Chapter Eleven: The Great Way is Unfeeling

  The young man waved his hand lazily at the crowd and said, "Alright, you can all leave now! From here, head straight east, where there is a row of houses. Among them, one is separate. Give the wooden plaques I just gave you to the person inside, and he will arrange your accommodations!"

  Seven people bowed respectfully to the young man again and then turned around and walked out.

  After the crowd left from the young man, the remaining six children gathered together and headed northeast. Yang Chen looked at their appearance, helplessly smiled bitterly, and followed them up.

  The crowd walked east for a long time and finally saw a row of short houses. Next to this group of houses, there was an independent house. Everyone knew that this should be the place arranged for them to stay, and they immediately walked in.

  There was a young man in the house, wearing an orange robe, with a thin face and a sly look. He glanced at the seven people up and down, raised his eyebrows and said: "Let me see the wooden sign you just received!"

  Yang Chen and others bowed respectfully, and then one after another handed over the wooden sign they had just received to the young man.

  The young man checked the token and then put it away, starting to explain some simple door rules to the 7 people.

  Through the introduction of young people, Yang Chen also had some understanding of Tianyunmen's management of registered disciples.

  The Tiandao Gate does not manage its registered disciples in any way, and can be said to be completely free. Except for providing a meal at noon, the registered disciples are left unattended.

  Of course, even the lunch provided at noon has a time limit. If you exceed the time or come late, there will be no food left, and you will have to starve for a day. I heard that in the past, there was a disciple who did not eat for five consecutive days and finally had to drop out of Tiandao Gate under duress.

  After explaining the house rules, the young man arranged for the 7 people to stay in their rooms.

  There are many rooms here, but there are only two beds in each room. Now that they have 7 people, one person must live alone. Without a doubt, no one wants to live with Yang Chen, so the one who is separated from the others can only be Yang Chen.

  Yang Chen did not have a single thread of discontent at being separated, but instead felt very happy in his heart.

  After all, he will have to take back that painting sooner or later. If he lives with others at that time, it will definitely be discovered by others, and may even bring some unnecessary trouble. In this way, living alone is not a worry.

  Yang Chen walked to the door of his own room, pushed it open and went in. The room was not big, with two wooden beds and a table. Although they were old, they were very clean.

  He casually picked a wooden bed, threw the clothes he had just received onto another bed, and lay down on the bed, feeling deeply moved. He finally entered this Taoist temple!

  For a month now, Yang Chen hasn't had a good night's sleep. As soon as he lay down, he fell into a deep sleep.

  He had a dream, in which he dreamed that he was treading on the seven-colored cloud, wearing a golden armor, and after knocking down Liu Feng who bullied his father with one punch, he flew towards his hometown with a strong wind.

  The next day.

  August 19th.

  The sky had not yet cleared, he heard that there was already a commotion outside, and immediately rushed to get up from bed and ran out.

  Yang Chen ran out of the house, and outside the door was already a large crowd of people, everyone was whispering to each other, their voices were not very loud, apparently waiting for someone.

  Yang Chen is now unrecognized by anyone, the only person who came in with him is also unwilling to talk to him, so he can only stand aside and quietly listen to those old words.

  After a while, Yang Chen also learned something from the conversation of the crowd, that is, every month at this time, someone named Wang Zonglao would come to the inner gate to teach them the cultivation method.

  Also understood some of the rules of Tiandaoism at the same time.

  A disciple who has been in the sect for five years will be directly expelled if he has no achievements, and if he has made progress in his cultivation, he will directly enter the inner sect.

  Those who have entered the inner gate can be considered true disciples of the Tian Dao Gate. These people all have their own masters and can also learn some basic immortal techniques.

  Not long after, a yellow light flashed from afar and flew over, arriving in front of everyone in the blink of an eye. Then, they saw an old man wearing a yellow robe jump down from the flying sword and land in front of them.

  Yang Chen looked at the old man in front of him and guessed that this person was probably the Wang Changlao who had been mentioned by everyone, the one who taught the cultivation method.

  "Old Master Wang!" The crowd shouted in unison, respectfully addressing the elderly man.

  Wang Zong pointed his head and immediately shot a sharp glance at the crowd, saying: "Disciples who entered the sect five years ago and have not yet reached the first level of Qi gathering, stand up!"

  As Elder Wang's words fell, 9 people with pale faces walked out of the crowd, knowing that they would be met with ruthless expulsion.

  The old king looked at the 9 people and said expressionlessly, "No need for me to say it, you all know what to do now! Clean up quickly and leave!"

  Nine people looked at each other, then walked to their rooms with a dejected face. A moment later, they changed into their own clothes and took out the clothes of Tiandao Gate, respectfully placing them in front of Elder Wang before turning around and walking away into the distance.

  Elder Wang watched the 9 people leave, then turned to face the crowd and said: "The Great Way is ruthless, don't harbor lucky psychology in your cultivation path, no matter who you are, as long as you can't cultivate effectively, your outcome will be the same as theirs!"

  He paused for a moment and continued, "All disciples go to the mountain cliff to practice, new disciples also go. After arriving there, I will give you special guidance once!"

  Then Elder Wang led the crowd directly to the back where everyone lived.

  Yang Chen followed the crowd, and soon they arrived at the cliff behind their residence. At this time, the east had already revealed a hint of whitish color.

  Wang Zhanglao looked at the sun that had just risen in the distance and said to the crowd, "Old disciples practice on their own, new disciples come to me!"

  As Wang's words fell, many disciples dispersed, found their own positions, sat down and began to breathe and meditate.

  Yang Chen and seven others walked directly towards Wang Changlao, and after arriving in front of him, they bowed respectfully and shouted in unison: "Wang Changlao!"