Chapter 10:


The real person of Mu Chun was thinking very beautifully-although the old apprentice wanted to be open, he had a fiery temperament. Although the young apprentice was able to dwell in meditation, he was a jealous horn. If two small things can be in harmony with each other, it would be better.
Unfortunately, it seems that there is no time to neutralize them, and the two are almost ready to fight.
Mu Chun had to violently disassemble the two, so that Dao Tong dived into the bath and changed his clothes with a sword and sweating process, and then concentrated his firepower to deal with his poor first apostle. He buzzed again. Sick up.
Master's chanting perfectly interprets what is
obstructive to audiovisual
. With his weasel and male duck's voice, he successfully mixed the hourglass on the table, leaving his disciples upset and upset. Bite.
Yan Zhengming could not bear it. He threw the carving knife on the table and said, "Master, what are you doing?"
Master's eyelids were not lifted up, "Tuer, you are not at ease, and reading the section of Jingjing Sutra for your teacher will give you a clear heart."
Just when Master used a mouth to mourn Yan Zhengming's pain, Cheng Qian came back, Yan Zhengming was having a headache, and finally found a chance to find him. He sniffed his nose slightly and said angrily: "You give him sandalwood Smoked clothes? What's wrong with this? Are you going to be a monk tomorrow? "
Dao Tong Weiwenuonuo did not dare to say that Cheng Qian himself was happy.
Yan Zhengming yelled at Datong: "Replace with Hibiscus--"
The voice of the real wooden tree next to him grew louder: "So the sky is clear and turbid ..."
The hoarse voice creaked like sawn wood, Yan Zhengming was simply convinced: "Master, where can I rest my mind!"
Mu Chun lifted her eyelids, calmly and authentically: "The restless heart will be disturbed by foreign objects, and you will not worry about sandalwood and hibiscus, so don't take your third teacher as an incense burner. In order to help you practice, just Since the teacher moved to your gentle hometown today, can you read a Scripture?
Yan Zhengming: "..."
This old weasel has an addiction to chanting sutras. In this respect, he absolutely can do it. Is there any way for him to read the sutras?
Yan Zhengming had to sit down with patience, smelling the sandalwood smell of rotten wood and scum, and took the knife angrily, engraving a vertical bar on the wood like a whip.
Xianglu Cheng sat down silently to continue his homework, feeling that he was sitting next to a big fried rabbit.
Master said that Han Yuan was furious, and he did n’t know who was really furious. At least Han Yuan was only impetuous himself. This one is good, and he has to scourge everyone around him.
Cheng Qian began to realize the benefits of being with his elder brother-standing upright.
Cheng Qian got serious and really could not be "disturbed by foreign objects". Compared to the door gauge on the wooden board in his memory, he meticulously came up with a blind note, and soon immersed himself in the joy of writing, and lingered. The scent of sandalwood around him seemed to help people calm down, and he gradually forgotten his helpless master.
Yan Zhengming secretly was sulking, and was arguing for snacks, and panicked after eating, so he had to stand up and walk back and forth several times in the middle of the pavilion.
Soon, he noticed that no one cared. The master sat on the futon, watching the nose, nose and mouth, meditating motionlessly, still saying something in his mouth, and still immersed himself in the scripture just now, and that newcomer The little cub wrote embroidered words on his side, and his head was not raised once.
With this old one, the atmosphere in the pavilion was so quiet that it was almost stagnant, and even the boys on the side of the stand could not help holding their breath.
This tranquility made Master Yan feel a little embarrassingly boring. He reluctantly sat back in front of the hourglass, and was idle for a while. He fatefully picked up the carving knife again and began to practice uniformly.
This time, he didn't bother moths again. It wasn't until the hourglass on the table suddenly made a light noise, and Yan Zhengming suddenly returned to his senses, and found that his spell time had ended prematurely.
This was the case for the next few days. In the early morning, four people listened to Master's chanting relentlessly.
Master does n’t know where to find so many sutras. I read one one a day, with almost no repetition. After reading the sutras, I read the sutras, and after reading the sutras, I wrote my own sutras. Often contradictory.
After reading the scriptures, practice the wooden sword.
Yan Zhengming really smelled shamelessly pretending that he had fused the first three styles. He learned the fourth style with the master without understanding. Li Ye also converged because of the newly learned sword tricks. He used cats and dogs on the hill all day. Cheng Qian naturally needn't say, only Han Yuan is still firmly dragging all the hind legs, heartlessly scourge the bird nest near the mission hall.
In the afternoon, Yan Zhengming was locked up in the mission hall, and the clouds were carved with wood on the roof. Cheng Qian either did his homework or trimmed the flowers and trees. The master seemed to want to make up for all the love he had not received in his childhood. Leave him some snacks that the child is interested in, and when he is engraved with grievances, he will tell Cheng Qian to take a break and tell him some strange folk stories.
Yan Zhengming sometimes feels that this little dwarf is purely to fight for favor, but it cannot be denied that Cheng Lai Qian is next to him and he can sit a little near Zhu Zhechi.
On this day, the hourglass was clean, Yan Zhengming's hand holding the carving knife was still a little numb, and the whole person was stunned. It was just before him that he felt the friction between the carving knife and the wood, which produced some almost mysterious power. .
A slightly hoarse voice blew up in his ear: "Attentiveness, breezing into the sea, passing away, passing away, far away, turning back and forth, this use is infinite-"
Cheng Qian was very jealous and did not wait for the master to say that he had stood up and took a step back spontaneously. At the same time, he felt an indescribable air flow hovering around him for a while, then belonged to the master as if it were flowing into the sea Body.
That was the first time he had touched the world's depressing mystery. Cheng Qian didn't know what Yan Zhengming was feeling at the time, but he heard a vague voice. At this time, the sunset sank to the other side of Fuyao Mountain. The mountain full of aura is filled with some reverberating echoes, countless people gathered countless sounds, and Cheng Qian suddenly felt a strange feeling, it seemed that the momentary moment was a distant past and a vague future. Years whispered, and he desperately wanted to hear them, but those words were like the quicksands of years, leaving him behind lightly.
Cheng Qian was almost crazy.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed his shoulder, Cheng Qian seemed to wake up from a strange nightmare, suddenly stunned, and turned back to see the real person.
Mu Chun stared down at him, Cheng Qian felt a little cold on his face, stretched out his hand, and found that he did not know when he was in tears.
On the one hand, he was embarrassed, and on the other hand, he had no idea, so he had to look at Master blankly.
"The five colors are blinding, the five tones are deaf, and the five flavors are refreshing." Mu Chun's voice seemed to condense into a line, poking straight into Cheng Qian's ear, "See more, hear more, think more, think more What are you comfortable doing? Wake up! "
That "waking up" was like drinking with a bang, Cheng Qian made a "hum" in his mind, and then opened his eyes again. The master still sat in place, as if it was settled, and there was a pile of wood carved in a mess on the table.
Cheng Qian was rubbed a hand by Mu Chun, and asked, "Master, I just heard someone speak ..."
Mu Chun said, "Oh, that's my patriarch."
Cheng Qian was taken aback.
Mu Chun truly said: "I have inherited it for thousands of years. What is strange about a group of ancestors?"
Cheng Qian: "Where are they now?"
Mu Chun said: "Of course they are all dead."
Cheng Qian's eyes widened: "Shouldn't it be ascended to heaven?"
Mu Chun looked down, looked at him kindly, and asked, "Is there any difference between ascending to heaven and dying?"
Cheng Qiandao: "Of course there is a difference. Isn't it that the ascension to heaven means immortality?"
Mu Chun was stunned, and then seemed to be amused by him, without a positive answer, but just said: "You ... a little bean, what do you say will die, these things will be understood when you grow up."
After speaking, he took a few steps, returned to the main seat of the mission hall, sat down with one butt, looking at Yan Ding's yelling, a little frowning, Cheng Qian heard him chanting: "Why do you enter this time? Really pick a time Where do I go for dinner? "
Cheng Qian: "..."
As a result, supper was moved to the mission hall of "Preaching and Teaching Confusion". Among the scattered mantras and scriptures, a roasted chicken and jade body ran out, and there were a bunch of side dishes, and a person who had been settled and did not know about personnel. Big brother.
Mu Chun asked Cheng Qian to sit on the floor with him. Like Uncle Han from the neighbouring village, he kindly clamped a piece of meat to Cheng Qian, and pulled over the paper on which he had copied the script on the table with the charm. He instructed: "Eat more, grow up-come, bones spit on it."
Cheng Qian silently picked up his rice bowl, feeling that he would no longer have a little awe of this missionary.
After dinner, Mu Chun was staying to protect the master, and instructed the Dao Tong to pack Cheng Qian with half a catty dim sum in case he was hungry in the middle of the night. This day is fifteen. According to legend, it is forbidden to enter the mountain cave. But Mu Chun He didn't order Cheng Qian more, it seemed to be determined that he would go back and write the rules honestly in the evening, and would not come out to make trouble.
Cheng Qian does not, but it does not mean that others will not.
He had just returned to Qing'anju on his front feet, followed by Han Yuan's hind legs. As soon as Han Yuan entered the door, he made a fuss, took away Cheng Qian's dim sum in the courtyard, and ate half of the praise first, and then sprayed He said, "What's the point of mixing with your elder brother all day? It might as well go with us every day. The second elder taught me several tricks, and I almost finished the first one."
Cheng Qian avoided the dim crumbs like snow, looked at his stupid idiot without a word, and said in his heart that he had finished the first form, and in two days, he would be able to go to heaven.
Han Yuan pointed to Cheng Qian ’s courtyard again and said,
You ’re too broken here, and you ’re better than Master ’s. Tomorrow you look at my courtyard, and there are ten of you in my courtyard. There is a large pond at the back, and you can go swimming in summer-can you swim? Well, forget it, none of the children raised in your family dare to go out, let alone go into the water, I will take you there in the future, guarantee One summer makes you a white bar. "
For this kindness, Cheng Qian really respected and thanked Min, and he really didn't want to hang around with the dregs on earth like Han Yuan.
Xiaoyao spent the time pulling Dongxi and finished eating the snacks brought back by Cheng Qian. He finally stopped meaningless gossip and talked about the topic.
He snored, sat upright, and lowered his voice, "Do you remember what Brother Er said ... about the cave?"
Cheng Qian had expected him to have this, so he calmly replied: "Master, that's against the rules-since you have already learned this sword skill a lot, it might be better. Do you recognize all the words? "
Han Yuan felt that this younger brother was a bit ridiculous, and he taught with a sense of superiority: "What's the use of backdoor rules? I really have never seen anyone more dead-headed than you. You haven't heard the second brother. Say, there is no sense of anger, and learning a full set of swordsmanship is also a great jumping god. When it comes step by step, when does it have to be honoured? Being a man cannot be too meticulous ... keep what.
Cheng Qian: "Keep the rules."
Han Yuan waved his hand: "What is love and what is it, anyway, I'm going to the cave, can't you go?"
Cheng Qian spread his face "loyal and honest" evenly to Han Yuan and said, "I dare not."
He refused without thinking. Han Yuan was disappointed first, and then he was a bit disdainful. This kind of simple-minded little boy usually couldn't see Cheng Weiqian's "Vino" and only knew the well-behaved "good" children.
"It was raised at home." Han Yuan glanced at Yahuazi and looked at Cheng Qian unhappyly.
As for Cheng Qian, he completely regarded his younger brother as a wandering dog with a worrisome mentality. Feeling that all love and hatred for this person is a waste of feelings, so he held up the tea cup with no attitude.
Han Yuan glanced at him again, looking at the earlier package of pine nut candy, and gradually lost his temper. He took a little pity of "mourning for his misfortune, anger for his indisputableness," Going up high, shook his head at Cheng Qian again and sighed: "The children who grew up at home are all made of porcelain."
At the mission hall in the afternoon, Cheng Qian already felt the spirituality and hidden mystery of the mountain. At the same time, he also knew what Li Yan thought. Li Yan must be curious about the cave in the fifteenth day and refused to himself. Taking a risk to violate the rules, probably already planned to find a dead ghost for myself.
Han Yuan had a supper here at Cheng Qian, although he didn't talk to anyone, it wasn't nothing. "Porcelain made" Cheng Qian politely sent Han Yuan to the door, watched him leave, and waited to see how the injustice ended.
"What would happen if you violated the rules?" Cheng Qian thought casually. "Drawing a board? Fighting hands? Copying the scriptures-it would not be a big deal if they copied the scriptures."
But he did not expect that until the next day, Han Yuan did not return. 2k novel reading network
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