The front hall and back hall of Bodhi Temple were separated by screens. Qian Chen and others walked around to the back hall, with many scattered cups and small beds placed randomly.
The back hall is not very wide, and there is still the mess of last night's banquet, and the smell of wine is filled with.
A man with wide robe and big sleeves and open collars leaned against the couch wall, and his long beard on his jaw was messy and stained with suspicious liquid.
He was still holding a wine pot in his arms, half drunk and half awake, looking at the person who came in vaguely.
Yan Shu couldn't help laughing when he saw this familiar scene.
He turned around and said to Qian Chen: "It's a bit like the scholars in Jin State who took Wushi Powder. The Tang people are good at wine, just like the Jin State's good at Wushi Powder!"
Qian Chen sneered: "What good elixir can cinnabar, realgar, alum, Zeng Qing, Ci Shi refine? The medicinal properties are dry and hot. Although it can increase cultivation, its elixir is particularly fierce. Taking warm wine, cold bath, walking, and open clothes, and taking naked bodies, how many elixirs can be emitted? Isn't it damage your foundation?"
Qian Chen stepped forward and called out, "Wu Daoxuan?"
"Hmm?" the man woke up quietly and said in a daze: "What are you?"
"I'll ask you to draw a mural!" Qian Chen did not explain much. At this time, Wu Daozi was half drunk and half awake, and his spirit was hidden inside, and he was using the method of cultivating the gods.
Qian Chen did not expect that Wu Daozi was a pure spiritual cultivation. He focused on the mind but not the energy. He did not nourish the body with qi. Instead, he visualized and meditated, nourished the soul and spirit, and then wandered out of his body, nourishing the soul with various methods of cultivating the spirit. What he pursued was the way to corpse dissection.
The Yin God seizes the body, the Yang God’s corpse is dismantled, and the Yuanshen ascends.
Wu Daozi uses the spirit of drinking to travel to the Eight Poles every day, using the essence of the sun and the moon, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish the spirit and refine the spirit.
Qian Chen observed his soul who stayed at his own life and knew that he was able to travel out of the divine day and would not be burned by the sun fire. Except for the noon every day, he could not travel out of his body and walk in the light of the sun fire, and he could not pass through the other time without any obstacles. He had already stepped into the Yin God half a step.
The divine cultivation only cultivates nature but not life. Compared with the true Taoist cultivation like Qian Chen and Yan Shu, it is a lot worse. Yan Shu and Qian Chen both have profound martial arts. Whether it is magical powers or magic powers, they are all very good at raising their bodies.
In the future, it will be the celestial immortal fruit position that ascends to the flesh.
However, the divine spiritual cultivation has gone through various disasters and is extremely powerful, and there are always some amazing magical powers and magic. If you comprehend the first and second great ways and use the divine to deliver the Tao, you can even cultivate some amazing skills.
It is not surprising that Wu Daozi lets his body lie on the couch like this. The divine cultivator often travels to the eight extremes, the Yin God, and the Yang God leave their bodies and travels to the world and wilderness, and even enters other worlds.
I only entrust my body to my disciples and friends, and the heavens and all realms are in a constant order. There are many tragedies where my body has died of old age after returning from a trip.
The entrusted work is not the one who is the one who is burned by his disciples and friends, and some are even held hostage and forced to ask about the Taoist practice.
If you lose your physical body like this, you will either be secretly reincarnated without going through the cycle of reincarnation, and there will be no mystery in the fertility. As long as you complete the cause and effect of that physical body, you can practice Taoism again.
Or you can seize a house and use it as your body.
There are also those who do not want to get involved in cause and effect, and they can also collect energy and refine themselves to form the body of the Nascent Soul, which is purely based on the body of the vitality.
Wu Daoxuan was wandering outside, and there were friends like He Zhizhang guarding him. The seven immortals in the hall were at the worst, and the cultivation level of the Dancheng was much better than his disciples with shallow cultivation, or Wu Daozi's own Chang'an house, which could not set up any powerful restrictions!
He Zhizhang's call just now was to call back the Yin God who had been wandering far away from Wu Daozi.
"Today's Qianqiu Festival, I won't draw walls!" Wu Daozi's body said impatiently.
Qian Chen took out Jingshen Xiang from his sleeve, and casually opened an aromatherapy silver ball hanging beside the couch. A trace of pure Yang true fire emanated from his fingertips, igniting Jingshen Xiang.
The fragrance sways, covering the hall.
This slight fragrance followed the connection between Wu Daozi's soul and body, and built a bridge of fragrance, and the slight fragrance spread to the extreme.
In Jialan Temple in Luoyang, Wu Daozi, who was playing chess in the temple, suddenly frowned slightly. After smelling his body, he saw that his body instantly became empty. The light inside the room could penetrate his body, and a faint fragrance lingered in nourishing his soul. The fragrance enveloped him, and he felt that even the real fire of the sun at noon would probably not hurt him!
The old abbot who played chess with him smiled and said, "Last night, Zhang Guo came to the Baima Dharma Realm for a long time, and the Taoist and Buddha families parted in disagreement. Just now, the Siming Madman called you again, and it can be seen that when there is something important, you should go back first!"
Wu Daozi said regretfully: "It seems that we can't finish this game of chess!"
He got up and went to the temple and threw himself into the painted wall in front of the hall.
After he left, the old abbot sighed quietly: "This game of chess may not be able to finish in this life! Although Zhang Guo is not in harmony with my Buddhism, he is not a person who causes trouble. He risked the danger of breaking the White Horse Dharma Realm in Luoyang to warn us."
"But it was left unresolved because of the prejudices of the Taoist and Buddha schools!"
"Last night, the sword light of Chang'an was three thousand feet long, and the demons were killed like a gate grass. It should be respectable and awesome. In order to save the demons, several senior brothers have been planning for two hundred years, but it is difficult to prevent the empress from the time of the time, and how many people from the demon sect had mixed in."
"If the roots are rotten and you still want to contain borers, don't you know that under the connection between inside and outside, this big tree of Buddhism will also fall into the sky!"
The old abbot sighed in a low voice. Others said slight words, but although they meant to join the Taoist sect, they were still rejected. Can they only play chess with Wu Daozi here?
Wu Daozi crawled into the murals in Luoyang and appeared again. He had turned into a monk who worshiped Buddha in the murals of Bodhi Temple. He wore a wide coat and bowed slightly to the Bodhisattva, and then gradually walked from a monk who was the size of a palm on the Buddha statue to the painting wall.
When his figure on the painting wall was as high as an ordinary person, he stepped out of the painting wall.
His figure flashed and he returned to the body of his couch.
Wu Daozi's body was united, stretched his waist, his eyes were bright, and he was no longer drunk. He only felt that his soul was nourished by the fragrance. He left his body overnight, and there was no gap between him and his body. His whole body was harmonious and very comfortable.
"What a fragrance...the wonderful fragrance nourishes the soul, and it is better than the abbot of Xingshan Temple in order to repay me for the wall painting, and my three purple gold and white sandalwood Buddha fragrances!"
"If you give me three pills, I will draw a wall for you. What if you have eight feet wide and one zhang long? But this pill cannot be counted! For every 1 zhang increase, you will give me three more pills!" Wu Daozi said timidly like a businessman selling paintings.
Qian Chen opened his hands and said with five fingers: "I'll give you ten pills!"
"Three zhang painted wall!" Wu Daozi said in surprise: "In the past, such a long subject had to be added to the money!"
"But see that your fragrance is really wonderful, I'll just let it go!" He tidied up his clothes and asked, "What are you drawing?"
"Hell!" Qian Chen said leisurely.
"Hell!" Wu Daozi's face was solemn: "You want me to draw a disguised picture of hell. This is a big theme! According to the market, you have to increase the money."
"Listen to me first!" Qian Chen said: "The hell transformation I want to draw is to be able to imprison the ghosts and gods in Chang'an, to be able to evolve a world of hell, to let the gods rise and fall in it, to imprison countless evil spirits and evil ghosts, and demon heads. What I want to draw is a disguised picture of hell that looks like a real hell!"
"Please leave...not send it!"
Wu Daozi's face sank, is this man here to play tricks on him?
"I brought the best wine in the world!"
Qian Chen is not afraid of seducing Wu Daozi.
Wu Daoxuan's throat moved and cursed, "What kind of wine can be called the best wine in the world? What kind of wine in the palace I have never drunk? Is it Jiannan Shaochun from Shu? Is it the bamboo leaves of "Orchid Suizu, bamboo wine is Chengfang"? Or the toad Qing from Xiamaling? Or the Bodhi wine brewed in this Bodhi Temple?"
Yan Shu was dissatisfied, and he stared at him and said, "It's Kunlun Shang!"
Yan Shu's voice was quite loud, and Zhang Xu in the outer hall could not sit still and asked echoed: "What Kunlun Cup? But the Kunlun Cup brewed by Xie Xuan during the Wei and Jin Dynasties? The Hupu is connected to the water of the river source for only half a liter of a day. The Dan water is as red as red. I used it to brew wine to get the peerless wine called Kunlun Cup?"
Yan Shu shouted, "What is Kunlun Cup! What I meant was brewed from the imperial capital of the Emperor, the Immortal Danquan, where Kunlun Yuxu Palace is located, and was made from the method of brewing the immortal wine drank by the Queen Mother of the West in the past. It is known as Kunlun Cup. The immortal wine that Lu Wu looked back on - Kunlun Cup!"
Wu Daozi's throat was wriggling, obviously he had already moved, but he still didn't believe in it: "Kunlun has long become a fairy tale, how can there be any Yuxu Palace in the world!"
Qian Chen opened the plug of the red-skinned gourd and looked left and right. He always felt that the cups around him were not worthy of Yan Shu's bragging, so he rolled the banana leaves used to make the banana leaves cup.
A clear spring slowly fell from the mouth of the gourd, and turned into a pool of jade liquid in the banana leaf cup.
Zhang Xu, who heard this from the front hall, looked over and said with a smile: "This method is so elegant... In the future, we were drunk next to the stream in the garden, picked the banana next to it, rolled it into a green leaf bottle, drank a bottle of wine and threw a leaf, let the banana leaves flow down the river, and drank it until the banana leaves are over, and the moon is in the sky."
Wu Daozi smelled the scent of wine that could not be described in words, and immediately showed a look of lust and soul-giving expression, just like the old Dengtuzi met a stunning beauty.
Qian Chen glanced at him and secretly signaled to Yan Shu, "Is this wine really so wonderful? Why is it just so good when I drink it?"
Yan Shu's eyes were strange, as if saying, "How do I know what you have? Everyone who has drunk this wine said it is wonderful. Only you look like a senior brother is so hard that he is."
Qian Chen thought about it slightly, thinking that something contained in this wine could not penetrate his soul protected by the Dao Dust Pearl.
"Then in this way, isn't this wine the same as the demon?" Qian Chen was slightly confused, but thought that Kunlun Shang was brewed using the old method of the Queen Mother of the West, and the gods and demons were one, and the essence was the same. Maybe what is the commonality?
Wu Daozi carefully held the banana leaf cup in Qian Chen's hand, and a clear spring came into his throat. His eyes lit up, and he shone with unparalleled brilliance, and he said with a utmost brilliance: "I'll take this job!"
After saying that, the baby held the banana leaf incredibly and said, "You are also promised to me in this gourd!"
Zhang Xu hurriedly said, "It's really Kunlun Cup? Let's try it!"
He reached out to grab the banana leaf cup, and Wu Daozi hid it behind him early and shouted, "Fake it, fake it!"
"You can also try it for me! When you learned calligraphy from me in the past, you were not so disrespectful to your teachers and respect the Tao!" Zhang Xu threatened.
"I gave it to Shu Xiu too!" Wu Daoziqiang was stubborn, but he could not resist the status of teachers and students, so he had to give him a sip. Qian Qianqian fell a little with his heartache, and Yan Shu kept pulling Qian Chen's sleeves next to him.
Zhang Xu's eyes also lit up, and he shone with a divine light of desire, and he felt a little numb when he looked at Qian Chen.
He asked anxiously: "Writers! Do you want words? How can you not have words when you have a painting? And actually I can draw them too. Why don't you let me and Wu Daoxuan go together!"
Wu Daozi also said anxiously: "Where are you going to draw? We can go there now."
Qian Chen showed a devilish smile and said, "We only have half a day to do it!"
"Half a day!" Wu Daozi exclaimed: "You might as well kill me!"
"I can!" Zhang Xu volunteered.
"It's okay for half a day... I'll have to wait for me to finish my drink!" Wu Daozi immediately changed his face and said, "We'll set off now!"
"This painting also needs to form a painting world with all the murals you have painted before. If any temple in Chang'an moves something, it will be pulled into the hell in the painting!" Qian Chen said the final conditions with a serious expression.
Only then did Wu Daozi completely change his face: "Although the wine is good, it has the highest trust and righteousness. I am sorry that I cannot draw this painting."
He used a pen to make a sword saying: "Wine has entered my stomach. Since I can't draw it, how can I bear it? Wait for me to give it back to the wine after I cut my stomach!"
Zhang Xu hesitated and said to Wu Daoxuan: "You invited me to drink, I won't dissection! You can dissection for me again!"
Qian Chen held He Zhizhang's golden beetle bag in his hand and said, "You can't trust me, how can you trust He Jian?" He took out the Tianshi Seal and said, "How can you trust Sima Ziwei?"
Wu Daozi was speechless and frozen on the spot. Seeing that he was confused, it was obvious that the battle between heaven and man in his heart was very difficult.
Qian Chen slowly grew up and said, "If you can trust me, go with me to save Chang'an! If you don't believe me, I will never force you!"
Wu Daozi was silent. After a long time, he spoke a tough tone and beat his chest and stamped his feet: "What the hell are you going to do?"
"This is going to harm me!"
He burst into tears: "I, Wu Daozi, just want to drink and draw honestly. Why do all the troubles come to you? Save Chang'an... Can I do this? If I don't do it well, Your Majesty wants to kill me!"
"Don't be afraid! He kills you, I will kill him!" Qian Chen comforted.
Wu Daozi cried even harder when he heard this. He sobbed and said, "Why did He Zhizhang and Sima Ziwei believe you, a madman? If you want to kill Your Majesty, is this what a person can say? Is this what his ministers and the people can say? You are a thief... a thief!"
He almost fainted sobbed, regretting that he had boarded the pirate ship.
While crying, Wu Daozi covered his face with his sleeves, drank the fairy wine in the banana leaf cup, and said with a little drunkenness: "Let's go!" Zhang Xu was stunned by the side, not knowing whether he was being tricked for a moment! Or was Wu Daozi really want to drink to relieve his sorrow!
He looked at the banana leaves on the ground, and there were some water marks on it, which made him hesitate to give up this little face.
Pick it up and lick it?
Chapter completed!