Chapter 4: A Small Class of Strange Things, the Law of the Jungle

It was already high in the sky when Wu Yi memorized the "Small Zhoutian Moving Technique". Perhaps because he was fully focused on reciting it before, Wu Yi was very sensitive at the moment. He heard a lot of footsteps from a distance. Wu Yi hurriedly opened the door to welcome them out. Not far from the door, a group of people were carrying various items, including incense burners, fine wood, magic swords, yellow talismans, etc. However, the Taoist child from yesterday was nowhere to be seen. Only a middle-aged Taoist in red clothes was directing them.

Wu Yi went forward to greet him with courtesy and thoughtfulness. He secretly thought that there were three deacons in the temple, namely the master of weapons, the master of clothing, and the master of ceremonies. The one in front of him should be the master of weapons, Zhou Chongju.

Zhou Chongju looked him up and down, his eyes showing a sneer, and said in a firm tone: "You are Wu Yi, the new disciple of the temple master."

Don't think that deacons like Zhou Chongju do some work of distributing secular things. In fact, most of them have reached the peak of Qi training. They can't get a position in the Qi Gate, so they come to the Taoist temple to work. Who knows one day they will open their meridians and return to the inner gate. Therefore, facing Zhou Chongju's rudeness, Wu Yi replied calmly: "My disciple is Wu Yi, and the master has worked hard all the way."

"I am sending all the training materials by the order of the temple master. Tomorrow is the time for teaching. Don't miss the time." Seeing Wu Yi's respectful manner, Zhou Chongju didn't want to say more cold words to Wu Yi. He reminded Wu Yi that in the past, there were always new disciples who didn't know the rules, only cared about their own training, forgot the teaching time, and finally didn't practice much results.

"Disciple save." Wu Yi nodded.

After a while of busy work, the Taoist priest in red clothes did not stay any longer and led a group of servants down the mountain.

When Wu Yi returned to the cave, he could not help but glance at the red bead standing on the candlestick. He did not know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the light emitted by the red bead was a little dim. He did not dare to underestimate it. Wu Yi walked into the bead and stared at it intently.

In terms of the appearance of the bead, it was similar to ordinary rare treasures, or even worse. Not to mention those fellow disciples who were dressed in fine clothes and fed with delicious food, even the strong man who delivered the food, there were many bead better than this one. And this is exactly why the bead was not discovered to be abnormal, even Wu Yi would not have discovered it if it was not a coincidence.

After the danger yesterday, Wu Yi now pays more attention to the bead and dares not be careless.

Wu Yi stared at the bead with his eyes. The bead seemed to have spirituality, rotating faster, and jumping up and down from time to time.

It stands to reason that the change of the bead should make Wu Yi panic, but strangely, he did not feel strange, as if it should be like this.

Wu Yi couldn't help but stretch out his right hand to hold the bead. The bead jumped suddenly and fell into Wu Yi's hand. It was warm and smooth to the touch, with a faint warmth, probably because of the burning of the candle.

Looking at the bead, Wu Yi's face was calm, and he actually felt a sense of blood and milk blending in his heart. It was so strange. It seemed that this bead was created by him.

Shaking his head, Wu Yi smiled bitterly, drove away this ridiculous idea in his mind, put the bead back to its original place, and Wu Yi went to study the classics again.

It is a blessing, not a disaster. It is a disaster that cannot be avoided. Things have come to this point. I can't bear to throw it away. Ignoring it may be the best choice.

Early the next morning, Wu Yi set out from the top of the mountain and went straight to Mingdao Peak. Today is a small class, and only two classes of disciples have arrived. Before, Wang Chuchen's class was a large class, and all disciples had to arrive, and they went to the main hall, Mingxin Hall.

Small classes naturally did not have this treatment. They went to the side hall, the Cleansing Hall. Although it was a side hall, it was still empty with 40 or 50 people in it. The cushions were placed far apart to prevent whispering.

Wu Yi was one of the first batch, but not the first one. The seats were first come first served, and there was no seniority. However, the immortal way was on the left, so Wu Yi's group of new disciples sat on the right, and the senior brothers from the previous class sat on the left.

Wu Yi went straight to the front and looked around. About one-third of the new disciples came, but only one disciple from the previous class came, sitting very close to the front.

In fact, if there were no magic, most of the time the disciples in the temple would be used for cultivation. Most of the people who came to listen to small classes were new disciples. They were not familiar with cultivation. They came to listen to the master's teachings. The disciples who entered early did not have to come every time. As long as they passed the test, the master would not blame them.

After a simple look at the faces of the visitors, Wu Yi retracted his gaze, knelt on the cushion, and closed his eyes to rest.

As a new face in the class, most of the disciples had only met Wu Yi once. Most of the disciples who came were talking about him. Even if he closed his eyes, Wu Yi heard many comments, which were nothing more than envy and jealousy of the two factions.

Wu Yi smiled and said nothing after hearing these, as if he had not heard anything, like an old monk meditating, which made many people who wanted to test him feel sorry.

In fact, to remain unchanged in the face of change is Wu Yi's best choice at the moment. In any case, Wu Yi is a disciple recruited by the master of the temple. Some methods cannot be used by those who don't like him. All he needs to do is to follow the old deeds of Wang Chuchen. Wang Chuchen entered the Tao in his middle age and made rapid progress. Who would question the decision of Lingya Zhenren now?

Not long after, when - a long bell sounded, unlike the big bell that was struck during the big class before, it could only be heard in one peak.

Hearing the bell, the disciples who were originally in groups of three or five and whispering to each other straightened their clothes, looked straight ahead, and knelt upright on the cushions. The hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The bell stopped ringing, and an old Taoist in a black robe entered the hall from the side door. He waved his sleeves and knelt on the cushion at the top. He was not in a hurry to give a lecture, but looked down first.

There were more than 20 people on the right and only 4 or 5 people on the left, which was about the same as usual. When he saw Wu Yi, his eyes stayed for a moment and then went over. When he glanced at the first person sitting in the front row on the left, he showed regret, which made Wu Yi, who had been subconsciously paying attention to the old Taoist, look at the senior brother.

He was about 20 years old, with a handsome face, sharp edges and corners, and a strong look. Such a person should be a proud person. Is there something wrong with his cultivation? Wu Yi lowered his eyelids and thought.

"Today I will talk about the method of gathering qi." The voice of the old Taoist lecture brought Wu Yi back to his mind, but the content of the words shocked Wu Yi's heart. The first four changes of Qi refining in the first Qi Gate are to get angry, gather qi, absorb qi, and condense qi, but Wu Yi has not even completed the anger. Isn't it a waste of time today?

The Jianyi disciple sitting in the front left narrowed his eyes, as if he thought of something, and then stretched them out, sitting there quietly with his eyes closed.

This determined disciple is called Li Tian. He was born in the Li family of Runan. He entered the sect three years ago. He felt the energy within three days. After that, he was able to perform the three transformations with ease. His Dantian Qi Sea was full and he soon reached the stage of Qi Refining. He was a child of destiny.

But during a subsequent ritual he went down the mountain, Yin Qi entered his body. This Yin Qi was extremely difficult to deal with and could not be completely eliminated. He had to seal it in his Dantian and use the spiritual energy to dissipate it bit by bit. However, he did not expect that Yin Qi was extremely difficult to deal with and ordinary spiritual energy could not do anything to it. He had to use the innate Qi to dissipate it, that is, the true Qi seed. When the Yin Qi was completely dissipated, the true Qi seed would probably be almost gone. The true Qi seed was the basis for mobilizing the rest of the spiritual energy. By then, even if he had a body of spiritual energy, he would not be able to use it, which was equivalent to being wasted. How could Li Tian, ​​who had been practicing smoothly all the time, be willing to accept this?

After many unsuccessful attempts, Li Tian returned to his origin and tried to comprehend the Qi again, hoping to comprehend a more tenacious innate Qi and dissipate the Yin Qi. He had come to listen to such elementary courses several times in a row, but gained little. He was going to give up, but he was unwilling to give up, so he had the idea of ​​giving it one last try.

He heard that the course on comprehending Qi would be taught today, but after he came, he suddenly heard about gathering Qi. Although he was ashamed and annoyed, he remained calm on his face. This matter could not be blamed on the Taoist in black robes. According to the speed of cultivation of new disciples, the speed of gathering Qi was the normal speed. Moreover, after all, he came to listen to the course on comprehending Qi just to try his best. If it didn't work out, he could only find another way out.

But someone actually deceived me. Did they see that I had no future and wanted to set up another school? Li Tian thought to himself, unable to suppress his anger.

The Taoist in black robes talked freely on the stage, but Li Tian was not interested in listening to the lecture. There was another person who was the same as him, that was Wu Yi.

However, one of them had practiced for a long time, and even if he gathered more spiritual energy, he would not be able to use it. Instead, he would let the spiritual energy run around and go crazy because he could not control it. The other one had never practiced before, just like asking a person who could not walk to run. How could it be possible?

Wu Yi thought of what Zhou Chongju said to him the day before. He didn't know whether he didn't see that he had never practiced, or whether he wanted to embarrass him. Thinking of this, Wu Yi couldn't help but shake his head helplessly. Even if he wanted to plot against him, how could he explain it? He might as well listen carefully.

Although Wu Yi couldn't combine the explanation of the black-robed Taoist with his own practice, he still memorized it like he did when he listened to Wang Chuchen's explanation last time, but it was really hard to remember it so rigidly.

Finally, the black-robed Taoist said that today's explanation was over, indicating that today's small class was over. Everyone stood up and bowed, saying: "Farewell, Master."

The black-robed Taoist stroked his beard, nodded and smiled, and went out from the side door.

Everyone stood up and left in twos and threes. At this time, Li Tian, ​​who was standing at the end, said slowly: "Junior Brother Liu, wait a moment." Many people stopped and watched the upcoming scene with interest. Wu Yi, who originally did not want to contact these brothers too early, also slowed down and waited for the incident. The Taoist priest who was walking in the front turned around. He looked a little thin, and a look of panic flashed across his face. Then he smiled and said flatteringly: "What do you want, Senior Brother Li? As long as I can, I will do it for you."

Li Tian looked up and looked directly at Junior Brother Liu. His face was cold and his tone was stiff: "It's okay, Junior Brother. I listened to the master's class and I don't have any doubts for the time being."

Junior Brother Liu smiled awkwardly. He heard what Li Tian meant and waved his hands helplessly: "Senior Brother, this is not my fault. The masters do whatever they want, which is beyond my ability!"

"Oh, really?" Li Tian's eyes were fierce, and he walked forward and said coldly: "Then it's my fault."

Kacha-Wu Yi looked up and saw Li Tian put one hand on Junior Brother Liu's shoulder, with a smile on his face, which was extremely terrifying.

Junior Brother Liu resisted the pain and pulled back, holding his shoulder, looking straight at Li Tian, ​​saying: "This arm is my apology to you, Senior Brother. Will you be satisfied?"

Li Tian snorted and glanced at the people around him coldly, and everyone retreated tactfully.

But before Wu Yi reached the door, a black shadow flew from behind him, and he hurriedly dodged to the side. He looked closely and saw that it was Junior Brother Liu.

Bang, there was a heavy landing sound. Junior Brother Liu vomited blood after landing, his uninjured hand covered his chest, his face was distorted, his hair was messy, and he looked like a madman.

After Li Tian came out, he glanced at Junior Brother Liu with disdain, and then glanced at everyone fiercely. Seeing that everyone bowed their heads, he held his head high and strode away.

Seeing Li Tian walking away, a senior brother from the previous class spoke up: "This Li Tian is so arrogant. Junior Brother Liu is a regular disciple after all, but he is so cruel."

A senior brother standing aside heard this and whispered: "Don't look at Junior Brother Liu's miserable state. In fact, it's all external injuries. He will go back and mobilize his spiritual energy for a few weeks. Although Li Tian is arrogant and domineering, he dare not really destroy Junior Brother Liu."

"Having said that, how can you save face after being humiliated like this?"

"Is face more important than cultivation?"

...

When everyone talked about this, they couldn't help but feel sad for the rabbit's death, and they dispersed in a short while.

Wu Yi, who was walking at the end, happened to see Junior Brother Liu, who was lying on the ground, slowly getting up and moving with difficulty. The first thing he did after he stood up was to spit fiercely in the direction where Li Tian was walking, and he couldn't suppress his vicious look.

Perhaps seeing Wu Yi staring at him, Junior Brother Liu gritted his teeth and his eyes were spitting fire, as if he saw a mortal enemy.

Wu Yi had no intention of understanding the grudges between them, and looked down on those who bullied the weak and feared the strong. He shook his head and turned to walk towards his own cave.

Behind him, Junior Brother Liu limped away, his body hunched over and panting like a cow.