This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 8: The Heartless Taoist
County government office, prison.

Two days had passed since the trip to Xiaodaode Temple. Lao Liu reported the case to the head of the third squad, Liu Jingsheng. The latter did not say much, sneaked into Zhaojiazhuang at night, and dug out the buried murder weapon in Zhao Zhifan's backyard.

According to the procedure, once the murder weapon is in hand, one can ask for clerks to arrest the person, but this case involves too many people, including two bodyguards, and the involvement is so great that even if the Fengxian County detectives mobilized together, they could not handle the case.

Especially the Five Poison Sect. The case involves the forces in Southern Xinjiang, so the people above must take strong measures.

Liu Jingsheng asked the county magistrate Sima Changhui for instructions. The latter did not delay and called the Six Gates to make a plan to encircle Linjiazhuang and Zhaojiazhuang tonight.

Xiang Yuan was not aware of this, and his three meals a day were interrupted by Tiekou's delivery.

It's strange to say, given his ability to make accurate predictions, both the Fengxian County Government and the Liushenmen should have treated him with courtesy, but everyone tacitly kept silent, as if they had forgotten such a person.

Xiang Yuan didn't understand what was going on, so he walked into the county jail carrying a roast chicken and steamed buns wrapped in oil paper.

The prison was dark, dry and not damp, but the smell was really unbearable.

"Were you also caught for being short of weight?"

"I can do such a wicked thing. I sell fake goods."

"You are obviously more immoral than me."

In the suite, a few newcomers were getting to know each other. When they smelled the roast chicken, they all looked over.

Xiang Yuan greeted his colleague who was guarding the door, took out the cell key, ignored these wicked people, went straight to the cell at the end, opened the door and served the steamed buns and roast chicken.

Tiekouzhiduan sat cross-legged in the straw, and when he saw Xiangyuan coming, he slowly said, "You will have a bloody disaster tonight."

What the hell?
Xiang Yuan was shocked. During the past two days when he had delivered meals, he had been very steadfast and silent, just staring at him with an extremely weird look, so he didn't dare to stay for long and left after delivering the meals.

I didn't expect that as soon as I spoke today, I would end up in bloodshed.

It’s better not to say anything!

Xiang Yuan witnessed the ability of accurate prediction with his own eyes. He did not dare to delay and bowed to ask: "Old Immortal, do you have any method to teach me to escape disasters and rescue people?"

Tiekouzhijuan smiled slightly, stroked his beard and said: "I get paid to do the job."

Xiang Yuan just smiled bitterly. He still owed foreign debts, and his only property was the food allowance, which he had spent almost all on the good food and drinks he had received in the past few days.

I don’t have any money, and no one wants to give me my life. What should I do?

"Since you don't have any, then you can be my disciple."

"There is such a good thing?!" Xiang Yuan blurted out, feeling unbelievable.

As the saying goes, a doctor does not knock on the door, the truth is not easily passed on, and the Buddha has his own way of saving people. Throughout history, there has never been such a good thing as pie falling from the sky.

As if he had seen through Xiang Yuan's thoughts, Tiekouzhi asked bluntly, "Would you like to be my disciple?"

"bye!"

Anyone who doesn't worship is a fool.

Xiang Yuan knelt decisively, thinking about the etiquette of becoming a disciple, and found that there was not even a cup of tea around him, so he could only offer the roast chicken in shame: "Master, please eat the chicken."

"Master has already fasted for a long time. It doesn't matter whether I eat or not."

Tiekou took the roast chicken and gobbled it up with the steamed buns, saying as he ate, "You don't have to doubt it. I have no ill intentions in accepting you as my apprentice. I was trapped in Fengxian County for ten years because of a bet. If I accept you as my apprentice, I can go back and enjoy a peaceful life."

Xiang Yuan didn't understand, so he didn't ask and just nodded while listening.

"The one I'm betting with is Hui Xing, the abbot of Dajue Temple. The three thousand worlds are as vast as the sea of ​​smoke, and the evolution of the laws of heaven and earth is mysterious. With countless opportunities colliding, there must be an outsider in Qianyuan Realm..."

"My master came to Western Chu, and he went to Northern Qi. We exchanged territories and each looked for an outsider to take as a disciple. Whoever found the outsider first would win. If no one can find the outsider, they will keep looking."

Xiang Yuan was stunned, his mind was full of thoughts, and he subconsciously clenched his fists: "Master, you won?"

"Lost."

Tiekouzhi shook his head repeatedly and rolled his eyes at Xiang Yuan: "Master, I calculated that you would be in Dezhou, but we would meet in Fengxian County. I didn't expect you to come ten years later." Xiang Yuan still didn't understand. His headache flared up and he felt like he needed to grow a brain.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't worry, it's not a disease, it's a good fortune. You will know the reason in the future."

"But……"

"Master understands, you don't need to say more."

Tiekouzhijuan stood up and dusted himself off: "Please circulate Qi and Ren Meridian, and I will see if there is anything wrong."

Xiang Yuan hurriedly sat cross-legged, calmed his mind, and used his mind to circulate Qi, impacting the Shenque acupoint that had been bothering him for a long time.

While the two were talking, the prisoners in the jail were talking to each other and collectively ignored them.

"Nonsense, nonsense, this is not how one cultivates to be an immortal!"

He made three mistakes in a row: "This breathing technique is ordinary and cannot be considered magical. For an outsider like you, practicing ordinary techniques will not only lead to no achievement, but will also harm yourself."

"Master, are you going to teach me some magical skills?" Xiang Yuan was overjoyed. His illness could finally be cured.

"You don't need to be taught by the master. You will have your own chance tonight."

"Please give me some advice, Master." Xiang Yuan said anxiously.

"It's hard to say. If I say it, it won't work."

He made a profound and unfathomable statement: "You are in danger of death tonight. Without the guidance of an expert, it will be difficult for you to survive. However, fortune and misfortune, life and death, crisis and success are all interdependent. Your master is waiting for you to escape from trouble, and you are also waiting for your master to escape from disaster."

He took out a palm-sized eight-diagram heart-protecting mirror from his chest. It was gray and dim without any divine light. He looked at it for a long time before reluctantly handing it over: "Keep this treasure close to your body. It can help you avoid danger and turn disaster into blessing."

Xiang Yuan took it with both hands, took a deep breath and said: "Master, I will definitely... definitely..."

He tried several times but couldn't pull out the breastplate.

"Master?"

He turned his head away without looking, and waited until Xiang Yuan put the mirror against his chest to hide it, then he said weakly: "No need to say more, we will know what will happen in the future, and it will be empty talk no matter how much we say now."

Hearing his tone, Xiang Yuan looked at his nose and then his heart, not daring to say anything that might cause bad luck.

Tiekouzhiduan stretched lazily and said, "Your chance is also related to your master. I have to go to southern Xinjiang tonight. I haven't moved my hands and feet for many years. Finally, I can have a good fight."

At this point, he muttered twice, "Ten years in prison, bald donkey is hateful."

Xiang Yuan pretended not to hear, but suddenly realized something. He was so shocked and happy that he forgot to ask the man's name.

As a disciple, it is really disrespectful.

He said respectfully: "Master, I don't know where your treasure mountain is."

"My master is a Taoist priest with a lack of heart!"

The Taoist priest who was very accurate in his prediction, or rather, lacked a heart, put one hand behind his back, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his chin, and waited quietly for Xiang Yuan's reaction.

Xiang Yuan knew that the old Taoist was very powerful. The abbot of Dajue Temple was a figure like the Buddha on land. Anyone who could gamble with such a powerful person must be no ordinary person. However, he was young and had never heard of this name.

It's so embarrassing, just like when an acquaintance you haven't seen for years calls out your name, but you have no impression of it at all.

"So, Master, you are the Taoist Priest Quexin. Everyone knows your great name. It is my great honor to have you as my disciple. It is a great blessing earned through many lifetimes of cultivation!" Xiang Yuan was so excited that his face turned red.

The heartless old Taoist raised his lips to a faint smile and stroked his beard, looking satisfied that the boy was teachable.

Suddenly, his hand shook and he pulled out three or five long whiskers.

bad thing!

I was fooled by this guy. He was an outsider and knew nothing at all!
(End of this chapter)