The sky was bright, and the east mountain covered a small half of the green and white dome.
Looking out from Lingfeng, there are also distant mountains beyond the distant mountains. A red sun emerges and sheds the first ray of rays of rays on the world. When this rays of rays passed over a hut in the valley of Mang Mountain, it was swallowed by a body.
One bite and the rest scattered.
Yang Zhaoxi lay on the wooden table, drowsily asleep. The acquired energy in his body was flowing freely, washing away his increasingly stronger body. From the initial count of one breath to the current one, it can be said that the small cycle has improved rapidly.
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The acquired Qi is billowing, and every time it rushes through the Tianxin point between the eyebrows, the sealed innate Qi will be loosened. Up to now, no one knows how many strands of innate Qi have leaked out, merged into a wisp, and
The huge acquired Qi is intertwined together, like the adhesion of bones and flesh, black and white are distinct.
Opening his sleepy eyes, the acquired Qi in his body became more excited, constantly hitting several large acupoints on Zhou Tian, tingling and feeling extremely comfortable. Yang Chaoxi faintly noticed that in his deep sleep just now, there seemed to be a wisp of foreign Qi that had been stolen.
Coming in, the thin purple inhaled into the heart and lungs from the mouth and nose, shivering in the middle Dantian. Washed by the excited acquired energy, it was finally eaten away bit by bit and turned into "nutrients" for practice.
Yang Zhaoxi glanced at the wooden table. There was paper and pen. The song "Returning to Hometown" that she wrote last night was nowhere to be found. She looked around and under the table, but there was still nothing there. Just when she was about to ask a question, Lu Qiuniang had already left.
When I came back from picking mulberry outside, I still held a pair of rabbit fur boots in my hand!
Yang Chaoxi felt slightly troubled and hurriedly said: "Mom... have you seen her? She didn't hurt you, right?"
Lu Qiuniang nodded with a complicated expression: "Xi'er, Miss Liu came here early in the morning...she didn't mean to do any harm. She originally wanted to say goodbye to you, but she heard that you were sleeping soundly, so she wrote a handwritten letter,
Ask me to bring it to you."
While Lu Qiuniang was talking, she took out a small letter bag from the sleeve of her jacket and placed it on the wooden table. She took off her backpack and went to clean the silkworm silt and add mulberry leaves.
Yang Zhaoxi took the letter bag, her tentacles were soft, and she reached in and took out a large piece of yellow silk. There were dragons and phoenixes dancing on the yellow silk, and there were several cursive lines printed on it. It was written with a jade hairpin dipped in rouge. But the handwriting was scrawled.
, seems to have been written in a hurry, with a semi-contemporary tone, which is in line with her quirky style:
The little Taoist priest's poetry is good, but it's just too decadent! In order to prevent others from seeing it, my aunt will keep it for you. If there is something in the family that wants to find me, avoid me for fear of not being able to find me! If there are weird people who inquire about me, don't reveal my whereabouts! Remember, remember! The next day
If something happens, use Xun as your nickname. If you are nearby, you will come to help. Humans and demons have different paths, so it is easy to get together and disperse!
Yang Zhaoxi held the yellow silk in her hand, feeling melancholy. Thinking of the beautiful attire of the witch Liu Xiaomu, she felt nostalgic. At this moment, there was a soft "bang" in her hand, but the ball of yellow silk spontaneously ignited without fire and quickly turned into a few petals of ashes.
It really shocked him.
"As expected, this enchantress has endless spells. When we meet again in the future, we must be extremely careful!" He secretly warned himself.
At this time, Lu Qiuniang had finished taking care of the silkworms, brought the cooked food from the kitchen, and sat down opposite him: "Xi'er, Miss Liu said... you two have become Taoist friends. I know that you have been feeling bad recently,
But she is a demon and you are a human. If you get close... I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve good results."
Yang Chaoxi nodded and forced a smile: "Don't worry! Mom, I and Liu Gu... girl, we just met by chance, and we have some affinity in spiritual practice. After all, how can a man and a woman have feelings for each other if they are on different paths?
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Seeing what he said, Lu Qiuniang's doubts were somewhat solved: "It's because of my mother's misunderstanding. She was also worried that you would be frustrated and unable to calm down, so she would act erratically. It should be noted that people who are drowning often grab a straw and think it is...
The glimmer of hope is actually just self-deception. Mom hopes that no matter whether you are happy or miserable, your behavior will not violate morality and do not harm the harmony of heaven and earth."
Yang Chaoxi's eyes were slightly hot, and she blinked a few times to drive back the tears: "Xi'er understands! In a few days, the farm holiday will be over, and Xi'er will have to leave home to visit. Take advantage of these few days
, help my mother collect more firewood and collect some mulberry leaves."
Lu Qiuniang smiled kindly: "Good boy, eat quickly! It seems that you have a poor appetite when you come back this time, so be sure not to starve yourself."
Yang Chaoxi also felt that her appetite had decreased significantly in the past two days. It seemed that the feeling of facing food was not much different from that of facing metal, stone, grass and trees. It was somewhat like the description of the "perfect foundation building" stage in "The Theory of Internal Alchemy of the Taoist Sect".
The mortal body is now able to "big grain" for a short period of time, which should be a sign of "complete foundation building".
However, the meal prepared by my mother was quite rich. If I didn't eat some, I was afraid that my mother would be suspicious again. So I reluctantly ate some biscuits and chicken, then I picked up the hatchet, the rope and the cypress stick, and headed towards the middle of the mountain.
Come.
It was almost half spring, and it was very obvious whether the trees in the mountains were withered or flourishing. After a while, I gathered two large bundles of dry firewood, picked them up with a cypress stick, and headed back briskly.
When passing by the thatched cottage in the middle of the mountain, I remembered the persuasion that Monk Huilang gave me under the mulberry tree by the pond a few days ago, and I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart. Thinking in my heart, I unconsciously leaned over and heard the conversation between the two.
The sound came from afar.
"This wild monk living in a grass den in the middle of the mountain actually has an incense business coming to his door? It's rare! As the saying goes, 'A bad person's way of making money is like killing his parents.' So I stayed away and talked to the monk again later."
Yang Chaoxi had a plan in his mind, so he hid the load of firewood in a grass nest. He found a big tree, flew up and hid on it. The acquired energy in his body was flowing, and his ears were stronger than usual, so he hid the two people.
He spoke and listened to every word.
The monk Huilang said: "Donor Luo, you are so obsessed that your words and deeds are biased. Although the word "emotion" is not a cause of disaster, it is an obstacle to 'clear the mind, see nature, and realize prajna'. Emotion gives rise to desire,
When desire is not satisfied, resentment arises; when love is infatuated, one becomes addicted and cannot wake up; when love arises, greed arises, and excessive demands are made, fueling discord; when love arises, regret arises, and when one does not get what he wants, he ends up depressed..."
The donor of Naluo was silent for a long time, and then said: "The Zen master analyzed it and penetrated it with a whip. This disciple came to the mountain with delusions. Not only was he obsessed with it, but he was also full of greed and delusion.
In fact, the Qiuniang of today is no longer the same person as the Qiuniang of yesterday. I am just wishful thinking, using yesterday's causes to seek today's results, which is a bit like the absurd move of 'carving a boat to seek a sword'."
Monk Huilang said: "Donor Luo actually has quite a lot of wisdom, and a single point can make sense. As for the distress that the benefactor mentioned, it is not that he cannot do it, but that he is unwilling to do it. People are driven by obsessions and often cover their eyes with a leaf.
Don't want to see the whole picture.
If the benefactor is willing to control his wandering thoughts and let go of his obsessive thoughts, all the things he sees will be the truth. There is nothing to worry about in the past or the present; emotions arise and disappear, and there is no need to worry about it."
Donor Naluo seemed to be stunned for a long time before he uttered: "Disciple, thank you Zen Master for your enlightenment! I came unexpectedly today and disturbed the Zen Master's spiritual practice with some nonsense. I have some money here. I would like to give it as incense. Please invite the Zen Master."
Don’t refuse!”
Monk Huilang was also calm: "It is the duty of the Buddhist sect to practice Buddhism diligently and relieve suffering. Now that I have received money from Donor Luo, I will have rice and porridge in a few days, saving a lot of time for alms. I should thank the poor monk."
The donor is the one!”
The two of them talked for a few more words, then Donor Luo stood up, turned around, and walked down the mountain. When Yang Zhaoxi heard the mention of her mother in his words, she couldn't help but take a second look: she looked familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere.
However, there was no time to think too much at this time, I just remembered this face firmly. The figure of Naluo Donor gradually faded away, and finally disappeared in a bush.
"Amitabha! Since Taoist Master Chong Lingzi is here, you might as well show up and say something!" Monk Huilang's voice suddenly sounded.
"Monk, I've been out on the trail for many days and it's been miserable. You're at ease. You can build a thatched hut on the middle of the mountain and talk about lotus flowers, so you can get money for incense. I'm so envious of the trail! I just don't know that there are a hundred people on your head.
Has the bun grown back? Does it need some help?"
While talking, Yang Zhaoxi jumped down from the tree. After a few steps and approached, he saw Monk Huilang still sitting in front of the thatched hut, with a ball of bluestone under him carved into the shape of a rosette.
"I heard the Taoist Master's voice was clear and his breath was long. I think he has seen a lot of people and things, and his Taoist skills have made great progress. It's really gratifying!" Monk Huilang put his palms together, which was a normal gift. He just frowned,
But I don't know what I noticed.
"Monk, come here, don't listen to your convoluted Buddhist teachings. There is nothing to do today, so let's let go and have a fight to help you 'unify Zen and martial arts'. Haha!" Yang Chaoxi finished.
, has already set up his stance, and is about to fight Huilang for three hundred rounds.
Monk Huilang slowly stood up and bowed again: "Taoist Master Chong Lingzi, the martial arts competition is just a trivial matter, and the poor monk will accompany you. There is just one more thing. The poor monk hesitated again and again, and still wanted to know what happened. Master Wang
Tell the truth."
Yang Zhaoxi put away her posture, clapped her hands and said, "What's the matter? The monk just said it's okay. Even if it offends Xiaodao, it's just one more fight."
Monk Huilang said seriously: "I see that the Taoist Priest has a faint demonic atmosphere on his body. It seems that he has been in frequent contact with monsters recently. Moreover, this demonic aura is quite familiar. It is unique to a great demon that the poor monk saw when he was young.
.I don’t know, what does it have to do with this monster?”
Yang Chaoxi was startled and secretly thought that this monk had Dharma Eyes. He could see many clues at a glance. He had to raise his hands and said: "Monk is really powerful! Is this the result of using Dharma Eyes? To be honest, Monk, I am sure
I have made acquaintance with a demon cultivator. She is very powerful in magic and may be a great help when traveling in the rivers and lakes in the future."
Monk Huilang had a compassionate look on his face and couldn't help but step forward and persuaded hard: "What the Taoist said is wrong! The human race and the monster race have been incompatible since ancient times. How can monsters be kind to people when they cause trouble? There must be some conspiracy!
When she shows her ferocious appearance, and either steals people's consciousness, or breaks people's bones and sucks marrow, all you have left is to lose your soul and die. Moreover, you are surrounded by evil spirits and disasters. If you don't turn around in time, the Taoist priest's future is dim and it is really difficult to predict..."
Yang Chaoxi was still listening at first, but gradually became impatient: "You monk, you are so verbose! I am dealing with monsters, what does it have to do with you?"
Monk Huilang still refused to give up: "Taoist Priest, the demon cultivator you met is a fox demon named Liu and named Xiaomu? She has practiced Taoism for nearly six hundred years, and she is definitely not a kind person..."
"Do you really know her? She is actually a fox demon? Humph! When I asked her before, she pretended to be mysterious, but it turned out to be a little fox..." Yang Zhaoxi was greatly relieved.
Wandering around Xiong'er Mountain a few days ago, Yang Zhaoxi went straight in and asked insinuatingly several times, but Liu Xiaomu was secretive and refused to tell her. Unexpectedly, the wild monk in the thatched cottage in the middle of the mountain actually recognized her! He seemed to know her.
There are quite a few things...
Monk Huilang had no choice but to resort to the ultimate move: "Master Taoist, since you are stubborn and stubborn, the poor monk can only recite the 'Shrangama Mantra' often and pray that you will turn bad luck into good luck..."
In addition, I drew some peace symbols and 'swastika' characters in my spare time, and I will give you two of them. As long as you wear them close to your body, you can avoid any disasters! My Buddha is compassionate and sincere, so if the Taoist priest is willing to donate some merit, I will definitely get it.
Blessed by the Third Buddha and the Four Bodhisattvas..."
"Sure enough, I have kept true to my profession and asked for wealth, so I asked for the Taoist master. I brought the magic talisman, but there is no merit!" Yang Chaoxi couldn't help but take the magic talisman from the hand of Monk Huilang. Looking at his expression of pain, his heart felt
Pleasure.
"Taoist Master, if you don't respect me, the Buddha, it will be difficult for the magic talisman to work. The Taoist sect also has precepts, but you... alas! You really have no taboos. Amitabha..." Monk Huilang smiled bitterly and recited his mantra again.
"It seems that monks and Taoist priests are incompatible with each other...then let's see the truth behind our fists!" Yang Zhaoxi was already gearing up, but monk Huilang talked a lot and refused to get to the point for a long time.
Monk Huilang shook his head, took off the outermost monk's robe, folded it carefully, and placed it on the bluestone lotus seat. Then he silently stretched his arms, pressed his legs and feet, and even kicked his legs a few times, "whispering and drinking".
Then he slowly and calmly cupped his fists towards Yang Chaoxi and said, "I've been waiting for a long time. Please give me a move."
Yang Zhaoxi had already exhausted his patience. His palms turned into claws, his body leaned forward, and he made a tiger-pounce gesture with an evil look in his eyes. However, he had just learned the "Hundred Beasts Fist". During a certain breathing interval, he suddenly exploded.
He got up and rushed towards Monk Huilang.
Monk Huilang was calm and composed, with a smile on his face. As his Qi surged, the muscles all over his body expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!