The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 272 The Ancestral Master

Now, hearing the old Taoist's words, Wu Chengyu finally understood why the old Taoist wanted to see him. Given that it was Mo Laodao, he really couldn't be rude.

He bowed deeply again and asked respectfully, "Junior Wu Chengyu greets Senior, and may I ask your name?"

The old Taoist priest puffed out his belly, raised his chin, and looked somewhat arrogant, then shook his head and said.

“My Taoist name is Zhenxiang. I haven’t used my real name for over a hundred years. In today’s terms, I would be considered the patriarch of the Quanxing sect. It is only right that you treat me with the utmost respect.”

Wu Chengyu straightened up, said nothing, turned around and went into the house to pick up the chamber pot, and went to find the river to clean it. Knowing the name Mo Guisheng and that he called himself Quanxing, Wu Chengyu was willing to clean the chamber pot even if it was just for Mo Laodao.

When he returned, he first placed the chamber pot outside the wooden house, then pushed the door open and entered. Old Master Mo was sitting in a chair, completely lacking in decorum, picking at his toes with one hand and stuffing fried broad beans into his mouth from a plate on the table next to him with the other.

With only a few teeth left in his mouth, how could he possibly eat broad beans? Yet he still managed to crunch them loudly. With Wu Chengyu's current eyesight, he immediately realized that this Daoist Zhenxiang wasn't using his teeth at all, but rather crushing the broad beans with his internal force the moment they entered his mouth.

This method of using internal force generated in the mouth to eat is not so simple. Wu Chengyu can do it like using a date pit dart, first putting the date pit dart in his mouth, and then shooting it out with his internal force.

However, Wu Chengyu knew he couldn't do, and for a long time, he couldn't do, simply by holding his internal energy in his mouth, concealing it, and then crushing the broad bean into powder and swallowing it.

Wu Chengyu first simulated it in his mind. If he concentrated and was well prepared, he could slowly gather his internal energy in his mouth and then carefully crush the broad beans. However, he would not crush them so evenly, nor could he crush them one after another.

The old Taoist priest in front of me is different from Master Mo; he is definitely a true master.

Wu Chengyu walked up to the old Taoist priest Zhenxiang, stood respectfully without saying a word, and watched as the old Taoist priest ate the whole plate of broad beans.

The old Taoist priest finished eating but still felt unsatisfied, and looked at Wu Chengyu with some disdain.

"In this desolate wilderness, there's really nothing to be had. Apart from the occasional gift that Ma Yu sends over, the old man's life is quite bland."

You brat, you claim to be visiting a venerable elder, yet you come empty-handed? I am, after all, your great-uncle; what junior visits an elder empty-handed?

Go to that small town at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, there's a restaurant called Mei's Restaurant. It's been open for decades. Their Mei Family Old Wine is so delicious, one sip and you'll never forget it. Go buy it for me. It has to be their 30-year-old vintage. I won't drink anything less than 30 years old.

There's also a Zhao's Roast Chicken place there. The skin is like amber, the meat is tender and fragrant, and with a gentle shake, it falls right off the bone. It's perfect for an old man like me. Buy me two, they must be young roosters under two years old.”

Wu Chengyu smiled after hearing this: "With wine and meat, this is the life of a god. How about I bring a girl to keep you company while you drink? I guarantee she'll be incredibly charming. What do you say?"

"Get lost, get lost! Don't tease this old man. You look alright, you've got some potential, but your personality is strange too. When you get to my age, let's see if your thing down there is still usable. Go now."

Without wasting any words, Wu Chengyu turned around and immediately went down the mountain.

As mentioned earlier, those senior masters like to manipulate and torment their juniors. It seems that the old Taoist priest Zhenxiang is the same. However, Wu Chengyu knows that this old Taoist priest actually treats him as a junior, so he is not polite at all when it comes to showing respect.

About an hour later, Wu Chengyu returned to the wooden house with roast chicken, wine, and snacks, as well as some other ingredients.

The old Taoist priest was clearly getting impatient, or perhaps he was too hungry. He picked up the wine jar and gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine, then tore off a chicken leg and ate it in a few bites before letting out a satisfied sigh.

"It's only comfortable to have disciples serving me. I used to envy Wang Chongyang's disciples and grand-disciples in Chongyang Palace. Now that my own disciples have come, I'm going to enjoy myself for a few days."

Good wine, good meat—the old man can no longer feel lust. All six desires are satisfied, so this love of food will never change, nor does he want to. In this life, eating and drinking are essential; as long as one lives, one cannot deprive one's mouth. "You brat, sit down. What's wrong? Have something to ask me?"

Wu Chengyu, of course, had a lot to say. He immediately sat down, first cupped his hands in greeting, and then asked.

"Greetings, senior. You are indeed Old Man Mo's grandmaster uncle. I originally thought that Quanxing no longer existed in this world."

"Hahaha, silly boy, Quanxing can be a person, a book, or even a breeze or a piece of steamed bun. It will never disappear."

All the Taoist sects ostracized Quanxing, yet they absorbed my Quanxing doctrines. As long as these Taoist sects exist, Quanxing will always exist.

When I was young, I couldn't let go of things either, and I tried many things, but now I don't care anymore. Besides, the inheritance of Quanxing has now been passed on to you. I just need to enjoy the rest of my life. Eating more meat and wine, watching the sunrise and sunset, and sleeping more in bed are better than anything else.

If it weren't for the fact that you're so scatterbrained, like a headless fly, I wouldn't even bother seeing you.

The old Taoist priest took another sip of wine, looked Wu Chengyu up and down, first showing approval in his eyes, then shaking his head slightly.

"A few years ago, the old man was in good health and went out to travel and enjoy the scenery. He happened to see you in Suzhou."

A silly boy, he memorized Taoist scriptures until he was dizzy, and wandered around various Taoist temples in Suzhou, asking about everything but not understanding anything.

Who am I? I can tell at a glance that you are practicing the skills passed down from my Quanxing Sect.

Back then, my master passed on the Quanxing tradition to my senior brother and me. Each of us carried a portion of the Taoist scriptures and wandered the world.

My senior brother had bad luck and passed away very early. Next was his disciple, and finally Mo Guisheng, that little monkey.

This little monkey is no good at martial arts, no good at cultivation, and lives his whole life like a beggar, yet he can't let go of this, valuing the Quanxing lineage more than his own life.

In this world, besides myself, only Mo Guisheng's lineage can cultivate the Quanxing Gongfa. This little monkey has finally lived up to the expectations of his master.

You've found a good successor for my Quanxing sect. Tsk tsk, you're not even twenty yet, and your skills are already beyond my comprehension.

In my youth, I was considered a gem of talent, but at your age, I don't even have half your skill.

"Young man, let me ask you this: you've been reciting the Taoist scriptures for so long, what have you come to understand now?"

Wu Chengyu shook his head: "The more I try to comprehend the Daoist scriptures, the more confused I become. A few days ago, seven masters from the Quanzhen Sect pulled me aside to discuss the Dao. I seemed to understand a little, but then I felt like I was trapped in a spider web, unable to be free."

The old Taoist priest laughed loudly and said, "Cultivating the Tao, cultivating the Tao, what a load of crap! If this Tao is truly mastered, wouldn't everyone in the world be an immortal?"

And you, kid, you're clearly not interested in cultivating the Tao, and your heart isn't sincere, yet you keep reciting Taoist scriptures, all sorts of random things, trying to memorize everything.

Let me ask you this: you don't want to cultivate the Tao, your purpose in reciting Taoist scriptures is impure, and you don't actually believe in any of the Taoist theories. So how can you possibly attain enlightenment?

It's like you're not hungry at all, and you don't want to eat, but you stuff yourself with everything—beef pancakes, stubborn rocks, rotten wood, you want it all. How can you possibly digest that?

(End of this chapter)