"One copper plate, two copper plates..."

"Ahhhhh!" The little Taoist priest shook his head in pain: "Why are there only 32 copper plates left? There is still one month left before the next collection. It's only mid-month now, what should I do in the next time! Could it be that I really have to sell the classics inherited by the sect?"

"But are those things all Taoist scriptures? Which Taoist vein does not have it! Except for the original scriptures with a century-old history in our temple, which are still valuable, the rest have been used for more than ten years, and it is not necessarily someone to give it to someone. But before the old man died, he asked me to make a poisonous oath that he would never sell those original scriptures, saying that even if this Taoist temple was sold, he could not sell those broken books. But he didn't think about it. Without this Taoist temple, where could I take the books?" The little Taoist priest walked to the mourning hall behind the Taoist temple and looked at the dense tablets: "Besides, without this Taoist temple, where are the tablets of ancestors of all dynasties placed?"

As he said that, the little Taoist priest looked at the bright sky outside, picked up the cleaning tools, and began to carefully clean up the dust around the tablets. But just as he cleared the tablets of Taoist priest, a ray of light rose up. The little Taoist priest blinked and frowned and said, "Is it because the porridge has been too thin these days? Am I so hungry that I am dazzled?"

Shaking his head, the little Taoist continued to clean the mourning hall. After everything was cleaned up, he simply drank some water, took a sip of the steamed bun, filled his stomach, and then returned to the bedroom to lie down.

As soon as his eyes closed, a ray of light rose, the little Taoist priest fell into a drowsiness in an instant.

"Where am I?" The little Taoist turned his head and looked around, and saw auspicious lights gathering around him. Lotus bloomed above the auspicious clouds. In front of him was a Taoist wearing a lotus crown and a longevity robe, and could not see clearly.

"You are the successor of the 76th generation of my Zhenwu lineage." He was clearly expressing his affirmation by the other party. When the Taoist priest heard this, he nodded instinctively, and then he said curiously: "Who is Gao Gong and where is this place?"

"There is a tripod but no tripod, and there is a tripod or a tool. People in the world do not recognize it, so they are drunk. How can gold and silver match the tripod?"

"Yellow and white match." The orphan was born and forced to learn various Taoist scriptures since childhood to answer the instinctive answer.

"The way to help the poor is to enlighten gold and silver. The nine-turn elixir is completed, and the gods admire it. When the foundation was first built, how much lead is used?"

"Lead for four nine."

"What is the first disease of cultivation?"

"The Tao has innate and acquired nature, and the innate one is a real lead. It is obsessed with true lead and obsessed with nature. This is the first disease of practice."

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The two of them answered questions and answers for a long time. The little Taoist priest became more and more excited as he spoke, and at the same time he vaguely explored some of the wonders of practice.

"Let's stop here today, come again tomorrow!" The Taoist sitting on the lotus seat waved his hand and the whisk in his hand. The little Taoist woke up in a daze. The sun looked out the window, and the sun set, but he slept for an afternoon.

"Strange, why am I not hungry?" The little Taoist stood up, without the dizziness caused by usual hunger, but instead felt his limbs full of strength. Yuan Qing, who was hiding in the dark, sighed slightly and shook his head secretly.

‘The twelve people in this world are not very different from those in the main world, but there is no influence of the power of the spiritual world in the world, so there is naturally no so-called spiritual charm. This also means that the individual practice in this world can only rely on their own digestion of the grain essence. Therefore, all methods of practice in the main world cannot be used. Similarly, part of the content of the main world martial arts will not be used as the inheritance of this world after losing the silent nourishment of the external spiritual charm and moistening things. If you force yourself to practice, you can only practice the five labors and seven injuries.’

‘On the contrary, the various methods of practice left by Taoist Songxi, as local nurturing techniques, are very consistent with the meridians of the heaven and earth in this place, especially the supra supra health practice he founded in his later years. It has the breath of Qingwei Palace. Combined with my magic power, it is a very suitable method for washing meridians for people in this place. The only problem with this method is that consumption is not proportional to the results obtained...’

Yuan Qingwei felt that it was not worth it when he felt half of his mana consumed in one afternoon and the changes of the little Taoist priest in front of him. The most important thing is that this world itself has no erosion of the power of the spiritual world, which also means that Yuan Qingwei could not replenish the lack of mana by himself. He must now establish his faith quickly to facilitate his own actions.

In the following time, while exploring the underworld, Yuan Qingwei continued to guide the little Taoist priests to practice with the method of entering a dream. At the same time, he also wandered around the Taoist temple, extracting the appropriate substances from the plants and trees, and then refining them with magic power, and then supplementing the little Taoist priests' practice.

So the little Taoist priest has only a few days and months of hard work to achieve pretty good internal strength.

On this day, Yuan Qingwei gave lectures to the little Taoist priest as usual, but after he finished speaking, he did not send him away. Instead, he asked, "I see that you are absent-minded in listening to the lecture today, and it seems that you have something to say?"

The little Taoist priest who never thought there would be such a change was stunned. Recalling his recent changes and the vision in the mourning hall that day, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Dare you ask the real person, are you a ancestor of my Zhenwu lineage?"

"I am not your ancestor of Zhenwu!" Yuan Qing shook his head slightly and explained, "However, my Zhenwu lineage and I have some connections. I can be regarded as a friend of the Songxi Taoist, the ancestor of Zhenwu lineage. In the past, your Zhenwu lineage was in turmoil, and the Songxi Taoist was worried that the inheritance would be cut off. Before entering the destruction, please ask me to preserve the classics of your Zhenwu lineage. Later, I was lucky enough to ascend to Taiyi Xiantian, which is also expected to live. Some time ago, I found that your inheritance was in danger of being cut off. I hereby lower my spiritual consciousness, complete your classics, and guide you to practice and enter the Tao."

When the little Taoist priest heard this, he immediately prostrated himself and bowed to his knees.

To be honest, although the little Taoist lineage is called the Zhenwu legacy that inherits the Songxi lineage, there are actually some areas that need to be debated. The Songxi Taoist lineage cut off its inheritance during the civil strife of Zhenwu, but as a great Taoist lineage, it naturally has a mechanism to prevent the inheritance from being cut off.

The little Taoist lineage is the result of the operation of that mechanism.

It’s a pity that when people leave, the tea is cold, no matter how good the idea is, it is not as good as the people’s hearts. Although the little Taoist priests have obtained the orthodox name in law, they have inherited the corresponding spiritual positions, and even the inheritance of the Dharma lineage has fallen into their hands. However, there are not many inheritances about martial arts and some secret Taoist scriptures. They are basically replica products, and most of the few originals are left over by others.

Therefore, at this time, Yuan Qingwei's recognition of him can actually be regarded as a recognition of them.

Looking at the little Taoist priest crying below, Yuan Qing sighed slightly and instructed him to carefully read the original books of the ancestral traditions.

Since I was picking up the remaining things, the original texts in the hands of the little Taoist priest naturally could not be the original texts of the Zhenwu lineage.

The so-called original text should be the source of a culture, that is, the original and most primitive classics of an idea, concept, school, need to be unmodified, interpreted or interpreted, and each book has extraordinary significance.

But unfortunately, the original text passed down from the little Taoist priest is the Zhenwu original text re-copied by the Taoist Taoist in Songxi in the past, which more or less contains the understanding of the Taoist Taoist in Songxi.

Songxi Taoist is very knowledgeable, and his spirit is influenced by the Qingwei Palace, and some of his understandings are also left between the lines. All those who interpret these original texts will be more or less affected by corresponding thinking.

This influence is very subtle. Only those old Taoists with excellent channels and extremely keen spirits can feel it. It is this magic that has forced the little Taoist master to make a vow not to sell it out.
Chapter completed!