Hearing what I said, the fatty rolled his eyes and flipped his T-shirt over, revealing his fat belly. "I'm afraid that Officer Wang won't be surprised. He'll only think that there's something wrong with the two of us."
After saying that, he sat on the ground and didn't want to leave. He continued to mutter, "Why is it so hot? I don't care. I want to rest."
Just as he sat down, he seemed to feel uncomfortable. He turned his head and saw a rock that was as tall as a person. He jumped up and sat on the rock, fanning himself.
"You're at the Glorious Consciousness realm, but you're so tired from climbing the mountain. Don't you feel ashamed?" I looked at the fatty, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Can't you use your Dao energy to dissipate the heat?"
"You should try to use your Dao energy."
The fatty rolled his eyes at me and said, "Ever since I came up the mountain, I felt that the Dao energy in my body was changing very slowly. It's obvious that there's some kind of restriction, but it's not to the extent that I can't use a trace of Dao energy. However, they've already set up a restriction. It's not good to go against them, right?"
I was stunned. Then, I activated the Dao energy in my body. Just as the fatty said, I felt a trace of resistance when I activated the Dao energy. However, with my Heavenly Master cultivation, the resistance was so small that it could be ignored. That's why I didn't notice it.
The place where Wangwu Grotto-Heaven was located should be the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in Wangwu Mountain. Not to mention anything else, there should be a True Dragon's Vein inside.
Otherwise, the cultivation of the people inside would be a big problem.
Since there was a True Dragon's Vein, it wouldn't be a problem to use the power of the True Dragon's Vein to set up a restriction that hindered the movement of Dao energy.
Moreover, the restriction wasn't as simple as suppressing Dao energy. Once Dao energy was used to resist the restriction, it would definitely cause a fluctuation. Thus, the restriction also had a warning function.
Just as we were talking about the restriction, a young Daoist suddenly appeared next to us. He stared at the fatty with his round eyes and looked dissatisfied. "Stand up. Who allowed you to sit there?"
The fatty and I were bewildered. We lifted our heads to look. The little Daoist was around eleven or twelve years old. He had delicate features, red lips, and white teeth. He wore a cyan Daoist robe, but he didn't look like an immortal. We only felt that he was exceptionally cute.
Facing such a cute little Daoist, although he was scolded, Fatty did not feel embarrassed. Instead, he teased him and asked, "Oh?
Then tell me, why can't I sit here? "
"This is the Spirit Stone passed down by the ancestors of our Taoist temple. How can we allow you to tarnish it like this!"
The Little Daoist stretched out his hand and pointed at the rock below Fatty's buttocks. He had an indignant look on his face as if Fatty had done something that deserved to be struck by lightning.
I was bewildered and bent down to look. Sure enough, there was a small sign next to the stone. The sign looked old, and there were four traditional Chinese characters on it: "No climbing."
At this time, Fatty also saw the small wooden sign and immediately became unhappy. He shouted, "Aren't you trying to blackmail me? Who can see such a small sign?"
Hearing that he was slandered as blackmail, the Little Daoist was also unhappy. He pouted and said with grievance, "Normally, no one comes here. Even if someone comes, there are so many rocks beside us. Who would purposely climb up to such a high rock to sit …"
He wasn't speaking nonsense. This was a rock that was as tall as a person. Even if a normal person wanted to sit on it, they might not be able to do so. Fatty was just arguing with me and purposely sat on it.
Fatty was a bit embarrassed by what the Little Daoist said. However, this fellow still had a child's heart, so he decided to act shamelessly. He sat on the edge of the rock and kicked his legs. He said with a smile, "Look, the wooden sign says that climbing is forbidden, but I didn't climb it. I sat on it, so it doesn't count as breaking the rule. Don't you think so?"
This caused the Little Daoist's morale to drop. He had probably never seen such a shameless person like Fatty. His chubby little finger pointed at Fatty. His small face was red, and he couldn't say anything for a long time.
Looking at the two of them playing around, I didn't pay much attention to them. I turned around and looked around. I realized that the fatty and I had walked to a secluded place. There was a dense forest all around us. We were walking on a small path, surrounded by mountains and forests. There were no longer any crowds like the tourist attractions we had seen before.
Just a few hundred meters in front of us, there was a shabby Little Daoist temple. This temple was very different from the tourist attractions from before. It looked like it hadn't been repaired for a long time. I didn't know how many tiles were missing from the roof. I really suspected that when it rained, it would rain heavily outside and drizzle inside.
In an isolated place, there was a shabby Little Daoist temple and this Little Daoist … Interesting …
I pondered for a while and thoughtfully looked at the angry Little Daoist. I also felt like teasing him. I opened my mouth and asked, "Is that your Daoist temple in front of us?
Why does it look so shabby? It can't be compared to the ones we saw before. "
The Little Daoist was holding back his anger, but he didn't notice it. Hearing what I said, he immediately got angry again. He looked at me angrily and retorted loudly, "What do you know!
We are the orthodox ones. Those shabby temples outside are just scamming you tourists for money! "
"Then why is your orthodox one so shabby? The ones outside that you said are all lies. They are grand and majestic, but who knows how many times better than yours."
The Little Daoist was obviously hit on his sore spot. He jumped and said, "What do you know, we are the orthodox …"
"Who said that you are orthodox?" I continued to smile as I asked unhurriedly.
"My master said it!" Talking about his master, the Little Daoist puffed out his chest and looked like he was in the right.
"Does your master's words count?"
"Of course my master's words count!"
"But isn't your master also in this temple?" I sighed. "Isn't this just selling melons and boasting?"
The Little Daoist was stunned. He clearly didn't think that I would say that. He stood there blankly and opened his mouth. He didn't know how to retort.
"It seems like your Daoist temple is the one that's deceiving people."
I sighed and intentionally shook my head. I said with a regretful expression. "That's true. It's so shabby. Who would believe that they are the orthodox ones? How could a temple that has truly inherited the orthodox ones not have money to decorate themselves?"
"You … You're talking nonsense!"
The Little Daoist saw that I had already come to a conclusion and became even more angry. He pointed at me with tears almost coming out.
"Did I say something wrong?"
I spread my hands and put on an innocent expression. "If you were really a legitimate successor, would you not have enough money to buy yourself a new set of clothes?"
Then, I intentionally pointed at the patch on the Little Daoist's Daoist robe.
The Little Daoist's face flushed red. It seemed like I touched his sore spot. He pouted and couldn't say anything.
"Okay, okay. Fatty, let's go."
I sighed and waved my hand. I said to the fatty. "Let's go to another Daoist temple to offer incense. I'm afraid it's useless to offer incense in this deceiving temple."
"You can't leave!" Hearing that we were going to leave, the Little Daoist immediately panicked. He walked forward and grabbed my sleeve.
I turned my head and purposely frowned. "Why won't you let us leave?
Are you really going to scam us? "
"It's not scam us!
You are really sitting on the spirit stone passed down by my master! "Although he was a bit dizzy from what I said, the Little Daoist was stubborn.
At this time, the fatty had already jumped down from the rock. I chuckled and looked at the Little Daoist. I pointed at the fatty. "Look, he's already standing up. If you still don't let us leave, he's going to sit back down."
"You, you, you!"
The Little Daoist was so angry that he didn't know what to say. However, he didn't let go of my sleeve. After a while, he said, "I don't care. You have to come with me to the temple. I'll report this to master!"
I looked at him strangely. "If it's really our fault, we should be running now. Why do we have to go with you to the temple? Do you think we're stupid?"
The Little Daoist was stunned. He seemed to think that what I said made sense. However, he still didn't want to give up. After thinking for a while, he made a fierce expression and said to me, "You can't run. If you chase us away, I'll use the Daoist spell that my master taught me to beat you up!"
After saying that, he suddenly covered his mouth. "That's not right. My master doesn't allow me to use Daoist spells …"
The Little Daoist seemed to be unwilling to give up. He hesitated for a while before glaring at me. "Even if I secretly use it, master won't know!
Hurry and come with me! "
The fat man looked at him and laughed. I smiled and nodded. "All right. If you don't use Daoist spells to beat us up, we'll go with you."
The Little Daoist let go of my sleeve and led the way. From time to time, he would look back as if he was afraid that we would run away.
The fat man followed behind me. He frowned and whispered to me, "Third Baby, we should go to Wangwu Grotto-Heaven to find Officer Wang. Why are you playing with this Little Daoist?"
"Don't worry."
I smiled and shook my head. "Did you notice anything strange about this Little Daoist?"
"A strange place?"
The fat man frowned and mumbled, "Isn't he just a kid at the Dragon Seeking Realm …"
As soon as he said that, he realized something was wrong. The fat man looked enlightened. "This kid is also a cultivator!"
I nodded. "This kid is around eleven or twelve years old. Don't you think it's strange that his cultivation base is close to sealing acupoints at such a young age?"
"If that's the case, why is his sect in this kind of place?" The fat man finally put on a serious face and muttered, "Is this shabby temple fake?
It looks shabby from the outside, but it's a different world inside. I heard that many Daoist sects like to play like this. "
"Let's go in and take a look." I smiled and followed the Little Daoist into the shabby temple.
As soon as we entered the temple, I felt an old, rotten smell. I lifted my head and saw that the inside of the temple was shabby. The wood looked like it had been eaten by insects. I wondered if it would collapse in the next second. Spider webs grew between the pillars. At first glance, it didn't look like anyone had cleaned it.
The Little Daoist saw us looking around and blushed. However, he didn't explain much and just said, "Let's go quickly. My master is inside."
At this moment, I couldn't be bothered to bicker with him. Instead, I was quite curious about the master that he was talking about. This Little Daoist was at the Dragon Seeking Realm, and had even reached the late stage close to perfection. Then, his master should be a sealing acupoint expert at the very least, or even Glory of Consciousness.
The Glory of Consciousness realm was considered not bad among cultivators. Disregarding the high and mighty Celestial Masters, the Glory of Consciousness realm could be said to be the backbone of the entire cultivation world. Even in a place like Celestial Master Sect in Mount Longhu, a Glory of Consciousness realm cultivator was enough to be a hall master. Why was he willing to teach a little Daoist in this shabby temple?
If this little Daoist was really talented, then he should be allowed to enter Wangwu Wonderland to cultivate in the dragon vein. If his talent wasn't enough, then he wouldn't need a Glory of Consciousness expert to accompany him. Thinking that, I became more and more curious about the master that this little Daoist was talking about.
Very quickly, we entered the main hall. At the very center of the main hall was a clay statue. Under the dim light, it seemed quite mysterious.
Below the statue, an old Daoist sat on a praying mat, his eyes closed in meditation.
"Master!"
When the little Daoist saw the old man, he immediately pounced over with a face full of grievance. He loudly complained, "Master, they took our spirit stones. I told them that we are the most orthodox in the mountain, but they didn't believe me!"