too cunning, too successful at a young age, and blinded by greed, hiding in the shadows, afraid to interact with him in my true identity, like..."

His expression suddenly turned grim.

"Rats in the sewers."

"He is not worthy to discuss philosophy with him."