I don't know why, but when I saw this old man, I suddenly felt a pity in my heart. I thought that as the leader, he should look aloof, but I didn't expect that the old man was so worried and haggard.
"Disciple Lu Li, I would like to pay my respects to the master." I made a hand gesture with the seal in my hand, and as a junior, I bowed and said.
"You don't need to be polite, kid." The other party said, flicking the dust and making me raise my head to speak. When our eyes met, the old man's eyes suddenly flashed, and then he showed a rather warm smile: "You are Jiu
Apprentice of age?"
"Yes." I nodded and said.
"Who is your master?" After thinking about it, he added.
Hearing this, I felt a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, I replied: "In terms of Taoism, most of my disciples' skills were taught by Mr. Chen Daoling. In terms of mantle, they were inherited by Jin Daoqing of the Northern School."
Master’s property.”
After saying this, I glanced at the old man secretly. Hearing this, the old man nodded, then turned around, pointed at the pictures hanging on the walls around him, and said to me: "Do you recognize the picture on this picture?"
How many ancestors are there?"
"I only know one or two of them." I said, laughed naively, and then pointed at a statue of a bearded god and said softly: "This one should be the founder of Tianshi Dao, Tianshi Zhang."
"What else?" He nodded and asked me with a smile.
"And that one, the one standing by the alchemy furnace, should be Ge Hong, the Baopuzi." After thinking about it, I added.
"What about this one?" He was slightly surprised by my performance. He pointed at the portrait of an old man looking at the sky with his hands behind his back, smiling broadly.
"I'm not sure about this, but judging from the clothes and appearance, it should be... Tao Hongjing, the master of Maoshan. The bowl he is holding in his hand is a Buddhist alms bowl, and there is also a Buddhist bowl on his neck.
Rosary beads." After a slight hesitation, I said.
"Well, you are right." After the other party finished speaking, he waved his hand towards Lei Zhengui. Lei Zhengui saw him, nodded and turned around to go out.
The indoor door was closed and it was very closed. At that time, I felt like I was being held in a big bowl. I looked up and saw an old man walking up to an incense table, lighting three pillars of sandalwood and saying to me
: "Do you know what kind of people the statues of gods hanging in this house are? In other words, do you know why these people are hung in the house?"
"They should be some heroic figures. It seems that these people have become immortals." After thinking about it, I said with a smile.
"Yes, the twenty-six portraits hanging in this room are of the seniors who have attained Taoism since the founding of Tianshi Tao. The people here have different levels of cultivation, but in terms of ability, they are all the same.
Good luck, I'm here to find you this time. Actually, I want to ask you something. Take a closer look at the portraits on the wall. Are there any that you are particularly familiar with?"
The other party said, waving his hand for me to take a closer look. Hearing this, I was stunned, but the head master did not dare to neglect when he spoke. I hurried forward to look at each one, and found that most of the scrolls here were
, they all have names on them. Everyone’s shape and background are different, but they seem to give people an illusion of uniformity. When I was checking the unimpressive names one by one, suddenly, a portrait of a Taoist priest appeared.
appeared in front of me.
In this scroll, there is an old man, half lying and half lying, leaning against an old pine tree, holding a bamboo pole in one hand and holding a gourd in the other. He has white hair and a white beard, and his face is red as if he has drunk too much.
When I saw this scroll, I was stunned. I have to say that the person in this scroll was only 70% similar to the real person. However, the outfit made me recognize him at a glance. He was not someone else.
It is the ancestor of the Jin family who taught me the Burning Heaven Technique and saved my life!
Thinking in my mind, I couldn't help but widen my eyes and follow the scroll to the upper right corner. At that place, Gonggong neatly wrote seven words: "Jiuchuzhenren, gold generates fire."
"This is your master." Headmaster Deng walked over with his hands behind his back and said with a smile.
"How do you know?" I asked, slightly startled.
"What's so strange about this? The aura on your body is fire, and there are seven pillars of flames faintly behind your back. Although you can't see it clearly with your ghost eyes, you can still see it with my method.
The air flow is surging. According to the literature records in the door, there are no more than ten kinds of spells that can cause cultivators to have this situation. Among the fire spells, there is only the "Burning Heaven Technique". In addition, you
Master, Grandmaster, and both are members of the Jin family. If you think about it with your feet, you will know where you learned this method."
The old man said, chuckled, and then turned to me and said: "Do you want to ask me, "Burning Heaven Jue" has been passed down from generation to generation in the Jin family, why didn't Jin Jiuling teach it to you? In fact, the reason is very simple.
The child Jiuling is naturally very talented. However, in his generation, the Jin family has weak spiritual roots and the state of the triple flame has reached its extreme. When I saw him ten years ago, he had three pillars shoulder-to-shoulder.
Twenty years ago, when I met him, he was in the same state. This shows that the triple flame has reached his ultimate level. Since ancient times, there are countless people who are better than others, but there is something special about Taoism.
It is really difficult for him to tell you truths that he himself cannot understand."
The other party said, shook his head and sighed.
Actually, I don't quite agree with this, because my skills are indeed not passed down from hand to mouth. The first half of it was mostly learned from the half-volume of incomplete books that the old man gave me. The second half is from what Jin Jiuye left.
The ancestral inscriptions below.
Strictly speaking, most of the skills I am learning now are based on my own understanding of the inscriptions. The reason why I have to admit that the ancestor of the Jin family is the teacher who taught me the "Burning Heaven Technique" is mainly in two aspects.
First of all, the other party and I do have the status of master and disciple, and the upper and lower volumes of "The Art of Burning Heaven" are indeed in my hands only under the other party's instruction.
Secondly, the ability to practice so smoothly is inseparable from the two pills the other party left me. To this day, I still think that a child without foundation can produce spiritual energy, and you can use the two pills to build the foundation.
The pills are inseparable from the relationship.
Thinking of this, I smiled bitterly, sorted out my thoughts, and turned to ask the leader: "Senior, you didn't come to me just to talk about these things, right?"
"Of course not." The other party said, as if he remembered something very important. He stood there for a long time and asked me: "Actually, I have always wanted to ask you, what do you think about the incident at Yanbei Chongxiao Tower?