The Path to Immortality

"I would like to worship the Master as my teacher!"

"I am devoted to the Tao and am willing to follow the Master!"

"I have been wandering for half my life and have never met a Master. Today I am lucky enough to meet you. Please have mercy on me, Master!"

Seeing a group of monastic cultivators vying to become disciples, Master Linghuan nodded slightly, but after taking a quick look, he didn't show any expression.

Until he glanced at Fang Ping, he suddenly stopped on Fang Ping, stretched out his hand and pointed: "Junior, please come forward."

I?

Fang Ping was stunned when he saw all the casual cultivators looking at him, their eyes full of envy and jealousy, wishing they could take their place, so he immediately walked up hesitantly.

Master Linghuan looked at him and seemed quite satisfied.

He opened his mouth and said, "I have some impressions of you. Ever since you taught the Dharma, you have never failed every time you lectured. You are also very respectful to me. It can be seen that you are a person who respects teachers and respects the Tao. Although your qualifications are slightly inferior, your heart towards the Tao is firm. You may not be able to achieve great things in the future, you should have a master-disciple relationship with me... If I remember correctly, your name is Guangjin Taoist, right?"

Faced with Master Linghuan's seemingly casual but in fact unquestionable tone, Fang Ping shook his head: "Reporting to senior, this junior is not called Guangjin."

A look of displeasure suddenly appeared on Ling Huan's face: "I clearly heard someone else calling you Guangjin before. Is it possible that I still heard it wrong?"

"But this junior is indeed not called Guangjin!"

Fang Ping hesitated for a moment and denied it again.

Seeing this, the casual cultivators nearby regained hope, and someone immediately jumped out: "So that the seniors know that this person is Taoist Guangjin. We all know him, and there is absolutely no mistake!"

Other monks also spoke out one after another, either persuading, glaring, or scolding. For a moment, it seemed to be a bit unflattering.

"Taoist Guangjin, how dare you deceive Senior Linghuan?"

"You can even lie about your name. Senior, this person has a bad character and cannot be trusted. He cannot be accepted as a disciple!"

"Guang Jin, why don't you quickly apologize to Master Linghuan!"

"What a rare opportunity it is to be accepted as a disciple by a senior? Taoist Guangjin, you must not make mistakes, lest you miss such a good opportunity!"

Facing the words of all the monks present, Master Linghuan said with a bit of anger in his eyes: "Master Guangjin, can you hear me clearly? All the monks in the mountain recognize you, but they still say that you are not Guangjin? If you admit your mistake now and sincerely repent, I can forgive you once and still include you on the entry wall. Otherwise, don’t blame me for choosing someone else!”

Seeing that Master Linghuan was still willing to give Fang Ping a chance, the nearby casual cultivators became even more jealous and started to attack him again.

"How virtuous and capable are you, how could you be treated differently by the Master? You still don't cherish it, you are really committing a crime!"

"Why don't you kneel down and apologize?"

"The Master has given you opportunities again and again, so you must not make the same mistake again and again!"

"Junior Guangjin, even senior Linghuan dares to disrespect me. I'd better not let me bump into you in the future, otherwise I'll give you a good look sooner or later!"

Or scold, or persuade, or threaten.

Fang Ping looked around, as if he was surrounded by enemies.

That feeling is very unpleasant.

Anyone with a slightly weaker character may have to give in.

Or, even if you don't admit it in your heart, you can at least pretend to admit it with your mouth, and settle this rare master-disciple relationship first.

Looking at Master Linghuan who was staring at him closely in the seat, and then looking at the hundreds of casual cultivators around him, Fang Ping felt shaken for a moment.

There is a voice persuading him, isn't it just a name?

Even if you admit that your name is Guangjin for the time being, what can you do?

If you miss this opportunity, you will have no choice but to continue your previous career as a casual cultivator, or even be ridiculed by monks all over the mountain, and your life will only become more miserable.

And just when this idea emerged, a large number of difficult life scenes of casual cultivators appeared in his mind out of thin air.

It takes a lot of effort to obtain the skills, but it is difficult to decipher the secrets. Every tiny bit of improvement requires a lot of time and trial and error.

Lack of cultivation resources, no spiritual stones or elixirs, he can only rely on the meager spiritual energy of heaven and earth to practice. Even if you practice hard for ten days, it won't be worth a single elixir.

There is no safe training environment, and there are no magic weapons or Taoist techniques to protect you. When you occasionally go out, you have to guard against attacks by monsters and cultivators.

………

All kinds of dangers and hardships are constantly impacting Fang Ping's mind, trying to make him weak and shaken, even if it is just a slight step back!

"I……"

Under pressure from both inside and outside, Fang Ping slowly spoke.

However, Taiwei's ten years of hard training and the firm Taoist heart and soul he forged while practicing the soul-suppressing seal allowed him to retain the last trace of clarity and vigilance even if he was trapped in an illusion without knowing it.

Facing many monks, his eyes changed from confusion to determination, and finally he no longer had any doubts.

He said in a very solemn tone: "This junior is not Guangjin!"

Although he couldn't remember his real name, Fang Ping was sure that he was not Guang Jin, and he couldn't recognize the name!

Otherwise, there will be a danger of catastrophe!

"Stubborn!"

Master Linghuan, who still had a glimmer of hope, was furious. With a wave of his magic power, he knocked Fang Ping flying backwards. His blood boiled and he was seriously injured.

It takes at least half a month of rest to recover.

Immediately, Master Linghuan shouted: "I have given you opportunities again and again, but you still don't know what to do and tease me. Although I am kind-hearted, I have to give you a small punishment. It seems that the fate of master and disciple has nothing to do with you! "

After saying that, Master Linghuan glanced at the many casual cultivators, hesitated for a moment, and looked at Qin Bang, who was also a Changyu Shuangyi and had dragged Fang Ping all the way here!

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Qin Bang: "Junior, who are you? Are you willing to be my disciple?"

As if he did not expect that the opportunity would actually fall on him, Qin Bang was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed: "Senior Linghuan, my disciple's name is Qin Bang. If the master does not give up, I would like to worship him as my master! From now on, I will follow my master." , go through fire and water without hesitation!”

After saying that, he immediately kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, making a great salute!

This impatient attitude made Master Linghuan laugh with satisfaction: "Okay, okay, from today on, you are my disciple. In the future, if I can build the foundation, I will help you and give you a The creation of foundation!"

"Thank you Master!"

Qin Bang was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

The casual cultivators around him couldn't help but gathered around him, congratulating, fawning, or flattering.

For a time, the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Qin Bang, who was surrounded by everyone, felt as proud as a star holding the moon. This was a completely different contrast to Fang Ping, who was abandoned by the scattered cultivators in the mountains.

"Okay, my disciple, it's time to leave with me!"

Master Linghuan looked at it with a smile for a moment, letting Qin Bang steal the show, and then threw out the flying magic weapon. The magic power swept Qin Bang up and flew into the Qingming in the blink of an eye.

Only the injured Fang Ping was left lying on the cold rocks, no one cared about him.

Time suddenly started to speed up.

It seemed like years passed in an instant.

During this period, Master Linghuan, who was preparing to build the foundation, did not come to teach the Dharma again.

And because Fang Ping gave up an excellent opportunity, he became the laughing stock of the cultivators on Changyu Mountain. He was alone, and no one wanted to associate with him.

finally.

On this day, news came that Master Linghuan had succeeded in building the foundation!

Qin Bang, who became Master Linghuan's disciple, had a completely different identity.

Over the past few years, not only has his cultivation greatly increased, he has broken through to the middle stage of Qi training, and he has also received several magic weapons given by the Master. At first glance, he already has the demeanor of a disciple of a major sect.