The fairy father

Li Dazhi sat on the futon and waited drowsily.

This day and night was quite magical.

He has now figured out his situation. ——Because of the illusory theory of luck, he was regarded as a great treasure by this great immortal sect.

Li Dazhi hasn’t figured out other things yet, but he knows one thing:

As long as I get mixed up in this Wan Yun Sect, I will have less resistance and more protection on my spiritual path after peace.

This can be considered an unexpected surprise.

It's just a pity that he and his son managed to make a fortune in this world.

Li Dazhi also heard that Wan Yun Sect tried its best to block the news from the outside world, not wanting other monastic sects to know that Wan Yun Sect had acquired a disciple with top luck. However, there were some disputes internally, and many elders in the sect wanted to accept him. He, an ordinary businessman, is a disciple.

——Great luck has a driving effect. Master and apprentice are great causes and consequences. Accepting Li Dazhi as a disciple can drive your own luck.

After several rounds of debates, the immortals have now reached the final round of "accepting disciples". An old immortal who is said to be very good has just come out of seclusion and has surpassed the current head master and several supreme elders.

Li Dazhi understood that he probably wanted to worship this golden immortal as his teacher.

He was actually quite unhappy, feeling like a pendant being snatched away from him.

As for what Golden Immortal is, Li Dazhi has no clear idea at the moment.

In the past, Li Ping'an was the one who took care of the cultivation matters, so Li Dazhi didn't ask any questions.

While he was thinking wildly, Li Dazhi suddenly heard a gentle greeting from behind him: "Little friend, what's your name?"

Little friend?

He's already half buried in the ground, but he's still a little friend!

Then, Li Dazhi looked up and saw this old immortal with white hair and white beard and a skinny face, and he was immediately convinced.

If he was half-buried in the earth, the old immortal in front of him would look like he had just been lifted out of a coffin that had been sealed for hundreds of years.

"Dazhi, Li Dazhi!"

Li Dazhi forced a tired smile: "What do you call me, old immortal?"

"Hahaha!"

The old man stroked his beard and laughed.

The middle-aged man standing next to him smiled and said:

"Don't be rude! This is the founder of our Wan Yun Sect. The Wan Yun Sect was founded by this immortal! The founder is also one of the only three golden immortals in the sect. He has the Taoist Fruit of Immortality. In the past tens of thousands of years, They are all famous in this land of Dongzhou."

"Hey," the old immortal waved his hand, "I am a member of the Wanyun Sect with the name Kong Ming. You have great luck and great qualifications. I want to accept you as my disciple shamelessly. Are you willing?"

Li Dazhi looked at the leader, who nodded with a smile.

Li Dazhi was about to kowtow.

"Master!"

A suspicious voice came from the side:

"Master, you said back then that you would close the disciples within a hundred years, and many talented people in the sect were gearing up to wait for Master to come out of seclusion.

"Today, my master did not do any screening and directly accepted this ordinary businessman as a disciple. I am afraid that... it will attract criticism from my fellow disciples."

The head of the Wan Yun Sect frowned and said, "The Patriarch Kong Ming has protected our Wan Yun Sect for tens of thousands of years. Does he still need our consent to accept his disciples?"

Taoist Kong Ming smiled with narrowed eyes and didn't say much.

When Li Dazhi heard this, he was sure that the little old man in front of him was the strongest, most powerful, and most senior immortal in the sect. How could he miss such an opportunity?

By rounding this up, won’t my family’s seniority level rise?

At that moment, Li Dazhi ignored the sharp gazes of several old cultivators on the side, stood up and kowtowed directly at Taoist Kong Ming.

"Master, please bow to me, disciple!"

There is also something special about this. 'Disciple' sounds much closer than 'disciple'.

Taoist Kongming nodded slowly and raised his hand to gently touch Li Dazhi's forehead.

Li Dazhi's body was wrapped in a flash of green light, and the turbid aura dissipated on its own. His whole body lost weight twice.

"good."

The old Taoist glanced everywhere. All the immortals bowed their heads in congratulations, but no one dared to say more.

Kongming Taoist said warmly:

"Pindao doesn't have to deal with recruiting disciples this time. From now on, Li Dazhi will be Pindao's closed disciple.

"Master, please take him through the Immortal and Mortal Palaces, enter the Immortal Register of my Wanyun Sect, and then send him to Pindao Cave."

The leader on the side said yes with a smile.

"Master! I have another son..."

Li Dazhi looked up, but the old immortal was gone.

The leader walked up with a smile, helped Li Dazhi up personally, and said congratulations.

There were several old immortals around them who walked away with displeasure on their faces.

"Junior Brother Dazhi."

The leader said warmly:

"I already know about your heir. There are some things I still want to tell you. There are some taboos here."

…

Five days later.

On the front mountain of Wanyun Sect, there is Liuyun Temple.

Li Pingan yawned, stretched his fists and feet in his small courtyard, and moved his legs and feet that were sore from meditating all night.

Deacon Wei Yanzi said it right, the most important thing in the mountains is freedom.

With the grain elixir here, you don’t have to worry about going hungry;

There is a clear channel from the mountain spring in the backyard. If you bring a few buckets into the house, you don't have to worry about being thirsty.

Apart from eating and drinking, there is also practice.

For Li Ping'an, the only bad thing was that the Taoist robe promised by Deacon Wei Yanzi was not delivered to him.

He went to the front yard to look for it, but there was nothing he could wear. He could only hang out a robe to hang out.

At night, he took a ladle of water to take a shower, but he didn't have any replacement underwear. He could only wrap a quilt around his waist and meditate in a vacuum while his underwear dried. This made Li Ping'an feel quite ashamed.

When Li Pingan is walking outside, he often sees some teenagers.

The young people were either posing in the courtyard as if they were practicing some kind of martial arts, or they were meditating on the eaves facing the rising sun, with meticulous expressions.

Li Ping'an doesn't like to talk to others. Most of the time he just watches for a while and then goes back to his small courtyard.

If the influence of his father was not considered, according to his original plan, he only had three years.

If he cannot be favored by the immortals within the inner sect within three years, the only way left is to take the examination from the outer sect.

It’s also quite dynamic.

Every time after taking Wugu Dan, Li Ping'an would miss his father, wondering if his father would be able to eat and clothe himself; he could only console himself that his father's great luck would not cause any trouble.

For five days in a row, Li Pingan meditated in his house.

The exercises and classics he had access to at the moment were this visualization picture and the few hundred words of the formula. He didn’t even know the realm of cultivation after the Qi-training realm, the God-gathering realm, and the Light-condensing realm, so he just started to focus on it. Qi Pei Yuan.

As an adult without the innate vitality brought from the mother's womb, this step is particularly difficult.

In a trance, Li Ping'an vaguely felt the weak spiritual energy flowing in the air, and relied on breathing to absorb the spiritual energy into his chest and abdomen, but the spiritual energy floated out after just wandering around, leaving only an extremely weak trace.

I had always heard before that it would be several times more difficult for adults to practice Taoism without Yuanyang in the beginning.

Only after he truly experienced it did he realize how difficult it was.

What to do?

What else could he do? He was the one who had fun when he went out with his girlfriend in college. He had already enjoyed it, and now he could only bear the consequences.

One word - grind!

At noon, Li Ping'an was sitting shirtless in front of the visualization picture, comprehending the profound meaning of the mantra, feeling the flow of spiritual energy inside and outside the house, and thinking about how to improve the efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy.

Suddenly, Taoist Priest Wei Yanzi shouted outside the door:

"Li Pingan! Where is Li Pingan! Come quickly! The deputy head wants to see you! It's in the front yard, hurry up!"

Li Pingan was refreshed.

Deputy head?

Father came with news again?

He immediately jumped up, put on his robe, put on his cloth boots, and walked out of the courtyard with his hair disheveled.

Taoist priest Wei Yanzi arrived in front of him in one step, grabbed his arm and jumped up, his body like a goshawk and a white crane.

Li Ping'an only felt that the ground was getting farther and closer, and he landed safely in the front yard.

The deputy master mentioned by Taoist Priest Wei Yanzi is a Taoist Priest with childish face and crane hair, wearing a gray and white wide Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, with clouds and mist rising around him, and he has an extraordinary bearing.

Next to the deputy head, the middle-aged man with a big belly wearing a Taoist robe, a Taoist bun, and who could he be if he wasn't his father Li Dazhi?

"dad!"

Li Ping'an immediately rushed forward, wanting to hug but feeling a little embarrassed.

Whether in the world of cultivating immortals or back home, their traditional expressions of father-son emotions are mostly implicit.

Li Dazhi stepped forward and looked at Li Ping'an with bright eyes. He found that Li Ping'an was surrounded by weak aura, and he immediately grinned.

"Don't worry, dad is fine, I just want to wrong you for a while."

Li Dazhi glanced at Wei Yanzi and continued:

"There are rules in the sect. I begged my master for several days, but he refused to agree to accept you directly. After all, becoming a master is similar to becoming a godfather. It is not only about luck but also about fate.

"Don't worry, once dad gets to know the peak masters of each peak, he can choose a few masters for you!"

Wei Yanzi frowned and looked at Li Dazhi with doubts in his eyes, muttering to himself:

‘Why does this fat man have such a loud tone when he looks at the stranger? ’

Li Ping'an said sternly: "Dad, from now on, you can cultivate yours and I will cultivate mine. If no teacher likes me, then I will just lie down and be led by you. Don't worry about me now."

"What the hell are you talking about! Why do you fix yours and I fix mine! Didn't your father and I work hard for most of my life just to save some family property for you? By the way, these are for you, you can use them."

Li Dazhi took out two jasper thumb rings from his sleeves and put one of them directly on Li Ping'an's thumb.

Li Pingan asked in a low voice: "What is this?"

"The storage magic weapon can be opened when you reach the sixth level of Qi training. I have put some pills in it to assist your practice and improve your physique, as well as the life-saving pills refined by your master and my master. These are good things. ah!"

Li Dazhi paused for a moment.

Li Ping'an frowned and said: "Sixth level of Qi training... Dad, have you entered the sixth level of Qi training?"

"Ah, yes."

Li Dazhi blinked:

"It seems that what it is called, what is the first enlightenment, your master gave me guidance.

"The first time I meditated, I sat there for three days. I closed and opened my eyes. I have passed the Qi training stage. Now I seem to be at the third level of concentration?"

Li Ping'an:...

no!

He hasn't started yet!

He hasn’t started yet!

"It's a bit fast," Li Dazhi chuckled twice.

Li Ping'an could only clench his fists and look up to the sky and sigh: "Okay, I'll work harder!"

"Don't stress, you'll be fine."

Li Dazhi's voice suddenly rose a bit: "What? Who is the master you ask dad to worship?"

Li Pingan frowned and pursed his lips.

Li Dazhi smiled and said: "Remember, Ping An, your master's Taoist name is Kongming Taoist."

Wei Yanzi on the side almost became unsteady on his feet.

Kong Ming Taoist?

Isn't that the founding master, the founder of the sect, the first of only three Golden Immortal Taoists in the sect?

This, this, this, this!

The deputy head stroked his beard and said with a smile:

“Junior Brother Dazhi, it’s time to go back.

"Master is still waiting to give you a sermon. After this sermon, Master will continue to retreat.

"Master Ping'an's nephew will have his own fate. Later, if there is an immortal in the sect who wants to accept a disciple, I will naturally say a few words for him."

"Okay, thank you, senior brother!"

Li Dazhi sighed and grabbed Li Ping'an's arm, with a bit of reluctance in his eyes.

"Ping An, it may take me a few months and a half to practice this time. You should be good here and don't fight with others."

"Don't worry, dad," Li Ping'an said with a smile, "cultivating Taoism is also a very interesting thing, and I'm already interested."

"That's fine. You must be better than dad in everything anyway. Let's go!"

Li Dazhi suddenly stepped forward, patted Li Pingan's shoulder hard, and then walked back to the deputy head three times with one step.

The white clouds slowly rose under the deputy head's feet, carrying Li Dazhi to the back mountain.

Li Pingan watched his father disappear at the edge of the thick fog.

My father is fine, I feel at ease!

From now on, he can concentrate on studying spiritual matters without any worries!

Um?

Li Ping'an turned to look at Taoist Priest Wei Yanzi next to him. Seeing that the Taoist Priest's eyes were stunned, he asked cautiously:

"Deacon, what's wrong with you?"

"Pindao, it's okay, it's okay, um, I'm okay, cough!"

Wei Yanzi looked up and suddenly smiled.

The folds gathering on his long face reminded Li Ping'an of the daisy outside his courtyard.

“My little friend Ping An, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, if you have any questions about Taoism in the future, feel free to ask. I can still give you some pointers on the previous realms.

"How about we move to the front yard? It will be convenient for me to protect you, little friend.

"What, let's have a drink first! Come on, come on, I have a lot of treasures hidden in this house!"

Li Ping'an:...

Yes, he has worked hard for so long and now he is living under the shadow of a non-famous township entrepreneur.

I'm used to it.