I am cultivating immortals in the martial arts world

Chapter 154
"Everything in the world has its destiny. Since the Taoist priest has escaped from the sea of ​​misery, why should he set foot in it again?"

Zhizhen explained with a smile: "With the realm of a Taoist leader, if you practice with all your heart, you will be able to ascend to the fairy world in a few decades. Wouldn't it be great?"

"As for mundane matters, let them decide for themselves."

"Of course, with the Taoist master's ascension to the sky, changing the fate of a few disciples is also due. No one in the world will stop it."

"Is there really a fairy world in this world?"

Lin Dong's eyes lit up, and he asked as if he hadn't heard anything else.

"The world of immortals is very small, whether there is one or not, the poor monk does not know."

Zhizhen shook his head, and said vaguely: "But what the poor monk knows is that if the Taoist priest continues to walk in the mortal world, I am afraid that this body's cultivation will be polluted for nothing."

"I don't know if the fairy world exists or not. If the cultivation base of Pindao is dirty, it will be dirty. Pindao doesn't care."

Lin Dong sighed, raised his head, looked at the soaring murals around him, shook his head and said with a smile: "What's more, rather than destroying humanity, Pindao prefers to walk freely in the world."

"Daoist really doesn't listen to the advice?" Zhizhen's face gradually turned ugly.

"Yes, so what should I do?" Lin Dong chuckled, and looked at Zhizhen seriously: "Pindao thinks that the cultivation base of an elder should not be enough to stop him from doing things, right?"

In fact, Lin Dong really wanted to be persuaded.

As the saying goes, listen to people's persuasion to eat enough.

But the problem is that he cultivates differently from others, and he can only find his own path by doing things in the human world.

Therefore, he has never cared much about the question of whether there is a fairy world.

In his opinion, as long as he can live forever, where in the world is not a fairyland?

For him, if he wants to live forever, he must go through life in the world. It is best to continuously participate in the plot and have entanglements with the main characters. This is the best way to maximize his benefits.

Because of this, it is definitely not the most cost-effective behavior for Lin Dong to be handsome behind closed doors.

"It seems that the poor monk really can't stop the Taoist priest."

Zhizhen shook his head, took out a chessboard, raised his head and said to Lin Dong: "However, the poor monk has always admired the Taoist priest, so I wonder if I can have a game with the Taoist priest?"

"The elder praised it absurdly, and Pindao also had the same intention."

Seeing that Zhizhen was no longer aggressive, Lin Dong also returned to his previous indifference. After sitting down, he raised his head and asked, "Who does the elder want to hold? Is it the first?"

"Although the poor monk's cultivation is not at home, and he is far behind the Taoist priest, but the poor monk asks himself whether he can not lose to others in chess, so let's make a guess."

Zhizhen grabbed a handful from the nearest black flag box and asked, "What do you think, is it single or double?"

"pair."

Lin Dong nodded and spit out a word.

pat, pat, pat.

Three sunspots fell, and Zhizhen smiled and said, "Shan, the head of Taoism is wrong, so the poor monk will go first."

"Naturally." Lin Dong nodded.

Snapped!
"chaos."

Zhizhen didn't speak any more, and silently picked up three chess pieces, and dropped one of them on the star position in the lower right corner of Lin Dong's direction.

"Luanxing started, the elder really has a lot of grievances against the poor."

Lin Dong shook his head, raised his hand to pick up a white piece, and landed on the position of Zhongtian, which is the most middle position.

Zhizhen smiled silently, and when he saw Lin Dong falling down, he just opened his mouth and said: "One word radiates the world, the Taoist leader has a great spirit."

"Don't dare, I'm still a bit weaker than the elders." Lin Dong picked up a son again, and made a gesture of invitation: "Elder, please step down."

As time passed, the black and white sons on the chessboard seemed to come to life, and they fought in the seventh and eighth moves.

As a monk, Zhizhen should have a pure heart and few desires, but he is extremely murderous on the chessboard, and he has shown his persistence in every word of Lin Dong.

On the other hand, Lin Dong made moves at will, gradually giving himself a greater advantage on the chessboard.

"Why did the elder treat me like this?!"

About half an hour later, Lin Dong screamed and stood up abruptly.

When he stood up, the surrounding dust began to fall one by one, and the cobwebs also covered the entire room in an instant.

It was as if the half an hour that he felt just now had actually passed for several years.

"The Taoist priest doesn't listen to the advice, the poor monk can only do this..."

Zhizhen's beard was a little gray, and he stood up with a very tired expression. After looking deeply at Lin Dong's eyes, he sighed: "Fortunately, the poor monk did it, otherwise, the Taoist priest should be able to understand the current situation. exert more influence on the world.”

The previous round, on the surface, seemed to have passed half an hour, but in fact, it had passed eight years to the outside world.

Lin Dong didn't expect Elder Zhizhen to have such a terrifying ability.

No.

Maybe it shouldn't be said to be terrible, but he should be said to be careless.

Because, if he has read countless classics and performed some deduction at the same time, there is a high probability that he will also be able to obtain the ability of "Ranke Chess Game".

That's right, the method Zhizhen used just now was the famous Lanke chess game.

According to legend, in the Jin Dynasty, a man named Wang Zhi often went to Shishi Mountain, [-] miles away from Quzhou City, to cut firewood.

One day, he cut firewood on the familiar path again, and found a natural stone room in the mountain to rest his feet and enjoy the shade as before.

This is where he often rests, basically every time he finishes cutting firewood, he will rest here for a while.

Usually nothing happened here, and because the stone room was hidden, he could still sleep here for a while without worrying about tigers, wolves and beasts.

But I don't want to, something happened this day.

When Wang Zhi stepped into the familiar stone room, he felt a bright light in his eyes. Looking around, he saw two unusually handsome young men sitting there on the floor as a mat, playing chess with concentrated and leisurely expressions.

What two little fairies.

He sighed in his heart, wiped off the sweat from chopping firewood before, and quietly leaned over and sat down to watch seriously.

Wang Zhi saw nothing at first, but when he found that every move they made was an unexpected brilliant move, he never wanted to leave again.

Gradually, his eyes seemed to turn into black and white pieces on a chessboard, and his whole body was devoted to it.

Seeing that he was looking seriously, one of the young men gave him something the size of a date stone.

Wang Zhi, who came back to his senses, felt very hungry. He didn't care what it was, and swallowed it in one gulp. After that, he was still admiring the two people's brilliant moves, and continued to stare at the chess game regardless of anything. Until I fell into God again.

"It's getting late, you should go home. Look, the handle of your ax is rotten."

Until a certain moment, one of the teenagers reminded him that Wang Zhi woke up immediately when he saw the ax in his hand.

When I looked around again, I found that there was only a mess in front of me, and the top was already in dilapidated condition, and there were no two little gods just now.

Terrified, he hurried down the mountain with a tattered axe.

Who knows, after he came back, he learned a piece of news that was even more unacceptable to him...

It turned out that he had lived in the mountains for several generations before he knew it. Originally, only some old people in the village knew that there was a man named Wang Zhi who went up the mountain in the generation of his grandfather. Then disappeared.

Of course Lin Dong had heard of this story.

He has also read similar novels.

However, he has always felt that this kind of practice already belongs to the immortal family's method, and he is afraid that he will not be able to touch it at all for a while.

But who knows, what he thought he couldn't touch, was taken out by Zhizhen and presented to him.

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhizhen coughed weakly for a while, stared deeply at Lin Dong and said, "I never imagined that the Taoist priest has not eaten for many years, and he is still so energetic."

"Oh, aren't you the same?"

Elder Lin Dong stopped barking and said something in a very aggressive tone.

Unexpectedly, Zhizhen pointed to the gourd that he had been playing with with a serious face and said: "The poor monk has the filling pill, it's nothing, the Taoist priest is really powerful..."

(End of this chapter)