The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

He nodded to Hu Meiniang, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

Immediately, Mr. Qingfeng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but after a long time, until Murong Bai changed the table case and the things on the table case back again, Mr. Qingfeng still couldn’t adjust here. come over.

It was Murong Bai who comforted him with a smile, and then Mr. Qing Feng asked Murong Bai with a wry smile, "Your Master is a cultivator?"

Murong Bai nodded, and replied, "Yes."

Mr. Qingfeng thought of his own life experience, and looked at Murong Bai's young appearance, he couldn't help but sighed, "My son, you are really lucky."

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and a struggling expression appeared on his face.

But in the end, he finally opened his mouth to Murong Bai and asked the question that Murong Bai had already guessed that Mr. Qingfeng would definitely ask.

"Young master, look, old man... can I also have the opportunity to cultivate immortality?"

Facing the earnest light in Mr. Shang Qingfeng's eyes, Murong Bai did not intend to deceive him, but after shaking his head, he chose to tell the truth.

Murong Bai said in a deep voice, "Sir, you are too old and your bones have already been established. Unless you follow the Buddhist way of cultivating your mind, otherwise, if you follow other methods, you will never have any chance..."

Chapter 1225 Stunning Beauty

Chapter 1225

Hearing Murong Bai's words, Mr. Qingfeng's face was stunned at first, but then, it immediately turned into a state full of bitterness.

"Fomen?"

Just outside the city of Hangzhou, there is a Lingyin Temple, and hundreds of years ago, in this Lingyin Temple, a living Buddha with powerful mana and great reputation was born.

It is such a famous Buddhist temple. According to Mr. Qingfeng's habits, when he came to Hangzhou for the first time decades ago, he walked to the Lingyin Temple.

Because of Mr. Qingfeng's lofty popularity in the secular world, Lingyin Temple did not randomly appoint an elder to receive him. Instead, Zen Master Guangyuan, who was still the abbot of Lingyin Temple at that time, personally came forward to chat with him. a lot.

Even if Mr. Qingfeng is not a practitioner, he still knows very well that Zen Master Guangyuan is an eminent monk who can be ranked in the whole Kyushu of the world.

Therefore, Mr. Qingfeng naturally asked Zen Master Guangyuan about his practice while talking.

However, the answer he got at that time was an answer that was enough to make Mr. Qingfeng feel desperate.

Zen Master Guangyuan didn't directly tell Mr. Qingfeng's qualifications in practice. He just told Mr. Qingfeng a story, saying that there was an old boy in Hangzhou city. Unlike Mr. Qingfeng, he had a very high talent in reading. At the age of less than 20 years old, he has already joined the junior and middle schools and won the reputation of a scholar.

Later, he advanced all the way, and in just a few years, he has become the youngest number one scholar since the founding of the dynasty.

That old boy took the imperial examination all his life, five or sixty years.

But until he died, he was still just an old boy, and he ended up a lonely life with no one to die.

Zen Master Guangyuan told this story in a chatty tone, but Mr. Qingfeng is not stupid, how could he fail to hear the deep meaning in Zen Master Guangyuan's words?

Because of this story of Zen Master Guangyuan, Mr. Qingfeng has been in despair for decades.

Over the years, he has long forgotten the extravagant pursuit of immortality, and only put his heart and soul on the appreciation of landscapes, calligraphy, painting and writing.

Unexpectedly, Murong Bai said at this time that he actually still has a little hope.

Mr. Qingfeng was so excited that his eyes almost lit up.

He asked Murong Bai anxiously, "If I go to ordain and become a monk now, how many chances do I have for success in cultivation?"

Murong Bai saw the expectation in Mr. Qingfeng's eyes, but after thinking about it for a while, Murong Bai still poured cold water on Mr. Qingfeng.

He said slowly, "Sir, if you can live another fifty years, if you persevere, you may be able to gain a little bit."

Mr. Qingfeng heard the deep meaning in Murong's vernacular words, but he didn't give up.

Still keeping a close eye on Murong Bai, he continued to ask, "Can you reach the level of the young master?"

Facing Mr. Qingfeng's gaze, Murong Bai didn't answer at first.

It wasn't until Mr. Qingfeng couldn't bear it anymore and was about to continue asking questions, he smiled wryly and shook his head, "I have been practicing hard for hundreds of years since I was taught by my mentor."

Murong Bai didn't say much.

But just this short sentence is enough to smash all the extravagant hopes in Mr. Qingfeng's heart.

Mr. Aomine has passed his seventies.

Even if he is still in good health right now, who can guarantee that no serious illness or catastrophe will happen to him suddenly.

After all, he was indeed too old for his age.

"Ugh……"

Although there are still some doubts about Murong Bai's words that he has practiced for hundreds of years, but at this time, Mr. Qingfeng is not ready to continue to ask.

After sighing lightly, he uttered three words "stop" in succession.

"Come on, let's go, let's go!"

Coupled with the slumped look on Mr. Qingfeng's face, even Hu Meiniang standing behind Murong Bai is enough to see Mr. Qingfeng's depressed mood right now.

Of course Murong Bai could see it more clearly, so he just put the mutton fat jade bottle that he had taken out before, and put it in front of Mr. Qingfeng again.

"There is a panacea in this jade bottle, which can prolong your life and keep you free from illness and disaster..."

In the end, Mr. Qingfeng accepted Murong Bai's business, but he said that this time it was not the place to paint, and he wanted to invite Murong Bai and Hu Meiniang to his temporary residence.

In this regard, Murong Bai has nothing to refuse.