"Xiao Ranzi, why do you want to find a master?" On the way to Wudang Mountain, Huang Lixin said casually: "You were not superstitious before, and you have changed a lot now. You used to love to eat fish and beef, so why don't you eat it now?"

Zhang Daoran pulled his face and couldn't laugh. His facial muscles were already stiff. It was obvious that his muscles had begun to shrink in the past two days.

This is the habit of practicing Taoism in dreams and staying behind.

Huang Lixin talked about superstition. Zhang Daoran wanted to argue, but finally shook his head. Huang Lixin was a standard half-character, liked mythological TV series and mythological novels. That's why there were words like Zhang Daoran having his soul penetrated before.

Zhang Daoran had only a neutral attitude towards these legends before. After practicing the Three Pure Contemplations, Zhang Daoran confirmed that myths may not be myths, and legends may not be legends, but real existences.

"That dream is so real..."

The dream is blurred, and the Three Pure Contemplations and practices the Tao, everything is too real.

Wudang Mountain can be opened to traffic, but you have to buy a ticket before you can enter. Zhang Daoran originally wanted to go up the mountain from the stairs. Huang Lixin pushed him, which would be very inconvenient, so he could only take a bus. Wudang Mountain, a Chinese Taoist holy land, also known as Taihe Mountain and Xieluo Mountain, Guan Shangshan Mountain, Xianshi Mountain, was known as "Taiyue", "Xuanyue" and "Dayue".

Since Zhang Sanfeng founded the Wudang Sect here, Wudang Mountain has now become a Taoist holy land. Its reputation is no less than Longhu Mountain, Laoshan.

In fact, what Zhang Daoran wants to go most is Laoshan and Longhu Mountain. Wudang is a hometown of martial arts, not a pure place for practicing Taoism. The inheritance of Laoshan and Longhu Mountain is a pure Taoist holy land.

"Two lay Buddhists, here is the Wudang inner gate, tourists cannot enter..."

After visiting Prince Po, he arrived at the Zhenwu Hall and Lingxiao Palace, he was about to enter a quiet place through a small gate. A young Taoist priest blocked the two of them: "This is a place for Wudang disciples to practice and rest. If the two lay Buddhists want to visit the scenery of Wudang Mountain, go to other places."

"This Taoist priest, we came to seek medical treatment."

Huang Lixin was about to speak, but Zhang Daoran hugged his fists and said in a wheelchair.

The young Taoist priest looked at Zhang Daoran, with bandages tied on several sides of his body. He shook his head: "Wudang Mountain cultivation holy place, two lay Buddhists want to ask for medical treatment, so please go to the hospital."

Huang Lixin smiled: "It is said that when Zhang Sanfeng founded the Wudang Sect, he was a Shaolin disciple. Moreover, there will be some magical elixirs in the Dao Sect holy land of Wudang Mountain. I wonder if we can buy some?"

"The layman was joking..." The young Taoist priest looked solemn: "The founder of the Wudang Sect has never been a monk. The Sanfeng Patriarch was originally a descendant of Zhang Tianshi. He sought Taoism in Luyi Taiqing Palace and sought many Taoist sects. Finally, the Taoist art was perfect and he retired to Wudang, and then he founded the Wudang Sect. As for the magical elixirs mentioned by the layman, there was no Wudang Mountain."

"I don't know if I can ask for a master of Taoism. I have many doubts and want to ask the master of Wudang."

Zhang Daoran had many doubts in his heart. Although the Three Pure Contemplation and Practicing the Tao is a dream. Most of the magical channels in the dream cannot be used, but some confusions are always troubled in his heart. If these confusions are not solved, they will feel like a stone is blocked in his heart.

"The head of the sect has important things to do, so he will not see foreign guests. Please come back, two lay Buddhists..."

Zhang Daoran and Huang Lixin had no choice but to return.

"This Taoist priest, what if we become disciples?"

Huang Lixin suddenly stopped and turned around and asked.

"Not everyone can become a disciple. First of all, you must have an understanding and be able to understand the Taoist scriptures. Secondly, the elders of Wudang need to touch their bones and tendons, and those who are suitable for practicing Wudang's inheritance can be accepted as disciples." The young Taoist priest hesitated: "After all, the two lay Buddhists are old and have passed the best age to practice martial arts. Even if they become disciples, they will not achieve anything."

The young Taoist priest is telling the truth. If you enter the Taoist sect to practice Taoism, your age doesn’t matter. If you practice martial arts, Zhang Daoran and Huang Lixin are too old and have no plasticity. After passing the best age to practice martial arts, it is difficult to achieve something. The meaning is very obvious, don’t think about getting a disciple.

Huang Lixin was about to speak, but Zhang Daoran shook his head: "Xiao Huang, let's go. Only when you are destined can you enter the Taoist sect, but it is difficult to realize the truth without destiny. We cannot meet the Taoist sect masters because we are not destined to."

“Huh?”

The young Taoist priest exclaimed in surprise, looked at Zhang Daoran and the others who had left, and said, "These two proverbs make sense..."

"Xiao Ranzi, it's not that I'm not destined to be destined. Do you believe it or not? As long as we say we donate some incense money to help them build Taoist temples, these Taoist masters will definitely meet us." Huang Lixin was a little dissatisfied: "What kind of masters are not masters? Although there are not many Taoist sects in the world now, there is no one who can truly practice immortal magic. Take this Wudang Sect for example. Apart from some boxing, there is really nothing that can be used to show off. It's just that the reputation accumulated by the ancestors can be gained today."

"You are right, but there is something wrong. Wudang Mountain is famous all over the world. The tourism income alone is a big profit. Even if you donate it to Wudang Mountain with one million or two million now, Wudang Mountain may not be able to attract attention..."

Zhang Daoran sighed: "Longhu Mountain is too far away, so I won't go. When I was going back to my hometown, I would go to Laoshan once."

Huang Lixin's mouth twitched: "Xiao Ranzi, you shouldn't really become a monk, or why are you so sure that these Taoist monks can cure your illness?"

"This is not a certainty, but a Taoist sect has been passed down for a long time and has inherited countless Taoist sutras. It is impossible that there is really no one. A master who can understand the Taoist sutras and practice Taoist magic." Zhang Daoran had a hint of nostalgia on his face: "If you don't talk about Taoist magic, some masters can cure all kinds of diseases with one pill, and a Taoist sutra can lead to the Taoist sutra."

"You have changed, and you have become a lot. Although you were very sulky and spoke very little. But the way you speak is not like you are now. Just like you have practiced Taoism for decades, it makes people feel inexplicable and the way you speak is strange." Huang Lixin's face once again showed a strange look, and he looked at Zhang Daoran seriously: "Xiao Ranzi, don't hide it from me, my buddy, don't you know that you have really traveled through time? Otherwise, you will not have a big change in your personality and your way of speaking has also changed. Is it because I have no spiritual roots or the potential to cultivate immortality that you deliberately concealed me?"

Huang Lixin stood up, looked at the sky, and sighed: "It's okay, tell me directly that I can withstand this kind of blow. If you succeed in cultivating immortality, give me a fairy pill. Even if you can't live forever, you can live for a hundred years. No, you can be three or five hundred years old..."

Zhang Daoran was speechless. This was the character of the Three Pure Contemplation and practicing Taoism at the beginning of the Three Pure Contemplations, and his personality changed drastically, so now, he could not adapt to his previous personality and way of speaking.

As for the immortal pill, Zhang Daoran also wants it very much. Even if there is no immortal pill, and when there is the Three Pure Contemplation and Practice for Practicing the Tao, Zhang Daoran will be very satisfied.

"Where is it that easy to cultivate immortals? As far as I know, cultivating immortals must first be to connect spiritual veins and enter the body. The Taoist scriptures are used to understand the great way and cultivate the Taoist mind in the world. There are many steps, and every step is wrong, and it is likely that the effort will fail."

"What the layman said is right, is it that easy to cultivate immortals?" At this time, an old Taoist priest walked out of nowhere, wearing a somewhat worn Taoist robe, a little greasy beard, and a little dirty clothes. He walked over with a smile: "If it is so easy to cultivate immortals, isn't it a problem for the gods?"
Chapter completed!