At the New Year's Eve shop in Qilong Lane, the white-haired boy sitting at the door basking in the sun looked a little listless. When he saw Chen Ping'an, who came here to check the accounts, he just called out "Yinguan Patriarch" in a muffled voice.
Compared with the past, it is slightly different. In the two adjacent shops, there is a "long wooden bench" which is most common in rural villages. Neighbors can have a place to stay and chat together if they have something to do.
Chen Ping'an sat aside, shook his green shirt and long coat, crossed his legs, and asked with a leisurely expression: "Do you want to go to Tongyezhou to practice? There is a small cave over there. How about Bai Xuan and Cheng Chaolu?"
As a child, you are all practicing swordsmanship here. I can ask Cui Dongshan to build a dojo and mansion for you. I will pay for it. The entire sect's territory, hundreds of miles in radius, is now your own territory. When you get there,
, if you are interested, you can also give some advice on Cheng Chaolu's practice. There is a little girl named Chai Wu among them, who has excellent Taoist qualifications. She is Wei Xian's founding disciple. You have a lot of knowledge, and I think you will have no problem teaching anyone who likes it.
On the top of the mountain, you tell Cui Dongshan that it is my wish to allocate it to you directly. It will be regarded as the first peak without holding a celebration. The identity of the genealogy at the Qingping Peak Ancestral Hall is to be enshrined as a guest. It is up to you to choose.
In the future, if you meet someone with good qualifications and want to recruit a disciple, you can feel free to do so."
Because of Bai Jing's arrival, the side of Qilong Lane can easily attract the prying eyes of some interested people. On the other hand, the side of Qingping Sword Sect can hide people better.
A sword cultivator at the peak of the Ascension Realm, especially a wild demon clan who has lived for ten thousand years, is far more attractive than a new sect, both in terms of identity and strength.
The white-haired boy still couldn't cheer up and said sickly: "The road is too far to go."
"It's good to be a handyman disciple here. You're already familiar with it. It's better to go over there and start all over again. It's even more troublesome to go over there and teach people Taoism and boxing. I'm not good at it."
"Ancestor Yin Guan, you can't like the new and dislike the old. It's just that there are a few more people like Cui Peanut and Xie Gou. Just drive me away. If you don't say anything else, I am loyal and loyal. There is no semicolon."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Since you don't want to move, forget it."
The white-haired boy sniffed, looked left and right, and furtively took out a booklet from his sleeve, "Fist manual, living. There are thirty-six pictures in total, that is, thirty-six fist moves, the end of Qingming's world."
Countless martial arts masters, best-in-class products, and average boxing moves are not qualified to be recorded. How picky someone is, you know better than me."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It would have been useful if you gave it to me a few years ago, but now it doesn't mean much."
Having said that, Chen Pingan put his hand into his sleeve without even looking at it.
This sentence is not entirely about getting cheap and being good. Just like Pushan's boxing skills from the Six Immortal Pictures, the benefit of Chen Pingan's boxing skills today is actually extremely limited. If he didn't need to teach boxing to others, Chen Pingan might not be able to teach boxing to others.
I would put so much effort into perfecting and improving Pushan Boxing principles, trying to lower the threshold for ordinary martial artists to learn boxing, and then compile it into a book.
It seems that the more you learn boxing, the higher your level is, and the more you can feel the value of Shanshanquan.
Of course, Chen Pingan also wants to compile a boxing manual that is completely his own, so that pure martial arts disciples of the two sects can follow this boxing manual in the next ten years, hundreds of years, and thousands of years, gradually practice, steadily climb higher, and then reach the top of Mount Pu
Like the Yuncaotang, the descendants of later generations can continuously improve their boxing skills and become better than their masters.
Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Have you ever heard of alternative views on the third level of Wu Fu's End?"
The white-haired boy shook his head, "I'm not a martial arts practitioner, so you can't tell me this. I guess if you did, I probably wouldn't take it seriously."
Chen Ping'an apologized: "We shouldn't talk about this."
The white-haired boy grinned, "You don't look like the Yinguan ancestor anymore."
After Guizhen, from the ninth level of martial arts to the final level of Qi Sheng, he still attaches great importance to it, especially Qi Sheng.
When a martial artist reaches the level of returning to his true nature, he needs to melt his martial arts experience, stances, and boxing skills into one furnace, seeking the word "condensation" to realize the phrase "returning to his original nature."
As for what "magic arrival" means? Chen Ping'an is still groping, and he can only figure it out on his own. There is no other way. Back then, when he was practicing boxing on the second floor of the bamboo building, the old man never talked about it, and the words he occasionally mentioned were also
Most of them are unpleasant words. For example, how dare you, a waste like Chen Ping'an, who has a body like paper and a mind as pulpy as paste, to expect to be in the ten realms on the top of the mountain? Can you break it in half and become the fifth realm in this life?
Warrior, it’s time to burn some incense...
In Chen Ping'an's view, Zhu Lian was lying in the far-traveling realm every day, and ended up thinking about the mysteries and barriers of the Guizhen level all day long.
The punches are light and heavy, but the methods are not superior or inferior.
Ordinary people don't have enough confidence to say this truth.
But Zhu Lian doesn't need to speak, that's the truth.
After all, he was the first madman in the history of Ouhua Blessed Land to slaughter all the other nine people in the world.
Zhu Lian's spirit was so high and his state of mind was so broad that even Chen Ping'an didn't dare to say that he could see it clearly.
The white-haired boy changed from sitting to squatting, which may have made him look taller. After that, the two of them were silent, lazily basking in the warm sunshine of early spring.
Chen Pingan's mind wandered thousands of miles, and his thoughts were like stepping on the rind of a watermelon, thinking of where he was.
Zen Buddhism has always had two theories: "pressing on the head" and "original appearance".
Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered the many broken statues of gods in the Immortal Tomb back then.
There seems to be a statue of a three-headed, six-armed god who casts magic among them.
Shaking his sleeves, Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and meditated for a moment. After opening his eyes, he hesitated for a moment and did not get up. He just sat and made Taoist formulas and seals at an extremely fast speed. There were more than twenty types in the blink of an eye.
However, Chen Pingan quickly stopped.
The white-haired boy also pretended not to notice. When Chen Ping'an stopped his series of dizzying movements, the white-haired boy squatting on the long tree suddenly laughed.
"One plus one equals two. Children who wear crotchless pants all know that. Five plus five equals ten. The answer is obvious."
"But you said one plus one equals two, plus three equals five, then two plus three equals ten."
"There will be some people who insist on saying it is equal to eight or equal to nine, but they don't care about one or two."
"One plus ten is eleven, one is not eleven, and ten is not eleven. If ten is missing, everyone can see it, so this kind of mistake is not very common, but if one is missing, it is relatively hidden."
"Ten is like that, but so is one hundred. Ten thousand is not a million. So someone said that all the scholars in the world are determined to do subtraction. It is best to reduce it until there is no one left. Almost no one is willing to do it.
Additive."
Chen Ping'an first smiled knowingly, then laughed out loud, then his whole face lit up with a smile, and finally he burst into laughter.
Instead, it was the white-haired boy's turn to feel strange, "Is it funny?"
This was actually just a weird statement made by Wu Shuangjiang back then. At that time, the female cultivator who went by the name "Natural" didn't think it was funny.
Just think that Wu Shuangjiang is having random thoughts, he has always been like this anyway.
Of course, Chen Ping'an is a very reserved and restrained person. He is not the kind of person who expresses his joy and anger, but he is not the kind of person who is gloomy all day long and silent for a long time. Even in the old deaf prison of Jianqi Great Wall, Chen Pingan
Ping An also enjoys suffering, and often behaves inexplicably. In Chen Ping'an's own words, people can endure hardship, but they must not have the appearance of suffering.
But in the memory of the white-haired boy, it was indeed unprecedented for Chen Pingan to smile from ear to ear like this.
Chen Pingan was indeed not pretending, but was really happy. He finally stopped laughing and nodded: "Very funny!"
The white-haired boy pursed his lips, "You are all weirdos."
Chen Ping'an crossed his legs, folded his hands on his knees, and said with a smile: "When scholars quarrel, even if it is a dispute between gentlemen, they often don't like to follow the steps step by step and make sense. Well, they are indeed not good at it. It is rare to start from beginning to end.
They are all quite reasonable, and there are not many examples. The Ehu debate can certainly be considered one and second-rate. The debate on poetry and physique among Su Zi’s disciples in the past was also very good and second-rate.
They started to refer to benevolence, righteousness and morality. The worst thing to do is probably just to talk about private morality. The interesting thing about worldly affairs is that it is often the last one that is the most lethal and has been spread the longest, such as removing the ashes of the father-in-law and torture.
Prostitutes... every time I mention it, I must first make a conclusion and then reverse it. Anyway, since there is a lack of virtue, all knowledge must be dross. How can we know the specific development of the various schools of Confucianism? Confucian scholars and sages of the past dynasties, of course I am talking about those who are truly responsible
Scholars, how many attempts have they made, how many detours have they taken, how much effort and price have they paid... I really don’t know what it will be like now, thousands of years from now, or tens of thousands of years from now.”
In the history of Buddhism, not only are there differences between Mahayana and Hinayana, but also the most spectacular Zen lineage in the future, there are actually many differences between the early earth commentators, the profound Buddhist teachers, and the strict lawyers.
Big differences, even within the Zen sect, are caused by constant disputes and mutual questioning, which is why there are so many koans, lantern records, chanting ancient songs and reading huatou... just like Chen Ping'an often talks about it at his summer palace.
Repeat "Biyan Records", "Konggu Collection" and "Congrong'an Records"
If you don't like reading, you will naturally accept that the book says you are useless and you are a scholar.
If you like reading, you will naturally feel happy that reading is for the next life.
But whether you like reading or not seems to have little to do with what kind of person you become.
Probably as the old abbot monk of Ouhua Fudi Xinxiang Temple said in the past, how we see the world is how the world sees us.
The white-haired boy said calmly: "Do you have to study more?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "When I say reading, I don't just mean books."
Being able to live an uneventful life calmly and calmly is something Chen Ping'an thinks he can't do.
But Chen Ping'an has seen such people.
During the period when Shu Jian Lake ghosts were attacking the wall, I once saw a poor old woman who was cleanly dressed.
So much so that Chen Ping'an felt that such people were the Bodhisattvas in the suffering world.
As a child grows up, especially after his parents leave, he is like a family. Without a door, there is death standing outside the door. It is this person's turn to look at it.
The white-haired boy turned his head and said softly: "Ancestor Yin Guan, wipe your tears."
To be continued...