The old Taoist smiled broadly and everyone felt like they were bathed in the spring breeze.
Fang Mengde was also quite surprised, and hurriedly raised his hands and saluted: "Master Yuchi! Rare visitor, rare visitor, what kind of wind brings you here!"
The old Taoist was the master of Hongdao Temple, Fang Qidou's master Yu Chiyuan. After a few words of greeting, he hurriedly turned his head and pointed at the people outside the Dongli Teahouse, and said with a smile: "Today, the old Taoist had a whim and specially invited some Taoist friends.
Come here to make tea and discuss Taoism, I wonder if Fang Xiandi is free in the third-floor elegant pavilion?"
Fang Mengde took advantage of the situation to look around, but he only recognized Tong Chunxi, the master of Linji Temple, Yuan Yizi, Xu Meixiang, Feng Yizi, and Ding Moniang, Xueyizi. Among the remaining people, some were immortal and some had artifacts.
Extraordinary, some have strong bodies, some are humble and elegant, they are all extraordinary Taoist priests.
Opening the door and welcoming customers is the foundation of business.
Fang Mengde's first reaction was to let the Taoists in, and said with a smile: "Just now, several heroes were fighting in the teahouse and broke a few tables. We were talking about compensation... It doesn't matter.
! The third floor of the Accord has been cleaned. Several Daoist masters will have some refreshments first. After Xiao Ke finished his chores, he went up to ask the Daoist people for advice! Haha! Ma Xiaoliu - lead some Taoist masters upstairs first!"
Yu Chiyuan, Li Changyuan, Gongsun Xuantong and others looked at the mess in the hall, and saw the three waves of people hanging their heads down, as if they were angry, but they were holding back, which was really strange. It was just that the Taoists knew that they had something to discuss, but it was inconvenient.
They all turned their heads and ignored what was happening in the teahouse.
In the space of these few words, the bearded man had quietly sneaked to the door of the teahouse under the cover of his brothers in the alliance. He had already stepped out of the threshold with one foot and was about to run away. Fang Mengde had seen it early and casually
He picked up a wooden chopstick and threw it towards the bearded man.
"Poof!" The wooden chopstick sank into the hem of his robe and hit the bend of his knee. Blood immediately flowed out, soaking the robe with his missing crotch soaked.
The bearded man felt pain in his left knee, and his body suddenly became unstable. When he tried to help him, he was only supported on the soft bamboo curtain, and then he fell back on his side with a pop.
Li Miaolan watched from the side and was secretly surprised: "Brother Xiao, this shopkeeper has such a sharp acupuncture technique!"
Xiao Zhan deeply agreed, nodded and replied: "Acupoints are the next best thing. Do you still remember that everyone in Rouge Valley tapped his acupuncture points just now, but it was of no use?"
Seeing Li Miaolan pecking at rice like a chicken, she nodded her head repeatedly and continued, "That's because Shopkeeper Fang happens to know the art of changing meridians, changing pulses, and changing acupoints and acupoints! So being hit by those fan handles will only cause pain to the skin and flesh at most."
, but it can’t hurt the acupuncture points.”
Pugu Xingde's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Senior Brother Xiao, I know! My master Zhan Buxiu once said that there is a secret skill in Songshan Shaolin Temple that is not taught, called "Yi Jin Jing". After you practice it to a small degree, you can do it.
I think it must be this skill that changes meridians and pulses! Shopkeeper Fang has a hidden skill, and I think it must be an adventure he got when he was young!"
Hearing this, Li Miaolan rarely refuted. When she looked again, Wu Laojiu had picked up the brutish man with beard and brought him to Fang Mengde. Although he was hurt and angry, he did not dare to get angry. He just glared at the kind-faced man.
Fang Mengde.
Fang Mengde bowed slightly and said as if conferring: "This good man! Why did you leave without paying the bill? You really have lost your status in the world! I see that you are clean and tidy, and you don't look like a rich and powerful person. You can ask for help."
My brothers got together.
If you still can't get it together... let's do it! You can deposit all the weapons in your hands here, and then give me a written certificate. When the hero has enough money, he can come back to redeem the weapons. How about a written certificate?"
As soon as Fang Mengde finished speaking, the men of the Yanxia Alliance suddenly became excited and began to shout. Some men even waved their swords in a feint and said, "Where the sword is, the man is dead, but the man is dead with the knife."
Wu Laojiu's face turned gloomy for a moment, but without saying a word, he stepped forward. The long-handled wooden spoon spun out a few flowers in his palm, and then hit the backs of the bluffing men's hands hard, causing several of them to drop their weapons.
My feet jumped in pain.
Seeing this, the other men came forward with swords and weapons in their hands, but Wu Laojiu dodged and got out of the way. The wooden spoons in their hands kept moving, attacking and defending, swiping left and right, as if they were in a deserted place.
The wild man with the beard suddenly let out a cry of pain, which shocked all the men in the Yanxia Alliance to shake their weapons and look sideways. However, Fang Mengde used one hand as a claw to lift him up, and with the other hand, he stabbed his Jueyin Shu point with his sword finger.
The pain made his blood and energy stagnate, and he almost burst into tears.
The wild man with the beard did not dare to be brave anymore, so he surrendered and begged for mercy: "Master, spare my life! I am ignorant of Mount Tai, and I have crashed into this precious land of yours... We are willing to deposit weapons and establish written documents. I just ask you to keep your distance and not to fight with me again."
We all know each other!"
After saying that, when he saw that none of the brothers responded at all and were stunned, he couldn't help but said angrily,
"What the hell are you doing there?! Why don't you hand over your weapons quickly and come over to make amends to the master!"
The men of the Yanxia Alliance did not dare to hesitate any longer, and immediately fell to their knees, imitating the beardless men, and shouted "spare my life".
Fang Mengde never expected that these people from the north would actually beg for mercy, and most of the anger in his heart had already disappeared. He frowned and said: "You guys in Rouge Valley and Muta Mountain, since you have paid off the losses to the tea house, please help yourself.
That’s it!
All the heroes of the Yanxia Alliance, please get up quickly. Since I don’t have much money to pay for it, I will trouble you to clean up these wood residues first, and I can get some money. After all, I am a businessman, and I am willing to make peace with you and make money! Haha!
"
After everyone heard this, they thanked him one after another and left. The farce that had become overwhelming finally ended hastily.
The candlelight gradually dimmed, and the stone couch grew cold.
Yang Chaoxi woke up again after he had been sleeping for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were completely dark, and everything around him was completely silent.
There was no clepsydra in the stone chamber, nor could one hear the sound of drums at dawn or dusk. In a trance, one felt as if life and death were unclear, it was difficult to distinguish between past and present, and one did not know what night it was.
Yang Chaoxi touched the corner of the stone couch based on his impression, and sure enough he touched the cold and rough candlestick. However, when he touched further up, he only touched a pool of wax oil that had solidified. It turned out that it was there when he was unconscious.
The half of the candle has burned out.
At this time, I was lying alone in the darkness, feeling unspeakable loneliness and depression. As the panic gradually grew in my heart, it began to grow secretly. Many of the gods, ghosts, and ghosts that my children had heard about seemed to be taking shape in the darkness, and could appear at any time.
They might all pounce on him, eat his flesh, suck his marrow, steal his soul, and crush him into a meaningless skeleton...
The fear that is constantly amplified is actually just a shadow that arises from suspicion, and then becomes more and more intense until it destroys all of one's calmness, confidence, beliefs, thoughts, etc.
Yang Chaoxi was trembling and thinking wildly for a long time, and then little golden lights gradually appeared in the darkness in his mind. When he took a closer look, he discovered that these golden light spots were actually separated from the inner breath!
The light spots converged into a line, becoming thicker and thicker as they gathered, gradually growing head, horns, scales and claws. After a few breaths, they turned into a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon!
The golden dragon whirled and swung its tail, teasing the mind, and escaped from the Zhongfu point on the right shoulder. Immediately, it followed the points of the Taiyin and Lung meridian of the hand, all the way down, and after passing through the Yuji point, it seemed to have found a cave, and plunged headlong into the "infinite ring"
"middle.
His thoughts followed closely and he walked in. However, at some point, the stack of "Dharma Marrow Cleansing Sutra" was taken into his ring again, and it was currently hovering in mid-air.
With a thought, Yang Chaoxi rotated the "Dharma Marrow Cleansing Sutra" on his ring. Then, the familiar lines of official characters began to be covered with golden light, adding a bit of sanctity.
Yang Chaoxi didn't take it seriously and looked at it intently. He felt that these densely packed words gradually jumped out of the paper and became lively. His thoughts were like chickens dancing, and they instantly separated countless slender hair-like tentacles to capture the beating words one by one.
Integrate into the body, like a greedy beast...
An unknown amount of time passed like this, but no more words came out of the scriptures. But his thoughts were still lingering on. He put away his tentacles, slowly returned to the Niwan Palace, and began to connect with the Danmu Xuanzhu that had been dormant for a long time.
At this time, Yang Chaoxi's eyes suddenly opened, and two pale golden rays of light shot out for more than two feet, and then gradually dispersed. In the center of his brain, all the scriptures of "Dharma Marrow Cleansing Sutra" were broken into pieces, which were different from his past.
There are many similarities between the Taoist inner elixir techniques that we practice!
Yang Chaoxi naturally understood that this opportunity was rare! If he let it go, he would not know when and where he would have this enlightenment next time.
As soon as he thought of this, Yang Zhaoxi gathered his mind, adjusted his breathing, and drove out the fear that had just been all-encompassing from his body little by little. After that, he continued to follow the exercises taught in "Taomen Neidan Theory", referring to the "Dharma Cleansing"
Gaining enlightenment from the "Marrow Sutra", I began to activate my inner breath, move the heaven and earth, and concentrate on practicing.
The more focused your mind is, the calmer your thoughts will be. From "focusing your mind" to "keeping oneness", and from "keeping oneness" to "thinking", it only takes a few breaths of time, and you will become more and more proficient.
Maybe it was just a moment, or it could have been several years! Even my thoughts have become chaotic. I don’t know where they come from, where I am, and where I want to go. Everything I feel and know is gray, and my thoughts are bright and dark, and vaguely visible.
If it exists, if it is dead, if if it is in danger... it seems as if it has never been born, and it seems as if it will be extinct forever.
There is no sadness or joy in my heart, and my eyes are neither black nor white. The vague thoughts seem to be huddled in a corner of the Niwan Palace, unable to shrink out; or they seem to be scattered throughout the world, everywhere!
Cold, hot, refreshing, sharp, blunt and heavy, all kinds of mysterious thoughts rushed to the heart, restless and carnivaling in the three Dantian. Soon they were wrapped up by the innate and acquired Qi, and integrated into the body.
The breath was swallowed by Danmu Xuanzhu in one mouthful.
Outside of thoughts, there is no one who has died like this, throughout the ages. In the darkness, only this thought is the master. It comes as it pleases, and it is lawless to take whatever you want!
I don't know how long it took. A sudden sound of rolling stones came from the corner of the quiet stone room. Only then did Yang Chaoxi finally escape from this speculative wonderland. He opened his eyes wide again and searched carefully in the darkness.
The strange thing is that the black in front of me seems to be much thinner, and the corners that were originally invisible are now showing some outlines.
After scanning around for a few times, I finally saw a small group of white things under the Broken Dragon Stone Gate, squirming slightly. I didn't know if it was a ghost or a demon.