Chapter 51: I have great ambitions, but I cannot accompany you

"Although I know it's rude to ask this, I still want to add one more thing. Fellow Daoist Ding, how do you feel?"

Looking at Ding Hai, who was surrounded by thunder and looked like the Lord of Thunder from heaven who had descended to the mortal world, Lu Zhuo asked expectantly.

"It's a piece of jumbled stuff, with too many loopholes and flaws, and limited means to deal with the enemy. You haven't brought out the full power of Qiankun Bagua at all.

Although the earth, water, wind and fire of the heaven and earth's primordial energy barely transformed into the four images, they lacked the charm of the four images and seemed a little artificial. "

"To sum up, it has some potential, but if you want to completely master this new formation and hone it to be as flawless as the Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts, it will probably take many years."

Ding Hai bluntly expressed his evaluation of this new formation, not caring how ugly Lu Zhuo's face turned pale and blue after hearing it.

"It seems that my new formation is barely acceptable to you, Brother Daoist Ding." Although Lu Zhuo was furious at Ding Hai's words, he still grasped the key point.

"The Eight Arrays of Gods and Ghosts encompasses everything. Without a brain as wise as Zhuge Wuhou, it would be difficult for an ordinary person to perfect this unique skill in his lifetime.

Your re-enactment of the earth, water, wind and fire, and your interpretation of the new formation of the Four Symbols Creating the Heaven may seem quite simple, but in essence it is not much different from the Eight Diagrams.

I am just transforming the things in the Eight Diagrams into my own things. This road is full of thorns and is no easier than climbing to the sky. "

What Dante Crab didn't say was that once Lu Zhuo really opened up this path, Wudang would probably produce another great talent like Zhang Sanfeng who dominated the martial arts world for a hundred years.

The Taoist Zhang in this world has similarities and differences with the one in Jin Yong's novels.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that Wudang was born because of him and became strong because of him.

No one knows the real name of the sloppy Taoist priest. All we know is that his surname is Zhang and he should have lived during the Song Dynasty.

There is no way to verify his specific master, but judging from his performance when he first entered the martial arts world, it should not have been very good.

During the Song Dynasty, this person was not outstanding. Zhang Ziyang, the head of the Five Southern Patriarchs, and Lin Lingsu, the Taoist master of the Divine Night, were the most famous Taoist masters at that time.

But after the fall of the two Song Dynasties, the sloppy Taoist who had been wandering around the two lakes seemed to have become enlightened. Not only did his Taoist skills improve rapidly, but his methods of exorcising demons and eliminating evil also matured rapidly after being baptized by the blood of demons and monsters.

According to the records of a certain generation of Maoshan ancestors, the sloppy Taoist at that time was like God's own son. He could gain enlightenment just by looking at a mountain or watching a river.

It is understandable to fight against higher levels when going down the mountain to slay demons and monsters. After all, the genius ancestors of Maoshan have done such things many times.

When they cannot defeat others, they often break through in battle and kill the monsters and demons, which is beyond everyone's understanding.

In the spiritual world, breakthroughs are never achieved overnight, but rather a process.

Breaking through to new levels is the fruit of this process.

Therefore, serious Taoists rarely go down the mountain to wander around, except when they are completing sect missions or traveling in the secular world to temper their Taoist faith.

I don't have the time.

Do you want to do morning and evening classes?

Do you want to refine the rituals?

Do you want to practice talismans and alchemy?

Do you want to meditate, practice qi, purify your magic power and improve your realm?

Any normal Taoist priest would need one.

Even slightly abnormal Taoist priests like Ding Hai have to do the latter two, but it is not convenient for him to purchase talisman paper and practice talismans now that he is in other people's mountain gate.

But Taoist Zhang didn't need to do that. When he was exorcising demons in the Jiazi period, he often did one thing after another.

Behind one demon are two monsters, and behind the two monsters are a group of ghosts. This kind of thing is a common occurrence for Zhang Laodao.

He rarely has free time throughout the year.

Ding Hai, the time traveler, has never been so busy as he is in these years.

Let’s get back to the topic of Lu Zhuo. Ding Hai is not optimistic about the path he has chosen.

There is only one Zhuge Wuhou, and there is only one Zhang Laita who makes all the demons and monsters in the world tremble in fear.

Although Lu Zhuo is also a genius, like Zhang Xilin, Shi Jian and others, his genius is not complete.

Not as stunning and dazzling as those legendary figures.

If one wants to deduce the Four Symbols Formation to the level of the Eight Formations of Gods and Demons, ordinary geniuses rarely seen in decades are just consumables.

It is estimated that it is a bit difficult for a genius who is rarely seen in hundreds of years.

Only a rare genius like Zhuge Wuhou and Zhang Laodao could accomplish this great feat.

If Ding Hai, who has already entered the level of genius, did not have the cheat of the Sky Eye that can observe the sky, he would definitely not touch this kind of "big project" that would trap him for the rest of his life.

"Fellow Daoist Ding doesn't seem to think highly of me."

Ding Hai did not try to hide his facial expression when he was thinking about something.

Lu Zhuo is not a fool, so he can naturally see it.

Facing Lu Zhuo's question, Ding Hai smiled and asked directly: "Does it matter to you whether I think it's good or not?" How could people like them who have already chosen their path change their course because of other people's ideas?

"It's not important, but it will affect my mood when pursuing the Tao. If possible, I hope I can seek the Tao happily instead of being afraid and timid all day long." Lu Zhuo, who knew that he would inevitably be beaten today, spoke frankly.

He bluntly pointed out that Ding Hai's pessimism has actually affected him.

After hearing Lu Zhuo say the word "emotion", Ding Hai, who was standing on the waves, remembered what he was here for.

It is too harsh to say that launching an army to punish the culprits.

Since he had already agreed to a sparring match with Lu Zhuo, he should have anticipated various situations that might be encountered during the sparring match.

Therefore, although being tricked by Lu Zhuo's self-destructive formation was beyond his foresight, he could not blame Lu Zhuo for it.

Just to paraphrase what Lu Zhuo said just now, you've ruined my sleepiness, so it's not a big deal to vent my grumpiness that hasn't even formed yet on you, right?
After beating Lu Zhuo up a whole size with his fists and feet, Ding Hai left with satisfaction.

As for the disciples of Wuyi Temple and the followers of various Dharma lineages gathered at the edge of Xinbo Lake, they had nothing to do with Ding, and he didn't know many of them.

Ding Hai already has the confidence to ignore everyone. If he doesn't let himself go under such circumstances, then what is the point of his practicing Taoism?

After returning to the guesthouse with Lin Jiu, looking at the brand new interior and the disappeared garbage, Ding Hai smiled and frankly accepted the kindness of Wuyi Temple.

Ding Hai knew exactly why Wuyi Shrine was so quick to honor him and why they cared about what he wanted and what he worried about.

Although he had been given the title of Five Heroes by Maoshan before, as well as a not-so-formal nickname of the Thunder King.

But in the spiritual world, he is just a junior who has not proven himself.

It sounds amazing, but it's actually just that simple.

Without the protection of Maoshan, he is no different from the top disciples of those small lineages.

Today, although he still has no outstanding achievements, Lu Zhuo has used the reputation he has accumulated over the years to pave a red carpet for him that is of considerable value.

A battle record that seems to be even more impressive than that of a Yin Shen master is not enough for the Wuyi Temple to treat him as a Yin Shen master, but it is still okay to give him some advantages to make friends with him.

After entering the bedroom, Ding Hai, who had lost all sleepiness, casually picked up a Taoist scripture that he had just added to the bookshelf, ready to use it to pass the time.

Not long after he opened the first page of the Taoist Scripture, he couldn't help but look up at Lin Jiu who had been staring at him since he entered the room and asked unhappily: "How long do you plan to keep staring? There's no flower on my face."

"If you have flowers growing on your face, I won't look at them." Lin Jiu subconsciously retorted to Ding Hai, making Ding Hai's face twitch.

"Uh, brother, don't be angry. Being angry is very harmful to your health."

Ding Hai glared at Lin Jiu unhappily and said, "If you were to tell me this, how could I not know it?"

"Can you tell me something?"

"Brother, are you really not the reincarnation of that old monster Yangshen?" Lin Jiu was also very curious about the question that Lu Zhuo had asked.

Ding Hai did not directly answer the question raised by Lin Jiu: "If it is possible to reincarnate and cultivate again, why do you think there are so many declining sects in this world?"

"It seems that there is indeed no example of us in Maoshan inviting the founder back to the mountain to rebuild." Lin Jiu thought about it and it seemed to be exactly as Ding Hai said.

Anyway, no sect has ever taken this theory seriously. "Since Ding Hai started practicing, he has never heard of any great being from the spiritual world who was reincarnated and came back to practice again.

The heaven and hell in the spiritual world are also different from the heaven and hell known to the general public.

In fact, the Heavenly Palace had already collapsed in an era long before the pre-Qin period.

There is no reincarnation channel in the underworld as invented by Buddhism. For most people, their three souls and seven spirits leave their bodies and return to heaven and earth after death.

Under normal circumstances, it is unlikely that a ghost will appear among a hundred thousand dead people.

If everyone turned into a ghost after death, there would be no place for living people in this world.

After resolving Lin Jiu's doubts, Ding Hai, who had no use for Lin Jiu for the time being, directly let Lin Jiu leave tactfully: "If you are fine, kneel down and rest."

But Lin Jiu didn't want to leave: "Wuyi Divine Son Li Shengbing asked me to ask you something by Xinbo Lake."

"Speak." Ding Hai, who didn't want to pay attention to Lin Jiu, spoke concisely.

Lin Jiu ignored Ding Hai's impatience and continued to speak: "He wants to ask you for help to rescue Wuyi Shenjun."

After hearing Lin Jiu's words, Ding Kai's face twitched again. Li Shengbing thought too highly of him. Going to Fukou City to rescue Wuyi God was something that he could do with his thin arms and legs.

"I'm not asking for your help in vain. In addition to the price offered by Wuyi Temple, the forces behind Li Shengbing are willing to offer the same price."

Lin Jiu also knew the danger of Fukou, but he had been getting along well with Li Shengbing during this period, so he at least had to convey everything he said to Ding Hai.

What he didn't know was that Ding Hai had discovered a bright spot in what he had just said: "You gathered the Three Poison Clones to help Wuyi Temple explore Fukou, didn't you do it for free?"

As for why Ding Hai knew that Lin Jiu had recently been helping Wuyi Temple explore Fukou.

Nonsense, he is just in seclusion, he is not blind.

Living in the same small courtyard, Lin Jiu often feels listless. If he is not like Zhuge Kongping, who was fooled by Wuyi Temple to play the clone player flow, what else could it be.

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