Strong support!】

Li Dazhi sat on the futon and waited drowsily.

This day and night was quite magical.

He has now understood his situation - because of the illusory theory of luck, he was regarded as a great treasure by this great immortal sect.

Li Dazhi hasn’t figured out other things yet, but he knows one thing:

As long as I get mixed up in this Wan Yun Sect, I will have less resistance and more protection on my spiritual path in the future.

This can be considered an unexpected surprise.

It's just a pity that he and his son managed to acquire the wealth in this world.

Li Dazhi also heard that Wan Yun Sect tried to block the news from the outside as much as possible, not wanting other monastic sects to know that Wan Yun Sect had acquired a disciple with top luck. However, there were some disputes internally, and many elders in the sect wanted to accept him.

He, an ordinary businessman, is a disciple.

——Great luck has a driving effect, and mentoring and apprentice are great causes and consequences. Accepting Li Dazhi as a disciple can drive your own luck.

After several rounds of debates, the immortals have now reached the final round of "recruiting disciples". An old immortal who is said to be very good has just come out of seclusion and has surpassed the current head master and several supreme elders.

Li Dazhi understood that he probably wanted to worship this golden immortal as his teacher.

He was actually quite unhappy, feeling like a pendant being snatched away from him.

As for what the Golden Immortal is, Li Dazhi has no clear idea at the moment.

In the past, Li Ping'an was the one who took care of the cultivation matters himself, so Li Dazhi didn't ask any questions.

While he was thinking wildly, Li Dazhi suddenly heard a gentle greeting from behind him: "Little friend, what's your name?"

Little friend?

He's already half-body buried in the ground, but he's still a little friend!

Then, Li Dazhi looked up and saw this old immortal with white hair and white beard and a skinny face, and he was immediately convinced.

If he was half-buried in the earth, the old immortal in front of him would look like he had just been lifted out of a coffin that had been sealed for hundreds of years.

"Dazhi, Li Dazhi!"

Li Dazhi forced a tired smile: "What do you call me, Old Immortal?"

"Hahaha!"

The old man stroked his beard and laughed.

The middle-aged man standing next to him smiled and said:

"Don't be rude! This is the founder of our Wan Yun Sect. The Wan Yun Sect was founded by this immortal! The founder is also one of the only three golden immortals in the sect. He has the Taoist Fruit of Immortality. Over the past tens of thousands of years,

They are all famous in this land of Dongzhou."

"Hey," the old immortal waved his hand, "I am a member of the Wanyun Sect with the name Kong Ming. You are blessed with great luck and great qualifications. I shamelessly want to accept you as my disciple. Are you willing?"

Li Dazhi looked at the leader, who nodded with a smile.

Li Dazhi was about to kowtow.

"Master!"

A suspicious voice came from the side:

"Master, you once said that you would accept the disciples within a hundred years. Many talented people in the sect are gearing up and waiting for Master to come out.

"Today, my master did not do any screening and directly accepted this ordinary businessman as his apprentice. I am afraid that... it will attract criticism from my fellow disciples."

The head of the Wan Yun Sect frowned and said, "The Patriarch Kong Ming has protected our Wan Yun Sect for tens of thousands of years. Does he still need our consent to accept his disciples?"

Taoist Kong Ming smiled with narrowed eyes and didn't say much.

When Li Dazhi heard this, he was sure that the little old man in front of him was the strongest, most powerful, and most senior immortal in the sect. How could he miss such an opportunity?

By rounding things off, wouldn’t my family’s seniority level increase?

At that moment, Li Dazhi ignored the stern looks of several senior cultivators on the side, stood up and kowtowed directly at Taoist Kong Ming.

"Master, please bow to me, disciple!"

There is also something special about this. 'Disciple' sounds much closer than 'disciple'.

Taoist Kongming nodded slowly and raised his hand to gently touch Li Dazhi's forehead.

Li Dazhi's body was wrapped in a flash of green light, and the turbid aura dissipated on its own. His whole body lost weight twice.

"good."

The old Taoist glanced everywhere. All the immortals bowed their heads in congratulations, but no one dared to say more.

Kongming Taoist said warmly:

"Pindao doesn't have to deal with recruiting disciples this time. From now on, Li Dazhi will be Pindao's last disciple.

"Master, please take him through the Immortal and Mortal Palaces, enter the Immortal Book of my Wanyun Sect, and then send him to Pindao Cave."

The leader on the side said yes with a smile.

"Master! I have another son..."

Li Dazhi looked up, but the old immortal was gone.

The headmaster walked up with a smile, helped Li Dazhi up personally, and said congratulations.

There were several old immortals around them who walked away with displeasure on their faces.

"Junior Brother Dazhi."

The leader said warmly:

"I already know about your heir. There are some things I still want to tell you. There are some taboos here."

…

Five days later.

The front mountain of Wanyun Sect and Liuyun Temple.

Li Ping'an yawned, stretched his fists and feet in his small courtyard, and moved his legs and feet that were sore from meditating all night.

Deacon Wei Yanzi said it right, the most important thing in the mountains is freedom.

With the grain elixir here, you don’t have to worry about going hungry;

There is a clear channel from the mountain spring in the backyard. If you bring a few buckets into the house, you don't have to worry about being thirsty.

Besides eating and drinking, there is also practice.

For Li Ping'an, the only bad thing was that the Taoist robe promised by Deacon Wei Yanzi was not delivered to him.

He went to the front yard to look for it, but there was nothing he could wear. He could only hang out a robe to hang out.

At night, he took a ladle of water to take a shower, but he didn't have any replacement underwear. He could only wrap a quilt around his waist and meditate while his underwear dried. This made Li Ping'an feel quite ashamed.

When Li Pingan is walking outside, he often sees some teenagers.

The young people were either posing in the courtyard as if they were practicing some kind of martial arts, or they were meditating on the eaves facing the rising sun, with meticulous expressions.

Li Ping'an doesn't like to talk to others. Most of the time he just watches for a while and then goes back to his small courtyard.

If the influence of his father was not considered later, according to his original plan, he only had three years.

If he cannot be favored by the immortals within the inner sect within three years, the only way left is to take the examination from the outer sect.

It’s also quite dynamic.

Every time after taking Wugu Dan, Li Ping'an would miss his father, wondering if his father would be able to have enough food and clothing; he could only console himself that his father's great luck would not cause any trouble.

For five days in a row, Li Pingan meditated in his house.

The exercises and classics he had access to at the moment were this visualization picture and the few hundred words of the formula. He didn't even know the realm of cultivation after the Qi-training realm, the God-gathering realm, and the Condensing Light realm, so he just started to focus on it.

Qi Pei Yuan.

As an adult without the innate vitality brought from the mother's womb, this step becomes particularly difficult.

In a daze, Li Ping'an vaguely felt the weak spiritual energy flowing in the air, and relied on breathing to absorb the spiritual energy into his chest and abdomen. However, the spiritual energy floated out after just wandering around, leaving only an extremely weak trace.

I have always heard before that practicing Taoism as an adult without Yuanyang will be several times more difficult in the beginning.

Only after he truly experienced it did he realize how difficult it was.

What to do?

What else could he do? He was the one who had fun when he went out with his girlfriend in college. He had already enjoyed it, and now he could only bear the consequences.

One word - grind!

At noon, Li Ping'an was sitting shirtless in front of the visualization picture, comprehending the profound meaning of the mantra, feeling the flow of spiritual energy inside and outside the house, and thinking about how to improve the efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy.

Suddenly, Taoist Priest Wei Yanzi shouted outside the door:

"Li Pingan! Where is Li Pingan! Come quickly! The deputy head wants to see you! It's in the front yard, hurry up!"
To be continued...