"This..."
Seeing Zhang Tian's forehead being touched by a hand, Zhang Qilin wanted to intervene, but was stopped by Zhang Tian with one hand.
For a moment, the entire Taoist temple seemed to fall silent.
Gradually, the Taoist priest in front of him slowly lowered his hand, and his expression changed from shock to composure.
"Do you have a master?"
He spoke again, and Zhang Tian blinked.
Could it be that this master wanted to take him as a disciple? No way, no way, was he the protagonist?
"No."
Zhang Tian said calmly, his eyes devoid of any ripple.
The Taoist priest took a deep breath.
"All this cultivation of yours, did you discover it yourself? Including the techniques?"
The one-brow Taoist priest spoke again, and Zhang Tian nodded again. He felt that this mysterious old man was quite strange.
It was like an interrogation.
The Taoist priest's eyes were a little excited. For someone to cultivate to this extent with just one technique, without a master's guidance, it was simply a once-in-a-thousand-years encounter.
He recalled that in his youth, he was a rare genius in the Taoist temple, appearing only once in three hundred years.
He was even on par with his senior brother, Si Mu, in the temple.
Now, seeing Zhang Tian, he felt that all his pride was in vain.
"Good, what's your name?"
"Zhang Tian."
"Wait a moment."
He said, and under the bewildered gazes of everyone, he slowly took out a palm-sized stone.
"Come, Little Tian, quickly put your hand on the stone. It feels very comfortable."
Zhang Tian: ...
Good heavens, you can't fool a child like this!
Did he take Zhang Tian for an idiot?
The next moment, Zhang Tian's hand landed on the stone.
In the eyes of Hu Bayi and the others, the stone actually began to emit a faint, strange glow.
Finally, the glow settled on gold.
Now, even without knowing what the stone did, they knew that this light was definitely extraordinary!
"Holy crap, a golden legend!"
Fatty exclaimed.
And the Taoist priest beside him almost dropped his eyeballs.
"The Ancestor is manifesting, the Ancestor is manifesting, am I seeing this correctly?"
"Could this be the Sacred Body of the Taoist lineage? No wonder his cultivation is so rapid. Our lineage is fortunate, no, I, your disciple, am fortunate for three lifetimes!"
He muttered to himself, his entire body trembling.
Soon, he calmed his emotions.
"Little Tian, your master has a question for you. Have you practiced the arts of Qimen Dunjia..."
The one-brow Taoist priest had an ethereal demeanor, but the talisman on his head was exceptionally distracting.
Zhang Tian: "Master???"
Hu Bayi: "!!!"
In an instant, everyone was stunned. Good heavens, was this guy being overly familiar?
And how did he know he cultivated Qimen Dunjia?
Despite his confusion, Zhang Tian still spoke calmly.
"Uh, Daoist priest, what is your honored surname and given name?"
"Daoist priest and I are strangers. Please show some self-respect."
Zhang Tian said with a serious expression.
"What? Asking your master for his surname and given name? And saying you want to cultivate together at night? That's great!"
"Remember, your master is the most outstanding among the most outstanding disciples of the famous Maoshan Taoist lineage. I am Lin Changsheng, nicknamed 'One-Brow'!"
He said proudly, a hint of satisfaction showing on his face.
"Uh, Daoist priest, I am not your disciple, and I am not interested in cultivating with you together."
"Besides, are you very powerful?"
Zhang Tian felt that this guy had a thick skin and was also hard of hearing.
"What? Disciple, you're praising your master as powerful? How did you know? Did you see your master bring the dead back to life? You can too!"
"As long as you follow your master, let alone bring the dead back to life, I can turn the living into zombies. No, I can even turn zombies into living people!"
As the one-brow Taoist priest spoke, Zhang Tian felt uneasy. Was he cursing him?
"Uh, cough cough... Daoist priest, we are just passing by. Do you know the terrain here?"
Zhang Tian rubbed his cheek, gradually losing his patience.
"What? Disciple, you came specifically to find your master and brought gifts? No need to be polite, we are family..."
"Boss, this guy, is he deaf?"
Fatty whispered in Zhang Tian's ear.
"He's not deaf, he's brainless."
Zhang Tian said, feeling speechless. This Taoist priest, no matter how you looked at him, was unreliable.
"Alright, disciple, your master won't say much more. As long as you acknowledge me as your master, I will bestow upon you the complete version of Qimen Dunjia."
"And I will also assist you in your cultivation, how about it?"
He said, and then, from somewhere, he pulled out a jade pendant, smiling slyly.
In an instant, Zhang Tian realized why he knew what he had learned; it turned out he had learned it too.
"What?! Master wants to teach me Qimen Dunjia? How could this kid dare to refuse? I will definitely learn it!"
"Master, you are truly the best master in the world!"
Zhang Tian said with feigned excitement and surprise.
Wang Fatty: "???"
What happened to brainless?
"Good, obedient disciple, follow your master."
With that, the one-brow Taoist priest slowly walked to a corner. He carefully handed the jade pendant to Zhang Tian and began to try to guide Zhang Tian in his cultivation.
They began cultivating together.
Zhang Qilin frowned at the side, Zhang Tian was too casual.
This was also the first time the one-brow Taoist priest had truly guided someone, and he was a bit reserved.
Soon, the one-brow Taoist priest was astonished. He found that Zhang Tian's cultivation speed was too fast, and his foundation was solid.
"Back then, I was a rare genius, appearing once in three hundred years. You can be considered a rare genius of a century."
The one-brow Taoist priest said to Zhang Tian, still maintaining a hint of his former pride.
Soon, he gradually discovered something was wrong.
"His blood seems to have a trace of extreme Yang energy, like the Qi of a Qilin..."
Thinking of this, the one-brow Taoist priest was completely dumbfounded.
Now, Zhang Tian was not just a once-in-a-thousand-years talent, but a once-in-ten-thousand-years talent.
"My Qingfeng Temple is saved, I can finally get revenge!"
He was extremely excited, his hands trembling, but he could only suppress his excitement.
Because he didn't want others to see his excited side.
"Old Hu, Big Brother is really lucky, he's found a master for free."
Fatty pouted.
"Fatty, this is really strange. Why do we always deal with ghosts every day?"
"The princess was a ghost, and now Big Brother has found a ghost master..."
Hu Bayi said with a dejected expression. In their team, was there no normal person?
Zhang Qilin stared intently at the one-brow Taoist priest. If he made any excessive moves, he would definitely rush forward immediately.
Soon, time passed, and night fell.
With the help of the one-brow Taoist priest, Zhang Tian actually began to comprehend the complete Qimen Dunjia, and his progress was astonishing.
Zhang Tian showed signs of breaking through.
On the other hand, after nightfall, the one-brow Taoist priest stood up and left the Taoist temple, going somewhere unknown.
After the one-brow Taoist priest left, Zhang Qilin cautiously followed.
At this time, in a small Taoist temple.
The one-brow Taoist priest knelt on the ground with a thud.
He held a memorial tablet in his hands.
"Ancestor, you truly manifested! Our Qingfeng Temple has taken in a very powerful disciple! The Taoist Body, do you know? It's the Taoist Body! Do you understand what the Taoist Body is? No! You don't understand!"
"And I saw the Qi of a Qilin! That's the Qi of a Qilin! He has the shadow of a Qilin! Ancestor, I'll tell you more, he is simply a genius of ten thousand years!"
"Ancestor, what's wrong? Speak quickly, are you scared? That's right, I'm scared too."
"When my disciple leaves Qingfeng Mountain, I'll let my senior brother Si Mu see what kind of disciple my one-brow is!"
The one-brow Taoist priest tearfully embraced the memorial tablet, speaking with such excitement.
At this moment, he unleashed all the emotions he had suppressed. He was so excited that he didn't rest all night.
He chatted with the Ancestor all night, even discussing ambitious plans to sweep across the entire Taoist lineage.
Meanwhile, Zhang Qilin stood by the door, listening intently.
Upon hearing that Zhang Tian might also possess the Qi of a Qilin, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
He had always wondered why he felt a strange sense of closeness around Zhang Tian. Was it for this reason?
But where did his Qi of a Qilin come from?