I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 424 - 276: Where Is the Law? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 424: Chapter 276: Where Is the Law? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

May 9th.

Chenxi just appeared, as if a young painter were unfolding the first splendid scroll across the eastern horizon with his delicate brushstrokes.

Morning glow woven like fabric.

A vibrant display of nature’s vitality and spirit.

Strands of morning light pierced through the light purple smoke swirling above the incense burner, like a silversmith’s needles precisely adorning the plaques in front of the ancient hall.

The golden brilliance and the old wood grain set each other off, adding a touch of the sacred and the elegant to this tranquil scene.

As the first rays of sun gently embraced the rolling distant mountains, the light smoke surrounding the incense burner also began to dissolve into the breeze.

Like a dreamlike morning melody, announcing the quiet awakening of a new day.

Xi’an, Qingfeng Temple.

In the quiet courtyard.

A young man in his twenties was slowly bringing his palms back to his Dantian, moving fluidly as if he were a cloud drifting over water, all in one breath.

His hands intertwined, naturally hanging by his sides.

Eyes closed, concentrating, he immersed himself in a realm of tranquility.

Afterwards.

He took a deep breath of the crisp morning air, as though attempting to incorporate the essence of the first sunlight into his bosom, merging with him to display a superlative state of harmony with nature.

Then, he slowly exhaled...

Of course.

All these actions had no special effects.

It looked like just a deep breath taken by the young man.

At most, the young man’s complexion appeared fuller and more ruddy compared to many young people in the modern society who are in sub-health.

Once all the movements were completed.

The young man clasped his fists and bowed to the old Taoist in front of him.

"Very good, very good!"

"I think your form now nearly matches my strength in my youth, quite an impressive young fellow!"

The old Taoist couldn’t help but reveal a smile,

Continuously praising his clever disciple in front of him.

Hearing this, Qing Yuan also felt somewhat embarrassed, scratching his head with a smile.

He had an innate unique talent for the breathing technique and the set of Combat Skills taught by his master.

Now he had mastered them.

Empty-handed, he could easily handle four or five people at once.

"However, you must understand that these techniques are meant for cultivating life and character, for protecting the world and its people, not for engaging in brawls and fights."

"You’re good in all respects, but your heart is often restless and not at peace. If you don’t change this, I’m afraid it’ll lead to serious problems in the future."

"Don’t just focus your thoughts on these matters, read more scriptures, cultivate your mind, as the sages before us have shown, to cultivate both essence and life is the Great Way."

"So..."

"As I mentioned before about working hard and living frugally, you might consider starting that soon."

The old Taoist laughed, stroking his beard, after praising his disciple for a while.

Then, as usual, he spoke of the importance of cultivating one’s character and then brought up Qing Yuan’s holiday work and frugality.

In this modern society, studying might not be the only path, but it is definitely the simplest, easiest, and most accessible one.

Qing Yuan, an orphan he had adopted, was not entirely disconnected from the outside world.

This child not only studied regularly.

But he was also required by his master to work and live frugally.

"I will follow your teachings, Master!"

The young man bowed.

But then he asked, "Master, you often speak of your youth, but how formidable were you back then?"

A hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

"Enough about that, it won’t hurt to tell you now."

The old Taoist shook his head and then smiled as he spoke.

"It must have been in the ’30s or ’40s? I was younger than you when Japan was intolerably oppressive, and I left the mountain in indignation."

"Fortunately I found one of their bases, snuck in under cover of night, and with my sword, I dispatched two lookout Japanese demons."

"Then, after familiarizing myself with the firearms and ammunition I took from them, I managed to eliminate a total of sixteen Japanese demons located in that yard."

"Do you understand why I emphasize cultivating your character? Our lineage values decisiveness in killing. Without a cultivated character, one can easily cause great chaos."

"You shouldn’t have learned the self-defense techniques of our school before your character was sufficiently mature, but since you learned so quickly, all I can do now is urge you to cultivate your character."

The old Taoist’s words were somewhat rambling.

Mainly because he was too concerned about his own disciple.

In the past few years, officials had come to say they would regulate religion, and small temples like theirs, with only a dozen people, were likely to be merged into larger ones.

When the time came, he could rely on his seniority to get a job at the Taoist Association or the Religious Bureau, and the other elder disciples were settled in their homes and careers.

By then, he feared he wouldn’t be able to watch over Qing Yuan, his youngest disciple, all the time.

Moreover, it is a society based on the rule of law now.

So, he couldn’t help worrying a bit about Qing Yuan, who knew a few Martial Arts moves.

"Yes, yes, I will definitely work on cultivating my character."

"By the way, did you really use firearms and ammunition to take down an entire small base? Not with a sword?"

"You are a Martial Arts Master, after all!"

Qing Yuan couldn’t help but press for more information.

He couldn’t help it, having grown up in a Taoist temple, yet never lacking exposure to various modern cultures.

He always felt that people of Taoism like himself had quite a few tricks up their sleeves.

At least he, who learned the family’s Combat Skills, could really take on five or six at a time, so surely his master must be even more powerful, right?

"What else?"

"Sir, times have changed. How can one be a Martial Arts Master if they can’t use a gun?"

The old Taoist shook his head and rolled his eyes for once.

In this world, there aren’t so many fanciful and fantastical occurrences, firearms are the eternal truth.