Zhan Changfeng pondered for a moment. Before she recovered her memory, she occasionally heard a few legends and anecdotes about seeking the Tao. Pang Ye, who did business with her, once gave her a herbal book and told her that the mountains are deep.
The above herbs can only be found everywhere, and each one is priceless.
Looking at it now, it turns out that this book is actually a collection of spiritual herbs. She went into the mountains several times and encountered ferocious beasts that were very different from mortal beasts. Fortunately, she was able to escape death every time without memory or strength.
.
So before she had any memory, she had already speculated about Taoism. Now she simply asked about it.
She feels that this fantasy is like half of the script, and the other half needs to be discovered by herself.
"What are the conditions for joining?"
Pang Ye simply clapped his hands and said, "I don't know. I'm just a long-term worker. How do I know about the things above? But one thing is obvious. If you want to join, you must be a monk."
"What's its address?"
"Hey~ This is the fourth question." Pang Ye smiled shrewdly.
Zhan Changfeng, "90% off."
"20% off!"
"10% off 50% off."
"30% off!"
"Ten percent off seven percent."
"No, I said, why are you still going up?" Pang Ye shouted.
"I'll give you 20% off, or I'll ask someone else."
"Profiteer." Pang Ye accepted the herbal medicine bitterly, and then replied slowly, "Basically every county-level area has its branch. You will see it when you go there. You can go there even if you are not a member.
Buying and selling inside.”
Zhan Changfeng brought a smile, as if in the empty wilderness at night, the black crane spread its wings, "But I didn't trust it."
"How do you know to rely on faith?!"
"Do you really have to rely on your faith?"
Pang Ye had a grimace on his face, he was careless, he had been deceived, and he had originally planned to trick her into hitting a wall.
It is rare to see a Taoist, not to mention that she is not a Taoist now, so it is reasonable to get a faith, "What is a faith?"
"It is said that you need to be recommended by the members, or recognized by the Yunshui Society." Pang Ye sighed, "There is another way. Successful monks in Chuyuan Academy can be directly recommended. As a mortal, you can't actually get into the Yunshui Society.
Shuihui, the only chance is to find Chuyuan Academy."
Zhan Changfeng nodded, "Where is Chuyuan Academy?"
"Why are you asking about addiction? I'm just a shopkeeper. I really don't know much about those things. I'll tell you everything I can."
Pang Ye took a few steps back and forth, "Oh, you are also kind. For the sake of our two-year friendship, I will help you once. The day after tomorrow, the boss will send someone to collect the money. The person above is different from me. He is a
Real monk, let me see if I can help you introduce him."
"Thank you in advance, shopkeeper." Zhan Changfeng returned the favor and sold him all the herbs at a 10% discount.
After leaving the drug store and entering the busy street again, she could no longer see the mysterious alley. She didn't care and returned to the village first.
"Here, your noodles." The old man placed a bowl of steaming hot noodle soup on the table supported by wooden boards, and was busy greeting the others.
The pretty woman at the table hung on the brass mirror and recorded, "If you encounter an alley, go to the medicine shop and ask about Yunshuihui and Chuyuan Academy."
What will happen if you encounter an alley?
You will meet monks and directly know the existence of Chuyuan Academy, but you will not know the existence of Yunshui Society.
If you don't, you'll miss an opportunity.
But what she saw was the person's attitude. She turned a blind eye to the mystery. Was it caution or lack of curiosity?
The Mingyan woman reserved her opinion on this point, but she was able to find traces of monasticism from clues in the past and took the initiative to ask the drugstore shopkeeper, which is worthy of recognition.
This shows that she chose to practice Taoism, not by accident.
On the day when the medicine shop owner sent someone to collect the money, Pang Ye introduced Zhan Changfeng to a horse-faced monk.
The horse-faced monk stood up, took out a compass for measuring bones, raised his chin and said, "Let's first see what your general qualifications are."
Zhan Changfeng put his hand on it, and the compass glowed brightly. The horse-faced monk nodded in surprise, "At least it's a top grade, and you can practice. You can clean up, and come with me tomorrow. I'll take you to the academy."
Zhan Changfeng acted as his amnesiac self and asked, "I still have a master who needs support and I can't leave now. Can the Taoist priest tell me the location of the academy?"
"Only monks can find the way to the academy. It's useless if I tell you. If you don't come with me now, you won't have a chance. I won't come here again until three to five years." The horse-faced monk said solemnly, "At the beginning,
Yuan Academy is the highest institution in the monastic world. Most of the leaders of various sects and sects are from this school. It only took three hundred years for it to recruit disciples. By chance, this year is its enrollment year. With your qualifications,
If you can go in, if you miss it, it will be a lifetime, so think carefully."
Zhan Changfeng was stunned for a moment, and realized that he really couldn't act out the entanglement, so he could only take a few breaths of silence instead, and then said, "A gentleman's words are hard to follow. I promised that I would take care of my master until the end of my life, so I would not break my promise. I guess so."
This is no longer possible."
"It took a long time."
She returned to the village and continued to live her previous life. Time passed year by year. Even though she knew it was an illusion, it was still quite novel to watch herself grow old.
The drug store in the middle was closed, and she never saw Pang Ye or the horse-faced monk again.
Twenty years later, Luo Laizi died.
The fantasy is not over yet,
It took so long that she began to suspect that her choice was wrong. Maybe this was not a trial at all, but a trap.
She left the village and traveled around. On the other hand, she also wanted to find an eye for the formation and was prepared to break the formation by force if necessary.
Fortunately, the bright woman indirectly stopped her, "It's easy to keep a promise for a while, but it's hard to keep a promise for a lifetime, and it's even harder to not regret after making a choice."
After finishing her sentence, she took out the compass and turned the pointer several times with her fingers, "The next step is the third level."
Zhan Changfeng, who was separated by a mountain from her, felt dizzy, as if a voice was telling her, "Sixty years have passed."
Zhan Changfeng opened his eyes again and found that he was back in the village, basking in the sun in the courtyard. He had no strength in his body and it took him a long time to stand up.
Indeed, sixty years have passed and she has become a dying old man.
A man and a woman were quarreling in the room. One said, "We can't get rid of the trouble at home. How can we still be alive if we are old?" The other said, "Who are you calling me old? Why don't you die?"
A consciousness told her that this was her adopted son and his adopted son-in-law, and also told her that this adopted son was a little beggar she had saved before.
This illusion is very conscientious. In the end, it wants to torture her, hoping to see her feel guilty and then kill herself?
There was still a quarrel over there, and the quarrel turned into crying. The woman said, "The fortune teller said that my son can only live twenty years. There must be an old man in the family who has taken over the lives of his children and grandchildren. What do you want your son to do?"
The man knocked on the table hard, but there was no sound.
Zhan Changfeng didn't listen or see their disputes and sufferings. After a while, the adopted son silently carried her into the mountains in the middle of the night and ran away in a hurry.
The sound of wolves came from far away, and Zhan Changfeng opened her eyes slightly. She seemed to be really old, and it was difficult to even open her eyes.
The flesh and blood have been chewed away, but the consciousness is still there.
She vividly embodied being bitten to death by wolves, and finally, her "soul" escaped from her body.
"How could you not hate it?"
Zhan Changfeng looked at the beautiful woman coming up from the mountain, "Hate is useless, who are you?"
"Congratulations on passing the admission examination. I am your guide, senior sister Yuhua." She turned and walked forward, and a road paved with glory appeared under her feet, "Follow me."...