‘Now that the vitality on Earth has returned, why can only monks practice? But we can only be ordinary people like we were originally?’

‘These are all conspiracies of the famous and upright sects! It is said that ordinary people cannot practice. If there are so many people in China, one percent of them can practice? Even if they do not have talent, can they prolong their life and be free from illness or disaster?’

‘If we don’t stand up and resist this matter and keep going in a daze, will our parents, brothers and sisters, and future children all rely on the mercy of these monks to survive?’

‘Yes, we have to stand up!’

‘Everyone is qualified to practice! Why should the practice of Taoism and resources be occupied by those major sects!’

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Holding the phone, Wang Sheng read these contents one by one, but his heart was still calm.

It is obvious that someone is fanning the flames, and these chat records are just fixed people shouting, and they should be the original members of the Super Spirit Society.

Although college students are more likely to fool them than social people, now that information is so developed, you can only make trouble with just a few words. It’s like watching too many costume TV series.

The snack street they were going to was not far from Chen Qianlin's school. They were about to get to the place, so Wang Sheng returned the phone to his senior sister.

Wang Sheng asked: "Has these people been interviewed by their teacher?"

"How do you know?" Chen Qianlin blinked, "I heard from my classmates that one of them was notified of his parents because of his attitude, and he almost stopped studying."

Wang Sheng said seriously: "The leader of that club would not be so stupid that he thought he could incite students. If these people had premeditated, they should be diverting the police's attention. If they were not premeditated, they would really have this resentment."

Wang Sheng is actually very familiar with this anti-cultivist mood.

"Oh?" Jingyun said beside him, "Can I let me see it?"

Chen Qianlin quickly sent her cell phone back.

Until they got off the car, Taoist Jingyun's eyebrows were frowning gently;

When they arrived at the hot pot restaurant where they were having dinner, Master Jingyun returned the phone to Chen Qianlin. He just sighed softly and said nothing.

Their goal today is to be a well-known local hot pot restaurant. When the waiter in front of the door saw Wang Sheng dressed in Taoist robe, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times, but there was not much surprise in his eyes.

Wang Sheng went into the hot pot restaurant and saw... Wow, there were really many foodies among his fellow students.

Looking to the right, the three dignified Kundao were chatting about the food;

Looking to the left, seven or eight Taoist priests were rolling up their sleeves in the corner of the lobby to catch vegetables in the big duck pot, and they were eating very enthusiastically.

It can be seen from this that many monks attracted by the "Secret Talisman of Heaven" gather here.

"Please be three of you, are you three?"

Chen Qianlin responded: "Yes, please help us find a quieter place. Please trouble you."

"Please please, there is a seat on the second floor..."

Wang Sheng could feel a few spiritual thoughts that he was exploring, but he just hid his cultivation and did not care much about it.

More spiritual thoughts were exploring the background of Taoist Jingyun. When they went up the second floor, Wang Sheng's spiritual thoughts also caught a few whispers.

"Isn't this the young sword cultivator from Wudang Mountain?"

"Who is this Kundao? Does anyone know? I can't see through her at all."

"Don't ask, I'm afraid it's a master above the fertility realm. Don't have any offense to her."

"The Wuliang Heavenly Lord and the Xudan Realm cultivator have all appeared? This muddy water is getting more and more muddy..."

"Eat vegetables and eat vegetables. This red and white pot tastes quite good, and the world also has the benefits of the world."

Wang Sheng took back his spiritual thoughts and waited for the uncle to take his seat, he sat next to him and looked at Chen Qianlin and smiled.

Wang Sheng said: "Senior sister, please order more what you like to eat. I'll treat this meal."

Chen Qianlin blinked and asked in a low voice: "Didn't you agree to treat you to a meal? Can you make money by practicing Taoism on the mountain?"

"Why can't it? It's a good income for helping people do rituals and exorcising ghosts," Wang Dao waved his hand, "Let's go and eat. If you can eat poorly tonight, I will go and find the guys who ask me to help to reimburse me for reimbursement."

Jingyun smiled gently on the side, and looked at Wang Sheng with a bit of the elder's kindness.

Master Jingyun said: "Feiyu, you can be so lively."

"Is there any?" Wang Sheng smiled awkwardly.

People who have lived for more than 30 years in their two lives, and there is still a day when people say they are lively.

Fortunately, it's not the word "cute".

The hot pot meal was really good, and it was the only delicacy that Wang Sheng had since he went up the mountain to practice Taoism. After eating it, Master Jingyun couldn't help but eat it.

When they came out of the hot pot restaurant, they saw that it was just past eight o'clock. Wang Sheng proposed to walk on the snack street, and the senior sister naturally agreed happily.

Taoist Master Jingyun seemed to have seen something in Shen Qianlin and took the initiative to speak: "I saw a tea room over there. Let's sit in it. You two young people go and have a walk around."

"Uncle Master, that place is not drinking tea..."

Wang Sheng was about to call his uncle, but his uncle had already left.

Jingyun seemed to be unhappy, but in fact she took a few steps. She was already separated from them by many pedestrians and appeared more than ten meters away.

Even, she did not attract the attention of pedestrians around her at all, as if she had melted into the street scene.

Chen Qianlin glared at her big eyes and was shocked by the body movements that the gentle elder sister who was picking up food for her while eating.

Wang Sheng could only withdraw his hand, and watched Master Jingyun enter the bar with the word "tea" hanging in his mind. What would this fairy uncle look like when he saw the situation in the bar...

However, the two of them waited for a while, but Taoist Master Jingyun did not come out, and seemed to be quite satisfied with the environment inside.

Chen Qianlin came to her senses and exclaimed in a low voice: "Your uncle is so powerful. There are so many people on the street, she has gone so far in just a few steps..."

"This is the master," Wang Sheng replied with a smile, and raised the long sword in his hand. "Let's just go for a walk, I guess I can rest for half a day."

"Is something happening here again?"

Chen Qianlin looked at the young monks who were walking by. They were dressed like Wang Sheng, all wearing Taoist robes, but they didn't hold anything in their hands.

"Well, the matter related to monks is actually not over last time," Wang Sheng dispersed his spiritual thoughts and said with a smile, "Most monks are still foodies, and they have encountered more than a dozen of them at this time."

"Do you want to keep holding the sword?" Chen Qianlin asked in a low voice, "Doesn't monks have those storage items? They are just Qiankun bags, and they can put them in one go."

Wang Sheng nodded and began to talk seriously: "That is a special match for great monks, because it is not so easy to use Taoism to open up a miniature wormhole and enter a relatively stable three-dimensional space, and it requires a lot of energy."

"Really? Can practicing Taoism still have something to do with physics?"

"Of course it's fake. Now that the practice of Taoism has just resumed, the seniors have not yet figured out how to refine storage magic tools. Even if there are a few storage magic tools, most of them are passed down from ancient times and are too rare."

Chen Qianlin rolled her eyes, wanted to complain but didn't know where to start.

Wang Sheng laughed a few times, turned his feet, took out his cell phone and started taking pictures of the street scenes around him.

Although the foodie at home cannot come here, I can take a few more photos and send them to her and greed for her.

Chen Qianlin followed Wang Sheng with a small bag and took a casual walk on this large-scale food street. Sometimes Wang Sheng talked about the fun of practicing in the mountains, and sometimes Chen Qianlin would talk about interesting things he encountered in school.

The two of them were a little far apart, otherwise they would have been mistaken for a couple.

Walking to a section where there are fewer pedestrians and fewer stalls, Wang Sheng looked down at Chen Qianlin's feet, pointed to the drink stall not far away, "Drink something here and rest."

Sitting down on the side of the road, Wang Sheng placed Wen Yuan’s sword flat in front of him, and his spiritual thoughts swept around him, but he did not find any other monks.

Chen Qianlin pointed to Wang Sheng's sword with curiosity and muttered in a low voice: "Can I see your sword?"

"Well, I'll lift the cloth outside it to you... Have you seen it? How about it? Doesn't it look amazing?"

"It's true."

"Can I still be fake!"

The two girls in the seat next door didn't know what they misunderstood, so they lowered their heads to settle the bill, and hurriedly left hand in hand.

Before leaving, there was a girl who couldn't help but cast her to Wang Sheng, with a slight disgust and a slight curious look...

"Your senior sister and uncle are so beautiful," Chen Qianlin adjusted her hair in her ears, bringing the topic to a range that is not easy to misunderstand.

"Well, they have been practicing on the mountain since they were young," Wang Sheng responded with a smile, took out his phone and looked at the emoticons on the screen that the senior sister replied, and couldn't help but smile.

Sure enough, the senior sister was so crazy that she was amused by Wang Sheng.

It's amazing that there is actually a signal in the mountain.

"How long will you stay here this time?" Chen Qianlin asked with a tentative look.

"It's not clear, it depends on when the matter can be solved, it will only take two or three days."

Wang Sheng put down his phone and sighed, "I thought I could practice with peace of mind when I went back last time, but I didn't expect that I was still called over and ran around."

"Is this matter more serious this time? It's like you're not leaving your sword."

After the waiter on the side served the juice, Wang Sheng lowered his voice and said, "Well, there are both good and bad monks. Last time I encountered two evil cultivators, I lost the loss of not bringing weapons, otherwise things would be much easier. Now this city is mixed with fish and dragons, and if I don't bring weapons, my ability to fight the enemy will be reduced by most."

Chen Qianlin frowned and asked, "Are you in a dangerous situation now?"

"Fortunately, I have uncle here, I'm waiting..."

Wang Sheng was talking about his master's childhood sweetheart when he heard a wisp of Taoist Jingyun's voice.

"Faiyu came to help me. There is an evil cultivator in this tea room who wants to harm others. Don't let him escape."

Wang Sheng was shocked and looked up at Chen Qianlin. Without hesitation, he made a decision immediately.

After throwing down two banknotes, Wang Sheng grabbed Wen Yuanjian with his left hand, turned to the table, grabbed Chen Qianlin's arm with his right hand and lifted her up.

"Mr. Master has some problems, come and help!"

"Why!"

Before Chen Qianlin could say anything, Wang Sheng was pulled toward the way he came.

She looked up at his side face and felt the warm breath that wrapped around her body. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it for a while. She could only let the waiter in the beverage store behind chase after him...
Chapter completed!