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The night fades away and the morning light has just begun.

There is a hidden sound in the manor built along the mountain. Soon, smoke from cooking fires rises and the aroma of porridge and rice disperses.

In the side room, a little Taoist priest got up, dressed, and went out. Although he had been down the mountain for quite a long time, he had not lost the habit of getting up early for many years.

If he was on the mountain, he should go to fetch water, cook, and wait for morning class, but the people at the foot of the mountain are much more diligent than him and have already gotten up and been busy.

At this time, he had already smelled the fragrance of the rice.

"After morning class, then eat."

The little Taoist priest swallowed. Last night, he quietly ran to the kitchen to steal some meat. The taste was really beautiful.

As he recalled in his heart, he turned around for a few times and came to the backyard, a quiet yard.

There are light and sounds in the yard, and there seem to be quite a lot of people.

but……

He looked at the two altars built in the yard, and even though he had seen them many times, he couldn't help but feel a "knock" in his heart.

It has been a while since the two altars were built, but before yesterday, the altars were in shape, but at this time, the whole picture was hidden.

Red candles, sandalwood burners, sandalwood discs, water purification cups, simple methods, wooden fish, divination pictures, etc. are all available.

The lack of "Moyun Ling" is the real altar.

"Do you really have the chance to see Master Stepping on the Gang? I don't know who is going to be in trouble..."

The little Taoist priest felt pity and a little throbbing.

Although there has always been a saying of practicing Taoism and martial arts in the "Moyun Temple" where he is, most of the disciples and disciples have only heard of it.

"You should not look at the altar in detail. It is a death sentence for blasphemy to the ancestor!"

A voice came from inside the house to scold him.

The little Taoist priest was shocked and hurriedly bowed his head to apologize. At this time, another person's voice came:

"Canlap, come in quickly! Today, if your master misses the teachings, there will be no chance again..."

"yes!"

The little Taoist priest shuddered and pushed the door open.

The whole body of the house was covered with wooden boards, with various patterns on it. There were people sitting on several futons. The one in the middle was an old Taoist with a young face and a crane-haired hair.

Holding a whisk in his hand, his eyebrows drooping.

He is his master and a master of the wonderful Dharma.

Beside him were two slightly younger Taoists, one of whom had cinnabar on his eyebrows, but he was his master, Taoist Miaoyun.

"Sit down and listen."

Miaoyun raised her hand and the invisible energy closed the door.

The little Taoist priest of the Skylark sat down quickly, a little nervous and curious, not knowing why his master suddenly preached.

"lark."

The little Taoist priest just sat down, and the old Taoist in the middle had already spoken:

"You have been in the school for nearly eighteen years. You have been fetching water, cooking, doing morning classes, chanting scriptures every day, and repeating the scriptures. Do you have any complaints?"

"The disciple has no complaints."

The lark lowered his head.

"Everyone with the same sect can practice martial arts, but you can't do it. It's reasonable to have complaints. However, if you don't let you practice martial arts, you will have your own intentions."

The Taoist of Miaofa spoke lightly:

"You also know that Moyun Sect has two inheritances of 'Tao' and 'Wu'. Your talent in the path of martial arts is only average, but it is a natural seed of Taoism."

"My master wants to pass on me 'special skills'?"

The lark looked up and was surprised.

"Taoism!"

The voice of the Taoist Master Miraculous Fa sank.

"Well! Senior brother, it's just a name, why bother with it?"

Looking at his only disciple, Taoist Miaoyun spoke:

"The so-called Taoist art is not a legendary magic, but a general term for a kind of Qimen martial arts that is derived from martial arts but is obviously different from ordinary martial arts.

Such magic is extremely powerful, and it is difficult to get started and make progress. It requires extremely high talent for the caster..."

"Extraordinary Technique."

The skylark suppressed the excitement in his heart and listened quietly.

“How can it be the same?”

The Taoist Miaofa looked unhappy:

"The so-called extraordinary skills are derived from supernatural powers, but the Taoist skills of this sect come from the supernatural powers of his master!"

Taoist Miaoyun retorted:

"Where does that martial art come from?"

"you!"

The Taoist Miaofa glared at him and almost left, but he still held his guard down. He stopped looking at his junior brother and looked at the skylark in a deep voice:

"Your master doesn't know the arts, but you must not think so. Otherwise, one day, you will fall into danger when you meet other people with Taoist skills."

His expression was solemn that Yun Li didn't dare to refute, so he could only nod.

"Extraordinary arts are derived from martial arts, but not necessarily higher than martial arts. However, Taoism is derived from the legendary magical powers of immortals and gods. Although they cannot compare with the legendary magical powers of moving mountains and filling seas, they are also superior to martial arts!"

The Taoist Miaofa said slowly.

Both the old Taoists beside him were a little displeased:

"Why is it above martial arts?!"

"Everyone can learn martial arts, and every generation can pass on the Taoist techniques at most, and each generation can pass on the top and bottom, which is beyond doubt."

The Taoist Miaofa snorted coldly:

"The ancestor left a message that in ancient times, only those who have the fruit of Taoism could start a sect and teach their disciples. Why? I didn't say it in the past, but I just didn't want to attack you.

Today, I said!"

Speaking of this, he took out a token full of gold with his backhand and said:

"According to ancient times, those who have attained the Taoist fruit can hold supernatural powers, but the Taoist fruit is rare and even fewer supernatural powers. Even if they set up sects, their disciples must rely on the divine seeds to enter the 'gate of practice'..."

"Divine Seed?"

Now, the two old Taoists were also a little surprised.

They naturally knew that all the Taoist techniques in the sect had to be used through the "Moyun Ling", but they did not expect that they would not be able to get started without the Moyun Ling.

"Is this the God seed?"

"No, a seed of magical powers!"

When you stroke your long beard with your hands, the face of the wonderful Taoist Taoist is beautiful:

"The inheritances of each school are different, some are based on talismans, some are based on swords and swords, and some are based on books. The root of this thing can be investigated. This thing is called the 'Divine Seed'."

"Divine Seed."

The lark swallowed his saliva and his eyes were scorching.

Over the years, he has not learned any martial arts except for his blood exchange. He himself is quite eager for martial arts, but at this time, it is naturally different.

"Master has hidden it deeply enough. I have never revealed a word for it for so many years..."

Miaoyun and another old Taoist looked at each other, and they were both helpless.

"Mo Yun Ling, one generation can only pass on one or two people, what method does the teacher have?"

The Wonderful Pharaoh shook his head slightly:

"Even if I weren't Yu Wanghai's aggressiveness, I would have to wait until I die of breath before I say..."

"Yu Wanghai..."

Both old Taoists were silent.

No one expected that the younger brother, who was kicked down the mountain to make a living, would make the entire sect rest in decades.

"He sent his son to my school for more than 20 years and ignored him. What was his idea? He didn't know if he was an old Taoist?"
To be continued...