Now all the villagers, up and down, had already followed the old Daoist Fang Hong in cultivating the so-called immortal thod of longevity.
One by one, their gazes were dull, their mouths crooked and eyes askew, their movents slow, their minds imrsed in the immortal thod of longevity, unable to extricate themselves.
Li Qiuchen could completely understand this feeling.
Country folk had never enjoyed any blessings in their entire lives. Their greatest wish was just to have a full al. Drinking two ounces of grain liquor paired with a big fatty at slice that oozed oil when bitten was already heavenly enjoynt for them.
Now true heavenly enjoynt had appeared. Everyone had begun absorbing the spiritual qi of heaven and earth.
That feeling was like moving bricks all day on an outdoor construction site in thirty-five-degree heat, then coming ho, opening the refrigerator, taking out an ice-cold cola and gulping it down.
Refreshing from the soles of your feet to the top of your head.
Next, the old Daoist had originally planned to lead these villagers in worshipping the tree root, using incense offerings to stimulate the root's growth but he got stuck dead on this very step.
Nonsense, of course he'd get stuck. That was just a dead tree root. Feeding it incense was no different from putting premium gasoline in a horse cart.
The parts weren't even compatible!
The old Daoist had cultivated two servant boys. Though called servant boys, they looked more like dharma protectors.
Two sturdy n standing by his side, like door gods.
Li Qiuchen had seen this father and sons at the mountain stronghold. None of them were good people. He didn't know what demonic thod the old Daoist had used to kill their father and then take the two of them under his command.
Taking the tea water Song Gang handed up, he took a light sip.
Li Qiuchen put down the teacup and smiled at the old Daoist, saying, "Senior, this rough tea... is a bit too rough."
The old Daoist laughed dryly, saying, "In this countryside, where can one find good tea leaves? Please be understanding, Junior Brother."
"Let's drink sothing better."
"Ah?"
Before the old Daoist could react, Li Qiuchen stood up and walked outside. He ford a hand seal and pointed three tis at the air.
A mont later, a lodious crane cry ca from the sky.
A white crane descended from above.
The old Daoist watching from the side was dumbfounded.
What kind of immortal technique is this?
Li Qiuchen walked up to the white crane and spoke softly for a few sentences, waved his hand to let it leave, then when he turned back, he already had a package of tea leaves in his hand.
"I've made you laugh, Senior. This is a spirit pet my master raises. I just asked it to help
steal a bit of the good tea leaves my master has hidden away and bring them over to entertain guests."
"Not laughing, not laugh... no, what this poor Daoist ans is, you're spending too much..."
"Let's not talk about that."
Li Qiuchen casually poured out the tea water from the cup, placed a few leaves of the Mountain God's spiritual tea inside, picked up the kettle to fill it with hot water, and pushed it before the old Daoist, saying, "My master has taught
since childhood that cultivating our Dao isn't easy. When we et fellow Daoists, as long as they're not evildoers with malicious intent, we should help them if we can."
The old Daoist nodded repeatedly, deeply agreeing. He took the tea water and sniffed it before his nose, imdiately widening his eyes.
"This tea..."
"Please, Senior."
Li Qiuchen's heart was bleeding, but on the surface he still maintained a calm smile.
As the saying goes, you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing the child. This act had to be perford perfectly to completely break through this old guy's ntal defenses.
The old Daoist didn't stand on ceremony with him at all. Not caring about the hot water scalding his throat, he tilted his head back and gulped down the entire cup of tea in one go, then without any regard for his image, stuck out his tongue and licked the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup clean.
"Ahh—"
With one cup of spiritual tea in his belly, the old Daoist was like he'd drunk half a jin of fake liquor, half-closing his eyes and letting out a long, satisfied sigh. Thunder rolled in his abdon, and large chunks of dead skin fell off his body on the spot.
"Junior Brother..."
Coming back to his senses, when the old Daoist looked at Li Qiuchen again, his gaze beca as ardent yet mournful as a widow of many years, and even his voice beca much softer.
"Senior, actually I have an impertinent request. Please don't be angry when I say it."
Li Qiuchen struck while the iron was hot and directly asked, "I wonder which school of cultivation thod you practice? Could you lend it to
to look at?"
"What are you saying? How could this poor Daoist's crude thods enter an expert's eyes?"
Without a second word, the old Daoist pulled out a small booklet from his bosom and respectfully handed it to Li Qiuchen with both hands.
If anyone else had made this request, the old Daoist would only treat it as hot air. One's own cultivation thod, how could it be casually shown to others? Forget outsiders, even one's own biological son or personal disciple couldn't just look at it.
But when this little Junior Brother made this request, the old Daoist's heart had no qualms whatsoever, and was even sowhat anxious.
What's his level, and what's your level?
Forget everything else, just this one cup of spiritual tea was worth years of his bitter cultivation. How could soone like that covet your little things?
It wasn't scary if he made requests, it was scary if he had no requests.
That would an he had no value at all.
Li Qiuchen remained impassive, took the booklet and glanced at it. On the cover was written "Locust Tree Chapter."
Locust trees belong to yin, connecting to ghosts.
The content in this booklet was very simple. One piece was the "Qi Drawing Formula," a Qi Refining realm cultivation thod. One piece was the "Soul Pulling Technique," discussing using thousand-year-old locust wood to hook people's souls. There was also a "Human Pill Formula," discussing using flesh and blood to catalyze the growth of "human pills."
In terms of depth, it definitely couldn't compare to the Li family's thods, but it excelled in being sufficiently sinister and satisfied Li Qiuchen's most urgent need to date, it explained clearly what Qi Refining ant.
Li Qiuchen quickly flipped through it once, using his ocular ability to record all the content in the book, then returned it to the old Daoist, revealing a reserved yet polite smile on his face.
The old Daoist didn't suspect anything. Seeing Li Qiuchen show this expression, his heart beca increasingly uneasy.
"Junior Brother, this..."
"You've been cultivating this kind of thing the whole ti?"
Li Qiuchen tapped the table with his hand, saying, "Senior, if I'm not mistaken, this cultivation thod of yours isn't complete. It's only half, or rather, not even a third?"
The old Daoist nodded vigorously, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, Junior Brother's insight is clear. This poor Daoist followed his master in cultivation years ago and only cultivated this Locust Tree lineage. Over these years, I've always felt sothing wasn't quite right, but I can't describe exactly what's wrong..."
Saying this, he looked at Li Qiuchen, suddenly inspired, stood up and bowed deeply, saying, "Please, Junior Brother... ah no, please, Master, accept
as your disciple and transmit to
the great Dao of longevity. This disciple is willing to repay Master's great kindness even in death!"
Li Qiuchen smiled, saying, "Senior, your face is really thick. You drank my tea and still want to enter my master's school. So all the benefits go to you, is that it?"
Having read that booklet, he basically knew this old Daoist's background.
To put it bluntly, it was nothing more than two words: "blind ignorance."
A child who grew up in the mountains from childhood, unable to even read, even if you threw him a cultivation manual, how much could he understand?
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