Volume 2: Unparalleled Medical Skills! Chapter 129: The Number One Small Sect Under Heaven!

  As soon as he made his move, he killed a small life. Is this really a Taoist who seeks the way and cultivates immortality? It's more like a bandit hiding in the dense forest with a small pants covering his face, jumping out and shouting loudly when someone approaches: "This tree was planted by me, this road was opened by me. If you want to pass through this road, leave your toll money."

  Isn't Taoist supposed to be against killing? Isn't this old man breaking his vows?

  Qin Luo pointed at the small insect's two little legs which were still trembling in its lower half and said, "Master, you've taken a life."

  "Killing is because I have a reason." The old man counterattacked with one stroke, and the long sword 'hissed' into its scabbard.

  This move made Qin Luo's eyes burn with envy. If he could also do this trick, when walking on the street, suddenly coming up with such a move, that kind of coolness would attract how many pretty girls' eyeballs...

  "What's the logic?"

  "It disturbed my mind while I was seeking the Tao," said the Daoist. "So I killed it. That's the principle."

  Qin Luo's head flashed with inspiration, as if he had understood something. But when he tried hard to grasp it, he couldn't find the trail of that inspiration no matter how he searched.

  However, seeing this scene, Qin Luo suddenly thought of a sentence: A big fist is just a hard truth. Is he going to use this to justify himself?

  Is this common saying in the secular world also a Taoist view of handling affairs?

  This world is too crazy!

  The Taoist looked into Qin Luo's eyes, as if he had seen through his heart at once, and explained: "Some people hope to make a fortune. Some people hope for wealth. Some people hope to be surrounded by beautiful women, while others hope to seek immortality. Whatever you pursue, you have planted the cause, and if you want to reap that fruit, you must necessarily move forward towards your goal. With too many causes and too few fruits, it is inevitable that you will encounter competition. It's either dog-eat-dog or people trampling on each other, without exception."

  "Must one also struggle in cultivation?" Qin Luo asked.

  "Struggle against heaven, struggle against earth, struggle against one's own desires. Not a single moment without struggle." The Taoist nodded.

  "What kind of Tao is this?" Qin Luo said with a bitter smile.

  "The official who succeeds in the officialdom, that is to attain Tao. The greedy rich can rival a country, that is also to attain Tao. With different intentions, the Tao obtained will be different. What we are seeking is the Heavenly Mechanism Tao. To crack the Heavenly Mechanism is to attain Tao."

  "Has Master seen through the heavenly secrets?" Qin Luo asked with a sincere expression on his face, but in his heart, he was somewhat skeptical.

  What's Tianji? It's fate.

  At the moment before tomorrow arrives and events have not yet occurred, who can predict what will happen?

  These people, Qin Luo was not unfamiliar with them. There were many of them at the entrance of their school, near the overpass. Wearing Taoist robes and hats, they would spread out a tattered cloth filled with ghostly symbols and incantations on the ground. Whenever someone walked by, they would shout: "Hey, young man, want to have your fortune told? Iron mouth straight cut, not satisfied no charge."

  Sometimes Qin Luo really wanted to walk over and say to them 'You just wait and see if I'll give you money or not', just to see what kind of expression they would have.

  Although he was reluctant to put his lifesaver and those unscrupulous Jianghu swindlers in the same category, this old man really gave him that kind of feeling.

  Of course, compared to those unscrupulous swindlers, this old man is obviously more advanced. Not only are the clothes on his body more expensive, but also the swordsmanship in his hand can't be mastered in three to five years.

  The old man smiled and said, "What is meant by 'Tao' is nothing more than satisfying one's inner desires. What one has prayed for and obtained is what is called 'Tao'. We follow the heavenly mechanism and historical trajectory to find the true meaning of heaven's mandate. This is what we are pursuing as Tao."

  Qin Luo suddenly understood, this old man is just a historian. The difference is that others study things like how many dishes and soups people had in the Ming dynasty or how people brushed their teeth in the Qing dynasty, while he studies whether it will be sunny or rainy tomorrow, or if there will be floods next month-----

  Everyone has weather forecasts already. What's the point of having you?

  "Do you understand?" asked Lao Dao.

  "I understand." Qin Luo nodded.

  "It's fate that we met, let me read your fortune ----"

  Qin Luo interrupted the old man's words and said: "I don't believe this. You know it."

  The old man nodded and said: "You've already said that when we first met. Let me help you calculate your fate. You'll believe it once I calculate it."

  "Master, let's just forget it. I like not knowing. If everything is known in advance, what's the point of living?" Qin Luo said.

  The old man thought for a moment and said: "Your idea is quite refreshing. Others all want to know the heavenly secrets in advance, but you refuse to know one step ahead."

  "Yes, I'm different from others." Qin Luo said. He was confused by the old man's words and quickly changed the subject, saying: "Master, where are you living now? Why don't you come back with me?"

  "It doesn't matter. The four seas are home, and all places are home." said the old Taoist.

  "Whatever it is, Master, please let me fulfill my filial duty as a disciple." Qin Luo repeatedly invited.

  "It's all right. Filial piety is in the heart. I can feel it, that's enough." The old Taoist said.

  Look at this state of mind! It's even more advanced than Platonic love.

  "What does Master need his disciple to do?" Qin Luo asked.

  The old man listened to these words and his eyes scanned Qin Luo's body back and forth. Then, he shook his head regretfully.

  "Master, what's wrong?" Qin Luo asked doubtfully.

  "What a pity. What a pity. You don't have a spiritual root." The old Taoist shook his head and said.

  "Ling root?" Qin Luo was taken aback. What thing to do what? He himself had never thought of becoming a Taoist priest. Marrying a noble lady as his wife was the proper thing to do.

  "The cultural heritage of Yanjing is profound, and many talented and outstanding people have emerged from here. This time I came north, one for sightseeing, two for finding a worthy successor to inherit my mantle. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anyone. It seems that the fate has not yet arrived." The Taoist explained.

  "Alas, it seems I won't be able to help Master after all." Qin Luo said with a disappointed face. But in his heart, he was rejoicing that he wasn't qualified.

  "However, since you've called me 'Master', I shouldn't ignore it. Moreover, your determination is deep and you've been able to cultivate the 'Twelve Brocades of the Taoist School' for over a decade, which means you have a connection with our sect. Alright, I'll take you in as a nominal disciple for now."

  Qin Luo was shocked and said, "Master, please reconsider. I don't understand anything about seeking immortality and asking about the Tao, and I'm not interested at all. I'm afraid it's difficult for me to inherit Master's great career. Master should find another talented disciple instead. I call you Master just to repay your kindness, but Master doesn't have to take me as a disciple because of this."

  To escape the fate of becoming a Taoist, Qin Luo almost said to his son, "It's hard for apprentices to make a name for themselves, and I'm afraid they will tarnish their master's reputation."

  "Who allowed you to inherit the great undertaking?" the Taoist asked back.

  "What does Master mean?" Qin Luo asked strangely.

  "Just a nominal disciple. Inheriting the mantle will naturally have others doing it." The Taoist said.

  "Then - can a disciple with a recorded name take a wife?"

  "Disciples with registered names are also known as outer door disciples. Of course, they can get married and have children. Moreover, our Tianji Dao is different from Zhengyi Dao, and there is no rule that prohibits disciples from getting married."

  "Like this?" Qin Luo thought, then letting me inherit his legacy isn't impossible either. After all, everything can be negotiated.

  "Master, how many people are there in the Tianji Dao? What is our position in the Jianghu?" Qin Luo thought, leaning against a big tree to enjoy the cool breeze. Maybe he could establish some connections with these heroes and hidden door factions, so that if something happened in the future, someone would be able to stand up for him.

  Nor will it prevent you from marrying a wife, and when fighting, there are people who come out to help. Qin Luo doesn't object to joining the Tianji Dao anymore.

  The old Taoist's face, which had always been warm and calm, suddenly showed an embarrassed expression.

  "Is it a sect secret, inconvenient to say?" Qin Luo said with understanding. At the beginning, when his grandfather took him out to see patients, he also encountered such situations. Those people were unwilling to reveal their own sect's affairs to outsiders. Unless you can become the core disciple of their inner door, it won't work.

  "This is not the case." The Taoist's face also relaxed. He said, "It's just that I've been devoted to the Tao and neglected the development of our sect. So... now there are only two people left in our Tianji Sect."

  "Two?" Qin Luo's eyes widened.

  "Two," said the Taoist.

  "Besides Master, who is the other person?"

  "It's you."

  Qin Luo wanted to cry but had no tears. What school of Taoism was this Heavenly Machine Dao after all?

  The name sounds impressive, but when added to myself, there are only two followers. This can definitely apply for the Guinness record of 'the smallest gang in the world'?

  The old Taoist also felt a bit embarrassed. While touching his pocket, he said to Qin Luo: "I am the master of the Xuanzi generation, and my name is Xuanjizi. You are the Kongzi generation, so you can be called Kongjizi. Here is a book for you to study carefully. With the foundation of 'Taoist Twelve Brocade', it should not be difficult to learn. This purple blood pearl is a naturally cold object that can restrain the hot poison in your body. Wearing it on your body can protect yourself. Well, Master has something to do and we'll meet again if fate permits."

  "Master." Qin Luo called out. He didn't expect this old Taoist priest to leave without a word, not even leaving behind any contact information.

  No matter what kind of ideas the old man instilled in him, he couldn't change the fact that he was his own lifesaver. The fact that he could live to this day was indeed due to his own efforts.

  Besides, the Qin family is a family that values relationships and righteousness. If Grandfather were to find out that he had met his lifesaver but didn't invite him over for a visit, he would probably scold himself until he was covered in bruises.

  "Is there anything else?" Xuanji Zi asked warmly, seeing the reluctance in Qin Luo's eyes.

  "Master, leave your phone number." Qin Luo said.

  The Taoist smiled and said, "Like a floating water lily with no roots, my heart is free from worries. What use would I have for those things? Don't worry, we'll meet again someday."

  Until the figure of Xuanji's son disappeared in front of his eyes, Qin Luo still stood in place, with a look of melancholy.

  Some people meet by chance, but they give you great help in life.

  At their first meeting, the Taoist gave him "Twelve Pieces of Brocade of Tao Family" and "Yin-tui-technique", which saved his life.

  The second time they met, he accepted him as a nominal disciple and gave him a book and a string of icy purple beads.

  Qin Luo held in his hand a book with a yellowish color, on which was written "Xuan Gong Lu" in brush script. The text inside was written in beautiful small regular script, which was not difficult for Qin Luo to recognize. Moreover, there were also line drawings, which looked like a combination of pictures and texts.

  Qin Luo previously obtained the "Daoist Twelve Brocade" which was mostly about health preservation techniques, this "Xuan Gong Record" seems to be recording some attacking and defensive methods, looking like an enhanced version of that book.

  "At such an old age, can I still practice this?" Qin Luo thought, holding the "Mystic Cultivation Record".

  Returning to the filming location, Li Jingcheng rushed over with a look of urgency on his face and said: "Qin Luo, where did you run off to? You didn't even bring your phone. Everyone's been looking all over for you."

  "It's nothing. Just saw a friend and went over to say a few words." Qin Luo said with a smile. Rarely seeing Lian Qingcheng in such a flustered state, she was truly breathtakingly beautiful.

  "What kind of friend is this?" Lian Qingcheng asked curiously.

  "A Taoist priest said he would tell my fortune." Qin Luoruo thought for a moment and asked: "Do you believe in this?"

  "Believe it or not. I can tell people's fortunes." Lian Qingcheng chuckled. "Want me to read yours, sis?"

  "Alright. You calculate." Qin Luo said curiously. He really didn't believe this woman could understand those things. Deceiving people was also a high-difficulty technical skill.

  "You will have a wet dream tonight." Li Qingcheng whispered in Qin Luo's ear.