I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 512 Finding You a Sect? Old Tales of the Xuanmen

"So this was your purpose in bringing them in from the beginning?"

The young man's question was still sharp, but this time Shen Xuanxuan didn't get angry; instead, he sighed.

"I did a rough survey of the scene at the time and misjudged the strength of the evil spirits here. I originally invited them in just to show off my power in front of people, like some great power."

At this point, a hint of envy appeared on Shen Xuanxuan's face.

Before coming to Britain, Su Fan's name was already widely known.

This young cultivator, whose lineage is unknown, rose to prominence in North America and, after slaying monsters in Britain, became a globally renowned cultivator.

According to his estimation, the other party was very likely to have already entered the Golden Core Realm and was a genuine Golden Core cultivator.

Although he looked to be in his early twenties, who knew if he was an old monster who had been cultivating in the deep mountains for a long time?

Shen Xuanxuan was unable to continue thinking about Su Fan Zhenren because he discovered a new clue while looking down in the corridor.

"A feng shui master was consulted when this building was designed."

"Western architects emphasize design and sometimes build staircases in the center of a house, running through the entire building. However, in Feng Shui, such staircases are called 'piercing heart evil'."

As Shen Xuanxuan spoke, he looked at the steps they had already climbed.

"Each section of the staircase has an odd number of steps. In the Eight Trigrams of the I Ching, odd numbers of steps symbolize vigorous upward growth. In addition, the slope of the stairs is gentle, each step is flat and wide, and the risers are relatively low..."

"The handrails are also made of cedar wood, but the originally straight and smooth cedar wood has been deliberately twisted."

At this point, Shen Xuanxuan suddenly thought of something.

"Driving a live stake! Those damned old fogies, they've crossed oceans and are still causing trouble for future generations!"

He cursed as he prepared to restore the drastically altered stair railing to its original state.

Turning his head, he saw the young man writing and drawing on the clean, white wall with a black marker.

Shen Xuanxuan was about to stop him, but before he could take two steps forward, he recognized exactly what the other person was describing.

"You know about talismans too?"

He still didn't look at the young man's face, but caught a glimpse of his black hair out of the corner of his eye.

"My husband is very interested in these things. He's in the antique business and has collected quite a few books. He flips through them in his spare time and occasionally makes some discoveries."

Upon hearing the young man's words, Shen Xuanxuan's eyelids drooped.

You think you can just flip through it and find something? This kid is really bragging without thinking.

Without a master to guide you through the door, an ordinary person could spend a lifetime trying to understand it and still not get to the bottom of it. Those who rely on their cleverness to practice haphazardly are even more likely to suffer from qi deviation and become paralyzed.

For example, the fact that the other party uses a marker to draw symbols is enough to prove that he is a complete novice.

Normal talismans, even if they don't use cinnabar, should at least use some red pigment.

If you don't wash your hands and mind, and don't burn incense, it would be a miracle if the talisman you draw were to work.

However, the design of this talisman was exactly the same, very neat, and even had a certain charm.

With the guidance of a good teacher, one may achieve something in the future.

"I see that your talisman drawing is quite professional. I'm just giving you a friendly reminder: don't practice recklessly. If something goes wrong, it could cost you your life."

After hesitating for a moment, Shen Xuanxuan spoke.

"If you want to cultivate, you can go to Hong Kong. I will ask an acquaintance to take you there to find a good master."

"I thought you were going to have me become your disciple." The young man finished his "scribbles," put away his marker, and said to Shen Xuanxuan, his words carrying a hint of teasing.

"You wish... Well, that's not quite how it works..."

The arrogance that had just appeared on Shen Xuanxuan's face vanished, replaced by a trace of sorrow and sadness.

"What? Your sect has been wiped out?"

"Get out of here! You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth."

Shen Xuanxuan reprimanded the young man in this way, and then sighed deeply.

"Although my sect has many talented people, most of them are not recognized by fellow Daoists in the mainland. They won't even build a formal Daoist temple for us. My master had no choice but to take us to Hong Kong to make a living."

"So you're planning to come to Britain, establish your own power base, and then launch a counterattack?"

The conversation between the two piqued Theresa's interest, and she joined in.

"What are you saying? Although I travel outside, the blood of the Yanhuang people still flows in my veins. A counterattack is impossible. I just want to prove my lineage and find a way to survive."

Shen Xuanxuan's expression immediately turned serious, and he spoke very formally.

"Judging from your tone, you have some complaints about the actions of the mainland's Taoist traditions, but not much hatred? That's strange."

The young man laughed.

"As the saying goes, cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents. They've made it impossible for you to live, yet you don't hold a grudge. Such magnanimity makes you seem like a bald monk from Buddhism."

"Bullshit! Daoist Master! Sigh... We can't blame them. Who made those few inhuman beasts back then, completely cutting off the path to survival for us small sects?"

Shen Xuanxuan paused here.

He didn't know why he brought this up, even though they were people he had only just met.

Perhaps it was because of the other person's equally black hair and their Chinese heritage.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, even if they are not old friends, is a kind of comfort because they share the same bloodline.

Well, this is a good opportunity to vent my frustrations.

"Things are actually not that complicated. Back then, the relationships between different sects were very harmonious. Small sects that produced outstanding individuals would receive considerable resources."

Even those who originally had no master or apprentice can be allowed to establish their own sect after passing the Daoist examination.

But there was one genius from a small sect who mastered the sect's traditions at an extremely fast pace and even carried them forward. In both combat and philosophical discussions, no one in the younger generation could surpass him.

Therefore, they also gained the right to access the documents of other Taoist traditions.

According to the following process, he should master all techniques and become the leader of the Taoist sect in that generation.

No one expected that after examining the scriptures in other Daoist temples, he would suddenly go mad, turn to evil paths, and betray his sect.

"Have you gone mad?"

"What else could it be but madness? Giving up the promising future of being the leader of the Taoist sect and defecting abroad, he must be either mentally unstable or insane."

"Maybe he just has something wrong with his head?"

"Hey, I think I've figured it out. You must have been a sedan chair carrier in your past life, otherwise how could you be so argumentative?"

Shen Xuanxuan looked the young man up and down and said in a sarcastic tone.

(End of this chapter)