Eight hundred and fiftieth chapters a caged sparrow
The young Taoist boy stood on the steps, and the old man Yang from the medicine shop often sat there holding a tobacco stick and puffing away smoke.
Chen Ping'an stood under the eaves, bowed his head in a formal manner, and remained silent.
It wasn't that Chen Pingan was being mysterious, but that he really didn't know how to answer. Mainly because he was worried about involving Li Liu, so he had to bite the bullet and keep silent.
The young Taoist boy shook his sleeves, returned a decent Confucian bow, and smiled without saying a word.
The young man sat on the steps and stretched out a hand, "Sit wherever you want. We are all guests, so don't care too much."
I am a passer-by, and so are you for the time being, but not necessarily in the future.
Chen Ping'an moved to sit on the bench, facing the young man across a courtyard with four waterways.
There is no need to guess the identity of the young Taoist boy in front of him.
He once rode a bull through the border and traveled around the wild world. With a single finger, he knocked the old demon of the old throne back to the bottom of the ancient well, leaving indelible traces on the opponent's body for thousands of years.
It even made the Great Patriarch fled to heaven for the first time and did not dare to show his face.
Rao was Taoist Master Sun of Daxuan Du Temple, a Taoist master who "greeted Zhen Wudi every once in a while". It is said that when traveling around the world, he and Bai Ye and others always mentioned the Taoist ancestor who founded Bai Yujing.
, it’s the same as being honored, and I swear that the best fighter in the world is still the one in our Qingming world.
For Taozu, pretending to be confused while pretending to understand is meaningless. As for pretending to be confused and understanding, it is even more ridiculous.
Daozu glanced at Chen Ping'an's Fourteenth Realm atmosphere and said with a smile: "The word etiquette is difficult to have both reason and reason, and not to be rigid. The young master is still very powerful."
Then Daozu revealed the secret, "The fact that you are able to tolerate Lu Chen's state of affairs and so little dispersion is not only because of Li Sheng and Lu Chen, but also because of your own high attainments in 'Xuzhou'. It has a lot to do with it. Only Dao
Collecting emptiness means that emptiness means the heart is fast, and emptiness means the world is broad. Let me just say that among the people you know, Zhou Mi, Cui Chan, Qi Jingchun, Zheng Juzhong, and Wu Shuangjiang are all similar scholars. In layman's terms, they are a person
Only when you have an empty stomach can you eat more. Why can Taoist cultivators be different from ordinary people? What does it mean to go into the mountains to cultivate immortals?
With merit and blessings, move in."
Wearing a green shirt and sitting upright, he looked like a young school boy who had just learned how to read.
Nowadays, several mountaintop monks in the world, no matter they are in the Ascension Realm or the Fourteenth Realm, do not dare to call Zhou Mi by his first name, for fear of revealing the secrets of the human world to heaven.
Dao Ancestor smiled, this guy seemed to be kept in the dark, which is normal. The three religions and hundreds of schools of thought, how could that one person be recognized by the sword wielder at a young age? There were even two senior brothers watching, Chen
Ping An naturally breaks my mind and I never thought that I have been traveling far and wide for so many years. In fact, I not only travel at night with a candle, but also carry a lantern during the day.
But Taozu was not in a hurry to tell the truth and asked: "You have been close to Buddhism since you were a child, and you have a lot of experience in affirming and denying. So you must know the meaning of the three sentences?"
Chen Pingan nodded, "Buddha said the world is not the world, so it is called the world."
Daozu smiled and said: "Good words, but let's look at it more. You might as well give an example. The truth is that the sky and the earth are long and empty. The example is the post ferry, so that the listener can have a foothold. Otherwise, the master can reason and ride a crane to Yangzhou."
Chen Ping'an said: "Su Zi has a poem, Danzhou Yunxia Qianjiang Tide. I hate it in every way before it arrives. When I get to Yuanlai, nothing happens. Danzhou Yunxia Qianjiang Tide."
Daozu said: "Speak again."
Chen Ping'an replied: "The Tao can be Tao, but it is very Tao."
The Taoist Patriarch smiled and said: "No wonder Su Zi is more happy to give you the copybook than Liu Qi. It's no wonder that Sun Guanzhu favors you. When he returned to his hometown, he told everyone he met that there is a little Taoist friend in Haoran who is a wonderful person."
Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed. Even before he went to Qing Ming Tianxia, his reputation was already all over the streets. Does this mean that the fragrance of wine is not afraid of the alley?
Daozu asked: "Have you ever thought about why your two senior brothers dare to catch turtles in an urn? Thousands of years ago, the three of us failed to completely solve the legacy of the old heavenly palace ruins. Now that Zhou Mi has taken over, we will only be able to
The difficulty is even greater. But now that the three of us have separated, the issue of water control has always been better than sparing. Cui Chan and Qi Jingchun are not short-sighted people, how can they not understand this truth? Think again, why Zhou Mi and
When everyone ascends to heaven, what is he waiting for? Filling up the vacancy of the divine throne is similar to the Qintian Prison of our secular dynasty. It has always been a carrot and a pit."
When Daozu said this, he smiled and said, "Zhou Mi can't just wait for the three of us to block the door, right?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "This junior can't understand."
"Because there is something happening in the human world that makes all the things that are careful and careful become sparse."
Daozu raised his arm and pointed at Chen Pingan, "It's you, the bird in the cage."
In the heavens and in the world, there is a tug-of-war of mind and character, which ultimately determines who can become a new and more powerful one.
Luolu Mountain? The soul returns to heaven, and the soul returns to earth.
Of course, Zhou Mi must have his own means, find new ways, find new ways to find solutions, and will never sit back and wait.
Daozu said: "So Qingtong Tianjun left you a letter to ask if you have eaten enough."
Chen Ping'an's heart tightened instantly. He clenched his fists and placed them on his knees. He took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "Am I the one...one?"
Daozu smiled and said: "Qi Jingchun has indeed put a very heavy burden on your shoulders."
Chen Pingan suddenly became enlightened.
Why would Zou Zi, who knew everything about heaven and earth, start targeting an orphan from Mud Ping Lane so early? An existence like Zou Zi had already figured out life and death, and was beyond good and evil.
When he was young, he went to the mountains to collect medicine, but was blocked by a flash flood. Later, Old Man Yang taught him a breathing method. In exchange, Chen Pingan made a dry tobacco stick.
After returning from the capital city of the Sui Dynasty, he was given a flying sword, which was named Fifteen by Chen Ping'an. Old Man Yang's reason was that his family did not eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year.
In addition, the flying sword embryo whose real name is "Xiao Fengdu" is on the first day of the lunar month and the fifteenth day of the lunar month, which means that you can avoid the first day of the lunar month, but you cannot avoid the fifteenth day of the lunar month.
I never thought that the person who could not hide the most was Chen Pingan himself.
He went on a long trip again and went to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to deliver a sword to Ning Yao. There were zhenqi talismans posted on his legs and feet.
Chen Pingan asked: "Is it me this morning?"
Daozu shook his head and said: "That's too underestimated the Qingtong Tianjun's methods. You asked for this one yourself."
Chen Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief and asked directly: "I dare to ask the ancestors, can you solve this matter, and I am still me?"
The Taoist Patriarch smiled and said, "Seek more blessings for yourself."
Chen Pingan was speechless.
Daozu was probably worried that Chen Ping'an had gone astray. It was actually a good saying, but it became increasingly deviated from its original meaning as it spread in the world, so Daozu later added a word, "Blessed are those who seek for themselves."
Chen Pingan asked: "If Li Liu or Ma Kuxuan saw those words, whose handwriting could it be?"
Chen Ping'an has always mistakenly believed that those words were written by Li Liu or Ma Kuxuan.
Daozu shook his head and said: "Not necessarily. What Li Liu saw might be Dong Shuijing, who seemed to be collecting debts for others, or Lin Shouyi, who is 'Dao Xin Shouyi'. What Ma Kuxuan saw might be Ruan Xiu, the god of fire.
Or the water god Li Liu. What Gu Can saw might be the handwriting of Song Jixin, or the finishing touch of Zhao Yao. What Ruan Xiu saw might be the handwriting of Chen Ping'an or Liu Xianyang in Mu Ping Lane. There is only one thing that is certain, no matter who sees it
It’s not my own handwriting.”
Daozu smiled and said: "When you have determined something in your mind, you will constantly look for reasons and arguments to support your understanding. Kiln workers, butchers, workmen, carpenters, woodcutters looking for firewood, and fishermen looking for fish are all just because of their skills.
, each is different, so when looking at the same world, each will have its own emphasis."
Chen Ping'an frowned and asked tentatively: "Those words, are they similar to Red Candle Town? It's like a confluence of long rivers of time. So anyone can be the one who wrote the words, and at the same time, no one can be the one who wrote the words?"
Daozu answered the question, "The reason why Qingtong Tianjun set up this ban is to prevent you young people from working too hard on your future cultivation path. Of course, I am more worried that after the sky of Lizhu Cave was shattered and took root on the ground, I lost a
Without the barrier to isolate the secrets of heaven, the younger generation will go out to travel one after another, and clues about the One will be exposed prematurely."
Concerning the direction of the long river of time, it is a big taboo, and those who practice Taoism must explore and explore it themselves.
Daozu smiled and said, "Can you answer the previous question now?"
Chen Ping'an subconsciously turned his head and glanced in the direction of Mud Bottle Alley.
Walking from the alley to the drug store, if you have money to buy medicine, you will still be light-footed and have no money in your pocket in windy, snowy weather and muddy roads. The same journey, even if the spring flowers are blooming all the way, will make you staggering and exhausted.
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Why is this so? It is due to the state of mind. The Dharma does not arise alone, but arises in accordance with the environment. Traveling through mountains and rivers, but not muddy and muddy, this is what Buddhism calls "excluding one's mind but not getting rid of things". What's more, my husband also specially commented that "the human heart is in danger, the Tao mind is only
The word "micro".
When I was young, when it came to making porcelain, the most important thing I learned was nothing more than four words: one can master it with ease. Whatever the heart desires, the hand can transform it.
Chen Ping'an said: "I don't have to wander around the streets alone just to find a copper coin on the ground, and I don't have to wait for other houses to open. I don't think it's hard at all."
Daozu smiled and asked, "Have you ever picked up money?"
Chen Pingan said with a smile: "I actually picked up a few."
In the night when they were helping people to get water, a child was lying on a field ridge with his legs crossed and chewing grass roots. The stars were shining brightly above his head. The child held high a copper coin he had picked up on the ground during the day.
Daozu raised his hand, pointed at his head, and then at his heart, "A person's rationality is a collection of acquired knowledge, and the paths we have opened up ourselves. Our sensibility is innate and comes from
The heart, the heart is the official organ of the monarch, from which the divine power emerges. Unfortunately, the heart is burdened by human beings and things, and the heart is a servant of form. Therefore, if you practice practice and talk about a thousand ways and ten thousand, you can't get around the word "heart" in the end."
"Chen Ping'an, what is the purpose of all the 'skills' in the world?"
Chen Pingan thought for a moment and replied: "It can be falsified and corrected."
The Taoist ancestor asked again, "Where is the Tao?"
Chen Pingan replied: "It can make people fascinated, become one with the world and all things, and stay away from upside-down dreams."
Daozu nodded, seeming to be quite satisfied with Chen Pingan's answer, with a somewhat emotional expression, "A hundred flowers bloomed, thousands of couples competed, the earliest human sages who changed the world, during those extraordinary years that are difficult to describe in words,
Whether you are practicing Taoism, mountaineering, or studying, it is a very beautiful era."
Daozu stood up and said, "Follow me to the Mud Bottle Alley."
Chen Ping'an stood up and walked out of the backyard with Daozu. Su Dian and Shi Lingshan in the front yard of the drug store were completely unaware.
After stepping out of the threshold, Taozu looked at the street and said with a smile: "Qi Jingchun once traveled to the Little Lotus Cave, and before picking the lotus, he told me that the purpose of practice lies in knowing, and the joy of seeking the Tao lies in the unknown. Good.
Guy, teach me how to practice Taoism."
Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.
Daozu suddenly joked: "You are not a bad junior as a junior. In your early years, you didn't even practice boxing or swordsmanship, yet you dared to let me give way."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I was young and ignorant, and I said something offensive. Daozu forgives me."
"Isn't that what you mean?"
The owner of Luolu Mountain treats people with sincerity, and is not afraid of the shadows slanting when he is upright. "It's what he says from his heart."
"That's okay, ask your conscience at night and let the sun reveal your inner thoughts. When walking alone, you can't be scared by your own shadow."
Walking together on the street, Daozu asked casually: "What knowledge are you studying recently?"
For Taozu, it seems that anyone can know anything. If you want to know, you can know it. If you don't want to know, you don't need to know. This is probably a kind of freedom.
Chen Ping'an replied: "I read some Taoist sects' stipulations and talismans. Before I came here, I originally planned to go to Qintian Prison and borrow some books."
The Li Sheng reminded me of something in the capital: the opportunity for enlightenment lies in words.
"Have you started making plans to travel around the world of Qingming?"
"People without thought, he must worry about."
Chen Pingan was worried that by accident, he would be slapped to death by Master Bai Yujing as soon as he showed up at Qing Ming Tianxia.
It's just that it's hard to tell the right and wrong of his direct disciples in front of the Taoist Patriarch.
"Do you have any experience reading the book?"
"It is said in the "Authentic Book of Alchemy" that the 瓓 inscriptions are characters derived from Taoist energy, so I plan to pick out more Kuilong patterns, Taotie patterns and cloud seal patterns to see."
Daozu hummed, "Reading it will make people and gods fly over."
Chen Ping'an was puzzled. Not looking? But reading? How to read the talisman pattern?
Dao Ancestor turned around and said with a smile: "Just now in the medicine shop, you knew who you were. The fact that you are not afraid now can also be explained by the fact that your own Tao heart is stable, and coupled with the gift of Lu Chen's Taoism, why are you not afraid at all?
, you don’t have to worry about it being purely divine. And don’t forget, the path of martial arts today is originally the old path of Shinto.”
Chen Ping'an's eyes were bright, and he looked at the distance on the street. The thoughts of a Fourteenth Realm great monk were directly reflected in the road. A light rain started to fall on the street. As he walked in it, he said, "Then keep your feet on the ground and walk to try."
Give it a try.”
Daozu smiled.
He looks a lot like Chen Qingdu, that stubborn guy. No wonder they fall in love even though they are so different in seniority.
Very good at swordsmanship.
Chen Pingan turned his head and looked back at the drug store.
Afterwards, the two of them walked to the Mud Bottle Alley together, where Taozu recounted some old Huangli records that were not recorded in the white jade capital of Kyoto.
"Some people once went up the long river of time to trace their origins in order to find their true colors, but to no avail."
"Someone worked tirelessly to find two identical flowers in the world. For half a day, the river of time in the world was stagnant for a long time. Finally, a body of Taoism could no longer hold up and collapsed in the world. This person finally laughed and said,
If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening."
"There are people who travel far and wide with swords, creating the world, looking for an answer, why are there people outside the world, and what kind of sky is there outside the world? Guess what kind of creation the world is?"
Chen Ping'an immediately remembered the encounter with his senior brother Cui Chan at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. He slapped his arm and replied: "Using the art of inverting mustard seeds and sumeru, go to the small world of the human body and seek self-realization within yourself?"
However, Taozu did not give an answer and had already changed the topic, "External teachings do not establish writing. Words are not also words, so some people scattered here and there, trying to break the barriers of words, setting a period of one thousand years, chaos, and the sea of spiritual consciousness disappeared.
Yao Mingming.”
"Some people want to explore one thing. What existed before the ancient gods and created the gods?"
"So some people have doubts, is the long river of time a straight line that comes and goes without a trace, or is it an endless circle, or is it composed of countless indivisible points? Could it be an ancient god?
We created sentient beings in the past, and finally left it to humans to create gods in the future?”
Chen Ping'an remained silent, but he was inevitably curious, whether this Taoist ancestor had ever successfully visited the border, and what he had seen. What was the so-called Tao?
Dao Ancestor smiled and said: "You were almost accepted as a disciple by Lu Chen and became my closed disciple. Lu Chen is obviously further than you thought. He went to Bai Yujing, a bird in a cage, behind closed doors, it is more worthy of his name."
Chen Pingan was stunned.
"But on Bai Yujing's side, it seems that I am the one who made the final decision. Even in front of the Holy Master, I still have to say, if you become my closed disciple, there is no need to work so hard, just be here.
Bai Yujing is sitting alone in his heart, cultivating the Tao, and being one of the Four Masters, he will have no worries for at least ten thousand years...Listen, your sage master is really not surprising at all, and he has come up with a three-character sutra."
Chen Pingan pretended not to hear those three words.
The sage master who never wanted to learn about heaven and man was still a man of good temperament...
Daozu seemed to be having a conversation with the sage master and said with a smile: "I rolled up my sleeves to show you to someone. If I remember correctly, that sword in the early years was taken away to the wild world by a certain proud student."
Chen Ping'an's heart moved slightly.
Among the seventy-two sages of the earliest Confucian Temple, Chen Ping'an was most curious about two of them. Because the sages who accompanied him were highly knowledgeable and were the direct disciples of the most holy master, it was not unusual. However, one of them was famous for being able to make money.
The other one is not an ordinary person who can fight. However, in the later history of the Confucian Temple, these two seemed to have retreated behind the scenes early and disappeared without a trace. They neither created a cultural context in the world nor followed the sage to the outside world.
, but even though he was very curious, Mr. Chen Pingan still didn’t ask about the inside story.
Daozu smiled and explained to Chen Ping'an: "When there are many evil forces, they must be defeated. The Confucian Temple still has some back-ups."
Daozu suddenly asked: "Would you like to meet me?"
Chen Pingan was about to decline the matter, but for a moment, he felt as if he had seen a distant landscape painting.
In the wild world, in a remote place where spiritual energy is thin and almost non-existent, there are two thatched huts next to each other. There is a tall and burly man with a big beard and a right crotch. The man has a strong mountain atmosphere and is chopping firewood with a hatchet.
There was also a tall and thin young man with a bookish air, his hands behind his back, looking at the cat named Li Nu on the hut, which had just jumped down from a tree, carried the cicada and ran away. But
This cat was left behind by an old friend in his early years, and he just helped take care of it.
The man chopping wood asked, "How do you say that?"
The young man nodded and said: "The old poetry manuscripts have been sorted out almost, and in addition, I have prepared three thousand poems. You can go out now."
The man smiled and said: "Three thousand songs, so many? The level must be uneven. Fortunately, we are in a barbarian land, and there are not many people who know the goods. Otherwise, you would have no shame in signing up for your own number. It would be embarrassing to the barbarian world. What do you think?"
The only one."
The young man smiled and said: "Only one? With A Liang at the bottom, what should I be afraid of?"
The burly man laughed dumbly, put down his hatchet, clapped his hands, went to a burial mound behind the hut, and found a broken iron sword, a high crown, a broken rope, and a scholar's shirt.
The man reached out to dust off the ancient crown, put it on his head, and did not forget to re-tassel it.
Wearing a Confucian shirt and a long sword hanging from his waist, the man still has a big beard, but his aura is completely different.
There is an old saying in the world: When a gentleman dies, he will inevitably win the title.
The young man walked into the hut and took off a long sword from the wall. There was an oil lamp on the table. There were people in the world who were drunk and looked at the sword with a lamp on.
When this young scholar holds a long sword, it is like the sharp edges of the world gathered three feet apart.
On this side of the town, the two parties passed by the ruins of the old locust tree. Daozu said slowly: "Guess, has the boss sword immortal returned the locust wood sword box to you?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I can't guess."
Daozu laughed it off and said, "I'll find out later when I have a chance."
Chen Pingan asked: "Is the old temple master nearby?"
Taoist ancestor nodded and said: "I was drinking tea and eating melon seeds at the gate of your mountain. Before I went to Luopo Mountain, I was slapped on the horns by fellow Taoist Jingqing in the small town. He also said that the grass on the mountain top of your house is lush and you can eat it as much as you want."
Chen Ping'an stretched out his fingers and rubbed the center of his eyebrows. What a great man.
Walking to the entrance of the alley, Daozu stopped, looked at the alley in front of him, and said with a smile: "My first disciple, the only disciple who personally accepted him, once had a fable that said that worrying about the sky is unfounded, but Lu Chen said that worrying about the sky is unfounded.
, is the great wisdom, so Lu Chen has always been afraid of a certain saying. The so-called eternal time is when the person who is dreamed wakes up from the dream, and then at that moment the heaven and the earth will be reunited. There is also a Taoist in Bai Yujing, who thinks
It's very interesting. His master is like a buzzing mosquito. Even if he breaks away from the shackles of heaven and is discovered, it will only be a slap in the face. There is another person in Bai Yujing who, on the contrary, feels
The so-called transcendent masters of countless "heavens and earths" are just an extra red dot on our arms, which can be broken with a snap of a finger. Your senior brother Cui Chan has already thought of this. Generally speaking, it is still the one from Lu Chen
The idea is relatively unsolvable. If you come to Bai Yujing as a guest in the future, you can talk to him in detail."
Daozu said: "Just come here."
Chen Pingan bowed.
The Taoist ancestor smiled and returned the Taoist order.
The next moment, Chen Ping'an returned to the Great Li Capital City. After thinking about it, he decided to go to Qintian Prison.
In a room in the Dali Qin Tianjian, someone was burning incense and fairy mist was curling up.
An outsider who just stayed in the Qintian Prison, with a young appearance and a surname of Yuan, has helped a lot in the Taishi Bureau in recent years. Because he is proficient in longitude and latitude, moon phases, and has refined the craftsmanship and precision, he has perfected Mongolia for the Qintian Prison.
Qi Difference and Lian Shui Methods.
It was this person who had a small incense burner placed in front of him, holding incense chopsticks, and burning Gannan incense.
It's just that the Chief Supervisor and Deputy Supervisor of Qin Tian Prison were looking at each other. Just now, the two old monks were still very leisurely, joking a few words like "officials often owe debts to study, burning incense and reading Su Zi's poems."
Chen Ping'an's attack at the inn in the capital before, and then Ning Yao's sword attack, were both very loud, but they were not as shocking as the vision just now.
The deputy supervisor asked in a low voice: "Master Jianzheng, is this hidden official a hidden Ascension Realm sword cultivator?"
Jian Zheng opened his palms, looked at the cracked ancient turtle shell, and sighed: "Your guess seems to be too low."
The deputy prison officer suddenly slapped his knee with his palm, "If you don't believe me, I'll beat you to death! It's absolutely unreasonable!"
Even if Chen Pingan is a
Even the Ascension Realm Sword Cultivator and the Supervisor don’t believe it.
A Jade Purity sword cultivator in her early forties is already terrifying enough, but as for Ning Yao... tell me what she does.
Jian Zheng sighed, "No matter what the truth is, the situation is like this now. The dragon is entrenched in the small pond, and it shakes its head and tail at will. For the capital city of Li, it is an unstoppable storm. Press it with all your strength,
Is it just a fool's dream? How can he understand it with reason? Haha, he is a direct descendant of the literary sage..."
The deputy supervisor said tentatively: "Then the only thing left is to be moved by emotion?"
Jian Zheng was shocked, Chen Pingan was really here!
However, the old monk still looked calm, pretending to be surprised and nodded: "I must go and report this to Your Majesty immediately, and the Deputy Labor Supervisor will be waiting for the guests. Then I remembered that the Deputy Supervisor said no when he was a member of Shanya Academy in his early years.
It is most appropriate for those who have little conscience to speak with affection. If nothing else, Chen Ping'an is still a nostalgic person. Mr. Deputy Supervisor, go and talk to him affectionately and prescribe the right medicine."
The prisoner had a hard time saying that he was really tricked by the Empress Dowager Da Li in the Changchun Palace. Before Chen Ping'an attended the ceremony at Zhengyang Mountain, he was lying on a wicker chair to rest in Guoyunlou Inn. The Empress Dowager Da Li was very
He had to take out the piece of natal porcelain and ordered him to use his magical power to observe mountains and rivers and observe Chen Ping'an from a distance. The result was good. If the Jianghu theory was used, the two sides would have formed a rift.
In the end, the two old men, the prison supervisor and deputy supervisor, both looked at the young monk who had always been silent, "Mr. Yuan?"
The young monk smiled and said: "You are already here. Since you can't drive away, just wait and see what happens. Anyway, the worst result is that the Qintian Prison will be demolished. Anyway, Da Li is rich now."
A Qin Tian Prison, for Chen Pingan at the moment, is like entering a deserted land.
He glanced at the plaque and observed the signs to tell the time.
The hanging elephant in the sky indicates good and bad luck, so the hanging elephant in the sky is chosen by the sage. Qin Tianjian's Qi practitioners observe the celestial phenomena, calculate the solar terms, establish the Zhengshuo, and compile the calendar. They need to inform the emperor of the signs of prosperity and decline.
Heaven and earth have already placed the "Xiang" there, just like an open book. People in the world can read it at will, and monks read it more diligently. What they gain may be their own Taoism and realm.
The word "xiang" of heaven is the radical of "human", "xiang". Cultivating and attaining the Tao is probably the purpose of a person's practice. In the end, the image will be immortal with the heaven and earth.
Chen Ping'an casually stepped into a library full of multiple landscape restrictions. He sighed in his heart. He was worthy of being the headmaster Bai Yujingsan who "can't be defeated by anyone. No one can beat him." The truth couldn't be simpler. Lu Chen was just like
I am alone, alone in a complete world with no gaps in the road, and all the other people in the world live together in another world. There is no obstruction between the two, and the water in the well does not interfere with the river. I just don’t know if a sword cultivator in the Fourteenth Realm can cut through with one sword.
This avenue of barriers.
Over at Renyun Yiyun Tower, there are almost no secrets on spiritual cultivation. Most of them are masterpieces handed down from ancient times by the three sects and hundreds of schools of thought, so Chen Pingan wanted to come here to read.
Because the realm is there, he can turn through books very quickly, his consciousness is slightly moved, and he can finish reading a book in a blink of an eye. Chen Ping'an took down some ancient books that made his thoughts move slightly from the bookshelf, and then silently wrote them down.
Those key sentences.
Even the mountains are like mountains, and the inner energy comes out, even the heaven and the earth. Is it related to the Three Mountains Talisman?
A dragon transforms into a snake and lurks in the water. Is there such a dangerous creature in the wild world that can hide itself with this secret technique?
Are all the demons sweeping the floor and burning incense? Is this related to ancient sacrifices?
Finally, Chen Ping'an took a few books, walked through the wall, tucked the books under his arm, and stood leaning against the railing in a green shirt.
On the other side of the square, a group of monks from the Qintian Supervisor gathered, most of them young, with engraved children's combs and angular buns, and green clothes, with simple styles. In addition, there were some Yuedu Zhushi, Sichen Master, and teenagers with different clothes.
All girls have it.
A group of people were standing or sitting on the steps, some were standing or some were sitting, but no one was lazy. After all, Qin Tian Jian still had strict rules.
What they talked about the most was of course the ring competition between Yu Hong and Zhou Haijing.
Then there are some experiences in the mountains and rivers when going out for training. It is not easy for Qin Tianjian's Qi practitioners to travel, so every time they travel, the distance between mountains and rivers is not short. They often cover half of Aquarius Island in one walk, and their whereabouts are secretive. Every time
Whenever you travel far away, there will always be two groups of people secretly guarding the road. The enshrined members of the Da Li Xing Department and the monks accompanying the army from all over the country cannot tolerate any mistakes. The Qi Watching Technique of the Da Li Qin Tianjian is no less rare than that of sword cultivators.
Chen Ping'an was hesitating whether to return to the town and go to Yang's shop to read the letter, go back to the inn to find Pei Qian and Cao Qinglang, or go to the ferry to meet the two nephews? Or go directly to the palace?
Looking at those boys and girls who were generally carefree, Chen Ping'an had to sigh, the green years are the most lovely.
Qin Tianjian is divided into astronomy department, geography department, engraving department, calendar department, five elements department, and sacrificial department.
Taishi Bureau, Shushu Bureau, Construction Bureau, and recently newly established Boundary Bureau, Shandu Bureau and Dialect Bureau. In addition, there are some bell and drum courtyards, Qingshui Yamen of Seal and Calendar Institute.
Among them, the calendar engraving is also known as Lintai. The newly established boundary bureau is responsible for managing the yellow scale atlas of all dynasties for the royal family.
As for the dialect bureau, the Ministry of Rites compiled the dialects of a continent, and the minister Zhao Yao took charge of the matter, and it was finally stored in the Qintian Prison.
This was a huge expense involving immortal money, and the Ministry of Household Affairs scolded her a lot. Because Zhao Yao had worked in the Ministry of Household Affairs as a clerk for a few days, they described the Minister of Rites, who had suddenly risen to a high position, as a mere peddler.
You're a prodigal. You can't afford to mess with those big bosses in the Ministry of War. You, Zhao Yao, are an official in the Ministry of Etiquette. It doesn't matter if you start a quarrel with your mouth. A fight would be a disgrace.
Within the Qintian Prison, there are invisible distinctions between superiors and inferiors. Those who look at the sky look down on those who look down on the earth. Those who look down on the earth look down on those who only follow the steps and follow the old rituals to offer sacrifices. Those who offer sacrifices look down on those who guard the oats. Among them, the most
In the Calendar Department, which has a transcendent status, Ling Tailang, who was born in Lintai and took the Calendar Examination, has the most noble status and is looked down upon by everyone.
Chen Pingan looked around.
That one, the bird in the cage.
Chen Pingan quietly raised his right hand and touched his left wrist.
Traveling far and wide, time flies, spring passes and autumn comes, I think again and again, the white horse passes by, and I watch the flowers in a hurry.
What really made Chen Pingan hesitant the most was the fact that he traveled far away with another person.
Should we rush to that battlefield, or... go straight to Tuoyue Mountain?!
Chen Pingan turned his head, because he didn't hide his traces intentionally, so he came to the door.
It was Deputy Ma Jian and an outsider named Yuan Tianfeng.
Yuan Tianfeng saw this young hermit official at close range, and was filled with emotion. His merits were perfect, and heaven and man were one!
Is he really a legendary great monk in the Fourteenth Realm?
Chen Ping'an cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Chen Ping'an from Luolu Mountain has met Mr. Ma Jiancheng and Mr. Yuan."
It's inappropriate to call the deputy supervisor.
However, Chen Ping'an focused more on the "refreshing" young monk.
Regarding the Qintian Prison in the capital, Cui Dongshan specifically mentioned Mr. Yuan, who was unknown in the Da Li Dynasty, and gave him a high evaluation: refreshing, high-spirited, full of fun, and amazing.
In the words of Pei Qian when he was a child, if you let the big white goose praise someone, it means Sister Nuanshu sleeps in, the sun comes out in the west, and the dog spits out ivory from its mouth.
The deputy supervisor replied: "I have met Mr. Chen."
This is probably a hint to you that Chen Pingan is no longer a hidden official, but has returned to his hometown and is now a scholar in the lineage of literary saints.
Yuan Tianfeng actually addressed Chen Ping'an as Master Chen Shan.
Deputy Superintendent Ma glanced at the books under Chen Ping'an's arm, but didn't say anything.
A good one comes uninvited, takes things without asking, and leaves without saying goodbye.
Fortunately, those few books are not too valuable. Moreover, among the rare rare books collected in Qintian Prison, there are two book essences condensed by the literary movement, who are specially responsible for helping to pass them on.
What's more, the truly secret forbidden books in the Qintian Prison are not kept in the library. Even if he, the deputy prison officer, wants to check it out, the other two have to nod and agree. Every book he reads will be recorded in the book.
With Chen Ping'an's current realm and Taoism that seems to have "fallen from the sky", it is actually not difficult to find traces of the formation. Even taking a book and making a round trip, no one is destined to know about it.
Yuan Tianfeng asked with a smile: "Master Chenshan, do you believe in fate?"
Chen Pingan nodded without hesitation and said with a smile: "Of course I believe it."
Yuan Tianfeng suddenly held a whisk in his hand to draw a round shape, and then used the whisk to make a split in the middle, "Like this?"
Chen Pingan shook his head, raised his hand, and put his fingers together. He also drew a circle, but it was not completely connected. Then it seemed to be slightly offset from the trajectory, but the line did not extend out.
Yuan Tianfeng nodded.
The deputy supervisor on the side stroked his beard and smiled. As for whether I understand or not, you two can guess.
Chen Pingan asked in his heart: "Mr. Yuan is concentrating on studying how to deal with the demon outside?"
Yuan Tianfeng did not deny the matter, but said with a hint of helplessness: "Measuring the ocean is as difficult as climbing to the sky."
Yuan Tianfeng seemed to be a little hesitant, and only asked at this moment: "Has Lord Chen heard of me?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Senior brother values Mr. Yuan very much."
Yuan Tianfeng didn't pay too much attention, but just asked: "Is Shanzhu Chen proficient in arithmetic?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The more I look at it, the more I get a headache, but it's not a bad way to spend your time."
Yuan Tianfeng said regretfully: "Actually, arithmetic should be included in the Dali imperial examination, and the proportion should not be small. I heard that Cui Guoshi once had this intention, but it was a pity that it was not implemented in the end."
Chen Pingan was about to speak but stopped.
Yuan Tianfeng asked doubtfully: "Does Master Chen have any objections? Or does he agree with my opinion?"
Chen Pingan quickly waved his hand and said with a smile: "Although I can't decide on the imperial examination, I definitely don't dare to nod this way."
Pulling out a book, tapping his head, Chen Pingan said: "If it is really included in the imperial examination, I will definitely not be the only one who has a headache. It can even be imagined that all the scholars in the world are scratching their heads and hopping and cursing in front of these arithmetic books.
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Yuan Tianfeng laughed.
This close disciple of the Literary Sage lineage is still very funny when he talks.
The Deputy Horse Supervisor sighed, "It's nice to be an outsider, we can talk and laugh here."
Chen Pingan said goodbye and left, disappearing in a flash.
Yuan Tianfeng smiled and said: "Don't ask me when I will return the book?"
The deputy horse supervisor smiled and said nothing. What else could he say?
Chen Ping'an appeared in the alley and found that Liu Gao was not there, so he chatted with Zhao Duanming for a few words, only to find out that Master Liu had stopped another old master before.
Over at the Long Kiln in the small town, a middle-aged monk silently recited a sentence like a spring breeze.
In the wild world, several sword cultivators traveled hand in hand, and the man in the middle wearing a lotus crown said: "Go to Tuoyue Mountain!"