"Fellow Daoist, can you do me a favor?" the other party said with a painful look on his face. When he got closer, Jiang Zheng could see clearly that the other person was covering the back of his head with one hand, blood oozing out from between his fingers uncontrollably, and the other hand was holding a jar. "What are you doing?" "Oh, don't mention it. I got beaten again. I can't reach it. Can you help me apply some hemostatic medicine on the back?" He sighed. The word "again" indicated that he seemed to be beaten often. "Can" Jiang Zheng took the medicine bottle, and the other party slowly took his hand away. Blood flowed unstoppably from the back of his head, and a hideous wound, very deep, was revealed between his hair. After applying the medicine, the bleeding stopped quickly. "Thank you. My name is Tiezhu... Eh? Judging from your attire, you look like a errand disciple. Why haven't I seen you before?" After thanking him, A Tie looked at Jiang Zheng and asked in confusion. "I... maybe you didn't notice. By the way, how did you get into this state?"
Jiang Zheng quickly changed the subject, fearing that he would be exposed, and thought to himself: It must be weird if you have seen it! "Don't mention it. Today, I went to clean the cave for the outer disciples and accidentally knocked over the oil lamp. He used the oil lamp to hit me!" Tiezhu said dejectedly, but he didn't look angry at all, instead he felt that he was unlucky. Jiang Zheng was silent. He had long experienced the bad behavior of those disciples. It seemed that this phenomenon was very common in the sect. Tiezhu seemed to have accepted this injustice. This made him think of the old man at the foot of the mountain. He was also a menial disciple. He also thought of his grandfather. With his inferior spiritual roots, he was probably also a menial disciple. When faced with these injustices, did they choose to endure silently like Tiezhu? Perhaps the answer is already clear. Those who resisted injustice have probably already died in the mountains. But thinking of his grandfather who had also been bullied, Jiang Zheng clenched his fists and could not calm down. He couldn't accept these injustices! All things come from the same source, so why should inferior spiritual roots be inferior to others? Why can they beat and kill menial disciples at will? Now it seems that this seemingly transcendent fairyland is just like this. People's hearts are dirty everywhere! The principles in the book also apply to the fairy mountain. Even the most beautiful place has darkness. "Let's go back. I don't have any work in the afternoon, so I can have some good practice," Tiezhu invited him to join him. "Okay." Jiang Zheng was just worrying about where to go, so it was a good opportunity for him to follow the other person back. Along the way, they met many menial disciples who were coming down the mountain together. Some of them were also dejected, but apart from blaming themselves for their bad luck, they also complained about the unfairness of God. He did not blame all this on the outer disciples. He was already accustomed to beatings and scoldings, and seemed to think that this was how his life should be. Tiezhu was surprised to learn that Jiang Zheng had just arrived at the sect, but he didn't think much about it and introduced him to a lot of things about the sect along the way. For example, the ancient apes flying in the mountains are at least at the fifth level of Qi Refining; the menial disciples all live at the foot of the mountain and must obey the outer disciples; and the senior sister who has just entered the mountain is the legendary top-grade spiritual root... Jiang Zheng knew that he was talking about Lin Muxi. Around noon, many chores disciples returned to their residence together. It was a densely packed area on a flat area halfway up the mountain, and the houses were built with wood.
From the conversation, we learned that although some menial disciples were also beaten and scolded, few were as miserable as Tiezhu. "You have nowhere to live, and there happens to be an empty house opposite me, so you can be my neighbor." Tiezhu pointed to a house opposite his residence and said happily. Jiang Zheng agreed without hesitation. He pushed open the door and walked in. "Huh...I'm going to spend the next few days here." He looked around the room and let out a tired breath. The furnishings inside were very simple, or even shabby. A bed, a table, and a small cabinet. Fortunately, his ancestors left him a quilt. He didn't have much luggage, so he threw the gourd on his waist and the token in his arms onto the table, then lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to rest. But his stomach was rumbling. Jiang Zheng touched his stomach and frowned. He got out of bed, picked up the gourd and shook it. "Empty?" Jiang Zheng sighed, life was really bad, he failed to become an immortal and now he didn't even have food to eat. "Kong Qing, can you lend me another dose of the Great Grade Resurrection Pill?" Jiang Zheng said with gritted teeth. "It's a nice thought, but you have to exchange it for your emotions," an indifferent voice sounded in my mind. "Stingy!" Jiang Zheng curled his lips and went out to find food. At this time, the door was pushed open and Tiezhu walked in, holding two bowls filled with fragrant cooked meat. "I knew you had nothing to eat. Look, pork!" He placed two bowls on the table, and the aroma of meat immediately filled the room. Jiang Zheng, who was already hungry, swallowed hard. "This, isn't a good idea. I'll give you some silver." Jiang Zheng had just taken out the silver when the other party pushed it back. "Why are you being polite? We are neighbors. What's a bowl of meat? I eat meat every day." Jiang Zheng, who was extremely hungry, was no longer polite and invited Tiezhu to sit down. When he saw the other party pick up his chopsticks, he immediately started swallowing in big gulps. I stuffed all the fat and lean meat into my mouth. I have never tasted meat so delicious. "By the way Tiezhu, you have been in the mountains for such a long time, have you achieved anything?" Jiang Zheng asked vaguely while chewing the meat. "well……" The other party sighed and put down his chopsticks. "We menial disciples are unlucky and were born with inferior spiritual roots. I didn't believe it at first, but after practicing for more than half a year, I don't even feel anything. It's the same as saying, inferior spiritual roots are the same as having nothing! In addition, we, the menial disciples, live at the foot of the mountain, where the spiritual energy is thin and we don’t have any medicine powder or spiritual stones to supply. How can we achieve anything?" "Can the sect give you a book that teaches people how to cultivate immortality?" Jiang Zheng didn't know how to cultivate immortality, but he thought it would be a book of some secrets, just like reading a book. "Books? I don't have any, but I know what you mean."
Tie Zhu gestured with his hand to form a long strip, and said: "Among our errand disciples, there is a senior brother who is in charge. He has a jade slip like this in his hand. All new errand disciples can go to him and get a technique from the jade slip. We are the ones who are cultivating, but we can’t cultivate anything with inferior spiritual roots. You can also go and try, just bring your identity card with you.” "Is that so?" Jiang Zheng nodded and fell into deep thought. My identity is not to be revealed to the public. If I really go to find that senior brother, it would be bad if he has a record of me. But if I don't go, wouldn't it be a waste of my time here? I'll have to be ordered around by those hateful outer disciples. For a moment, Jiang Zheng was in a dilemma, so he asked again: "Besides the method you mentioned, is there any other way to get the method of cultivating immortals?"
