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Since eavesdropping on the wall between Dong Zhikun and Zhang Ze, Zhao Ran slightly lowered his tense nerves. Dong Zhikun and Zhang Ze have not found any evidence of their involvement with Hu, which means that Manager Jin’s work was quite secret before and it was difficult to be caught and hurt. However, this matter cannot be taken lightly. The best way is to protect Hu from the beginning and not be charged with the crime of being carefully done by Buddhism.

The next night, Zhao Ran was still thinking hard in his house, thinking about how to protect Hu, so that he would not be framed for nothing, nor would he reveal his identity behind the commander's identity, a little old man suddenly came to Wujiyuan.

The old man was less than five feet tall, his gray beard and his eyebrows were wrapped around his equally gray hair. He tied a bun with a torn three-inch wooden stick. His long hair was dragged to his knees. He couldn't tell whether he was sixty or eighty years old. Even if he was over a hundred years old, no one would doubt it.

He suddenly appeared at the foot of Wuji Mountain with a painted wooden stick, and then climbed up step by step. He gasped and rested a few times on the way, and finally climbed to the front of the mountain gate.

I took off a huge gourd hanging around my waist, and poured a large mouthful of rice wine. The wine color surged, making my face flushed, and my skin became more and more greasy and brighter.

Sighing with satisfaction, the old man knocked on the gate of Wujiyuan with his wooden stick.

It was late at night and the knocking sounded particularly loud. Huo Ju, a servant on duty at the gate, came out of the side door with an oil lamp, looked at the old man with a moment of light, and asked, "Who knocked on the door?"

The old man handed over a famous post. When the Huoju took it, he immediately flew in and reported it. Without hesitation, there was a messy sound of footsteps in Wuji Courtyard. Then the main gate opened wide. Songjian Courtyard and Sandu arrived together and welcomed the old man in.

Not long after, more than ten high candles were added to the Tianshi Hall, which illuminated the hall. Songjianyuan and Sandu Gong invited the old man to come in, and sent a Huoju to run to the dormitory and passed on Zhao Ran, who was full of doubts.

Zhao Ran kept wondering along the way, asking Huo Ju who was passing the message, but he didn't know anything. When he entered the Tianshi Hall, he saw Song Jianyuan accompanying a white beard and eyebrows mixed together and unable to tell the difference. Luo Du, Yuan Duchu and Zhu Dushou were both sitting and chatting casually.

Seeing Zhao Ran arrive, the Song Supervisory Court called him closer and said to the old man: "This is Zhao Zhiran, the lord of the Jingtang of the Wujiyuan." He smiled at Zhao Ran and said: "Junior Brother Zhao, I have come here to see Mr. Tong. Mr. Tong is a disciple of Master Chu of the Jade Emperor Pavilion..."

The old man's head swayed left and right like a rattle: "I'm not a disciple, but a registered disciple. I'm not a member of your Taoist sect, so don't mess around."

Song Jianyuan smiled and was about to continue introducing, the old man rushed to Zhao Ran and said impatiently: "You are Zhao Zhiran? My master brought him to Wujiyuan to the one? I have heard of you."

Zhao Ran was nervous and thought it was broken. The miserable came to the door and bowed: "I have seen Mr. Tong. The little path is Zhao Zhiran. Fortunately, the great master saved him that day, so he saved his life." He didn't know what happened to the registered disciple of the great master Chu who suddenly visited Wujiyuan, but since he called himself over, he just didn't know whether it was a good or a bad thing - I'm afraid that the possibility of a bad thing is relatively high, so he didn't dare to say more, for fear that if he said something wrong, he immediately exposed himself.

Mr. Tong smiled and looked at Zhao Ran up and down, then waved his hand to Song Jianyuan and others and said, "You are all separated. It's not easy to sit here with the old man at night. Moreover, this matter has nothing to do with you. Let's rest. Zhao Xiaodao is enough here."

Song Jianyuan and others immediately stood up, said respectfully to the old man, and then looked at Zhao Ran with envy, leaving one by one, only Tong Lao and Zhao Ran were left in the Tianshi Hall.

Mr. Tong was circling around Zhao Ran. Zhao Ran felt uncomfortable all over by him. He thought to himself that he had sent him to attack and asked him for guilt. I might as well be a little bitch and admit his mistakes and punish him. Anyway, his status is not as high as others and he can't fight. Even the reason is on the other side. It is absolutely impossible to pass if he doesn't admit defeat.

Just as he was about to admit his mistake, Mr. Tong was amazed: "No, not bad, not bad, but he has some qualifications! No wonder he is so smart. He knows that he has done a good job by borrowing my master's name. In just over two years, he has become the Master of Jingtang. Should I say you are bold or smart?"

What should come finally came. Zhao Ran bowed to Mr. Tong, bent down and said, "I had no intention of doing this, but some things started and couldn't stop, and they were getting more and more wrong... In short, everything was my fault, but it was just for Mr. Tong to deal with it..." As he was speaking, he suddenly seemed to have some realization and asked in disbelief: "Wait, Mr. Tong... what did you say 'qualification' just now?"

Mr. Tong smiled and nodded: "Yes, you still have some qualifications. Maybe it was the reason why Master saved you that day and brought you into the Taoist sect?"

Zhao Ran knew the most about whether he had qualifications or not. However, before, Chu Yangcheng and Dazhuo and Taoist Master Xiaozhuo said that he had no qualifications or roots. Even if he could not trust Da Zhuo, would he still trust Chu Yangcheng? But now this old man said that he had "how many qualifications" he had, what was going on?

The most reasonable explanation is the fine rope and the changes in the fine rope after becoming a quiet master a few days ago!

Zhao Ran was a little disbelief and asked in a trembling voice: "Old Tong, do I have qualifications? Is the qualifications high? Can I practice Taoism?"

Mr. Tong smiled and said, "Has no one ever told you? You do have some qualifications, with bright inside and outside and bright eyes, but the moisturization is not enough, the luster is lighter, and the qualification is not good."

Zhao Ran, who is not "good" and doesn't care at all. The key is to solve the problem of existence and non-existence. He hurriedly asked: "How do I know that I have qualifications? Well, or how do I feel my qualifications? What can I do after I have qualifications?" This was his first time to come into contact with this problem. He didn't know what the inside story was, so he didn't know how to ask.

But his eagerness was obviously felt by Mr. Tong, so he taught: "Look at your side, um, don't look with your eyes..." Seeing Zhao Ran closed his eyes, he corrected: "It's not that you want to close your eyes. You don't have to use your eyes to see things, but you are not that level yet, so you still have to rely on your eyes, but not as you used to look like before, but with your eyes to feel... Use your eyes to drive your mind, and use your mind to see... Eyes are not eyes, the mind is the eyes, the eyes are the window, and the mind passes through the window..."

Zhao Ran closed his eyes, carefully savored Mr. Tong's words, then opened his eyes, and tried his best to look at it with his heart, imagining that his heart was the eyes and the eyes were the window, and looking at the outside world through the window...

Zhao Ran burst into tears in an instant. He saw that in the empty space in the Heavenly Master Hall, there seemed to be a trace of mist like smoke, in various different colors, but it never flashed brightly, and seemed to be warm and tender. Although these mists were in front of him, they seemed to be not in front of him. They were transparent and clear, and did not block the sight. They passed away from him, and they came suddenly from nowhere...

Zhao Ran choked and wanted to cry, murmured: "I saw it, I saw it..."

Mr. Tong said in surprise: "See it? It's much faster than I imagined. The qualifications are not that bad. Well, what you see is 'qi', which is called 'light' by Buddhism. In fact, it's the same, it's just that... Well, just pretend you didn't hear this. Don't say it randomly. I won't admit it even if you say it..."

Zhao Ran looked at it for a while before he came back to his senses. He knelt in front of Mr. Tong sincerely and begged, "Please teach me!"

Old Tong looked at Zhao Ran with his head tilted, and laughed and said, "I want to practice Taoism?"

Zhao Ran nodded respectfully: "Yes!"

"Simple, I will teach you a method..." Mr. Tong then talked about a set of methods of breathing and entering tranquility, and said: "This method is the basic tranquility technique of Taoism, which is the simplest, but you can try it."

Zhao Ran felt that this method was too simple, just like the primary qigong described in the martial arts novel before traveling through time. It was nothing more than attracting qi into the body and leading it to the Qihai Dantian, so he followed the belief and doubt.

But after working hard for a while, he felt like he was almost crazy and did not introduce a trace of the "qi" flowing in the open that he had just seen. The harder he worked, the further away the "qi" would be from him, which made him sweat all over and felt extremely upset.

Before he could continue, he felt a "slap" on his back and his palm was shaking. Zhao Ran was shocked, freed from the boredom, and his mood slowly returned to calm.

Just as he was about to ask, Mr. Tong smiled: "Zhao Xiaodao, is it not easy to absorb 'qi'? That's right... Do you know why?"

Zhao Ran was waiting for Mr. Tong to help him solve his doubts with expectation, but saw Mr. Tong holding his stomach and laughing: "That's because you have no roots!"

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Chapter completed!