A fresh breeze came again, and white smoke began to rise.

In the clear breeze and white smoke, all the granite rocks on the top of the mountain, the small well and the stone tablets beside it disappeared. The courtyard returned to its original state, with the bluestone floor still covered with thin snow, and the snow was full of the messy footprints of the three senior brothers.

It's as if everything never happened.

"Junior brother, your offerings and worship over the past two years are not in vain." The third senior brother held up his sword and smiled at him.

"Sincerity leads to spirituality."

Lin Jue collected the two buckets of water and said to him:

"It's time to eat."

I don't know when the snow stopped.

Many Taoist priests simply set up a stove in the courtyard and sat around it.

A pot of snow-white crucian carp and mutton soup was steaming hot, plus half a jar of home-brewed rice wine. Many Taoist priests all ate with rosy faces and warm bodies. After eating, they all came to help Lin Jue cut the knife.

Twelve streamlined small swords, all made of spiritual gold. After being summoned and enlarged, the length is about the same as from fingertips to elbows.

Three standard three-foot long swords with hilts made of Rizumi heart.

Some people are responsible for checking where the blade has not been sharpened, some are responsible for covering it with mud, some are setting up a stove and working together to cast spiritual fire to burn the sword red, some are using stone slabs to dig out water troughs, and some are pouring water into the spiritual spring.

And control the water temperature of Lingquan, and work together as one, in full swing.

Taoist Yunhe stood behind him and watched happily.

In fact, due to the state of mind and thoughts of cultivators, as well as the concept of harmony passed down from generation to generation in Fuqiu Temple, it is also a small temple. With a few exceptions, the relationship between the disciples of each generation is basically good, but it is so harmonious like this generation.

Relationships are still uncommon.

Taoist Yunhe was also happy and happy about this.

Then the sword blade touched the water——

"laugh……"

White smoke suddenly rose.

After a few chichis, he completely sank into it.

The spiritual gold and spiritual water are swaying.

Accompanied by a lot of discussion and noise, the atmosphere in the temple was very lively, as if it were the Chinese New Year.

I have been busy until mid-afternoon. Twelve small swords that can be used as short swords and darts, and three three-foot long swords have been made. Thanks to the spiritual gold given by the mountain god, even if I grow from a small one to a big one, I can blow my hair and break my hair.

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Many senior brothers couldn't help but take a handful each, turning them over and over in their hands, tasting them endlessly.

Lin Jue also took a handful, weighed it from side to side, and couldn't put it down.

"Junior brother, this sword is great. Even the hilt is made by Rizumi Xin. If I didn't like using swords, I would want to get one!"

"If you blow your hair and break it, it can still be small or big. If you put it under the mountain, it can be regarded as a magic weapon, right?"

"The sword made by my junior sister last year is not bad either!"

"Junior sister's handle is even better. She didn't use the Bean Soldier method, but used a whole piece of the same spiritual gold, which is much stronger!"

"This little sword is hard to use..."

"Junior brother is proficient in the art of darts and knives. Is it for throwing?"

While everyone was talking, Taoist Yunhe was still sitting nearby and listening with a smile. Because he was satisfied with eating and drinking wine, his face was rosy. Only when everyone's interest subsided a little, he asked:

"Lin Jue, you are almost twenty, right?"

When Lin Jue heard this, he turned around quickly.

"Return to Master, this year."

"The people at the bottom of the mountain performed the crowning ceremony at twenty and also took the calligraphy at this time. When you went up the mountain, did any wise elders in the village take the calligraphy for you?"

"No."

"How about I choose a word for you?"

"It's up to Master to come and get it."

Most people pick up the calligraphy scripts from their masters, or from people with high moral standing and respect nearby. Taoist Yunhe is his master and a virtuous Taoist monk, so it would be best for him to pick up the calligraphy books.

Then I heard Taoist Yunhe thinking:

"Your surname is Lin, and your name is Jue. Enlightenment means enlightenment and knowledge. You happen to be a person who practices Taoism. If you practice Taoism, you should realize it and know it. How about I give you the word 'Wuzhi'?"

"Thank you, Master."

Lin Jue is already a Taoist and does not perform the crown ceremony. Fuqiu Temple does not perform the "crown and scarf" ceremony like the Fulu Sect. Naturally, there is no grand ceremony at this time. However, after eating and drinking, in a happy moment

It's quite good for the master to decide the name for him casually.

It is in line with the Taoist’s natural and casual thinking.

"To gain true knowledge, you must come to this world. Although immortality is good, it cannot be forced." Taoist Yunhe stood up with a smile, "I hope you can realize your own way as soon as possible and know where your heart is at peace."

Lin Jue seemed to understand, but when he saw him turning around and leaving, he put down his sword and sent him back to the house.

"No need to send me off, I can still walk." Taoist Yunhe said to him, walking from the courtyard into the corridor, and then into the Banshan Hall, where he sat down cross-legged, "You go out to play, and I will take a rest for a while."

"yes."

Lin Jue then turned and left.

As soon as he stepped out of the threshold of the main hall and walked under the eaves, he heard Taoist Yunhe let out a long sigh, and then muttered to himself, in a calm voice: "Life and death are ordinary things, and there is no going and no coming, no one can do otherwise. I am here today

It’s the right time to go, the wind is in the pines and the moon is in the sky.”

The senior brothers outside the hospital were still playing with his small sword and long sword and chatting with each other.

There were more than ten cats walking in a row on the courtyard wall. They were not the cats in the temple, but fellow Taoists on Scissor Peak next door. There were two cats standing and walking, carrying a small bamboo shoulder bag.

Sitting on it was an old tabby cat whose true appearance Lin Jue had never seen before. Behind them, a bright moon had risen at some point.

"call……"

A wisp of spring breeze blew through the pine trees, and in the middle of the afternoon, the thin snow on the ground had quietly melted away.

Lin Jue suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around and rushed back to the main hall.

Many senior brothers were also surprised and wondered why the Taoist friends from Scissor Peak suddenly visited. The fourth aunt's grandma even came in person. When she saw Lin Jue's movement, she panicked and hurriedly ran after him.

The sword clanged and clanked in the courtyard.

I saw Taoist Yunhe sitting cross-legged on the futon, facing the Patriarch of Moving Mountain, and he was already driving Hexian away.
Chapter completed!