Gu Wuyou smiled bitterly: "I wasn't originally."

He meant that he was a Taoist priest, not a monk, but Lu Xuan misunderstood. He clapped his hands and stood up from the ground: "I'm very happy that you think so. In the past, you were weak and could only follow the Romans, but now I'm here.

You won’t need it anymore.”

Gu Wuyou didn't understand again, but he didn't ask further.

His eyes widened: "You're up!"

Lu Xuan: "Nonsense, although the walls of the warehouse are not cold, you two are standing and I am lying down, but those who don't know think they are saying goodbye to the body."

"But your legs..."

Lu Xuan jumped on the spot a few times: "I got the injection."

"Injection..." Gu Wuyou looked at the first aid kit on the ground with bright eyes, "That thing is so magical!"

Lu Xuan covered his head: "Oh my god, I'm pretending again. How long has it been since the interstellar explorer industry started? Even if you were unlucky a few years earlier than me, the medical technology is almost the same."

"What kind of interstellar explorer? I'm not."

"I've said it before, you don't need to be as careful as before, just hang out with me from now on. If we work together, even if we can't find a way home, it won't be a piece of cake to get along well among the natives."

Gu Wuyou thought for a while and asked, "Are you very high in cultivation?"

"Cultivation level? Not bad." Lu Xuan smiled proudly, "Driving... ah, driving a spaceship is not good without a good body. I exercise every day."

"How high is it specifically? Has it formed a pill?"

Lu Xuan looked too young, thirteen or fourteen years old.

But spiritual practice cannot be based on age.

This has two meanings. First, the achievements in cultivation depend on talent and hard work. It is the same whether it is a Taoist priest in the past or a monk today. Secondly, when cultivation reaches a certain level, a person's appearance will change greatly. A person may look small.

The stupid expert might live hundreds of years.

Lu Xuan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "I'm not my second uncle, so what kind of elixir can I get? Then again, could it be that you, a charlatan, have got elixirs?"

Gu Wuyou touched his nose: "Not yet..."

There is no way, don't even think about it in this life.

Lu Xuan: "In terms of physical fitness, I am definitely better than you. I can run 10,000 meters every day. I have also practiced martial arts. I want to know more about women's anti-wolf skills."

Gu Wuyou was greatly disappointed.

Although he didn't know what women's anti-wolf skills were, Gu Wuyou thought it was ridiculous for this guy to show off by running 10,000 meters a day. He and his master wandered around the world and were chased after being spotted, running for more than ten miles at every turn.

Is he proud?

Not to mention that taking Master back to the mountains would often require a long journey for a whole day or even several days.

Compared with him, ten thousand meters is... Hey, how far is ten thousand meters?

Gu Wuyou was suddenly confused because he discovered that not only did he know that "meter" was a unit of length, but he also had a rough estimate of ten thousand meters.

What's the point?

Could it be that, as the master said, he had awakened some kind of hidden attribute?

My heart was in chaos, and Lu Xuan's voice came to my ears: "Of course I listen to you, there are monks in this damn place, right? Don't worry, the practitioners are quiet and inactive, they are dedicated to attaining enlightenment and ascending, so they have no interest in us.

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Lu Xuanxin said, thanks to my second uncle who is a Taoist priest, he is quite familiar with the spiritual world.

Kongde's eyes lit up.

This Lu Xuan even knows how to be quiet and inaction!

Monks don't talk about being quiet and doing nothing.

In a sense, the decline of Taoist priests is precisely because their ideas are abandoned by the mainstream. When all practitioners gradually integrate into the secular world and no longer pursue seclusion and tranquility, the results of Taoist priests who still insist on the same old style and refuse to follow the trend can be imagined.

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You can say domineeringly, "If you believe it, go away, if you don't," hide away and continue to pursue your enlightenment and ascension, but the key to the inheritance of any profession is people.

If you fail to recruit disciples, the only result will be decline.

Ordinary people dream of becoming monks. Participating in the sect selection is like taking the college entrance examination or the draft. But they don’t even know what a Taoist priest is, so why should they hang out with you?

Gu Wuyou sighed: "You may have met a fake monk."

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"Is there something wrong with this damn place?"

After listening to Gu Wuyou's brief introduction to the monks, Lu Xuan felt very confused. The monks in this world sounded like they had nothing to do with "Tao". They practiced to improve their strength, dominate the world, and even become officials in the court - this world's monks

The imperial court was actually founded by practicing sects.

If it had been anyone else, he might not have felt there was a problem. Lu Xuan had a second uncle who was a Taoist priest, and he knew relatively well about spiritual practice.

In practice, the first thing to cultivate is the heart.

This is not an excuse given by the second uncle because he cannot practice anything, but a consistent view in the spiritual practice community for thousands of years.

Practitioners never dare to fight fiercely. Everything they do is to clarify their minds and nature and transcend the world. In the end, they took a blow and won the club's young model... Bah, they ascended to immortality and disappeared into thin air after losing.

The success rate of overcoming the tribulation is said to be appallingly low.

However, most practitioners don't actually have the opportunity to experience transcending tribulations. For example, Lu Xuan's second uncle will never be happy until he dies.

Kongde sighed: "It's been almost ten thousand years since something has gone wrong, Immortal!"

Although Lu Xuan had clarified that she was not a god, Kong De still refused to give up. He prayed that the gods would not be able to stand the chaos in China and come down to earth to bring order to the chaos for many years.

Gu Wuyou: "She is neither a god nor a monk. Master, don't count on it. As for what she is, I don't know yet. But at least one thing is certain - she has something good in her hands!"

Gu Wuyou glanced at the first aid box and then turned to Lu Xuan.

His eyes are burning.

Lu Xuan's expression changed and he put on a defensive posture: "What do you want to do? This explorer knows how to guard against wolves and specializes in the lower body. I'll tell you if I can turn you into a eunuch with one kick."

Gu Wuyou smiled slightly: "You are too short to reach me."

Lu Xuan: "The monkey steals the peach and searches the bag to retrieve the item!"

Gu Wuyou waved his hand: "My master is seriously ill, and I am not in the mood to tease you. Just now... you easily cured your broken leg with an injection. The method is very miraculous. Can you help me see it?"

Comte suddenly became looking forward to it.

Who would want to die if they can live, even if life is a little bitter?

Lu Xuan looked at the old man: "What's wrong with him?"

"When the oil is exhausted and the lamp dries up, the medicine and stone are ineffective."

"Speaking like a human being." Lu Xuan rolled his eyes, "It's too general to say that the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. You have to tell me the specific disease so that I can know whether it can be cured. Traumatism and broken bones require bandaging injections. Infections require anti-inflammatory drugs. Calcium deficiency.

Calcium supplementation, artificial plasma for excessive blood loss..."

Gu Wuyou spread his hands: "That's what the doctor said, why don't you take my pulse?"

Lu Xuan burst into laughter: "Feeling the pulse...I would also like to hear and hear the patient. I'm sorry, I'm not a doctor and I don't know how to treat people."

Comte finally gave up completely.

Lu Xuan was indeed not a god, an omnipotent god, so how could he treat a mere mortal? He was still going to die. Although Comte was disappointed, he didn't care too much. He managed to live for more than sixty years, which was enough for him.

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What he lamented was that he was rejoicing in vain.

Are there any gods?

"Okay, let me tell you about the old Taoist situation."

Seeing with her own eyes Lu Xuan gave herself an injection, injected some strange milky white liquid into her leg, and after speaking for a while, she was resurrected with full blood. Gu Wuyou was very impressed with her ability - or the treasure in her hands.

, still very confident.

"My name is Gu Wuyou, and this is my master Kong De. We are liars, but we are also helpless liars..."

Gu Wuyou quickly explained the miserable situation of the two Taoist priests.

Lu Xuan nodded: "It sounds quite miserable. Go on, if you can help me, I will definitely help. Who knows that we are fellow villagers, my seventh uncle and grandpa... ahem, my second uncle is also a Taoist priest."

Comte's illness, to put it bluntly, meant that he had suffered to the extreme.

The world only recognizes monks. In the eyes of ordinary people, if you are not a monk but still go around with a shy face all day long, it is a typical example of not doing your job properly.

However, for Kongde's masters and disciples, they are Taoist priests, pursuing the path of ascension and not doing their proper work is only natural and right, and this is their last bit of dignity.

Not having enough to eat, sleeping on the street, being beaten up after failing to swindle... Gu Wuyou has experienced all of this, but the veteran Kongde has experienced it for a lifetime. The human body has limits, and long-term malnutrition will inevitably backfire as one reaches age.

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Comte didn't feel too surprised, because his master died at about his age.

In other words - he has experience.
To be continued...