Chapter 329: Greedy, Still Don't Understand

"But Brother Sun, you are not young anymore." Zhao Xingfan felt that he could not argue with Sun Dong.

Sun Dong's face was full of disdain: "So what? I have four generations living together now. I don't know how happy I am. I have to fight hard for cultivation. Isn't that putting the cart before the horse?"

Zhao Xingfan was speechless. How could this situation be completely beyond his expectations? He said a few words casually and then said goodbye.

Back to Zhushan, it happened to be the time to answer questions every five days. Zhao Xingfan naturally stood up again and saluted Shi Xuan: "Teacher, twenty years ago, I asked you..., you told me, and I will ask him again in twenty years, but twenty years have passed, and my old friend still insists that mortals are better than cultivators. Even if both his parents passed away, he has no regrets. Please teach me."

As these cultivators practiced the skills taught by Shi Xuan and broke through the realm one by one, they began to call Shi Xuan teacher, but Shi Xuan did not comment.

After hearing Zhao Xingfan's question, Shi Xuan smiled faintly and said, "Wait twenty years, then ask him again."

Zhao Xingfan was stunned. He never thought that his teacher would continue to answer like this. Did he really have to ask again in twenty years?

Shi Xuan looked down. Compared with the heyday, the sky and bamboo branches were crowded with cultivators. Now the top of the Bamboo Mountain was empty, with less than 5,000 cultivators.

Because the two Taoist methods taught by Shi Xuan were only up to the Jindan realm, they were finished in almost a year, so in the past 20 years, it was considered repeated 20 times. The whole Zi Luo country, who could come to listen, had already heard it thoroughly, and their younger generations and relatives and friends could also listen to it from them, without having to travel through mountains and rivers.

These more than 4,000 cultivators came just now because today was the day when Shi Xuan answered questions. On weekdays, there were even less than 100 cultivators on the Bamboo Mountain. Of course, those cultivators needed to fight for resources in order to break through the realm, so this choice was reasonable.

Shi Xuan stood up, and all the monks below bowed respectfully. The beasts and birds in the bamboo forest also bowed in the same way. For example, the white fox, the kitten, and the golden mouse all stood in human form with their front paws raised, while the birds flapped their wings and bent them.

Over the years, the monks and the beasts and birds have lived in harmony, and they all know how to repay kindness. Shi Xuan often sees precious spiritual herbs from other places, spiritual fruits and materials from the mountain outside the bamboo house, but Shi Xuan doesn't care about these. After preaching, he tells the people who bring things to take them back, and he doesn't show any favoritism on weekdays.

After everyone knew that Shi Xuan really didn't need it, they gradually stopped this behavior.

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In Anxi City.

"Brother Wan, are you really going to other countries?" Zhang Liu asked Wan Chengfeng. Everyone has been sitting and listening to Shi Xuan's teachings for twenty years, and their friendship has become very good.

Wan Chengfeng nodded, full of vigor and vitality: "With the teacher's teachings over the years, Wan has entered the realm of supernatural powers for ten years. But Ziluo Country has scarce resources and a weak atmosphere for cultivation, so Wan wants to go out and try his luck, travel around the world, and strive to condense a golden elixir one day, so that he can pass on the teacher's teachings. Fellow Taoists, why don't you go out and try your luck too?"

Zhang Liu was silent for a while and said, "Well, we have learned almost everything that can be learned from the teacher. If we continue to listen, we will not gain anything else. If we want to achieve the golden elixir, we really can't rely on the resources here. Since you can make up your mind, brother Wan, Zhang will not lose to you."

"Okay, Brother Zhang, you really have a sense of pride in your heart." The cultivator surnamed Li praised, "In fact, if it weren't for the many golden elixir masters who came to trouble the teacher that year, and all died in the hands of the teacher, we wouldn't even be able to gather the materials for advancing to the realm of supernatural powers. Ziluo Country is really too barren, and we can only go out. Go and explore, and later establish a sect in a place with beautiful feng shui, and establish a Taoist lineage for the teacher, wouldn't it be great? "

Those hesitant supernatural realm cultivators were instigated by Wan Chengfeng and the Li cultivator, but they still had some concerns: "Those great cultivation countries are not like Zi Luo Country, and the competition is fierce. If we go out like this, I am afraid it will be difficult to compete with the cultivators in those places, not to mention the four major sects and several major cultivation families."

Wan Chengfeng was confident: "Wan has already planned this matter. The teacher has collected nearly 20 spiritual tools from the eight or nine Jindan masters. It should be no problem for us to ask for one. After all, we are going out to establish a Taoist lineage for him."

This is a high-sounding statement, but it makes Zhang Liu frown. The teacher preaches without taking a penny. It is obvious that he and others have taken advantage of him a lot. Now he is asking him for spiritual tools in the name of establishing a Taoist lineage for him. It is really shameless and greedy.

Wan Chengfeng continued, "But there is one thing I want to remind you. When you go to other countries, you can't preach in public like the teacher. Otherwise, you will die without a burial place. You can only follow the rules and establish a sect or family, or accept one or two disciples to inherit the tradition."

The cultivators nodded. They knew the reaction of the outside world very well, and then decided to go up the mountain at night to ask the teacher for a spiritual weapon. Only Zhang Liu couldn't let go of his face and didn't agree to go with them.

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It was late at night and the moon was bright, and everything was silent.

Outside the stone pavilion and bamboo hut, there were more than a dozen supernatural realm cultivators kneeling, led by Wan Chengfeng, kowtowing there.

"What are you doing here?" Shi Xuan's indifferent voice came from the bamboo hut.

Wan Chengfeng said respectfully: "In order to break through to the Golden Core Realm and better pass on the Taoist tradition to the teacher, the disciples decided to travel to other countries and came here to bid farewell to the teacher."

"Well, I know, you can go." Shi Xuan answered concisely.

Wan Chengfeng and the other cultivators looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and said shamelessly: "But the disciples know that their strength is low, and they are afraid of insulting the teacher's reputation and being unable to pass on the Taoist tradition, so they want to ask the teacher to give them spiritual tools so that the disciples can protect themselves."

"Oh. I don't have any spiritual tools to give, but I have eight words for you." Shi Xuan paused and said leisurely, "People are greedy, and a little snake swallows an elephant." Those spiritual tools, he had to exchange for the sect. Penglai sent so many Yinshen Venerables to go out, and only a few of them could achieve Yuanshen and come back, so his own spiritual tools were not rich.

Before Wan Chengfeng and the others could continue to plead, they felt the sky dark and they were swaying like flying in the clouds. Then, with a few claps, they all fell to the ground, and their bodies ached. Looking around, they were already at the foot of the bamboo mountain.

After personally experiencing the power and unpredictability of Shi Xuan's methods, Wan Chengfeng and the others had neither the face nor the courage to stay. They hurriedly packed up their belongings and left with their families and disciples.

Zhang Liu, on the other hand, said goodbye when Shi Xuan preached the next morning, and received two words of praise from Shi Xuan.

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Zhao Xingfan walked to the door of Sun's house again. Twenty years had passed, and Sun's house was still so magnificent. However, Zhao Xingfan had already advanced to the level of magical powers. Even in the whole world, he could be regarded as a master of some size, so he didn't care about these things at all.

Following the servants, they came to the waterside pavilion again. Sun Dong's hair was completely white, but he was energetic and looked good. I think it was the credit of his previous physical training.

"Brother Zhao, I haven't seen you for twenty years, but you are still as charming as ever." Seeing Zhao Xingfan look the same as he did twenty or even forty years ago, Sun Dong was a little surprised at first, but soon calmed down and greeted him with a smile.

Zhao Xingfan looked at Sun Dong with emotion: "Brother Sun, this is all because Zhao has been practicing Taoism and making progress every day. Zhao heard that my nephew and several other juniors have passed away for various reasons in recent years. It's really sad. It would be great if they also practiced Taoism."

Sun Dong was a little sad, then smiled and shook his head: "Brother Zhao, haven't you seen through it yet? What I and your juniors have enjoyed in the past few decades may not be what you have enjoyed for hundreds of years, not to mention the fear and fear of death at any time. The danger of death is the point of life. What does this life mean? After hundreds of years, how can he enjoy the joy of heaven and life for decades. Zhao Xingfan glanced at: "After 20 years, you ask him again." "Ah?" I didn't care about Zhao Xingfan's surprise. Shi Xuan looked at the monks who were still listening to the Tao. There were less than 50 people, and many of them were new in recent years. For example, the little girl named Xia Jing came from a remote village in Ziluo Country. After seeing a cultivator casting a spell once, she became obsessed with cultivation. Unfortunately, there were no cultivators above the level of Out-of-Body there, and the cultivators in the big city refused to accept her as a disciple. She had no money to pay for learning. Later, she heard that there was an old immortal in Zhushan, Anxi City, who treated everyone equally and taught openly regardless of their identities. So she wore out several pairs of shoes and finally went to Zhushan to listen to the teachings. In the morning, after listening to the teachings, she had to go to the restaurant to work as a waiter.

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Zhao Xingfan walked outside Sun's house again, but saw white cloth hanging everywhere, as if a funeral was being held. He couldn't help but have a bad premonition. He had been in the realm of supernatural powers for more than 20 years. If he hadn't been entangled in that problem, he would have gone to other countries to train and collect resources to prepare for the condensation of the golden elixir.

"Old man, who died in this house?" Zhao Xingfan asked a passerby.

The passerby looked at Zhao Xingfan curiously and said, "It's the great philanthropist Sun Dongsun, the head of the family."

Zhao Xingfan returned to Zhushan in a daze. Will this question always have the same answer?

A few days later, on the top of Zhushan, Zhao Xingfan stood up again and said with a wry smile, "Teacher, my old friend has passed away. I'm afraid that question will always remain the same."

Shi Xuan asked back calmly, "Don't you understand yet?"