No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 47 Don’t bother me

Lan Dao Ren was naturally very familiar with his own courtyard.

This was the courtyard he was assigned to when he joined the Qinghua Sect.

At that time, some of the Lan generation were royal relatives, and some were from prominent families. They all scrambled to occupy caves with better locations.

So this deserted and remote courtyard is his home.

When I pushed open the door, I saw several brooms, dustpans, and benches bouncing around in the yard. There was even a black kettle bouncing towards me, staggering over.

When Lan Dao saw them, he smiled, touched them one by one, and said, "You're back, you're back."

"Go clean up two rooms and boil some water."

After hearing what Master Lan said, the brooms, dustpans and kettles jumped away, leaving only the bench, swaying next to a stone table.

"Please sit down!" Taoist Lan pointed to a few seats next to the stone table, and then sat on the wobbly stool himself.

As soon as he sat on it, the stool stopped shaking.

Xu Shun knew that these brooms, dustpans and the like were spirits. They were dead objects that had come into contact with humans for a long time and had gradually developed intelligence.

The so-called "long-term contact" is approximately several hundred years to one or two thousand years. Only a sect like the Qinghua Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, can have these things.

Otherwise, how could a broom be used for hundreds of years?
As for intelligence, it is roughly the same as that of cats and dogs.

Usually, Lan Daoren wanders around, so they are the ones who take care of this small courtyard.

This is also their home.

In the minds of these monsters for who knows how many years, Lan Daoren is the tallest, has the longest legs, and can run the farthest among them.

"You two should sit down too. We don't have such rules in our mountain." Taoist Lan saw Xu Shun and Zi Su standing and pointed at the stool next to the stone table.

"That's right, that's right. In the eyes of someone like you who wants to ascend to become an immortal, where are the rules in this world?" Sect Leader Lan Dai rolled his eyes and said sarcastically.

He saw a white ceramic teapot steaming, bouncing to the table in front of him and pouring him a cup of hot tea.

"Thank you~" said the leader of Lan Dai to the teapot.

When the teapot heard someone thanking it, more hot steam came out of the tea lid on its head. It happily poured a cup of tea for each of the other three people, and then stood aside motionless.

Only the teapot lid occasionally moves on its own.

"Tell me what's the matter." Taoist Lan did not respond to the words of the Lan Dai Sect Leader, but went straight to the point.

"One good news and one bad news, which one do you want to hear?" The head of the Lan Dai sect smiled and took a sip of tea.

"Hear the bad news first!" said Lan Dao Ren unhappily.

This guy is still keeping us in suspense!

"The bad news is, do you know, a few years ago, our lovely Uncle Qingtao went to offer sacrifices to the ancestors, wanting to become a Taoist partner with you!" The head of the Lan Dai sect said with a look of gloating, as if he was watching a good show.

"How come she has that kind of thing?" Lan Daoren was stunned.

Things that can lead directly to the fairyland for worshiping ancestors are extremely rare even in the Qinghua Sect.

Taoist Lan himself doesn’t have it, so how could Taoist Qingtao have it?

"Her master left it to her!" said the head of Lan Dai.

"Didn't her master die and not ascend to heaven?" Taoist Lan was puzzled.

"So it was naturally left to her master by her great-grandmaster!" said the head of the Lan Dai sect in a decisive tone.

"Well... forget it, I understand." Lan Daoren guessed that this thing might really be a token of the ancestor, which has been passed down in their lineage.

"That's it? Is it worth it?" Just to become a Taoist partner with him, I would tell tales to the founder?

A woman's heart is really hard to guess.

The head of the Lan Dai sect continued to gloat over the misfortune and said, "Who knows?"

"This lovely uncle is probably already 700 to 800 years old. I'm afraid he will die in another 100 to 200 years."

"She is desperate and wants you to help her."

"What if, what if she also breaks through to the Mahayana stage?"

"Everyone saw these things, but you are the only one pretending not to know!"

Taoist partners are not in a relationship of lover or husband and wife, but they can communicate about their cultivation and assist each other in practice.

With Lan Daoren's level of cultivation, it is natural that he is the only one who can assist others.

"She is my uncle! I was too close to her. Is the old immortal in heaven?" Taoist Lan pointed to the sky and said.

"Given your master's temper, I'm afraid... it doesn't matter!" said the head of the Lan Dai sect.

He and Lan Daoren were of the same generation, but they were not the same master. They had such a good relationship that it was hard to say that they were two different types who just huddled together for warmth and then became like-minded.

"I can't make things difficult for the old immortal." Lan Daoren said, "Besides, my uncle's strong purposefulness makes me unhappy."

I don’t like it, I just don’t like it.

With Lan Daoren's cultivation level, he can refuse anything in the world of immortal cultivation.

This is a cultivator in the Mahayana stage!
"Aren't you afraid of the master's decree?" said the head of the Lan Dynasty teasingly.

"Don't you know what kind of person the Grandmaster is?" Lan Dao Ren said, "He naturally won't care about such things."

"Besides, even if the founder gave an edict, so what? Can he come down directly from the fairyland? And interfere in the affairs of our Qinghua sect?" Taoist Lan said righteously.

If the master’s instructions make sense, listen to them; if they don’t make sense, just treat them as bullshit!

"Good, good, what a traitor to your master and ancestors, Lan Ran!" The head of the Lan Dai sect laughed and clapped his legs.

He is stubborn and willful, worthy of being someone isolated by his peers like him!

Xu Shun thought of the "Sutra on the Infinite Merits of Saints and Sages for the Salvation of Humankind" taught by Taoist Lan, and thought of the homework that Taoist Lan had to do every day and recite the "Sutra on the Infinite Merits of Saints and Sages for the Salvation of Humankind". So when he saw Taoist Lan say with confidence, "So what if he is the ancestor? Can he come down from the fairyland?"
I can't help but sigh, Blue Fatty is worthy of being Blue Fatty, he can see things so clearly.

Full of strong style!
Zi Su was stunned. Her master really dared to say anything.

"The old master naturally wouldn't care about such trivial matters. He just replied with three words." Lan Dai could hardly suppress the smile on his face.

Lan Daoist asked: "Which three words?"

"do not bother me!"

"Haha~"

Taoist Lan thought of the handwritten notes of the founder that he had seen in the Sutra Library, as well as the news that the founder had received from the fairy world over the years. He laughed and said, "The founder is indeed a wonderful person!"

This is the good news that the leader of Lan Dai said.

"Wait..." Lan Daoren suddenly thought of something and said, "The Grandmaster has already scolded her, and you are still using the Qinghua Mirror to search for my location."

"Because, the master has given me another divine oracle and asked me to find something!" Lan Dai did not keep the secret this time. Instead, he took out a rolled-up painting from his sleeve.

He shook it slightly, and the scroll opened with golden light. As the scroll opened slightly, a voice appeared in Xu Shun's ears.

"Until hell is empty, I will never become a Buddha!"

(End of this chapter)