Chapter 19 Wan Muchun in Front of the Sick Tree

Candle Dragon is a spirit beast in ancient legends. It is thousands of miles long and red all over. It is the mountain god of Zhongshan.

The reason why the Candle Dragon Palace is named after the Candle Dragon is because their sect was built on the Zhongshan Spirit Vein.

Although there are no dragons on Zhongshan today.

Back then, in order to seize this Zhongshan spiritual vein, the first ancestor of the Candle Dragon Hall, Wang Puxian, set fire to the sky, and finally occupied this blessed land with all his strength.

For thousands of years since then, Candle Dragon Palace has been regarded as the Dharma Cultivation Sect second only to Taiqing Palace, and it is also one of the top sects most likely to be promoted to Dao Sect in the world.

But how can it be so simple to become a Taoist sect?

Let's talk about resistance first. So far, each of the six cultivators in the world has produced a Taoist sect.

If Faxiu wanted to come up with a second school, how could the other five Taoist schools be willing?

Isn't this a way of saying that the originally equal six-cultivation system has the strongest Dharma-cultivation?

Faxiu, Physical Xiu, and Jianxiu, as the three masters of the cultivation world, are already much stronger than the other three cultivators.

Among the Yusan families, the body repair has always been discriminated against by other families because of its down-to-earth spirit.

After all, the other families are all dressed in feathers, so chic, and with excellent appearance, just like your family and martial arts, who do you discriminate against?

Jianxiu has a maverick personality and has no intention of competing for fame. Others are fine and unwilling to provoke these killers. Therefore, Jianxiu's reputation is not low, but it is not the highest.

After such a calculation, the orthodoxy of Faxiu is the loudest.

The big tree attracts the wind, everyone thinks that your Dharma practice is not pleasing to the eye, and you want to come up with a second Taoism?

Firmly disagree.

What's more realistic is that not only the other five Taoist sects are unwilling to see Candle Dragon Palace promoted, in fact even Taiqing Palace, who is a Dharma practitioner, is also unwilling.

Because, if there is a second Dharma cultivator sect in the world, it will undoubtedly greatly shake their status as the holy land of Taiqing Palace Dharma cultivation.

In addition, the Taiqing Palace focuses on thunder, and the Candle Dragon Palace is good at fire.

Due to the great power of the Taiqing Palace, there has always been a saying that Lei Fa is respected.

If the Candle Dragon Palace also becomes a Dao sect, then will the lightning method or the fire method be the first?

Can't tell.

Then don't say it.

For the Taiqing Palace, the promotion of Candle Dragon Palace will not only dilute their interests and reputation, but also bring about conflicts of orthodoxy, how could they be willing?

In addition, there is the difference of region.

There are a total of seven domains in the human race, and each of the seven Taoist sects has already occupied one domain. If your Candle Dragon Palace becomes a Taoist sect, what will happen then?

One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, who is willing to share the territory with you? If they split up, who is the boss and who is the second?

Even for this possible regional dispute, the seven Taoist sects cannot turn a blind eye to the Candle Dragon Palace.

In this way, although the various Taoist sects will not commit door-to-door murders, intentional or unintentional crowding out is unavoidable.

Patriarch Wang Puxian had been fighting for the promotion of the Candle Dragon Palace to the Taoist sect during his lifetime, and he even cultivated to the realm of the Taoist master.

The realm of the Taoist master actually belongs to the monks of the nine realms.

However, the Taoist master is beyond the ordinary monks of the Nine Realms.

The main difference is that the Taoist master must be a monk of the Nine Realms, but a monk of the Nine Realms is not necessarily a Taoist master.

Generally speaking, Taoist masters are to Dharma cultivators what "Sword Immortals" are to sword cultivators, and "Ling Zun" are to spiritual cultivators...

It's a pity that even so, Candle Dragon Hall failed to become the Taoist sect in the end.

After Wang Puxian's patriarch Dao died, there has never been a new Daoist level monk in the Candle Dragon Hall, and naturally it is even more impossible to plan for the name of the Daoist sect.

Because, a Dharma sect with a "Tao master" may not necessarily become a Dao sect, but a Dharma cultivation sect must have a "Tao master".

This is a hard condition.

Passed down to this generation, there are currently three Great Patriarchs in the Candle Dragon Hall.

One of them was named Wang Daode.

Among the three contemporary Great Patriarchs of Candle Dragon Hall, Patriarch Wang Daode is the most unsatisfactory one. He has neither great achievements nor shocking cultivation.

Compared with the other two patriarchs who are well-known, this patriarch Wang Daode is like an "otaku", staying in the Candle Dragon Hall all day long.

Coupled with the sloppy image, like an old farmer, he knows how to serve the citrus trees in the back mountain all day long, which makes many disciples of the Candle Dragon Hall complain about him and not approve of this patriarch.

In addition, this patriarch Wang Daode had no children and no apprentices in his life.

Therefore, in the face of the rumors and gossips of the disciples of the sect, there is no one who can speak for him, and his reputation in the Candle Dragon Palace is even lower.

The only thing that the Candle Dragon Hall disciples didn't understand was why every time the sect's annual meeting, this sloppy Patriarch Wang Daode would sit at the head seat, while the other two famous Patriarchs would take the second seat?

Could it be that this patriarch is a hidden master?

Later, a well-informed disciple found the answer to this question.

Because, this Patriarch Wang Daode is the first suzerain of Candle Dragon Hall, the only son of Wang Puxian, and at the same time, the person with the highest seniority in Candle Dragon Hall today.

But this news, not only did not make the sect disciples change their views on this Patriarch Wang Daode, but it made them look down on him even more.

Patriarch Wang Puxian was a wise man all his life, devoted himself to the promotion of the Candle Dragon Palace to the Taoist sect, and his cultivation was as high as the sky, almost a heavenly man, why is he a tiger father and dog son?

In their view, Wang Daode is the only stain on Patriarch Wang Puxian.

Until recent years, in his twilight years, the highest-ranking Patriarch of the Candle Dragon Hall, somehow moved by his heart, suddenly accepted a monk from a remote state in the southern region as his apprentice.

It was also because they had a lot of opinions on this patriarch Wang Daode, so even everyone didn't like the apprentices that this patriarch accepted.

Even this monk named Mo Yan, because he is a disciple of Wang Daode, is a senior in the Candle Dragon Hall.

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Candle Dragon Hall, back mountain.

It was breezy.

Mo Yan, dressed in black, went up the mountain.

There is an old Taoist in Tsing Yi on the mountain, with his sleeves rolled up, carefully tending those citrus trees that have been caressed for many years.

But I don't know why, even though the old man has been quietly cultivating it for many years, these citrus trees not only did not have luxuriant branches and leaves, but did not bear fruit, and even the branches and leaves became more and more shriveled.

"Master." Mo Yan respectfully said to the old Taoist.

The old Taoist seemed to be deaf, without turning his head, he was still carefully examining the lines of the citrus leaves one by one.

"Master," Mo Yan called out again. Seeing that the old man still didn't answer, he didn't take it seriously, and said to himself, "I have realized the true meaning of fire as its origin, and I am ready to advance to refine the void, so I came to tell Master Let me tell you, it's not like I can't come to see Master these days."

"I've been alone on this mountain for thousands of years, and I'm used to it, so why should you come to see it? It's best if you don't come," the old Taoist turned his back to Mo Yan, facing the apprentice he had taken in in his later years, Shaking his head, he said indifferently, "Did you leave the sect a while ago?"

"Well," Mo Yan didn't hide anything, "I went out with a good friend."

"Just the one named Lu Qingshan?" The old man was somewhat impressed.

Mo Yan hesitated for a moment, finally nodded and said: "Yes."

"How did you meet him? How is your relationship with him?"

Mo Yan paused, organized his words, and told the whole story about Jiaolong Island back then.

The old Taoist named Wang Daode, after understanding the bond between his apprentice and the sword cultivator named Lu Qingshan, couldn't help but close his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"Okay, I see." Finally, the slovenly old man nodded, affirming whether intentionally or not, "this son has great talent and righteousness, so he can get in touch more."

Mo Yan was silent for a moment, but did not answer.

"If you have nothing to do, step back." The sloppy old man said leisurely.

"Then the disciple will leave first." Mo Yan immediately cupped his hands and said goodbye.

"Let's go." The sloppy old man continued to look at his citrus trees.

Mo Yan didn't procrastinate, he turned around and went down the mountain.

...

Just as Mo Yan turned to leave, another figure floated down at this moment.

The visitor was also dressed in fluttering green clothes, but compared to the old Taoist's slovenly appearance, he looked like a fairy.

This person appeared next to Wang Daode, and shouted at the sloppy old Taoist: "Uncle."

If others saw this scene, they would definitely not believe it.

Because this fairy Taoist who called the sloppy old Taoist uncle is exactly the patriarch Zhao Yuding among the three patriarchs of the Candle Dragon Hall.

Zhao Yuding stared at the back of Mo Yan going away seriously, thought for a while, and finally asked slowly: "Uncle, you said that my fortune in the candle dragon palace for the next five thousand years depends on this small island in the southern region." My little casual cultivator is so desperate, are you really sure?"

In the mundane world, it is very common to tie the luck of a family to one son. After all, Zhao Yuding did not believe it, or rather, did not believe it at all. .

Wang Daode seemed to have his own understanding, and he saw through Zhao Yuding's thoughts at a glance, and he did not directly refute, but said in a low voice: "The seven domains of the human race, the 20,000-year luck of the population, was not the same as before. Xia Daozu alone decision?

Our little Candle Dragon Palace has five thousand years of luck, determined by one person, so why not? Is it possible that we can still beat the human race? "

Zhao Yuding was at a loss for words for a while.

"Then will the fate he decides be a blessing or a curse?" Zhao Yuding couldn't help but asked again.

"It's a blessing or a curse. Except for the godly old monsters in the Tianji Temple, how can we ordinary people spy on the heavenly secrets?" Wang Daode said flatly: "The only thing I can do is to do my best."

Zhao Yuding seemed to have thought of something, and took a closer look at the sloppy old man's face, and suddenly his face changed, "Uncle, you start to practice that Tao..."

Wang Daode nodded calmly.

"Is it worth it...?" Zhao Yuding squeezed out a few words from his throat with difficulty.

The sloppy old man said calmly: "He is our kind of luck. Since I have bet on him the luck of my Candle Dragon Palace for the next five thousand years, how can there be any reason not to bet and want to win a lot of money?"

"Back then, Patriarch Wang Puxian was a genius, but he couldn't make our Candle Dragon Palace go further. Do you believe he can do it?" Zhao Yuding was dissatisfied and complained in his tone like an angry child.

"I believe." The old man is just two words.

"Why does he rely on it? Just rely on his ability to refine different fires?" Zhao Yuding was unwilling, "Aren't you afraid that it will be a road of no return?"

In fact, he has always been indifferent to what his uncle said earlier, that Mo Yan has something to do with the luck of the Candle Dragon Palace

This is really too big a word.

Although the Candle Dragon Palace is not comparable to the Taiqing Palace, and has become more and more weak in recent years, it is still the top sect that dominates Zhongshan's spiritual veins, has tens of thousands of disciples, and is the leader in fire art in the world.

In the Candle Dragon Palace like this, the aura is actually controlled by Mo Yan alone?

It's child's play!

He couldn't take it seriously.

But now, he has to pay more attention.

Because, Wang Daode has already started to put all his eggs in one basket, mobilizing Zhong Shan's energy and... to sacrifice the eternal fire for Na Moyan.

Even if he doesn't care.

"It's the main road or the wrong road," Wang Daode said in a low voice, as if he was comforting Zhao Yuding, but also comforting himself, "You always have to walk around to find out."

"This Candle Dragon Palace is the foundation laid down by my uncle's father, the Taoist sect, and it is also the last wish of Patriarch Wang Puxian.

Since my uncle is going to gamble, I, as an 'outsider', naturally can't say anything, that's all! "Zhao Yuding gave a wry smile, flicked his sleeves, and with a bit of anger, he left with a heavy heart.

After Zhao Yuding left, the slovenly old man stood motionless in place, lost in thought for a long time, and finally looked at the few citrus trees he was waiting for.

It can be seen that under the shriveled leaves that were originally full of trees, there are already countless fresh and tender new shoots growing.

Although it is not very obvious, nor is it very vigorous, but it is green and gratifying, full of vitality.

"Old trees spit out new buds," the old Taoist said with sadness in his eyes, "Father... the child is not filial, he has been taking care of these citrus trees all his life, and I don't know if there will be a day when they will bear fruit."

Before his eyes, at this moment, there seemed to be scenes of childhood scenes flashing by.

"Father, why haven't these citrus trees produced fruit?"

"Father, you play with me."

"Father, I have worked hard to do my homework during this period, and I have already practiced the exercises to the fifth level. The elders and the others all praise me. Can you accompany me today..."

"Father, why are you spending time with these citrus trees every day, but don't have time to accompany me?

Am I your son, or are these citrus trees your son? "

In the twilight, the slovenly old man has a dejected figure, with disheveled beard and hair.

When he was a child, he was always dissatisfied that his father didn't have time to accompany him, but he always had time to take care of these citrus trees.

At that time, he wished he could secretly cut down these citrus trees.

Until the day of his father's death, in the eyes of the world, Taoist Zhulong, who was almost heavenly and human, just held his hand, sighed leisurely, and said, "It is father who is sorry for you."

Then, there is no other explanation.

It was only after that day that he realized that the citrus trees his father cared about were planted on the energy veins of the Candle Dragon Palace.

If the candle dragon prospers, the tree will prosper.

When the candle dragon declines, the tree withers.

The day the old tree bears fruit is the time when Zhulong became the Taoist sect.

Since then, he has taken care of himself, just like his father, and began to take care of these citrus trees that his father devoted most of his life to.

But after my father passed away, no matter how carefully he took care of them, the condition of these citrus trees went from bad to worse.

The leaves of the citrus tree began to wither one by one, until a few years ago, it seemed that it had some incurable disease, and it was almost dead.

He sat for years before sleepless nights before the citrus tree, exhausted both physically and mentally.

Until that day, when the young man named Mo Yan entered the sect, a new bud suddenly sprouted from one of the citrus trees under the old yellow leaves.

"Why?" Wang Daode repeated Zhao Yuding's previous questioning, and said to himself: "I don't know...after all, the secrets are unpredictable."

"However, I seem to know a little bit now." Wang Daode carefully stroked the newly grown sprout, as if it was his most precious treasure.

"Lu Qingshan," Wang Daode read the name, looked at the sprouts all over the tree, and murmured, "Is it him...?"

Mo Yan just joined this sword cultivator named Lu Qingshan, and he is already...

Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree.