Shen Changwei died while out training, but his disciples didn't know that they not only continued to manage the sect in a disciplined manner, but even accepted a disciple for him.
Others take in disciples to drink tea, but I can only offer incense to take in disciples. Shen Changwei's ghost wanders around his sect every day, but he can't get close to his disciples who are highly cultivated and stable in the spiritual platform. Fortunately, this cheap disciple of mine has a low cultivation level and has a good spiritual platform, which can let him fall asleep and teach him some things late at night.
Shen Changwei intended to tell his disciples that he was dead through his junior apprentices, but several of his apprentices just smiled coldly, thinking that the junior disciples were having a nightmare.
His eldest disciple stood with his sword in hand: Master's swordsmanship is superb and invincible. How could he die?
His second disciple was dressed in white clothes and looked like a fairy: Master Taoism should be the first in the world, and heaven will not let him die.
His third disciple raised his eyebrows: Master is the one who can make the city full of rose flowers. Who would be so cruel as to kill him?
In the end, even the young disciple didn't believe it. He hugged Shen Changwei in his dream and refused to let go: What the third senior brother said was indeed true, the master loves to joke.
Shen Chang was slightly worried. He was pulling his hair down in fistfuls. If he was really as powerful as they said, how could he be besieged to death? More importantly, how could he convince them that he was dead?
Intention: The principles in the world are all about spiritual practice, no distinction is made between high and low