Xuanhuang was always with him and did not dare to disturb Mr.
He thought that maybe his husband was thinking about something, but he couldn't see any fluctuation in his eyes.
"Chang Shan, go and light the oil lamp in the master's room and bring it."
Chang Shan paused for a moment, nodded and agreed, "Yes, Master."
When he came to the master's room and saw the oil lamp, Chang Shan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Master would never light this oil lamp when he came to it.
It seems that after this gentleman came, Master became more "generous".
The light of the oil lamp reflected Chen Changsheng's peripheral vision.
Chen Changsheng, who had been standing at the gate for a long time, slowly came back to his senses.
His body paused slightly and looked at Xuan Huang beside him.
Xuanhuang held the oil lamp in his hand and blocked it with his hand, fearing that the wind on the mountain would blow it out.
"Why light a lamp?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Xuanhuang said: "It is cold on the mountain at night, and one more oil lamp will bring more warmth."
Chen Changsheng took a look at the oil lamp and saw that there was some dust on it. It must have been that it had not been used for a long time.
This shows how frugal Xuanhuang is usually.
If he were alone, he might not have to live such a miserable life, but there were four disciples in the temple, so the responsibility naturally fell on him as the master.
"You, you."
Chen Changsheng shook his head, but didn't know what to say.
Xuanhuang smiled warmly and said, "If there is a bright light to guide us, we may be able to see the great road."
"The great road?" Chen Changsheng blinked.
Xuanhuang replied: "The great road is right in front of you."
Chen Changsheng shook his head and denied, "It's just gravel in the vast sea of people. How can we talk about it?"
He stretched out his hand and took the oil lamp from Xuanhuang's hand.
Xuanhuang said: "The wind is strong on the mountain, sir, be careful that the wind blows the oil fire."
The flames flickered in the oil lamp.
During the shaking, the oil in the oil lamp seemed to spill out.
Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand and moved away from the oil lamp.
"Certainly!"
With one word of edict, the law is issued.
The oil fire in the oil lamp immediately calmed down.
If you don't cover it, sir, even if a strong wind blows, the pillar of fire will not move at all.
Xuanhuang was shocked when he saw this scene.
Chen Changsheng explained: "This is the method of edicts, calming the fire, but it is actually a small way."
"Then what is the great road?" Xuanhuang asked.
Chen Changsheng looked outside. Under the light, he could see his hair fluttering and a breeze blowing.
Chen Changsheng raised his hand again and pointed far away.
"The wind stopped."
After the order was given, the breeze stopped and the gentleman's hair fell down again.
The light illuminated them both.
Xuanhuang's eyes revealed a look of horror, and he was speechless for a while.
Chen Changsheng turned to look at him and said: "The so-called small path only lies in itself, just like this oil lamp. Although it stabilizes the candle flame, the source that affects the movement of the candle flame has never changed. But if it can affect external objects,
When there is no wind, the candle flame will naturally remain stationary, which is called the Great Way."
"You have been on this mountain for more than sixty years and are used to living a life of poverty, but it is not enough to just keep the status quo. You need to make changes. Even if you don't think about yourself, you still need to think about this Taoist temple.
Think about it, think about these disciples, right?"
Xuanhuang naturally knew what the gentleman was talking about.
The current situation of Liuyun Temple is getting worse year by year. When the master was alive, there were still some pilgrims coming to the mountain, but now after he took over as the temple's master, there are almost no pilgrims anymore.
The Taoist temple was damaged in several places, and there was no money to repair it. Even food and clothing became a problem.
"That's what you taught me, sir." Xuanhuang sighed softly.
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said: "There is water in the mountains, why not dig a well, there are fields behind the mountains, why not cultivate them, and there is land in front of the temple, why not plant trees, which will produce fruits in the coming year. Cultivation is not just about sitting and meditating. Your disciples will
It’s clearer than you think.”
"Sir, are you talking about...Changshan?"
"I helped him carry water when we went up the mountain. Do you know what he was talking about?"
Chen Changsheng continued: "He said that carrying water is also his practice, do you understand?"
Xuanhuang took a deep breath, closed his eyes and muttered: "Infinite Heavenly Lord, thank you sir for your teaching."
Chen Changsheng raised his hand and said, "Go and have a rest."
Xuanhuang continued: "I have asked my disciples to clear out an empty room. Sir, please come with me."
Chen Changsheng waved his hand and said: "No need, I will sleep in the library tonight."
"How can that be done?"
"What's wrong?"
Chen Changsheng said: "It doesn't matter where you sleep."
In the end, Xuanhuang failed to convince Mr. Chen. After sending him to the bookstore, he withdrew and returned to his room.
Chen Changsheng placed the oil lamp on the floor of the library.
He picked up a book and started reading.
The books given by the Old City God are all real magical powers. Although in the eyes of some powerful people, these small skills are not worthy of publicity, but to Chen Changsheng, these are rare treasures.
"well……"
Chen Changsheng looked at it and sighed.
"Without magic power, I can only watch in vain."
Although he can understand these spells, he has been practicing magic for the past few years, and he has no magic power at all.
The reason why the art of edicts can be used is entirely because the main purpose of this method is to use spiritual thoughts to connect heaven and earth. To put it bluntly, it is a reward from heaven and earth.
But Chen Changsheng couldn't use any real magic.
Only by refining qi and essence can you have magical power in your body.
However, he lives and dies, and dies and lives again, how much magic power can he develop.
Although he did not die after dark this time, Chen Changsheng could feel that he was still going to die, but his life time would be slightly longer this time, maybe tomorrow, maybe tonight.
Thinking of this, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but feel a little headache.
He put down the book in his hand and thought of what happened during the day.
"By the way, hair!"
Chen Changsheng carefully dug out the strand of hair from his pocket.
He placed it in front of the candlelight and looked at it carefully.
Divine thoughts also focused on that hair.
But the result was... mediocre.
Chen Changsheng didn't understand why this hair had such great power in the evil ghost's hands, but he couldn't see that there was any magic power in it.
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and decided to give it a try.
"Maybe there is magic in the hair, but I can't use it directly, but have to borrow it..."
He stretched out his fingers and pinched the hair between them.
"Borrowing the Dharma from Fa, the technique says, the ground is also dust-free, and the house is also dust-free."
"net!"
I saw a golden light suddenly emitting from the hair.
With the help of its magical power, the dust-purifying technique can be performed.
"Buzz."
I saw that ray of golden light sweeping up and down the library, and all the clutter in the room was swept up by the golden light.
In just the blink of an eye, the golden light faded away.
The dust in the room gathered into a ball, and finally fell in front of Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and said, "It's really okay!"