Long Jiale

Cheng Yanding was shocked by his words on the spot.

What do you mean by "You have spiritual roots, do you want to join my sect?", this tone sounds like the beginning of various fantasy martial arts novels, "Young man, you have strange bones, why don't you come and learn with me... ..."

Cheng Yanding added the next sentence in his heart: Why don't you come and learn how to cook with me!

Hahaha, this is the real way to open up the real world.

These days, how can there be any teachers?It is said that it is not easy to become a monk. To become a monk, one must graduate with a doctorate degree. How can an ordinary college student with a major in computer science like him have any spiritual roots?

This priest must have read too many fantasy novels.

What a joke, what a sense of humor!

"Daoist, are you kidding? Are you that Taoist priest on Qingbi Mountain? The one who sells sachets? Or is it Taoist? You are here to travel and play cosplay. This wig is really realistic." Cheng Yanding went up He looked up and down at the young Taoist priest dressed in blue and white robes. His hair was neatly combed in a classic crown. His black hair hung down his waist and his hair was black and shiny. It didn't look like a wig at all. The big bald head forms a stark contrast.

One has long hair fluttering and the other has a bald head that is as bright as a light bulb. The two of them stand together, just like a Taoist priest meeting a monk. A Taoist priest persuades a bald head to join his sect?

Cheng Yanding imagined in his heart that the young and mischievous Taoist leader must have seen him bald and wanted to play a harmless joke with him.

Dao Ling heard him ask a lot of questions, and his slanted eyebrows frowned slightly. The other party had too many questions, and he never liked to explain too much to others. Except for the matter of eating, he would make an exception and talk to Ji Xiang more. The twittering sparrow spirit wasted a lot of talking, emphasizing again and again "don't add coriander" and "add more green onions"...

For the sake of the other party's hope of becoming his fellow disciple, Dao Ling answered a question, "I sold the sachet."

"Oh..." Cheng Yanding nodded, and understood the other party's identity. It seemed that the other party was really the Taoist leader who sold sachets on Qingbi Mountain.

Although this Xiaodao leader is very good-looking, Naihe's words are not very serious, and he likes to joke.

Tease him deliberately as soon as we meet.

Cheng Yanding once again sized Dao Ling up a few times, seeing the serious and unsmiling appearance of the other party, couldn't help but blurted out: "Master Dao, you are very suitable for cross talk!"

Speaking of cross talk is to be able to keep a straight face, talk nonsense in a serious manner, and make others laugh, but not yourself.

Dao Ling was not interested in responding to his irrelevant words, and asked again: "You have spiritual roots, do you want to consider joining my sect?"

Hearing his question again, Cheng Yanding couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth, pointing to his bald forehead, "Taoist priest, you mean, I'm suitable to be a Taoist priest?"

When Cheng Yanding shaved his head for the first time in the barber shop, Cheng Yanding looked at himself in the mirror, and once laughed at himself, whether he would be spotted by the master of the temple if he went out like this, saying that he "has a root of wisdom, so why not escape into it from now on?" The empty door is always accompanied by the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns..."

As a result, the eminent monk and master did not meet, but met a Taoist priest who said he "has a spiritual root". I don't know what this spiritual root is?Is it the same thing as Huigen?

Dao Ling replied briefly: "You have spiritual roots, so you can practice."

Cheng Yanding: "..."

Cheng Yanding was trying to figure out the meaning of this concise and long speech.

As a person who has read a lot of fantasy novels, he is no stranger to words such as cultivation and spiritual roots. The leftover male protagonist in the cultivation novels was just an ordinary little boy in an ordinary village at first, and then The village was destroyed, so I went to worship the master, test the spiritual root, and go through tempering, climbing up 99 steps and so on, and finally was led back by the masters from all the mountains, starting a magnificent... "Millennium" Picking up spirit grass by the side of the road, and smashing the treasure of ten thousand years in the face" is the path of practice against the sky.

Seeing a group of melon-eating readers envious, Cheng Yanding also had a dream, dreaming that he met an old grandfather, the grandfather praised him for his clear bones, his body with five elements of spiritual roots, and his cultivation of the five elements of mind... Finally, he became a god in one fell swoop!

Overturning mountains and seas, overturning clouds and rain, all in one thought of his!

What a big bull this is.

But this can only be encountered in fantasy novels, life is not a novel.Cheng Yanding finally understood why the hero of the novel didn't believe it when the adventure just happened, and the readers were still worried about this idiot, but when this adventure happened to him, Cheng Yanding didn't believe it either!

Cheng Yanding: I am a non-characteristic code farmer who has failed college courses, has poor memory, made mistakes at work, failed to handle interpersonal relationships, and was expelled. How could I have a spiritual root?

It's almost the same with "lazy roots".

Forget about spirit roots.

……

Although Cheng Yanding desperately belittled and warned himself not to believe such bizarre things, he still undeniably hoped that such things would come true. Those who have been brainwashed by fantasy novels, who would not want to be able to practice longevity and pursue the Tao?

Therefore, Cheng Yanding restrained the hope in his heart, his heart beat faster, his voice could not restrain his trembling, and asked from the side: "Taoist? What is the practice you are talking about? Or, joining your division, what is the daily routine? How about it?"

Is it practicing magical skills, refining medicinal materials, refining alchemy and drawing arrays... and so on?

"Daily routine? Does it mean what to do every day? Practice is of course practice, meditate diligently every day, and read scriptures."

Do you meditate diligently?Reading scriptures?

Cheng Yanding: "..."

Daoist, we don't have an appointment.

Cheng Yanding sighed in disappointment in his heart, as expected, this is the real real world, in line with the reality of "animals cannot become spirits after the founding of the People's Republic of China".

There is not a little bit of fantasy and bizarre color.

The spiritual root mentioned by the Taoist priest probably refers to him, Cheng Yanding, who has the talent to meditate on the futon for a day and recite scriptures.

But he is not interested in meditating, nor does he want to recite scriptures.

"Do priests still need to recite scriptures?"

Dao Ling nodded, "I have my own school scriptures."

Cheng Yanding: "..." The life of your Taoist priests is really boring.

Dao Ling asked again: "Are you willing to join my division?"

Cheng Yanding shook his head, thinking that an ordinary person in modern society, no one wants to join your school, right? For young people in their twenties, don’t movies, dramas, milk tea, fried chicken, online games like online games?I choose to meditate and chant scriptures every day because of my brain disease.

If he is fifty or sixty this year, he might agree.

Seeing him shaking his head, Dao Ling wasn't very disappointed, because over the years, there were too many people who rejected him, and he was already used to it.

Taoism talks about fate, and he can't force others to enter.

Dao Ling nodded at this, and was planning to leave, to find the purple butterfly in the forest, and ask the noisy butterfly to have dinner together.

"Hey, Taoist priest, did you just leave?" Cheng Yanding saw that the handsome Taoist priest in front of him was acting strangely, and asked him straight to the point if he would like to join the sect, and after shaking his head, he left without any entanglement. This is too...

Cheng Yanding couldn't tell what it was like.

However, he would also like to thank others for the sleep aid sachet.

Although the Taoist priest practiced meditation every day and recited scriptures, he did not have any magic spells, but the sleep aid sachet was indeed useful. His sleep quality was much better recently, and he even had less nightmares like bungee jumping.

"Daoist, Daoist, don't go away, we can't be in the same family, but we can still be friends. I want to thank you for the sleep aid sachet, it's really useful! Your village is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" Cheng Yanding chased after him Dao Ling who was about to go down the mountain at a fast pace.

Dao Ling stopped, looked back at him, and thought: Crouching Tiger is not, but Hidden Dragon is real.

"You're half right."

Cheng Yanding was stunned: "Huh?"

This Taoist priest really can't tell, Mingming is young, but he talks like an old magic stick, asking someone to guess riddles?

"Daoist, I really don't understand what you are talking about? Can you make it clearer, don't always be like guessing riddles?"

"Could it be that people from your Taoist sect speak so metaphysically?" Cheng Yanding looked at the other party's clothes up and down while talking. He felt that the Taoist priest in front of him was really bluffing.

Look at this waist, there is still a wooden sword hanging.

This wooden sword is probably just a flower stand, for good-looking decoration. It is estimated that the Taoist master can't dance swords, but the workmanship of this sword is really good, it's not like a handicraft that tricks children in ordinary scenic spots.

Cheng Yanding asked a few questions, but Dao Ling didn't pay him much attention, probably because he was not interested in his question and found it boring to answer, Cheng Yanding followed behind him, and couldn't help but find something to talk about, "Master Dao , you still have a wooden sword with you, do you know how to use swordsmanship? Do you teach wooden swords for beginners? The workmanship of this wooden sword is really good..."

Dao Ling: "..."

Dao Ling has already started to regret at this time, he regrets that he took the initiative to provoke this man with spiritual roots in front of him, even if he is eager to fulfill his master's last wish, he can't be hungry and hungry when he sees a man with spiritual roots, without investigating.

It's all because there were too many people who rejected Dao Ling before, so he had to start lowering his requirements, so much so that he couldn't control his mouth when he saw someone with spiritual roots.

People who have a lot of problems with this kind of noisy nonsense, don't!

Fortunately, the other party shook his head just now.

After thinking about it, Dao Ling's mood improved a little. It's a pity to miss a person with spiritual roots, but I'm also glad that he didn't go hungry and recruit such a noisy man into the teacher's school. A noisy butterfly around him is enough .

So, Dao Ling, who was in a better mood, was now willing to talk to Cheng Yanding, and replied sincerely: "Yes."

Cheng Yanding: "????"

What does it mean?Do you mean swordsmanship?What kind of swordsmanship is it, is it the kind that the old men in the park dance in their hands?

"Is it the sword technique of flying flowers and picking leaves?"

"Flying flowers and picking leaves?" Dao Ling didn't quite understand what the other party meant, but he picked up the wooden sword in his hand and threw it upwards lightly. Falling down, a string of bamboo leaves hung on the wooden sword like a string of kelp.

Cheng Yanding: "!!!!!!!!!"

"Master Daoist, accept me as your apprentice!!!!!!! I promise to read scriptures and meditate every day, and I will never be lazy!!!"