The car was driving smoothly.

Luo Hao didn't sleep well last night and lay in the car and was sleeping casually. He heard them chatting.

"The Mingyue Temple Master passed away a few days ago. The selection of the new Temple Master should be about to begin, right?"

"It seems to be the day after tomorrow."

"Oh, we still did not receive any notice as usual."

"Haha, I'm used to it."

"Don't talk nonsense," said Zuo Taoist priest with a bad face. "If you work harder on weekdays, learn this method well, and win glory for this sect, it wouldn't be like this!"

The three of them dare not say anything more.

"But, alas, it's not your fault." Zuo Taoist sighed, "Master's temperament is really weird."

This sentence aroused Luo Hao's curiosity: "How come your master's temper is weird?"

"Don't mention it," said Zuo Taoist, "In fact, our Feixia Temple has always been very famous in Taoism hundreds or even hundreds of years ago, and other sects also respect us very much. Unfortunately, the leaders of all generations were very paranoid about the word "teaching according to their aptitude". They only taught the skills to those who are most suitable for learning, and for other disciples with average qualifications, they taught them casually."

"I can understand that all the leaders of the sects wanted to cultivate perfect disciples, but there are so many people in this world with good qualifications? They have to be young people with minors? In addition, modern and modern technology has developed rapidly, and fewer and fewer people are interested in Taoism, so fewer and fewer people come to the door to learn from, and even fewer and fewer people are qualified."

"If you can't find a disciple with good qualifications, our sect gradually declined. Other sects are full of people. Let's look at our sect, alas..."

Taoist Li said: "Senior Brother Zuo also has a high understanding and qualification in alchemy, so his master taught him alchemy skills with all his money. For us ordinary disciples, we really just teach some basic skills casually, and we don't teach any of the unique skills of this sect."

"I once told my master that diligence can make up for my shortcomings," said Zuo Taoist priest. "Don't pay so much attention to talent and qualifications. Teach the secret skills of our sect to other disciples. In this way, Feixia Temple will not be so declining, but he was scolded by the master to make him feel bloody."

"To say something very disrespectful," said Daoshi Zhou, "I think the master's sense of responsibility is very poor."

"Shut up!" Zuo Taoist priest's face turned cold, "Your conscience is eaten by the dog when you dare to say bad things about your master!"

"Uh, I'm sorry, senior brother."

Luo Hao raised his eyebrows: "Then what are the unique skills of your sect?"

"We have many unique skills in Feixia Temple," Zuo Taoist priest showed a proud look, "talisman technique, alchemy, Taoist craft, Qimen, puppet... Let's put it this way, since the emergence of Taoism, all the techniques have been available in this sect, and they are all excellent."

"Many people think that my alchemy skills are very powerful, and even many major sects want to dig out my corners, but they don't know that I've just learned a little bit of fur."

Luo Hao nodded: "So, if your master can change his mind, your sect can still be carried forward."

At the same time, Luo Hao's heart also became itchy. If it was really like what Taoist Zuo said, he would have to think about joining their sect to learn something.

At around 2 p.m., they finally stopped at the foot of a big mountain.

Originally, Luo Hao thought that as a disciple like Zuo Taoist could drive a luxury BMW, the Taoist temple should not be short of money. As a result, when he went up the mountain and came to the door of the Taoist temple, he was shocked.

What a Taoist temple?

The dilapidated mountain gate, the broken stone lion, the mottled plaque... This is more like a temporary resting place for a Beggars' Sect!

"I said, you are so rich, why don't you pay for the Taoist temple to practice well? This is too broken!" Luo Hao asked the Taoist Zuo.

Taoist Zuo sighed: "Do you think I didn't tell my master? But my master disagrees! He said let everything be natural!"

"Damn, awesome." Luo Hao thought to himself, no wonder no one of you came to the door to become a disciple. Who would come if you broke this way?

At least the storefront should be installed better!

"Then you have money and so many people want to poach you, why are you still staying here?"

Taoist Zuo said: "If I am a teacher for one day and my life will be my father. If I can achieve this today, I will be cultivated entirely by my master. If my wings are hard, then what is the difference between it and beasts?"

Luo Hao picked his thumbs up.

After entering the Taoist temple, a little Taoist boy came up and said, "Several brothers, are you back?"

"I'm back," Taoist Zuo touched his head, "Where is the master?"

“Master is in the quiet hall in the backyard.”

Taoist Zuo led everyone to the backyard. Along the way, Luo Hao looked at the dilapidated buildings around him and thought he was really drunk. He didn't do the storefront and the inside were not done, so he convinced this strange-tempered master.

However, he noticed something. Although the entire Taoist temple looked very dilapidated, the statues of the Sanqing Hall in the Sanqing Hall were spotless and did not look dilapidated at all.

Several people stood in front of a room, and the Taoist Zuo respectfully said: "Master, the disciple is back."

After a while, an old voice came from the room: "Come in."

Several people opened the door and went in, and saw an old Taoist priest with white hair sitting on the wooden bed opposite.

The old Taoist priest was meditating with his eyes closed, sitting upright, with no wrinkles on his Taoist robe on his body, and he looked like a fairy-like Taoist priest.

"Disciple, pay homage to Master." Zuo Taoist priest and others bowed.

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes, looked at them, then looked at Luo Hao standing beside him, and asked, "Who is this young man?"

"Master, this is Luo Hao..." As he said that, Taoist Zuo briefly introduced.

"Lan Cultivator?" A light appeared in the old Taoist priest's eyes, "Little brother, how old are you?"

“Seventeen.”

"A seventeen-year-old casual cultivator can reach the fetal breathing stage?" The old Taoist priest was obviously a little surprised. He walked down from the cushion and walked to Luo Hao's side, stretched out his hand and grabbed Luo Hao's wrist.

After exploring Luo Hao's meridians, the old Taoist priest was puzzled: "Little brother, can you take off your clothes and let me see you?"

Luo Hao was stunned: "Take off your clothes? What do you want to do?"

"From your pulse, there seems to be a very special energy in your body. Take off the clothes from your upper body and let me touch the bones for you to see how your roots and bones and qualifications are." The old Taoist priest said excitedly.

Luo Hao looked confused and disgusted!

This old Taoist priest is a pervert, a big pervert, and a super pervert!

"Why do you say that?" the system asked, "Why are they perverted?"

"He wants to touch the mushrooms!" Luo Hao said, "He wants to touch my mushrooms! He is not a pervert, what is it!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!