Chinese students at Hogwarts

‘Create. Good fortune jade plate? ’

Zhang Chengdao laughed loudly: "Are you shocked? Your father and I were also shocked when we first found out.

However, it is not as magical as in mythology. The most important thing is to select disciples. "

"Dad, what about those people on Longhu Mountain whose descendants are not on the Immortal List?"

Zhang Xiao asked curiously, because from the perspective of human nature, just like AIDS in certain positions, it can only be transmitted through blood, ml, and mother-to-child transmission.

How could those people want their children to lose such an opportunity?

Although there are not many people in Taoism who are married and have children, there are even many people who are directly associated with Taoism.

But there are still some.

Even a monk whose state of mind is far beyond that of ordinary people would not be willing to accept it. If he could accept it halfway, his morality would be far beyond that of ordinary people.

Zhang Chengdao was silent for a moment, with a trace of sadness on his face:

"This is indeed a problem that has troubled the Taoist sect for a long time, and it even almost split because of it. Finally, after a series of discussions, Longhu Mountain, Wudang Mountain, and Qingcheng Mountain were created."

"Huh? Isn't that -"

Zhang Xiao suddenly closed his mouth. Since Zhang Guangzheng can be self-taught, he is obviously not a fool. He said in horror:

"You mean those secular sects were founded by the descendants of Longhu Mountain who are not on the Immortal List?"

Zhang Chengdao glanced at him:

"Son, regarding the Longhu Mountain in the secular world, the relationship between Longhu Mountain and the Taoist Longhu Mountain is very complicated. I will talk about this slowly when I have time to go back.

But these sects in the secular world actually play a very important role, and are not just a simple place of placement.

In fact, Daomen's jurisdiction over Longhu Mountain is not large, which is one of the main reasons why they are willing to cut off, that is, to maintain independence. "

Zhang Guangzheng sneered and said disdainfully: "Bah, since you can't practice, then just enjoy the glory and wealth in the world, right?"

Although he hates Zhang Guangzheng, Zhang Xiao also understands that his words are biased, but they also make sense.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

Zhang Xiao and Zhang Chengdao walked slowly. The square was deserted. Every household turned off the lights, locked the doors, and huddled under the quilt, as if this way they could stay away from danger.

Only a few Taoist priests wearing tattered robes that had turned white after washing were still waiting in front of the nearly scrapped van.

Seeing Zhang Xiao and his son coming over, the middle-aged Taoist priest tidied his clothes and tried to make himself look cleaner and tidier.

Then he slowly walked over with four disciples who were still a little confused.

It wasn't until he got closer that he saw a dark figure in Zhang Chengdao's hand.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was startled, but he still bowed politely:

"Mao Xuexian, a disciple of the Shangqing Sect, has met the Immortal Master!"

When Mao Xuexian bowed down, a pair of hands held his shoulders and lifted him up gently. He looked at the immortal master in front of him in surprise.

Although there are records of some immortal deeds in the sect, he has traveled more than half of China and solved many strange things, but he has never seen a real immortal.

He even thought in despair that people are just people, and there can't be any immortal-like figures.

If the methods taught in the sect were not really effective in dealing with those weird things, he would have almost believed in science and rejected feudal superstition.

But the golden light shining in front of my eyes today was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the layers of dark clouds.

Let him see the light!

Immortal! It must be an immortal!

How come ordinary people have golden light coming out of their bodies! And he easily solved the evil ghost that he thought was destined to die. If this isn't the method of an immortal, what is it?

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind. This was a rare and rare destiny that countless people were looking for!

Zhang Xiao didn't speak, but squinted his eyes and wildly asked his father questions.

‘Dad, didn’t you say that many secular sects are held by descendants of cultivators?

Why does this Shangqing disciple seem to know nothing? ’

Zhang Chengdao's thin voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Everyone who goes to secular sects is given a hush-hush order. Only they know about it, and no one else knows."

Turtle! Is this the sound transmission into the ear? Why haven't you seen dad use it before?

As if reading minds, Zhang Chengdao's voice came over again:

"There is no need to be surprised. The sound is transmitted into the secret, and the distance it is used is very short. It is only used for small talk during conferences on the mountain. It has no practical value."

After saying this, Zhang Xiao found that his father's expression suddenly became serious.

It seemed that there was still a feeling of admiration in it, and he solemnly returned the salute, and it was actually the same as the Taoist priest's normal salute!

"Go to Longhu Mountain, go to the Tianshi Mansion - Zhang Chengdao! I have met fellow Taoist!"

Mao Xuexian was so flattered that he wanted to return the gift in fear, and kept shouting:

"Don't dare, the immortal master has broken me."

Not only Zhang Xiao, but even Zhang Guangzheng also had his mouth wide open now. He prided himself on being superior to others and had long regarded ordinary people as similar to objects.

In order to create the last of the Seven Evils, he killed more than a dozen people at will.

Although Mao Xuexian was a Taoist priest, he was an ordinary person and was not looked down upon by Zhang Guangzheng.

"Hahahahaha, the majestic young master of heaven, a man among the gods, and a mortal are giving a courtesy!

Zhang Chengdao, you really disgrace the monk, bah, is he worthy? Something like an ant! "

Finally, Zhang Xiao saw the chill on his father's face, and his father became angry.

He was not angry when Zhang Guangzheng insulted Longhushan before.

There is no anger when speaking nonsense.

But these two words at this moment made Zhang Chengdao angry.

He gave Zhang Guangzheng a cold look. Zhang Guangzheng wanted to continue yelling, but suddenly his heart felt cold, as if he would die in an ugly way if he talked too much.

"Noisy!"

Mao Xuexian only felt the majesty of this immortal Haosheng, but ignored Zhang Chengdao's words of 'going up to Longhu Mountain' and 'going to the Tianshi Mansion'.

He asked cautiously with expectation:

"Master Immortal, are there immortals in the world? Are you an immortal?"

Zhang Chengdao looked at him and said solemnly:

"Fellow Taoist, I know the confusion in your heart, and I also know what you want. Your path is not in the immortal gate, but in the world of mortals."

Mao Xuexian said tremblingly:

"What the Immortal Master means is"

“Practice Taoism all your life and follow the circumstances, be leisurely when you are poor, and be leisurely when you are rich.

The sun is three feet high and I am still sleeping. I am not a god. Who is a god? "

Zhang Chengdao raised his hand again:

"Fellow Taoist, it's late at night, why don't you sleep?"

This dialogue, which was like a heavenly book, made the four disciples of Mao Xuexian's eyes roll in circles. They couldn't understand it at all!

Are you having a conversation?

But Mao Xuexian understood. He closed his eyes, but two lines of hot tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

When he opened his eyes again, he showed an open-minded smile with great relief:

"It is enough to die in the morning and die in the evening. There are immortals in the world, and that is enough.

Thank you so much for your guidance! "

He waved his tattered Taoist robe:

"Disciples, let's go!"

The four apprentices were confused, but they still followed their master obediently into the broken bread truck.

I saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the van slowly moved away under the clear night sky.

The father and son stood there, watching the car leave.

But I heard Mao Xuexian’s voice coming from the car:

“Practice Taoism all your life and follow the circumstances, be leisurely when you are poor, and be leisurely when you are rich.

The sun is three feet high and I am still sleeping. I am not a god. Who is a god? "

As the car gets further away, the sound gradually fades away.

"If it's not a god, who is a god?"

"Who is the god?"

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