Chapter 1023: childhood is a wedge

In a rural school, there is a teacher named Chen Ji, who is instructing his disciples on a certain pile frame.
When Zhao Shuxia rested, he was in a complicated mood, because during the day, Master was almost scratched by a shrew who broke into the school.
There is no curfew in the capital of Yuxuan. Wu Di, a Taoist priest who sets up a stall for fortune-telling, had a late-night snack in the kitchen and walked out of the house in the dark. During this period, he passed by the Yashen of Changning County. The Yashen Temple was brightly lit. Dispute. The Taoist priest went north and walked in a shabby alley in Yongjia County, intending to find a young man and chat a few words.
On the other side of Caiyu Mountain, the old-fashioned acquaintance of the Zhuzhi School, who came to the riverside to make a nest and prepare for night fishing. This is the case with the masters, who only need one pole, one bench and one fish basket, and absolutely do not set up a street stall.
In the Fanwan Mansion in the Hehuan Mountains, the young man with straw sandals carrying a sword and the pseudonym Chen Ren, with an empty scabbard, was hesitant to let his disciples play against the unrighteous-looking Master Wen to practice his skills.
On the top of Pomo Peak, Chen Ping'an, dressed in immortal style and Taoist attire, was noncommittal when he heard the words. He smiled and said goodbye to Cao Rong. Be sure to sweep the bed and wait."
Cao Rong also didn't say that he would definitely be a guest at Luopao Mountain, but just smiled and said "Blessed and immeasurable Tianzun".
Chen Ping'an's figure turned into a rainbow, and it was fleeting. He left the top of Splashing Mo Peak, and left Hehuan Mountain in a few blinks of an eye.
Lu Chen squatted on the ground again, picked up nine small stones and held them in his palms, shook them gently, like throwing dice, and threw them on the ground.
Although Cao Rong claimed to be dull in his aptitude and had been practicing Taoism for three thousand years, he had never been able to find a way for Xia Ju to ascend.
Just talking about the talisman formation method, Cao Rong has a great insight.
Hearing is false, seeing is believing, this famous young hidden official has already entered the hall with Fu Lu, and his attainments are definitely not low. As for how high it is, Cao Rong is not interested in exploring. He and Chen Ping'an are neither relatives nor related, and there is no grievance or enmity, Cao Rong
"Thank you for holding back and not calculating Chen Ping'an's numerology without authorization, otherwise you will be a brother or a brother with Lu Shen."
Lu Chen made a joke first, and then explained: "The Big Dipper, plus the two assistant chiefs, Chen Ping'an created nine avatars with the talisman technique. Just now, this Chen Ping'an, as one of the left assistant and the right bi, can't stay here for too long. Otherwise, the whole body will be moved with one hair, and the whole formation will be messed up."
Cao Rong asked curiously, "Master and Chen Ping'an have a good relationship?"
As for Chen Ping'an's method of forming a talisman clone, it is not enough to make a Taoist Heavenly Monarch make a fuss.
It's pitiful to say, Master Lu Chen visited Haoran World several times, but he never took the initiative to find Cao Rong, the direct disciple of Lingfei Guan.
Regarding the rumors about the master and the young hidden official, Cao Rong has naturally heard a lot of gossip on the top of the mountain in Yizhou over the years, not to mention that he traveled to Beiju Luzhou before, met his junior sister He Xiaoliang, and heard some Insider.
Lu Chen had a sad face, nodded and said, "It's good, it's entangled, and it's a mess."
Putting his hands together and breathing lightly, Lu Chen looked up at Hehuan Mountain again and asked, "How is He Xiaoliang?"
Some things, Lu Chen is too lazy to deduce the calculation, he is a Taoist priest, and he is not an old hen who spreads his wings to protect a group of chickens.
Cao Rong replied respectfully, "Reporting to Master, Bai Chang secretly retreated not long ago, and Junior Sister He knew that it might be a trap to target her, but she still insisted on blocking her, so the disciple and Senior Brother Gu had to gamble with her. There is also Tianjun Xie Shi in the dark to help fight the battle, but because of his identity, it is not suitable for him to take action against Bai Chang, he can only fight from a distance to prevent Bai Chang from killing Junior Sister He."
Gu Qingsong, whose name is "Xiancha", was not a serious disciple of Lu Chen, but was just a boat punting boatman who followed Lu Chen to visit Xian.
It's just that these heirs of Cao Rong all recognize this big brother who "has never lost a quarrel and won't be discouraged by anyone who sees him".
Tianjun Xie Shi is the nominal bearer on Luzhou Mountain in Beiju. Except for the Confucian Academy, he can control the heavens and the earth.
This Taoist Tianjun, whose ancestral home is in Tiantaoye Lane in Lizhu Cave, is similar to that of Qi Zhen, the of the gods, who was in Aquarius in the early years.
As for Dadifeng Fire Dragon Master, he will never admit his identity as a black and white person, always saying that the poor road has little money in his pocket, so he can't speak harshly.
Thinking of the encounter with the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole behind, Cao Rong inevitably felt a little lingering in his heart, so he quietly clenched his fists, diluting the image of the sword Xiu Baishang in his heart, "Baishang's retreat is true, it is absolutely true, it is The speed of breaking through the border and exiting the border is staggeringly fast, which is unheard of. And it doesn't look like a brand-new ascension that needs a stable realm. The previous disciples believed that they had overestimated Jianxian Baishang enough, but they still underestimated. Being caught by surprise, Senior Brother Gu blocked the first sword with the temporary formation, and he was not lightly injured. Now he is recovering on Osmanthus Island. The disciple blocked the second sword, and Junior Sister He barely caught the first sword. Three swords were only smashed into the air by one sword, and his body smashed into a mountain. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured. Before Xie Shi could help, a Taoist priest who claimed to be Chunyang came."
Cao Rong's words couldn't be more succinct. Others seemed to be very calm, but I believe that all the authorities involved, including Xie Shi, who did not take action, would not feel any relief. Well, maybe except for that Senior Brother Gu who is used to seeing big scenes.
It's just that Cao Rong has to admit that He Xiaoliang, a junior sister, is really not ordinary.
It wasn't that they joined forces to face an Ascension Realm sword cultivator, and they had no chance of winning, but Cao Rong's trip was more of a daoist protection, and the teacher was unknown, so he had no reason to be ruthless against Bai Chang.
They had clearly fallen into the trap carefully arranged by Bai Chang, but Junior Sister He was only able to escape with a single blow, which was an unimaginable encounter on the mountain for Cao Rong.
Lu Chen obviously expected this ending, he smiled and said, "Do you think the name of the number one Sword Immortal in Beiju Luzhou Beidi is a sleight of hand? There is no reason for this."
"Bai Chang is very patient in order to prove the Tao and soar. He has far-reaching plans openly and secretly. He has at least paved three paths for himself, trying to become one, which is very hard."
"For example, Bai Chang didn't hesitate to cooperate with Zhengyang Dogwood Feng Tian Wan to covet the luck of Aquarius Island's kendo. It almost succeeded."
"Ambition is lofty, it's just the way of doing things, it's a bit suspicious of unscrupulousness, and it's more like a pure Shanze Yexiu. He Xiaoliang doesn't compare his luck with Bai Chang. What is it like to use one's weaknesses to attack another's strengths?"
"Then Beiju Luzhou is a well-known sword cultivator like the clouds. Logically speaking, there is always a sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm. Gu Qingsong can't speak his mind, and he can do anything easily, so don't talk about him. You Cao Rong don't think it's strange? Take ten thousand steps back and say that Xie Shi, as an elder on the mountain and a snake in the field, doesn't persuade us to Sect Master He?"
When Lu Chen said this, he smiled, "He Xiaoliang wants to delay Bai Chang's step into the Ascension Realm Sword Cultivator, it is best to hurt his fundamentals, so that he will not be able to enter the Ascension Realm in this life, otherwise both parties will be ascension, There is no way to fight, at least for eighteen hundred years, in the same continent, the two mortal enemies of the Great Dao, but only staring, it is embarrassing."
"Bai Chang wants to let He Xiaoliang go through this battle, drop a level or two, lose the next big opportunity, step by step, and plan to let He Xiaoliang spend his life, it's hard to look back. Anyway, mutual They are both afraid of each other, and they are all betting on what to do once and for all. One is betting that Baishang's cultivating qualifications are not so good, and it is impossible to go out of retreat. , she always has bad luck."
Cao Rong asked: "The Taoist Chunyang said that he is an old acquaintance with Master, and he still owes Master a favor."
Lu Chen said, "It's not a debt of gratitude. Fellow Daoist Chunyang and Baigu Zhenren once traveled together in Qingcui City, and he and your master are still very close."
The Taoist who attains immortal longevity is not allowed to walk as a corpse. As one of Lu Chen's seven hearts, the Bone Real Man is undoubtedly the opposite.
Taoist Taoist, sidewalk, Taoist. Long-term vision of the long-lived person, the Taoist age is long enough, and if you live for a long time, you can see a lot of later people, step by step to the top of the mountain.
Lu Chen smiled and asked, "Have the two of them fought so much that the sky is torn apart and the earth is shaking?"
Cao Rong shook his head and said, "Bai Chang and the Taoist Chun Yang are in a site the size of a stone flat on the top of the mountain, and compare their swordsmanship."
"In the end, it is no exaggeration to say that the top of a mountain is thick like water and then freezes."
Cao Rong said with emotion: "A Taoist priest is a sword immortal, purely using swordsmanship against swordsmanship. I never thought that a Taoist priest would win."
Lu Chen was even more surprised by this.
It would be a strange thing if Bai Chang, who had just entered the Ascension Realm, won against Lu Yan, who had attained enlightenment three thousand years ago.
Chunyang Lu Yan can't say that he will definitely be among the top ten in the world in the future, and Lu Chen doesn't dare to promise anything.
But taking a step back, Lu Yan became one of the candidates, so there was no suspense.
Lu Chen smiled and said: "The founder of Jinxian Temple, what happened in those days, what a mistake she made to be removed from your name and become an abandoned disciple of Lingfei Temple, why does she want to restore her status as a genealogy ultimatum? "
Cao Rong told the truth honestly, "She was too anxious to enter the five realms, she took a crooked way, secretly retreated, and as a result, her Taoist heart fell, and she went into the devil. The disciples noticed the signs and had to force her out Illusory realm, if you take one step later, she will be taken advantage of by the demons and occupy the magpie's nest. The crime should be death, and her expulsion down the mountain has been regarded as a side effect."
Lu Chen said regretfully: "I remember when you entered the fairyland, I once walked out of the patriarch's hall to hang the statue. Later, when I was walking in the mountains, I saw her."
In the vast world, such as Lingfei Temple and Taiping Mountain, Taoist priests can invite the patriarch of one of the three headmasters of Baiyujing when they are among the heavenly monarchs.
There is a stick of incense.
At that time she was still an ignorant girl, with a pointed chin and round eyes. When the girl saw the crown on top of Lu Chen's head, she insisted on investigating him for trespassing.
Be smart and guess who and why. If you are a little stupid, I am afraid that I will not let it go, and find an opportunity to inform the elders of the division.
In the complicated world, the innocence of man is like an unsheathed sword, which can only be hung on a wall called childhood or youth.
Maybe when I return to my hometown occasionally, I can look at it a few times, but I can't carry it with me all the time.
Lu Chen smiled, "Cao Tianjun, you're not honest."
Cao Rong looked embarrassed and guessed why the master was making fun of him, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "Junior Sister He is worried about being punished by the master, so she asked the disciple to help conceal it."
It turned out that before He Xiaoliang set off, she had already made up her mind to give up a cave, plus her fall as a price, she would also stop Bai Chang from breaking through.
It was only because Bai Chang went out of the border too quickly that He Xiaoliang's loss-making business, which could be said to be willing to kill eight hundred and lose one thousand, failed.
Lu Chen didn't bother to care about this kind of thing, and said, "Go back and say hello to Xiangjun, and restore this person's genealogy status at Lingfeiguan."
Cao Rong bowed his head and said, "Follow the law."
After Chen Ping'an left Momo Peak, he went straight back to the place where there is a historic site.
The immortal family can follow the traces of the ancients.
Following the written records of a local county annals, Chen Ping'an really found a deep mountain that the local people regarded as the residence of immortals since ancient times. It is just a temple in the mountain, which has long been abandoned, and the incense that is like a city in history is no longer seen. However, Chen Ping'an found a few "frost pines" on the mountain and sea supplementary records beside an old road.
Chen Pingan looked at the ancient pine trees and considered two problems. The realm was not enough, and he couldn't use the supernatural powers of the upper five realms. Not to mention the square-inch objects, even the objects just a short distance away couldn't hold these ancient trees. move?
To say that carrying a pine tree on his shoulders and flying into the sea of ​​clouds would be a bit outrageous after all.
Fallen Mountain.
Chen Ping'an walked out of the first floor of the bamboo building, rubbed his wrist lightly, and looked into the distance in the dark night, the stars fell and the plains were wide, and the sky and the earth merged, as if only by galloping on a horse, he could reach the end of the sky.
Because of the encounter with Lu Chen on the Hehuan Mountain, a series of related books were found here, such as the Seven Political Chapters of "Five Elements of Great Justice", Tian Xun, Lu Li Zhi, Ri Ji Yue Ling, etc., as well as books from Tong Ye The "Heguanzi" and "The Astronomical Array of Stars" borrowed by Zhouhuanghuaguan have actually been read several times, and they have already been thoroughly familiar with the heart, just reviewing the old and learning the new.
Walking along the bluestone path, walking near the old cook's house, I heard Chen Lingjun and Zheng Dafeng's signature laughter from a distance. Chen Pingan used his knees to think about what they were doing. After hesitating for a while, Chen Ping'an still crossed the threshold and came to the side room. The doors were not closed at both places. He stood leaning against the door, his hands clasped in his sleeves, and saw the spiritual tools used to watch the mirror and the moon on the table in the house, piled up into mountains. At the moment, it is a landscape painting of a small fairy mansion in Baopingzhou. There is a graceful fairy walking slowly. Zheng Dafeng touched his mouth, commented, and played the piano! Chen Lingjun saw the woman sitting beside the dressing table and started to pull her hair. The boy in Tsing Yi laughed and said that when she saw her hair tied, I knew it wasn't easy...
Xianwei was actually here. Brother Dafeng and fellow Daoist Jingqing had heard a lot of words before, but now the gatekeeper understands it as soon as he heard it.
Therefore, Chen Lingjun always praised him for his understanding.
Only the old cook was alone, sitting elsewhere, watching a picture of a scholar taking the exam at night in a haunted house. He was holding a vegetable plate and a plate of fried soybeans. The old cook threw a few fried soybeans in his mouth and was seeing
Outside the boudoir attic, there are two white and red clothes circling in the air, but they don't fall to the ground.
The old cook got up and wanted to give up his seat, but Chen Pingan didn't disturb their Yaxing, waved his hand, and left.
Going to the mountain road, Cen Yuanji was still practicing boxing, and now she looked at the young mountain master's eyes, and finally she was not so thief-proof.
In the early years, Chen Ping'an got angry when he thought of this. The old cook's room is so ugly, the old and the young, there is no serious person. You don't take precautions, but why do you want to prevent me, a decent gentleman?
Walking on the steps, I remembered the "Authentic Book of Pills" presented by Li Xisheng. It is a thin booklet that records more than 80 kinds of talismans. .
Back then, when Zhangjiao Lu temporarily borrowed the Fourteen Realm Dao Xing to Chen Ping'an, the young hidden officer was not idle, "making the best use of everything", while traveling through the mountains and rivers of Treasure Pingzhou, taking advantage of the fact that the realm was so high that it couldn't be higher, I was able to "condescend" and drew the top-grade talismans located on the pages behind the original book of alchemy. The number was extremely considerable, but after that, even when I asked the sword to hold Yueshan, it was never used, and more than 300 talismans were used. Chen Ping'an was all locked in a small wooden box that was "sealed off the mountain", a veritable bottom of the box.
Chen Pingan came to the gate of the mountain and sat at the table.
Realm can be borrowed, but to draw talismans in person, you still need to consume your own spiritual energy savings. The loss of spiritual energy is the "capital" of the 300 talismans.
After making an estimation, according to the market price on the mountain, the cultivator's aura was converted into immortal money. If Chen Ping'an chose to sell that box of talismans, he would earn a lot.
Just because of the high rank of these talismans, the rank of the forbidden mountain went up with the tide. At that time, Chen Pingan felt that since he was already in the Jade Realm, it would not be too difficult to enter the Immortal Realm, so he dug himself a big hole and ended up leaving. After a trip to the wild world, he fell directly into Nascent Soul, and so far he has not been able to return to Yupu, and he knows his hardships.
When a Qi practitioner draws and sacrifices a talisman, it is important to open and close the door.
As for Wufu's talismans, the spiritual energy overflows so fast, like a flood bursting a dyke, out of control.
In the end it still doesn't work. But if one day, if you really get the door, I believe there will be a unique scene.
Yuzhou.
Living in the mountains living with the monastery, the diet is light, with more vegetables and less fat. The tofu that the temple grinds itself is slightly sour, and the vegetarian rice has been lacking for several months, and the taste of meat has not been known for a long time. Cooking and cooking fresh food, even though he is a guest, unfortunately this is also a violation of the precepts, and he is inevitably jealous of the mountain monks, so he has to give up.
There are no mirrors in the mountains, and it is difficult to see myself. Only when I copy and write scriptures every day, I can see that my fingers are gradually exposed.
The paper in the temple is poor, and the pen falls on the paper, like an old donkey carrying a load of climbing a mountain. The scholar took a break, shook his wrists, and rubbed his temples with his fingers, thinking that it was the same color as the white clouds.
At night, Confucian scholars read Buddhist scriptures with lanterns at night, and the bells in the temple chat with each other. The stars are not far from the roof.
Early in the morning, when I heard the bell, the scholar put on his clothes and shoes, opened the door and opened the window, and the white cloud rushed in through the curtain, unstoppable, the thick cloud was like a quilt.
A person is like sitting in chaos, extending his hand and not seeing his five fingers, and inside his mouth and nose, there is nothing but cloud gas, which is like drinking and getting drunk.
The clouds and mist were slightly lighter, and the little novice monks who had not yet been ordained in the temple brought their food boxes on time. In the sound of the monk's chanting, the Confucian scholar with frost and white on his temples was alone in the cloud. A large bowl of white rice porridge, two porridge side dishes, and a plate Fermented bean curd, a plate of salted and dried vegetables, the scholar raised his head occasionally, a colorful butterfly riding a cloud to play under the eaves outside the house, bound by an old spider web, his wings could not flutter, the scholar put the bowl and stood up, holding an old bamboo inside the house Rooting the mountain stick to pick the net to save the butterfly, the scholar returned to the table and sat down, chewing slowly when he saw the old cobweb, he had one more question in his mind, and he should ask the abbot and monk. "Precepts and Laws", the law is strict, and there are occasional other words.
Today, a distinguished guest climbed the mountain and entered the temple gate, accompanied by a dozen servants, the head of whom is half a hundred years old, speaking elegantly and playing an official accent, graceful and slow, extremely majestic, and the abbot and monk are not seen to greet him. In the living room, there are often bursts of laughter, the distinguished guests and the acquaintance monks travel together, stop moving, put their hands behind their backs, and stare at the scriptures of the ordination altar. ?
At the beginning of the rain after the rain, it is easy to be sleepy in the spring. The Confucian scholar just took a nap and just had his first foot, and the familiar little novice knocked on the window and shouted, Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, Shanling Xianjun drove the colorful clouds to Juxianya Manjusri Stage. , enough to see.
The Confucian scholar left the temple, climbed the mountain with the little novice, and used the bamboo stick to clear the dead wood and pine branches on the mountain road.
There are always elegant scholars, digging up old bamboo roots. Making a mountain stick. In particular, some old vines in the mountains are used for making sticks. They are the favorites of many senior officials and officials, and they are expensive.
There are several peaks in this mountain, which are often in the clouds and mist, and it is not easy to show their faces to lay people outside the mountain.
Looking up at the peaks, the clouds and smoke curled up, like a face-to-face questioning, like a face-to-face life.
The temple at the foot of the mountain has a famous name in the history of Aquarius Island, and the incense is still deserted. There are several temples on the mountain, all of which are small and nameless, and the incense is sparse, as one can imagine.
There is only one temple on this peak near the top of the mountain, with an isolated cloud table and a simple meditation room. Confucian scholars and little novices have come here several times. There are no mountain monks to welcome guests, only the barking of mountain dogs.
The mountains here are high and the wind is cool, even when entering ambush, it is said that monks still need to wear cotton-padded clothes, and there is no need for cooling fans in all seasons. Visitors from outside the mountains occasionally come here to escape the summer heat, all saying that the world is in the sweltering heat.
There is a small pool in the courtyard, two feet deep. Confucian scholars have carefully examined its stone and soil structure, and it seems that no dripping water flows out of the mountains and flows to the world.
There is Juxian Cliff next to the ancient temple, and a pavilion is built.
Every time the Confucian scholar came here to watch the sea of ​​clouds, he would put on a strange posture, making a fist with his left hand at his waist.
Then the little novice will hear a series of extremely strange sounds, and he will listen with his ears open. It seems to be a Buddhist mantra. The little novice can only hear the first and last words. Finally, there was a sudden bang, like thunder.
The little novice asked curiously what it was, but the scholar also smiled without saying a word, only saying that he would know in the future.
On the way up the mountain, the little novice has good foot strength. After walking several miles, he still breathes smoothly, and asked casually, "Mr. Chen, what is Xiu Ping Xing."
The monks who patrol the mountains in the temple all say that there is a mountain monarch commonly known as a big worm in the mountain.
The Confucian smiled and said, "Take the rice when you wash the rice, eat when you eat, recite the scriptures when you recite the scriptures, ring the bell when you ring the bell, and sleep when you sleep."
"Mr. Chen, these principles have long been in the books, and the abbot also told us."
"Then take my own example. When talking to you, chatting with Bai Ye, Yu Xuan and other seniors, it is similar to the state of mind. This is called a normal mind, but it is difficult. I have been pondering this over the years. question."
"Who are they, big men?"
"They are great people, and they are all heroes and sages worthy of respect."
The little novice touched his bald head, "Understood, no matter if Mr. Chen is rich or not, I have the same respect."
The scholar smiled knowingly and said, "Very good, this is called having a root of wisdom."
The little novice said shyly: "If this is Huigen, then Huigen is too worthless."
The scribe smiled and said, "The wisdom of people is like the breath of heaven and earth that you and I breathe. Whether it's worth it depends on how you look at it."
The little novice hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Chen, I want to ask you something."
Mr. Chen is very arrogant, copying scriptures and writing in small script, and the monks in the monastery begged him for copybook fans or couplets, all of which were declined.
The Confucian seemed to have guessed the little novice's mind, shook his head and smiled: "Let's not talk about this matter."
The little novice sighed.
They didn't go to the small temple this time, but went straight to Juxianya Mountain Pavilion to enjoy the view. After watching the clouds for a while, the Confucian scholar put his left fist on his waist again. As for the mantra he recited, it was the secret The mantra of Samantabhadra Vajrasattva, following the ritual, visualized from the front like a sea of ​​offerings in the clouds, on the white lotus moon wheel Dharma seat.
A stranger came from outside the pavilion, and the little novice hurriedly bowed his head and saluted.
Looking at the clear-faced scholar with frosty white temples, he was as thin as a wild crane.
Yuan Huajing wondered, "Is it you?"
The scholar in the Confucian shirt also wondered, "Who are you?"
Yuan Huajing sneered: "It really is you."
Appearance and mood can be changed, but just such a pair of tricks really makes Yuan Huajing annoyed.
It is no wonder that on a secret and secret espionage report of the Da Li Punishment Department, it is reasonable to say that the wording is extremely serious and exquisite, but there are many "fair speeches" that are just copied to the intelligence.
Some of the comments came from the local swordsmen of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Yuan Huajing was dumbfounded when he saw them, and changed them to be more charming, and he would spray rice every time he mentioned it at the dinner table and wine bureau.
From a distance, he looks like A Liang, but from a closer look, he looks like a hidden official. Dogs are real dogs, one more than one dog.
Yuan Huajing couldn't understand this. It is said that the Great Wall of Sword Qi had a good impression of these two foreign swordsmen and scholars, but the result was such a bad "wind comment". , so unscrupulous and spared no effort, still shocking those who have never been to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
Just like the national teacher Cui Yu, Fengxue Temple Sword Immortal Wei Jin, in Aquarius, how could anyone be so casually ridiculed.
Seeing that he recognized him, Chen Ping'an laughed heartily and said: "After several discussions in the capital, you don't seem to have sacrificed the flying sword of life at the bottom of the box? It's because you can't win anyway, so just hide it, or it's inappropriate. In this world, can't see the light for the time being?"
Yuan Huajing was silent.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's okay, no one has a shadow under the sun."
Yuan Huajing still didn't speak, he hesitated for a while, then climbed the steps and walked into the pavilion.
The little novice thought for a while, then said goodbye to a pair of friends who seemed to have met old friends in a foreign land, and went to see the scenery elsewhere.
Chen Pingan picked up the robe and jacket with both hands, sat down with his legs raised, patted his knees, and said with a smile, "Is this a summer retreat for Yuan Jianxian?"
Although this mountain is beautiful in shape, it does not have spirits and only prostitutes, and there is no record of emperors enshrining Zen in history.
Chen Pingan said: "It's really a good place to live and relax. It can be seen that Yuan Jianxian is really peaceful and happy, and has an indifferent interest."
Yuan Huajing said: "You don't need to say these insincere polite words."
Chen Ping'an sighed and complained, "What's the politeness? Yuan Jianxian and I are the most compatible, and there is no taboo between friends, but it's just irony."
Yuan Huajing choked for a while. Indeed, among the nine people from the terrestrial branch in the capital of Dali, he was the least likely to get along with Chen Ping'an.
Yuan Huajing cleaned up his emotions and said calmly: "I passed by Yufeng by chance in the early years, and I like the cleanliness of this place. Every year in my spare time, I will come here to live for a while. There are nine of us, and our identities are not visible. There is a place that is similar to relaxing, incognito, changing face, changing to a different identity when nothing happens, such as Gai Yan, and opening the Xianjia Inn in the capital. Lu Hui was a county magistrate in a Ji county, and Han Zhoujin was there. A Chixian opened a shop, he was his own boss, and he did some business of selling tea on the border, and there were people who led the secretary to test orthography."
Chen Ping'an nodded, "There is a degree of relaxation, and a person who cultivates the Tao can't always have a heartstring."
Yuan Huajing asked, "What are you doing here?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Subduing the heart ape."
Although Yuan Huajing is far from being a friend, even if he is not a friend, he can still chat.
When Chen Ping'an went down the mountain and returned to the temple at the foot of the mountain, it was already dark night. He studied ink in his residence, spread out the paper, and wrote a sentence.
Stay away from all upside-down dreams.
The top of Splashing Ink Peak.
Lu Chen smiled and said, "If you don't deliberately say something mysterious, then what you see is true and what you hear is false. Generally speaking, it is always right."
Shaking his wrists, Lu Chen said, "Human feelings are overturned like palms, and life and death are like wheels."
Between the words, Lu Chen flicked his fingers, and there was a breeze, which touched the eyebrows of a Taoist Heavenly Monarch.
After that, Cao Rong was like "opening his eyes", following the vision of his master Lu Chen in the past, and clearly saw an old picture scroll of a long river of time.
The scenery is old.
Cao Rong couldn't help but watch the scenery.
It's no use closing your eyes anyway.
Only talking about what you see in your dreams, is it by your eyes?
Cao Rong sat cross-legged, with his palms facing upwards, stacked on his abdomen, as if he were watching Taoism.
The young Taoist stooped down and pushed a two-wheeled wooden cart. There was a sound of rolling wheels on the pitted dirt road, and he entered a dimly lit alley.
The Taoist priests recited all the way "Buddha bless, Bodhisattva manifested".
Stopping outside the gate of a courtyard, the Taoist priest knocked on the door and shouted. After a while, a dark and thin boy with straw sandals finally opened the door.
After that there was some small talk.
The teenager said that he has a good memory.
According to Chen Ping'an's subsequent explanation, it is easier for him to remember things when he sees them than when he listens to others.
At this time, Lu Chen seemed to be annotating and expounding an ancient text, and commented with a smile: "Be careful here, 'more'. This word is used very cleverly by young people."
As for how good the memory is. The Taoist asked the young man to make an analogy.
The young man said that in his hometown, the firing of porcelain has a process of drawing blanks and a craft called jump-knife.
The threshold for this craft is not low. There are many dragon kilns in the town, and Master Yao is the best.
But at the beginning of his apprenticeship as a kiln worker, he only read it once and remembered all the details.
When Cao Rong saw this, Lu Chen "heared" and continued to say: "Just like Baiyujing's various pedigrees, Lei Fa has a lot of inheritance, and almost all of the five cities and twelve floors are involved, but it is recognized that Lei Fa has the highest attainments. Pang Ding, who was in the midst of the war, shook his hand at the unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box, and then there was a Taoist boy who had not yet given the pot. After a few glances from a distance, he said that he had seen it clearly and mastered all the 'shapes'. Cao Rong, what do you think? What is the cultivator's aptitude for this Taoist boy?
Cao Rong said with sincere admiration: "Excellent, shockingly good, enough to be called outstanding."
The city owner of Lingbao City, Pang Ding with the Taoist name "Humble Heart", the old Taoist priest is known as the first person in the world of thunder.
Lu Chen said: "This kind of craftsmanship can be roughly understood as a kind of cutting. It is one of Chen Ping's self-created swordsmanship."
"But at that time, it was called being powerless. As Chen Ping'an himself said, if you see every detail of Master Yao too clearly, you can see every mistake of yourself. The more mistakes you make, the more anxious you are, the more anxious you are. more mistakes."
In the same village, there are two poor people with no money, one is a poor man who does not know how to write big characters, and the other is a sour scholar who has read a few books. the same.
in opinion.
Knowing a lot of whys, but not being able to solve the problem, may just be the source of the pain.
This is actually the crux of many readers.
What you know in your heart is one way, and what you walk on is another way.
Since knowledge and action are inconsistent, tracing back to the source, in fact, the body and mind are not the same, the body is here, and the heart is there.
Therefore, the more delicate the mind is, the more painful it will be.
The wrong words, the wrong things, and the feeling of regret all stretched into a line on the unattainable road beside you, making people feel unbearable to look back and dare not turn their heads to look.
Lu Chen smiled and said, "Back then, I pushed the car and looked for a house, so that I could take over the hottest girl in the world. In fact, Chen Ping'an didn't need to open the door, he just pretended not to hear it. It's just that he heard a knock on the door. , I recognized Pindao's voice and confirmed his identity, it was the Taoist priest who set up a fortune-telling stall on the side of the road, and he still opened the door."
"At that time, Chen Ping'an said a 'but', and then there was no further text. I haven't read the book, there is little ink in my stomach, and there are many thoughts in my mind. Many words can't be said in my heart. , it's better not to say."
Cao Rong said with a smile: "The most difficult thing in life is just talking."
"So I went on to say, 'But' my hands and feet never kept up with my thoughts."
Hearing Lu Chen's words at that time, the straw-shoe boy's eyes lit up, who always gave off a feeling of twilight.
What Cao Rong saw in his eyes, or the poor boy in the eyes of Master at this moment, suddenly changed his temperament.
It is like a meticulous line drawing that was originally only black and white, and instantly turned into a colorful freehand painting.
Speaking of this, Lu Chen smiled, "Chen Pingan is like meeting a confidant."
Then Lu Chen used another metaphor, "It's more like a thirsty person with a dry heart who meets a Daobyn person with a water scoop."
In this picture scroll of time, the young man said two more sentences in succession. I don't understand, but most of them remember. In fact, just read it once and remember all the details.
Lu Chen said: "I used 'most' in the front, which is a general term. When I explained Ning Yao's physical condition, he believed it, so he used 'all' in the back."
"You must know that Chen Ping'an is a very cautious person who likes to deny himself."
"Then when he says 'all,' it must be absolutely true, with absolute certainty."
"This is Chen Ping'an's character at that time. Just because he doubted the world, he found a few life-saving straws and held on to it."
Cao Rong said, "This seems to be different from many people. It is precisely because of doubts that they distrust and take denial."
"Deny yourself, affirm others. It's like slapping yourself in the face."
Lu Chen nodded and smiled: "There are a few people in the world who like to slap themselves, and ask for trouble when they are full?"
"In addition, you have left out a detail. The connection between Chen Ping'an's two sentences is very interesting. There is a kind of unconscious and natural... bridge, which can be interpreted as a kind of equivalence. Exchange. It comes from Chen Ping's intuition. Taoists in the world are almost all physicians. They will understand how important a person's 'awareness' or 'somatosensory' is. In the final analysis, awareness and somatosensory are the person who cultivates the Tao, his own person. Small world, a keen perception of the big world outside the body."
Lu Chen sighed: "On this point alone, Chen Ping'an deserves the reputation of the ground material."
The so-called ground material is the so-called earth immortal qualifications of the ancient times.
Cao Rong nodded.
Lu Chen said indifferently: "It seems that we all have a tendency to destroy all good things."
Cao Rong asked, "In the Confucian three-four battle, did the master favor the literary sage?"
Lu Chen smiled.
In the long river of time, the Taoist seemed to say something casually, maybe the master didn't have the idea of ​​bringing Chen Ping'an into the door at all.
Cao Rong raised his head, looking strange.
Lu Chen nodded and smiled and said, "Naturally, it was intentional, with ulterior motives and murderous intent."
The young man said that he was not as good as an ordinary apprentice, let alone Liu Xianyang, so it was not surprising.
Cao Rong said: "Dilute the air."
Lu Chen laughed at himself: "I was quietly hinting to him that he might as well affirm himself by denying others, but he affirmed others by denying himself."
"I comforted him with the word 'steady heart', which is rare. Don't look down on yourself."
Lu Chen smiled and said: "In the end, Chen Ping'an probably started chatting, and he talked a lot. He even gave me an analogy, saying that two people were standing in deep and shallow water, and they both caught fish, and then asked me if the two were It's not different. I almost blurted out at that time, and asked him, if there are two people, they can stand and bend over to catch the fish, or they can go to the depths of the water, and they catch the same fish, whether it is the same or different. "
Cao Rong pondered for a moment, then said doubtfully, "Master, this disciple has a question."
Lu Chen guessed his thoughts and said with a smile, "I don't understand at all, why is Chen Ping'an on his friend Liu Xianyang's side, why is there not even the slightest bit of jealousy?"
Cao Rong nodded.
Lu Chen rested his cheek with one hand and was silent for a moment, "There is a saying in Buddhists that a bed is placed on a bed, which is of course a derogatory meaning. If you ask where to find a Buddha? You can't put your head on your head."
"Then what if a tall building rises from the ground, and you want to reach a higher level if you want to be poor. What about killing one state of mind with one state of mind?"
"Be careful. As a verb interpretation, be careful with your heart, and in the extreme situation, isn't it Taoist Xinzhai?"
"Another example is the building of the Jingjing Temple. The bones are piled up and piled up into mountains. There is only one person standing at the top. This person does not kill, but commits suicide. He is dedicated to killing countless thieves in his heart."
Cao Rong asked cautiously, "Why does Shizun care about Chen Ping'an so much?"
Lu Chen wrapped his arms around his sleeves, "I once had a whimsical idea, so I won't tell you about it. I'm afraid it will scare you, and my Dao heart will collapse on the spot."
"How difficult is it to find a suitable reference?"
"You can't find me Lu Chen. Lu Chen can't find his two brothers, or Qi Jingchun."
Lu Chen said slowly: "Those who know, things don't harm you, and you don't get in the way."
Cao Rong said solemnly: "If you get it in the ring, you can respond to infinity."
Lu Chen smiled and said, "This Taoist watch is not for nothing."
It seems that the master put away the picture scroll of time, and what Cao Rong sees at this moment is already the scene of the world here.
Lu Chen stood up, "Cao Rong, you also cultivate talismans. What's the point of thinking that Chen Ping'an took so much trouble to act at the risk of taking so much attention?"
Cao Rong said: "The martial arts are endless and full of energy, and you need to watch the mountains and rivers all over."
Lu Chen nodded first and then shook his head, "This is one of the reasons, but it is the second one."
After a moment of silence, Lu Chen turned his head and said with a smile: "In the beginning, I let you take the path of proving the path of Xiaju's ascension, I deliberately tricked you, otherwise, with your cultivation aptitude, there can be many paths of proving the path of ascension, but only This one, you are doomed to fail."
Cao Rong was not too shocked or resentful at all. He was just puzzled. He didn't know what the master meant.
Lu Chen said: "Cao Rong, you have to start from where there is no doubt in order to truly have no doubt."
Lu Chen stretched out his hand, made a pen with his fingers, and wrote the word "doubt" in the air, and then wrote a series of words and idioms related to doubt.
The worldly people, if they stare for a long time, stare at a certain word, close their eyes and open them again, it is easy to fail to recognize the word.
Lu Chen sighed and said for no reason: "Buddhists say that greed, anger, delusion, slowness and suspicion are the five poisonous minds, which create bad karma and hinder cultivation."
Cao Rong nodded and said, "If you don't remove the five minds, the so-called meditation is always evil, and the supernatural powers you cultivate are not the right way. The demons of the people who cultivate the Tao come from this."
The tenets of the three religions are different in terms of many things, but they are actually the same.
Cao Rong suddenly wanted to understand something, and he couldn't hide his surprised expression, and asked, "Master, does Chen Ping'an use Taoist techniques to form formations, and at the same time use Buddhist methods to eliminate the five minds? Since they each perform their own duties and practice, Are you defending yourself again?"
Lu Chen nodded, "This is his real intention, and he hides it deeply. That's why I showed up at the Zhuzhi faction to cut Yushan, and he was uncharacteristically and very angry."
"It's not that I'm worried about what I'll do. It's just a matter of human nature. I'm afraid that others will see my privacy. If I break it, I'll become angry."
"Fortunately, the first person I saw Chen Ping'an was the old Zhuzhi Sect's out-of-door acquaintance, not the sword-backed boy Chen Ren here, or someone else. Otherwise, this guy will definitely turn his face!"
Lu Chen asked, "Guess who is Chen Ping'an in Hehuan Mountain?"
Cao Rong said: "Since the young man is seriously ill, the first fear is high anger. Could it be anger?"
Lu Chen shook his head and said: "It's wrong, it's a suspicion. Therefore, the scabbard on the back is empty."
"In Yuzhou, there is an ancient temple of Luzong. The Buddhists have a saying, cultivate precepts, calm wisdom, and eliminate greed, hatred, and delusion."
Lu Chen smiled again and said, "A Confucian student, in the Dali Temple of the Law School, not only copied Buddhist scriptures, but also practiced Daomen Lei Fa. What kind of mind do you think he wants to get rid of?"
Cao Rong said: "Naturally it is greed."
Lu Chen nodded and said, "That's why I said earlier that the Tao has its appearance, and the sky has its shape. To imitate a landscape, you must first capture the landscape outside the painting. It is the heart-wrenching horse and the demon of the heart who are caught."
"The mountain owner Chen Ping'an who stayed in Luobao Mountain is an idiot, so this person is responsible for collecting all the clones that he sees, thinks, and thinks, and wants to break through ignorance."
"Wu Di, a Taoist priest who set up a stall in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, was close to the enemy's family, but he was 'hatred', so Chen Ping'an deliberately added fuel to the fire and used this to sharpen his Taoism."
"Chen Shanzhu of Luopao Mountain, the last hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, who was watching a ceremony at Zhengyang Mountain, how majestic, but he ended up in Chuiyu Mountain, not far from Zhengyang Mountain, and ran to a vassal who was only Zhengyang Mountain. The Bamboo Branch School on the top of the mountain is still an outsider, isn't it... arrogant?"
Cao Rong was stunned and speechless. After being silent for a long time, he couldn't help but ask, "Where is Chen Ping'an's real body?"
Lu Chen smiled and said: "In a remote rural village, being a teacher, putting away all identities and magical powers, is no different from ordinary people."
Cao Rong was dumbfounded.
What kind of brain is this Master Chen Shan?
"Besides that, Chen Ping'an's actions are like practicing swords. He wants to sharpen his two flying swords and create three thousand small thousand worlds. But this matter, you have heard it, don't spread it out. Chen Ping'an respects you quite a bit, and most likely won't cut you, but he has a good relationship with me, so he won't be polite to me."
Lu Chen smiled and asked, "Cao Rong, do you still think that Chen Ping's move is more than worth the loss?"
A Big Dipper formation, seven visible and two hidden, a total of nine clones.
This requires the use of nine talismans, two of which are extremely rare cyan talisman papers, which are rare items that any Confucian academy gentleman, Taoist true monarch, and Buddhist arhats have to use with caution. And once these talisman clones are sacrificed, the spiritual energy can be replenished, but it will consume the talisman paper itself, so it is time-limited, unless it is closed.
Cao Rong sighed, "As expected of a person who can become a hidden official as a monk from a foreign country."
Lu Chen smiled and said: "This is so powerful? In fact, Chen Ping'an still has a layer of Taoism, which is the 'six arts' handed down by the most holy master, and the sentence 'the gentleman is the three', the nine clones are not idle. If you are interested, you can guess how each of them performs their duties, and I will not reveal the secret to you."
Cao Rong shook his head, "Disciple doesn't bother."
If you meet Chen Ping'an in the future, you just need to take a detour, you can't go around, at most say a few words, the weather is good.
Lu Chen said: "After all, it's cultivating the Tao, how can it be that simple. There may be such a poem or poem by the master in the future, with a wedge-shaped preface..."
He was poor at a young age and loved to read. He practiced boxing at the age of fourteen and learned swordsmanship at fifteen.