Zhan Changfeng adjusted his breath into tranquility, no longer absorbing pure yin energy, and focused on cultivating the six consciousnesses.
She discovered that Dharma practice is somewhat similar to martial arts. Although martial arts is about tempering oneself and tapping the vitality of the five elements of the body, Dharma is about sensing all things in nature and absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth. But at its root, they are all about improving the understanding of "I" Master it and explore the secrets of the body and even the soul.
Zhan Changfeng actually doesn't care about what she practices. What she cares about is what is revealed in the process of practice. The reason why she is interested in continuing to practice is not the power, but she believes that in addition to the body and soul, there must be something she doesn't know. Something is waiting for her.
The more she knew, the more humble she became about the world.
The further she walked, the more she wanted to take apart the world and observe it.
The unknown is always the most fascinating thing.
Now, a key called "cultivation" has given her the ambition to open up the world.
ticking
In the lobby, a drop of water rolled down the edge of the table and fell into her ears.
She opened her eyes and her eyes fell on the untouched food. The little inn actually had secrets.
At the top of the moon, all the lights in the inn have been extinguished, like a lonely grave in the wilderness, and a cold chill is spreading.
This kind of chill is different from the cold brought by pure Yin force.
Pure Yin force is one of the high-level forces of heaven and earth, representing pure "death". Its coldness is a kind of supreme silence.
However, the chill in the inn is like a poisonous snake's letter, a crisis and a thorn.
Is it a ghost or an evil spirit?
Outside the inn, the sound of the flute gradually rose, like weeping and complaining, and the hooks and hooks were entangled, as if extremely thin threads were wrapped around the heart, cutting into the flesh, making people suffocate.
Zhan Changfeng concentrated her concentration and tried her best to offset the impact. Just now, she lost control of her hands and feet and had the urge to follow the sound of the flute.
Tables and stools were moved, and the sound of door opening sounded frequently. In the darkness, the inn seemed to be alive.
Zhan Changfeng listened carefully and heard someone going downstairs. Then the door was opened and chaotic footsteps were heard.
Suddenly Zhan Changfeng heard a childish cry, "Master. Brother, where are you going? Why don't you take me with you?"
Well, is there anyone who is not affected?
Zhan Changfeng picked up his sword and went out. The doors to the left and right rooms were open. No one was inside, and the coachman was no longer there.
But some of the doors were locked. She pushed them and found that they were plugged in from the inside. Why are these people okay?
The sound of the flute faded away, almost to the point of being lost.
Zhan Changfeng stopped lingering and quickly chased after him.
It was cold and misty tonight. Looking from a distance, she saw a figure staggering toward the depths of the mountain forest. The coachman was inside.
There was also a small figure tugging on the clothes of the person next to him, vaguely saying something.
Zhan Changfeng didn't understand the situation, so he didn't rush forward rashly. He just hung him from a distance, while locking the source of the flute sound.
The sound of the flute is very ethereal, as if it is blowing from all directions, and it is difficult to determine the specific direction and distance.
The coldness is getting worse, and the tall trees are blocking the night sky. If she goes in again, she may not be able to control it.
But according to the behavior of girls, it is not easy to wake them up.
Zhan Changfeng casually picked up a few stones and shot them through the air, causing the group of people to fall down one after another.
She waited for ten breaths, but the flute sound did not stop, so she walked out.
Zhan Changfeng checked the coachman's pulse and after confirming that he was unconscious, poured a bottle of ice water directly into his face.
"Pfft...cough cough." The coachman did a long jump like a carp, his eyes were wary, and he touched his face after seeing clearly that it was Zhan Changfeng, "Your Majesty... Young Master, why are we here?"
"Try to wake them up. If it doesn't work, forget it." As soon as Zhan Changfeng finished speaking, the kettle in his hand was pulled off. He lowered his head and saw a three or four-year-old girl holding the kettle strap, holding back tears and looking timidly.
He looked at her and said, "Brother, lend it... lend it to me."
"There's no water."
The girl held back her tears, held back her tears, and then cried.
"..." Zhan Changfeng looked at the coachman, who immediately jumped to the side of the old man in sackcloth, "I'll try to see if slapping him can wake him up."
"Crack!"
Master... was beaten?!
The girl was holding the old man's arm and shivering, looking at Zhan Changfeng and the two of them as if they were looking at the devil, she even forgot to cry.
However, this slap was effective. The old man in sackcloth woke up leisurely, and the corner of his mouth twitched, causing a burning pain. However, after seeing the surrounding situation clearly, he put this pain behind him, "What's going on!
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When the coachman saw that it was effective, he quickly grabbed the boy and raised his hand as big as a cattail leaf fan high.
"Hey, strong man, you can't do it, you can't do it." The old man in sackcloth hurriedly rushed forward. He knew why his face was so swollen.
The coachman glared at him, who would care if His Highness hadn't given the order, "I have to wake him up."
"I'll come, I'll come!" The old man in sackcloth concentrated his energy and patted the young man's back, waking him up instantly.
"These people are..."
"It's also an inn."
Zhan Changfeng took a closer look and found that most of them were the men in the lobby. "Wake them all up first, and then go out if there is anything."
The old man in sackcloth naturally heard the sound of the flute, and his heart skipped a beat. How could he dare to waste time?
"Why am I here?"
"What happened?"
When a person wakes up, chaos is inevitable. Zhan Changfeng had no idea of explanation. Seeing that the last person had woken up, he simply waved to the coachman and planned to leave.
"Stop!" shouted the leader of the men, "None of you are allowed to leave, just wait here!"
Now everyone is angry. Don't tell me what happened to me. What do you want to do when you come up to take Qiao!
"Stop being so arrogant, who do you think you are?"
"Does this matter have anything to do with you? Do you know anything?"
"What do you want to do to us!"
The leader glared and showed a token, "The Si Xunfu is handling the case. Anyone who doesn't want to die, shut up!"
"You two stay and guard them, the others follow me!"
"yes!"
Seeing the man and his group running towards the depths of the mountain forest, the group of people who were shouting just now fell silent.
Si Xunfu?
There was no such institution in the Yin Dynasty.
This time there was no need for Zhan Changfeng to wink. The coachman came closer and asked the old man in sackcloth: "Uncle, what does the Si Xunfu do? Why do you all listen to them so much?"
The old man in sackcloth did not answer, but asked: "What are you doing here?"
The coachman couldn't answer and looked at Zhan Changfeng.
The old man in sackcloth touched the painful back of his neck and looked at Zhan Changfeng. Although he was asking the coachman, he actually wanted to hear her answer.
When he woke up, he saw that his apprentice and his master and servant were standing, and the servant's neck was also swollen. No matter how he thought, the child who really saved them was the child who stood by and did nothing at first.
Thinking about it this way, this young master's skills are unpredictable, and he has the aura of martial arts when he hits stones with one hand, and the aura that comes and goes seems to be that of Dharma.
And regardless of whether he was practicing martial arts or Dharma, he was not fooled by the sound of the flute, which made people look at him.
The surrounding area was very dark, and someone lit firewood, and the firelight flickered. Zhan Changfeng discovered early in the morning that these people were not simple, and they contained power within their bodies.
Thinking of the sudden increase in travelers in Huangzhou City, the Tongtian Road in August and a half, and the so-called Zangyun Stream that monks yearn for, she said: "I'm here to seek Taoism."
The old man in sackcloth looked as if this was indeed the case, "Hey, didn't your master or family mention the Si Xun Mansion to you?"
"He died early and didn't explain anything." Zhan Changfeng thought his words were very interesting. Could it be that there are many people who come from Zangyun Stream or know about Zangyun Stream hidden among the people?
She answered like this, and the old man in sackcloth was too embarrassed to ask any more, and said: "It is generally forbidden to come and go between Zangyun Stream and the mortal world. However, there are also many people in Zangyun Stream who have no intention of practicing or have given up practicing due to lack of qualifications. They want to
When he returned to the mortal world to enjoy an ordinary life, he opened a path and named it the Road to Heaven."
"The Road to Heaven opens every August and a half. Only on that day, monks from Zangyun Stream can go to the mortal world with orders, and monks or descendants of monks in the mortal world can also take a certificate and go to Zangyun Stream for a fight.
Fight for the road."
"Just this time, there are more people with cultivation in the mortal world. In order to prevent them from causing damage to the mortal world, the Sixth Academy of Zangyunjian has set up a special inspection office to deal with the affairs of mortal monks."