Guo Jing and Huang Rong saw that Senior Mu had closed his eyes and meditated for a long time after listening to the general outline of the Sanskrit text, and suddenly their faces lit up with joy. They both knew that the senior probably knew Sanskrit.
Guo Jing didn't react at all, but Huang Rong had an idea and thought about how to use the general outline that Senior Mu knew for Brother Jing to practice.
While Huang Rong was thinking about it, Lin Qingxuan stood up impatiently, pointed at the three pieces of watermelon on the table, and said, "Don't leave until you finish the watermelon. Wait here for Torre and the others, Quanzhen Seventh Son, Huang Yaoshi and others.
Come here, Huang Yaoshi thought you were dead and angered Guo Jing and the Six Jiangnan Monsters. The Quanzhen Seven Sons are willing to mediate the matter. You can resolve the conflict after you meet them here."
After Lin Qingxuan finished speaking, Guo Jing still asked stupidly. Huang Rong Bingxue had already understood it smartly. She was very happy when she saw Senior Mu in the secret room and disabled Yang Kang's martial arts. She knew that Senior Mu was compassionate in his heart but he was also straightforward in doing things.
He was neat and tidy, and showed no concern about the benevolence of a woman. He admired her very much and hurriedly agreed.
Lin Qingxuan estimated that Guo Jing not only recovered from all his internal injuries while practicing the healing chapter this time, but also improved a lot in his martial arts by joining forces with Huang Rong. The combined martial arts of the two of them was one of the best among the Five Ultimate Skills.
With two people here, not only can the truth of all conspiracies and lies come to light, Quanzhen Seventh Son, Mei Chaofeng, Huang Yaoshi, and Ouyang Feng can also avoid the war, so naturally everything is enough to reassure him.
Lin Qingxuan came here this time to change the plot and save the tragedy of the Jiangnan Six Monsters and Tan Chuduan, and at the same time change the miserable life of the original Mu Nianci and now Yang Nianci.
Destroying Yang Kang and making him follow Yang Nianci back to his parents to live a good life is the first step. Helping Guo Jing heal so that he and Huang Rong can stand up and expose the lies in person, and resolving conflicts is the follow-up. Now that the merits of this trip are complete, Lin Qingxuan considers it a great achievement
One piece.
Thinking of this, Lin Qingxuan was very happy and enlightened. He only felt that he had a deeper understanding of Taoism's respect for heaven and destiny, and his compassion.
My understanding also involuntarily deepened, and things that were still a little fuzzy and hazy in my mind before were now clearly visible.
Without saying much when he got up, Lin Qingxuan picked up his load of watermelons, roared loudly, and walked out singing a Taoist song.
"Climb and cut off the restraints of your mind. When your mind is open, your nature will also be open. When you look back, you will only know the hardship of your family business. When you return to the light, you will feel the disaster of the fire pit. The ambition is to go back first with the crane, hoping that Linquan will never come back..."
Along with the clear roar that shook the roof tiles, it disappeared in an instant. Guo Jing and Huang Rong walked to the door and watched the senior who looked like an old farmer in the country walking with a load. The two loads were bumping up and down in the blink of an eye.
He passed by the willow forest by the Qiantang River and disappeared.
"Senior Master's behavior makes people admire him. Although Senior Mu has a different temperament from Master Hong, his chivalrous heart is the same. His whereabouts are unpredictable, and he is like a dragon that sees its head but never ends..."
Guo Jing sighed in admiration and started talking in a disappointed tone.
Huang Rong smiled slightly, but she didn't care about Senior Mu or Senior Shi. She just hugged Guo Jing's waist and leaned against him, saying softly: "Brother Jing, are you feeling unwell in any way?"
Guo Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he also sat down with Huang Rong in his arms. The two of them rubbed their temples together and intimately discussed what they had experienced during the three days of seclusion.
Lin Qingxuan carried the watermelon and walked quickly along the way. When he passed a hill, he saw patches of sycamore trees covered with green leaves, making a sound of drinking as the breeze blew.
Several porters carrying burdens were sitting in the shade of the trees enjoying the shade. They looked much cleaner and looked like traveling merchants.
Seeing Lin Qingxuan approaching, several people were all salivating when they saw the watermelon in the load and swallowed. A man in his thirties stepped forward to block the road and asked: "Stop, man, is this watermelon of yours?"
Where do you want to send it to sell?”
Lin Qingxuan smiled naively and said: "It doesn't matter where you are, you can go to any market or village. The watermelons grown at home are sweet and juicy, so you don't have to worry about buyers."
The man asked: "How to sell it? There are only three small melon seeds in this load, which are sold to us to quench our thirst."
Lin Qingxuan nodded politely and said: "I didn't bring a scale. Three watermelons are not worth much. Just give me 5 big coins."
After saying this, Lin Qingxuan put down his burden and motioned to the man to take the watermelon.
When the man saw that Lin Qingxuan was honest, he grinned and said: "For five big bucks, what you want is not cheap. Man, let me ask you, is your watermelon guaranteed to be cooked?"
Lin Qingxuan, who had never done business before, was startled and said: "How do you guarantee ripeness? All my watermelons are fresh."
An old man came over, picked up the watermelon, patted it, took a look, and said with a smile: "These small melon seeds should be ripe, but they definitely won't taste good. It's not expensive for you to pay 5 big bucks."
Lin Qingxuan was surprised when he heard this and asked: "How come my father-in-law is so knowledgeable?"
The old man chuckled and said: "This watermelon is a rare item from the Western Regions. I have planted it a few years ago. It seems that the three watermelons of yours were not planted when the seedlings were planted, or the seedlings were harvested too late. This
There are two watermelons growing on a vine. Naturally, they won’t grow big, and even when they are ripe, they won’t taste good.”
Lin Qingxuan and other foot traders were very curious when they heard this. The man in his thirties handed Lin Qingxuan five large coins, and then used the dagger he carried to cut open three watermelons. Sure enough, they saw that although the three watermelons were all watery,
The seeds are yellow in color, but the seeds are bigger than the big melons we usually see. Everyone eating one piece did not feel too sweet.
A round-faced man smiled and said: "Old man Niu, you are so amazing. You can tell what this watermelon looks like just by looking at it."
At this time, watermelons had not yet been improved to produce the red-flesh varieties with fewer seeds and thin skin of later generations, which were basically either white or yellow. However, the taste was close to the watermelons of later generations, but the sweetness was not enough.
Lin Qingxuan was also very curious and asked: "Uncle, can you tell me why the watermelon is not delicious enough?"
Old Man Niu seemed very happy. After all, there were not many opportunities to show off in front of others. Seeing that others were also curious, he coughed lightly and said: "In spring, melon seedlings grow and bloom. Old farmers who are proficient in melon planting skills will wait until the seedlings bloom.
Cut off the young buds, leaving only four or five flowers.
When the flowers wither in late spring and the melons form, most of the small melons have to be pinched off, leaving only one and carefully taken care of. When the watermelon matures in midsummer, a melon vine can only become a cold melon.
The rice plant has given all the benefits of the field to a melon, how can it not be delicious when eaten?"
The man who first blocked the road to buy melons said with a smile: "Oh, this is similar to removing the weeds in the field to make the rice grow long. Pinch the seedlings and remove the melons, leaving only a single seedling. Naturally, there will be no other small melons or reserved cold melons.
If you strive for nourishment, the cold melon will grow well, right?"
When everyone heard the words, they all understood the truth, clapped and laughed, and said they were smart.
Lin Qingxuan had just improved his Taoist cultivation in Niujia Village because he had achieved his goal and was in a smooth mood. He was thinking about the world and all things and pondering the principles of Taoism. At this time, when he heard about Old Man Niu's skill of growing melons, he suddenly thought of the five things.
Thousand Words and Nine Yin Scriptures.
Suddenly, I saw light in my mind, and many emotions and thoughts came out of my heart. I couldn't help but laugh, and I dragged the iron pole forward and kept mumbling:
"The Way of Heaven is like a bow and bow. Those who are high suppress it, and those who are low lift it. Those who have excess damage it, and those who are deficient make up for it. The way of Heaven is to damage what is left and make up for what is lacking. The way of man is not like this, and it damages it.
There is not enough to serve the world. Who can have more to serve the world, only the Taoist. He does not rely on saints, he does not rely on his achievements, and he does not want to see virtuous people...
The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more than enough damage, so the imaginary overcomes the reality, and the deficiency overcomes the excess..."