Vol 7 Chapter 8: Tao Yun

Lu Zhengkang picked a field with deep weeds and began to cultivate wasteland by himself. The area of ​​Dengxiantai is actually not that big, and the area that can be cultivated is naturally not very good.
　　
Farming is not a must for the people of Kunlun Palace. Don’t let the gatekeepers have few disciples, but there are many powerful servants and subordinates in the gate. They maintain the operation and maintenance of the main body of the luxurious Kunlun Palace. It's really style.
　　
　　Xuanyouzi explained that Tao is drowning in shit, and life is everywhere. If you want to improve your Taoism, you can't simply cling to the grasp of spiritual energy. After all, Taoism pursues the unity of nature and man, a kind of perceptual practice, rather than rational and precise separation of nature. This has always been the case for so many generations, and the tradition of self-reliance has always been preserved. Kunlun Palace disciple Qing Yishui is a first-grade golden core, and those who fail to achieve a first-class golden core will die without knotting. Only one in the Five Dynasties.
　　
　　 The predecessors left houses, fields, and knowledge. This kind of inheritance has never been confined to the large library, but spread to the fields. The disciples with high enough spiritual consciousness can even see the Tao Yun projection left by the disciples of Kunlun Palace.
　　
Lu Zhengkang lowered his head, wielded his hoe, and first divided the criss-crossing paddy fields. He moved quickly, his body formed inertia, just like a machine set up a program, and he went all the way forward, but his mind was everywhere. Pentium went out. At a certain moment, he almost had an illusion. The moment the was swung down, he saw the illusory shadow of another hoe, a beat slower than the entity in his own hands, but soon, again The disappearance seems to be an illusion, it seems to be a visual residual, but Lu Zhengkang glimpsed in this short time, the in the illusion is more crude in shape, the is wider, and it seems to be made of stone tablets.
　　
Lu Zhengkang was taken aback for a moment. He stopped his and wanted to carefully recall the feeling of passing a hot goose feather on the tip of his heart. It was very subtle. In fact, the warm feeling was not obvious. But there was a special inspiration, like a sawtooth rack passing through a gear, squeaking and shaking, causing the blood in the back of his head to jump suddenly.
　　
　　 Very strange feeling. It's really amazing. It's like a flashback of past memories, but other people's memories.
　　
　　Lu Zhengkang wanted to remember, but he couldn't remember it. He continued to farm and plan the ground without thinking. After a while, he waved his and saw the shadow again, this time more obvious. And it became more and more obvious that Lu Zhengkang stopped, and the shadow walked in front of him all of a sudden, the brown cloth was short, the hair behind his back was tied high, and the wielded arbitrarily, almost not like plowing the field. It's like dancing. There are no such people who plow the fields, and those who do this will never be normal farmers.
　　
　　 This happy Taoist farming.
　　
　　 Lu Zhengkang followed him, followed his footsteps of farming, and danced with him.
　　
At first he felt quite stupid. Later, that kind of inspiration continued to flow, and he immediately found it very interesting. The shadow of the Taoist attached to his body surface, emitting a dull light, and Lu Zhengkang felt his limbs numb. It's like being wrapped in a layer of human-shaped warm water flow, and even buoyant.
　　
　　 Lu Zhengkang half-squinted, feeling sleepy. The happy little tune of the former Taoist was faintly heard.
　　
　　 When he recovered, it was already noon. He arranged the borders of the four acres of land, squarely, and then the phantom of the Taoist sat down on the edge of the field. Lu Zhengkang followed suit and sat down.
　　
　　 Taoist phantom lay down beside him to take a nap, with his head resting on his arms, although his face was unclear, the kind of comfort was obvious. Lu Zhengkang was not sleepy, he took out Tao Xun in his arms and began to play.
　　
　　 Six Master Uncle was stacking wheat piles in the field, and heard the xun sound, stopped working, and listened for a while with his arms folded. The few uncles and uncles who were farther away also looked back. Seeing that Junior Brother Six was lazy, they immediately reprimanded: "You can have a snack, can we take a rest? Can you rest? We are also embarrassed to requisition our fields. We have been working for you all year!"
　　
　　 Six Master Uncle rolled his eyes, "Which one of you drank less wine I brew every year?"
　　
　　 "One code is one code, you just can't be lazy."
　　
　　 "That's it."
　　
　　 Six Master Uncle shook his head, "Yes, I'm wrong." He buried his head and continued to pile up the wheat pile, and the others began to rest, listening to the music of the little master nephew.
　　
　　 Lu Zhengkang plays many tunes, which are naturally the songs he has heard in his previous life. There is no rule that the music of the ancients must be better than the music of today, and every era has good music. Therefore, the tune he played is quite popular with several elders.
　　
　　 Lu Zhengkang played enough of the songs in his memory, and suddenly remembered the tune of Taoist phantom hum, so he picked up a score from his memory and learned to play it.
　　
　　 The Taoist phantom was originally lying flat beside him basking in the sun, and stood up when he heard the tone. Lu Zhengkang hurriedly collected the Tao Xun.
　　
　　The Taoist lighted a fire, lit the wasteland, and burned it. Lu Zhengkang naturally followed suit and set fire happily on the wasteland.
　　
　　 This movement somewhat surprised the uncles and uncles~EbookFREE.me~ The masters came to check and saw that a circle of fire lines had been opened up at the edge of the field, and they were relieved immediately.
　　
　　 Slash and burn, this fire burned all afternoon. Midway, the phantom of the Taoist disappeared. Lu Zhengkang stared blankly until the flames extinguished. The weeds that had grown to the waist were now black and ash, like a scorched shell on the skin of a burned person, with heat and soot rising, and Some embers released red light, radiating like vines and branches sprawling freely.
　　
　　 Today’s work is completed.
　　
　　 Lu Zhengkang collected his and walked to Xuanyouzi's house. It was time for lunch.
　　
　　 There is no big difference between lunch and breakfast. It is nothing more than boiled eggs replaced with scrambled eggs. Xuanyouzi opened up a livestock pen in his own field and raised three pairs of chickens, a pair of ducks, and a stupid pig. This number will be maintained. The chickens and ducks can be eaten after they give birth, and the chickens and ducks' eggs are taken at any time. As for the pig, since there is no other pig to breed it, it will be kept.
　　
　　 When Lu Zhengkang came to eat, his face was smoky ashes. Xuanyouzi was very disgusted and told him to take a bath and clean his face before serving.
　　
　　 This time, Xuanyouzi took out a jar of pickled vegetables so that Lu Zhengkang could order two more bowls of rice with shepherd's purse.
　　
　　 It can be expected that Lu Zhengkang had a long time to eat.
　　
　　 The next day, I continued to farm, and the phantom Taoist appeared again. Lu Zhengkang felt like he was playing role-playing, and he didn't know what would be gained by following the Taoist farming.
　　
　　 It is October 14th in the sixty years of Tiancang, sunny, nothing happened.