It Doesn't Matter Which Sect of Cultivating Immortals You Want to Join.

Xiang Mingyu had just picked a futon and sat down. Before he could listen carefully to the lecture, he heard Patriarch Bodhi sitting in the seat ask: "What kind of path does this young master come from afar to seek?" Xiang Mingyu stood up in a hurry, not knowing how to answer, so he said: "I don't know!" "Don't know? Don't know what the Tao is? Young Master, if you have unique insights into this Tao, you can talk to the old Taoist about it." "The so-called ignorance means emptiness, nothingness, and ignorance. This way is different from the ordinary way - Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where can it cause dust?" There were spectators in the cave who couldn't help but clapped their hands and praised loudly: "Wonderful, wonderful!" Xiang Mingyu couldn't help but blush to his ears when he heard this, and secretly said in his heart that this was "nonsense"! The Patriarch Bodhi seemed to have read through his mind and said helplessly: "It's really ridiculous. How can you be like a rogue monkey grandson and drive him out and be responsible for cleaning the fallen leaves in front of the cave door every day?" Many Taoist priests in the cave burst into laughter upon hearing this. Xiang Mingyu's face turned redder and he ran out dejectedly. Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Xiang Mingyu was standing outside the Zhengdong Mansion with a rotten broom, secretly learning the Taoism learned by his brothers, when Patriarch Bodhi quietly came behind him and tapped Xiang Mingyu three times on the back of the head with a whisk. Xiang Mingyu felt pain and thought about which senior brother was teasing him again. Who wanted to turn around, but saw Patriarch Bodhi looking at him with an angry look on his face, and immediately apologized: "My disciple is wrong, I shouldn't be lazy to learn the Taoism of my senior brothers."