Sword of Coming

In a rural school, there was a teacher named Chen Ji who was instructing his students on a certain pillar.

When Zhao was resting under the tree, his mood was complicated, because during the day, the master was almost scratched in the face by a shrew who broke into the school.

In the capital city of Yuxuan Kingdom, there was no curfew. Wu Di, a Taoist priest who set up a fortune-telling stall, cooked a late-night snack and walked out of his house in the night. During this period, he passed by the Changning County Government Office. The lights at the Government Temple were brightly lit. It was probably because there were people there. There was an argument. The Taoist priest walked north and walked in a back alley in Yongjia County, intending to find a young man and chat with him for a few words.

On the other side of Caiyu Mountain, Jiang Chen, who was an outsider of the Zhuzhi Sect, came to the river and had already made a nest, preparing for night fishing. This is how a master would, he only needed a pole, a stool and a fish basket, and absolutely no street stalls.

In the Fenwan Mansion in Hehuan Mountain, a young man named Chen Ren carried a sword in straw sandals. The scabbard was empty. He was hesitating whether to let his disciples compete with the evil-eyed Master Wen to practice his skills.

At the top of Pomo Peak, Chen Ping'an, who was dressed in a fairy-like Taoist attire, was noncommittal when he heard the words. He smiled and left, and made a Taoist ceremony with Cao Rong, "If Cao Tianjun can visit Luopo Mountain in his spare time, just let me know in advance. The couch will be swept and ready."

Cao Rong didn't say that he would definitely be a guest at Luopo Mountain. He just smiled and said in return, "Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord."

Chen Ping'an's body turned into a rainbow and disappeared in an instant. He left the top of Pomo Peak and left the boundary of Hehuan Mountain in a few blinks of an eye.

Lu Chen squatted on the ground again, picked up nine pebbles, held them in his hand, shook them gently, as if throwing dice, and threw them on the ground.

Although Cao Rong claimed that he had dull qualifications and had practiced Taoism for three thousand years, he still could not find a way for Xiaju to ascend. However, even if you have heard such polite words, it is best not to believe them.

Just talking about the talisman formation, Cao Rong was very insightful, and he had an answer in his mind without any need for calculations.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing. This famous young hidden official has already entered the palace together with Fu Lu. His attainments are definitely not low. As for how high they are, Cao Rong is not interested in exploring. He is neither a relative nor an acquaintance of Chen Pingan, and has no enmity or enmity. Cao Rong

"Thank you for holding back and not trying to figure out Chen Ping'an's numerology without permission, otherwise you and Lu Shen would be in trouble."

Lu Chen joked first, and then explained: "The Big Dipper, plus the two assistants, Chen Pingan used the talisman technique to create nine clones. The Chen Pingan just now, as one of the left assistants and right assistants, cannot stay here for too long. Otherwise, if one move affects the whole body, the entire formation will be in chaos."

Cao Rong asked curiously: "Master and Chen Ping'an have a good relationship?"

As for Chen Ping'an's method of forming an array of talisman clones, it would not make a Taoist Heavenly Lord make a fuss.

It's pitiful to say that Master Lu Chen has never taken the initiative to find Cao Rong, the direct disciple of Lingfei Temple, during his several visits to Haoran Tianxia.

Cao Rong has naturally heard a lot about the rumors about his master and the young hermit official over the years. Cao Rong has naturally heard a lot of gossip on the top of Yizhou Mountain over the years. What’s more, when he traveled to Luzhou in Beiju before, he met his junior sister He Xiaoliang and also heard some. Insider.

Lu Chen had a sad look on his face and nodded: "It's good, it's good, but the entanglement is deep. It's a confusing account."

Putting his hands together and breathing lightly, Lu Chen looked up at Hehuan Mountain and asked, "How is He Xiaoliang?"

There were some things that Lu Chen was too lazy to deduce and calculate. He was a Taoist who believed in Taoism, and he was not an old hen who spread his wings to protect a group of chickens.

Cao Rong respectfully replied: "Reporting to Master, not long ago Bai Chang went into seclusion in secret. Junior Sister He knew that it might be a trap deliberately targeting her, but she still insisted on blocking her. The disciple and Senior Brother Gu had no choice but to follow her and take a gamble. There is Tianjun Xie Shi in the dark helping to hold down the formation, but due to his status, he is not suitable to attack Bai Chang, so he can only hold down the formation from a distance to prevent Bai Chang from killing Junior Sister He."

Gu Qingsong, whose Taoist name was "Xiancha", was not a serious disciple of Lu Chen. He was just a punting boatman who followed Lu Chen on a voyage to visit the immortals.

It's just that Cao Rong and his direct descendants all recognized this senior brother who "never lost a fight and never gave in to anyone".

Tianjun Xie Shi is the nominal leader on Luzhou Mountain in Beiju. In addition to the Confucian academy, he can govern heaven and earth.

This Taoist Heavenly Lord, whose ancestral home is in Taoye Lane, Lizhu Cave, has a status similar to that of Qizhen, the emperor of Shengaozong, who lived in Aquarius Continent in his early years.

As for the master of Paidi Peak Fire Dragon, he will never admit his status as a black and white leader. He always says that he doesn't have much money in his pocket and can't speak harshly.

Thinking of what happened to the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind him, Cao Rong was unavoidably a little frightened, so he quietly made a secret and diluted the image of Bai Shang, a swordsman in his heart, "Bai Shang is in seclusion, it is true, it is absolutely true, that is The speed of breaking through the realm is so fast that it is unheard of. And it is not like a new ascension that requires a stable realm. Previously, the disciple thought that he had overestimated the Sword Immortal Bai Shang, but unexpectedly he still underestimated. Being caught off guard, Senior Brother Gu relied on the temporary formation to block the first sword. He was seriously injured and is now recuperating on Osmanthus Island. The disciple blocked the second sword, and Junior Sister He barely caught the second sword. Three swords were thrown, but one sword flew away, and the body was smashed into a mountain. Fortunately, the injuries were not serious. Before Xie Shi could help, a Taoist priest named Chunyang came over. "

Cao Rong couldn't have said it more simply. It sounded very calm to others, but I believe that all the authorities involved, including Xie Shi, who had not taken action, would not feel at all relaxed. Well, maybe except for that Senior Brother Gu is used to seeing big scenes.

But Cao Rong had to admit that He Xiaoliang, this junior sister, was really not an ordinary blessing.

It's not that they have no chance of winning if they join forces and face an Ascension Realm sword cultivator, but Cao Rong's trip is more about protecting the Tao. He has no name, so he has no reason to be cruel to Bai Changxia.

They had obviously fallen into the trap carefully laid by Bai Chang, but Junior Sister He was able to escape with just one blow. This was an encounter on the mountain that Cao Rong could not imagine.

Lu Chen had obviously expected this outcome, and said with a smile: "Do you think that the title of the number one swordsman in Luzhou, Beiju, is just a showmanship? It makes no sense."

"In order to achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven, Bai Shang was extremely patient, overtly and covertly, and had far-reaching plans. He paved at least three paths for himself and tried to merge them into one. It was very hard."

"For example, Bai Shang did not hesitate to cooperate with Zhengyang Dogwood Mine Tian Wan to covet the fortune of Aquarius Island swordsmanship. He almost succeeded."

"The ambition is lofty, it's just the way he acts, it's a bit unscrupulous, more like a pure wild cultivator. He Xiaoliang doesn't compete with Bai Shang for luck. As the leader of a sect, he wants to compete with Bai Shang for intrigues, isn't it? What's the point of using one's own shortcomings to attack another's strengths?"

"Luzhou, Beiju, is famous for its sword cultivators. Logically speaking, there should be an Ascension Realm sword cultivator. Gu Qingsong can't talk and can do anything easily. I won't talk about him anymore. Don’t you, Cao Rong, find it strange? Taking a step back, Xie Shi, as an elder on the mountain and a local snake, doesn’t persuade us, Sect Master He?”

Lu Chen said this and smiled, "He Xiaoliang wants to delay Bai Chang's steps to become a sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm. It is best to hurt his roots so that he will never be able to ascend to the Ascension Realm in his life. Otherwise, both parties will ascend. There is no way to fight, at least for eighteen hundred years, two mortal enemies on the same continent, but they can only stare at each other, which is embarrassing."

"Bai Shang wanted He Xiaoliang to fall one or two levels after this battle, and lose some great opportunity in the future. He took one step at a time, and planned to make it difficult for He Xiaoliang to live up to his standards throughout his life. Anyway, we are mutually exclusive. They are all afraid of each other, and they are all betting that if anything happens, they will get it done once and for all. One bets that Bai Shang's cultivation aptitude is not that good, and it is impossible to escape from seclusion. The other bets that He Xiaoliang is not very lucky, and he will not always be blessed on the road of cultivation. , she always has bad luck."

Cao Rong asked: "That Chunyang Taoist said that he and Master are old acquaintances, and he still owes Master a favor."

Lu Chen said: "Owing a favor is not a big deal. Fellow Taoist Chunyang and Master Bai Gu once visited Green City together. He and your master are very close to each other."

The reason why Taoists achieve immortality and longevity is that they do not walk like corpses. As one of Lu Chen's seven mental figures, the White Bone Master was undoubtedly doing the opposite.

Taoist priests, Taoist priests, people walking on the road, people who have the Tao. Those who have watched for a long time will be able to see many people who come after them step by step to the top of the mountain.

Lu Chenxiao asked, "Did the two of them fight so hard that the earth was shattered and the earth was shaken?"

Cao Rong shook his head and said: "Bai Shang and that Chunyang Taoist are comparing their swordsmanship in a territory the size of a stone flat on the top of the mountain."

"At the end, on the top of a mountain, it is no exaggeration to say that the sword energy is as strong as water and then frozen."

Cao Rong said with emotion: "A Taoist priest and a swordsman, purely using swordsmanship to swordsmanship, never thought that the Taoist priest would win completely."

Lu Chen was even less surprised by this.

It would be strange for Bai Shang, who had just reached the Ascension Realm, to defeat Lu Yan, who had attained enlightenment three thousand years ago.

It cannot be said that Chunyang Lu Yan will definitely be among the top ten tycoons in the world in the future. Lu Chen dare not make any guarantees about this.

But taking a step back, if Lu Yan becomes one of the candidates, there will be no suspense.

Lu Chen smiled and said: "What happened to the founder of Jinxian Temple back then? How many mistakes did she make to be expelled from you and become an abandoned disciple of Lingfei Temple? Why did she want to regain her status as a genealogy? Tell me. "

Cao Rong honestly told the truth, "Back then, she was too anxious to reach the upper five realms, so she took a crooked way and secretly retreated. As a result, she lost her Taoist heart and became possessed. Her disciples noticed the signs and had to forcefully drag her out. In the fantasy world, if we take action one step too late, she will be taken advantage of by the devil and take over the magpie's nest. The crime is worthy of death, and expelling her down the mountain is already an open goal."

Lu Chen said regretfully: "I remember when you entered the Immortal Realm, I walked out of the Patriarch Hall to hang the statue, and later I saw her when I was walking in the mountains."

When a Taoist priest reaches the rank of Heavenly Lord in Taoist traditions such as Lingfei Temple and Taiping Mountain in the world, he can invite the founder of Bai Yujing, one of the three masters.

There is a stick of incense time.

At that time, she was still an ignorant girl, with a pointed chin and round eyes. When the girl saw the Taoist crown on Lu Chen's head, she insisted on pursuing him for the crime of transgression.

Be smart and guess the identity and reason. If you were a little stupider, you would probably hold back and find an opportunity to inform the elders of the division.

In a complex world, human innocence is like an unsheathed sword, which can only be hung on a wall called childhood or youth.

Maybe you can take a look at it occasionally when you return to your hometown, but you can't always carry it with you.

Lu Chen half-smiled, "Cao Tianjun, you are dishonest."

Cao Rong looked embarrassed. He guessed why the master was teasing him so much, so he had to bite the bullet and said, "Junior sister He was worried about being punished by the master, so she asked the disciples to help hide it."

It turned out that before He Xiaoliang set out, she had already made up her mind to give up a cave. In addition, as the price of her fall, she also wanted to prevent Bai Chang from breaking through.

It was only because Bai Shang left the border too quickly that He Xiaoliang's money-losing business, which was worth killing eight hundred enemies and losing one thousand to himself, came to nothing.

Lu Chen was too lazy to care about this kind of thing and said, "Say hello to Lord Xiang later and restore this person's genealogy status at Lingfei Temple."

Cao Rong lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "Follow the law."

After Chen Ping'an left Pomo Peak, he went straight back to where he was, where there was a historic site.

The immortal family can follow the footsteps of the ancients.

Following the written records in a local county chronicle, Chen Ping'an found a deep mountain that the local people regarded as the residence of immortals since ancient times. However, the temple in the mountain had long been abandoned, and the incense and bustle that once filled the city were no longer visible. However, Chen Ping'an found several "frost pines" on the mountain and sea beside an ancient road. This kind of ancient pines can condense the soul of the moon and make the pine needles shine like snow under the moonlight.

Chen Ping'an looked at the ancient pines and considered two problems. He was not in a state enough to be able to use the magical power of the five realms. Not to mention the small objects, even the objects close to him could not fit these ancient trees. So why not move them? move?

To say that we are flying into the sea of ​​clouds with a pine tree on our shoulders is a bit ridiculous after all.

Luoshan Mountain.

Chen Ping'an walked out of the first floor of the bamboo building, gently rubbing his wrists, and looked into the distance in the night. The stars hung over the vast plains, and the sky and the earth merged. It seemed that he only needed to gallop on his horse to reach the end of the sky.

Because I met Lu Chen at Hehuan Mountain, I dug out a series of related books here, such as the Seven Political Chapters of "Five Elements of Righteousness", Astronomical Training, Legal Records, Book of Rites and Monthly Orders, etc., as well as Cong Tong Ye "He Guanzi" and "Celestial Phenomenon and Star Map" borrowed from Zhou Huanghua Temple have actually been read several times, and they are already familiar to them. It is just to review the old and learn the new.

Walking along the bluestone path to the vicinity of the old chef's house, he could hear the signature laughter of Chen Lingjun and Zheng Dafeng from a distance. Chen Ping'an used his knees to wonder what they were doing. Looking at the moon in the mirror, he wanted to turn around and leave. After hesitating for a while, Chen Ping'an still crossed the threshold and came to one of the side rooms. Without closing the door, he stood leaning against the door with his hands in his sleeves. He saw a mountain of spiritual weapons used to watch the mirror, flowers, water and moon on the table inside. At the moment, there is a landscape painting of a certain fairy mansion in Aquarius Continent. There is a graceful fairy walking slowly. Zheng Dafeng touched his mouth and commented, playing the piano randomly! Chen Lingjun saw the woman sitting next to the dressing table and starting to tie her hair. The boy in Tsing Yi laughed and said that once I saw her tying her hair, I knew that things were not simple...

Captain Xian was actually here too. Many of the words spoken by Brother Dafeng and Fellow Taoist Jingqing were confusing before, but now the gatekeeper understood them at once.

Therefore, Chen Lingjun always praised him for his understanding.

Only the old cook was alone, sitting elsewhere, looking at a picture of a scholar rushing to take the exam and wandering into a ghost house at night. He held a vegetable plate in his hand and a plate of fried soybeans. The old cook threw a few fried soybeans in his mouth and saw a place. Outside the attic of the boudoir, there were two pieces of clothing, white and red, swirling in the air but not falling to the ground.

The old cook stood up to give up his seat, but Chen Pingan did not disturb their enjoyment, waved his hand and left.

Going to the mountain road, Cen Yuanji was still practicing boxing. The way she looked at the young mountain master now, she was finally not so wary of thieves.

In the early years, Chen Ping'an got angry when he thought of this. The old cook's house was a slut, old and young, and there was no decent person. If you didn't take precautions, why would you prevent me from being a decent gentleman?

Walking on the steps, I remembered the "Authentic Book of Alchemy" presented by Li Xisheng. It is a thin booklet that records more than 80 kinds of talismans, divided into upper, middle and lower grades, corresponding to the upper, middle and lower realms of Qi practitioners. .

When Master Lu temporarily lent Chen Ping'an the Fourteenth Realm Taoism, the young hermit officer did not sit idle and "made the best use of everything". While traveling around the mountains and rivers of Aquarius Continent, he took advantage of the fact that his realm could not be higher. I was able to "condescend" and draw the high-grade talismans on the pages behind the authentic alchemy book. The number was extremely large. However, after that, even when Wen Jian Tuo Yueshan was later used, more than 300 talismans were used. Chen Ping'an was all locked in a small wooden box that was "sealed off the mountain", literally at the bottom of the box.

Chen Pingan came to the mountain gate and sat at the table.

Realm can be borrowed, but to draw the talisman yourself, you still need to consume your own spiritual energy savings. This loss of spiritual energy is the "capital" of drawing the talisman on the three hundred talismans.

After some estimation, according to the market price on the mountain, the monk's spiritual energy was converted into fairy money. If Chen Pingan chose to sell the box of talismans, he would make a lot of money.

Just because of the high grade of these talismans, the grade of Fengshan Ban was rising with the tide. At that time, Chen Ping'an thought that since he was already in the Jade Pu Realm, it would not be too difficult to reach the Immortal Realm, so he dug a big hole for himself, and ended up leaving. After a trip to the wild world, he fell directly into Yuanying. He has not been able to return to Jade Pu, and he knows that he is suffering.

When a Qi practitioner draws and offers a talisman, there are certain rules for opening and closing the talisman.

As for the martial arts talisman, the spiritual energy overflows so fast that it is like a flood bursting its embankment, and it is out of control.

In the end, there is still no solution. But if one day, you can really get in, I believe there will be a unique scene.

Yuzhou.

Living in the mountains where we stayed in the temple, we had a light diet, with more vegetables and less fat. The tofu grinded by ourselves at the temple was a little sour. We had been eating only bland meals for several months, and we had no taste for meat. The Confucian scholar once wanted to buy fish and returned home in person. Although he was a guest in the kitchen, cooking fresh food was against the rules and would inevitably make the mountain monk jealous, so he had to give up.

There is no mirror in the mountain, so it is difficult to see oneself. Only when copying scriptures and writing every day, one can see that the muscles and bones of the fingers are gradually exposed.

The paper in the temple is poor, and the pen falling on the paper is like an old donkey carrying a heavy mountain climbing. During the break, the Confucian scholar shook his wrist and rubbed his temples with his fingers, thinking that they were the same color as the white clouds.

At night, Confucian scholars read Buddhist scriptures at night with lights on. The tower bells in the temple talk to each other.

In the early morning, after hearing the sound of the bell, the Confucian scholars put on their clothes and shoes, opened the doors and windows, and white clouds rushed through the curtains, unstoppable, and the thick clouds were like quilts.

It is as if a person is sitting in chaos, with his hands outstretched and unable to see his fingers. The inside of his mouth and nose is nothing but clouds. The fumes are as if he is drunk from drinking. The Confucian scholar murmurs with a smile, unexpectedly there is cloud wine in the world.

The clouds and fog were slightly lighter, and the young novice monks who had not yet taken the ordination brought the food box on time. In the sound of the monks chanting Buddhist chants, the Confucian scholar with frost-white temples alone served the meal in the cloud, a large bowl of white rice porridge, two servings of porridge and side dishes, and a plate. Fermented fermented bean curd, a plate of dried vegetables with salt and black soy sauce, the Confucian scholar looked up and saw a colorful butterfly flying in the clouds under the eaves of the house. It was bound by an old spider web and couldn't fly away with its wings. The Confucian scholar put down the bowl and stood up, holding an old bamboo in the house. Using a walking stick to carry a net to rescue butterflies, the Confucian scholar returned to the table and sat down. While chewing slowly, he saw a worn out spider web and had one more question in his mind. He wanted to consult with the abbot and the monk. After eating and drinking, he went out for a walk and looked around the eaves. "The Rules and Regulations of the Precepts Altar" has strict rules and regulations, and occasionally has other words.

Today, a distinguished guest climbed the mountain and entered the temple gate. He brought with him a dozen servants. The leader was half a hundred years old. He spoke elegantly and spoke in an official manner, walked gracefully and slowly, and was very majestic. There were no abbots or monks to greet him. Only the monk who knew the guest bowed his head and smiled. The servants were all fasting. In the living room, there is often loud laughter. The distinguished guest and the monk Zhike are walking together. They stop moving forward, put their hands behind their backs, and stare at the words on the ritual altar. The distinguished guest is speechless for a long time. He asks the monk Zhike about the words engraved on it. They are red copper or gold-plated. ?

It's the first day after the rain, spring is easy to get sleepy, and the Confucian scholars have just taken their first nap, when the familiar little novice knocks on the window and shouts, Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, the mountain spirit immortal king has driven the colorful clouds to the foot of the Manjushri Terrace on Juxian Cliff. , enough to see.

The Confucian scholar left the temple and climbed up to the mountains with the novice monks, using bamboo sticks to push aside the dead trees and pine branches on the mountain road.

There are often refined people digging up old bamboo roots. A stick for traveling in the mountains. In particular, some ancient vines in the mountains are used to make staffs, which are the favorites of many elderly officials and are expensive.

There are several peaks in this mountain, which are often hidden in the clouds and mist. It is not easy to show their faces to people outside the mountain. The mountains are steep, the roads are rugged, and the temple is higher than the clouds.

Looking up at the peaks, you can see the curling clouds and smoke, just like asking questions in a face-to-face conversation, or asking someone to tell you something.

This temple at the foot of the mountain is well-known in the history of Aquarius Island, but its incense is deserted. As you can imagine, there are several temples on the mountain, all small and unknown, with sparse incense.

There is only one temple on this peak near the top of the mountain. It is isolated from the clouds and has a simple meditation room. Confucian scholars and young monks have come here several times. There are no mountain monks to greet guests, only the barking of mountain dogs.

The mountains here are high and the wind is cool. Even when sleeping, it is said that the monks still need to wear cotton-padded clothes and do not need a cooling fan all year round. Visitors from outside the mountains occasionally come here to escape the summer heat, saying that the world is experiencing a scorching summer.

There is a small pool in the courtyard, two feet deep. It never overflows and never dries up. The water is like an ancient Buddha, with no sound or smell. Confucian scholars have carefully observed its stone and soil structure, and it seems that no water drips from the mountain and flows to the world.

Next to the ancient temple is Juxian Cliff, where a pavilion was built.

Every time a Confucian scholar came here to look at the sea of ​​clouds, he would assume a strange posture, making a fist with his left hand and resting it on his waist.

Then the little novice will hear a series of extremely weird sounds. He listens carefully. It seems to be a Buddhist mantra. The little novice can only make out the first and last two words. It is like the muffled sound of an ancient bell and the sound of a cow. The sound is slightly weaker in the middle. Finally, there was a sudden bang, like thunder.

The little novice asked curiously what it was, and the Confucian scholar smiled and said nothing, saying that he would know about it if he was destined to do so in the future.

On the way to the mountain, the young novice monk had very good foot strength and was still breathing steadily after walking for several miles on the mountain. He casually asked, "Mr. Chen, what does it mean to cultivate a normal mind?"

The mountain patrol monks in the temple all said that there is a tiger in the mountain, commonly known as a big insect. Its teeth are higher than those of humans, as big as an ox, and it seems to have a spirit. It never hurts people.

The Confucian scholar smiled and said: "When you are washing rice, you are washing rice, when you are eating, you are eating, when you are chanting, you are chanting, when you are ringing, you are ringing the bell, when you are sleeping, you are sleeping."

"Mr. Chen, these principles have long been in the book, and the abbot has also told us."

"Then let me give you an example. When I talk to you, I have a similar state of mind to seniors like Yu Bai Ye and Yu Xuan. This is called a normal mind, but it is difficult. I have been thinking about this over and over again over the years. question."

"Who are they, big shots?"

"He is a great man, and he is also a hero and sage worthy of respect."

The young novice monk touched his bald head and said, "I understand, no matter whether Mr. Chen is rich or not, I will respect him the same."

The scribe smiled knowingly and said: "Very good, this is called having the root of wisdom."

The young novice said shyly: "If this is the root of wisdom, then the root of wisdom is too worthless."

The scribe smiled and said: "The root of human wisdom is like the air of heaven and earth that you and I breathe. Whether it is worth money or not depends on how you look at it."

The young novice monk hesitated and said, "Mr. Chen, I want to ask you a favor."

Mr. Chen was very arrogant. He copied scriptures and wrote very well in regular script. The monks in the temple begged him for copybooks, fans or couplets, but they were all declined.

The Confucian scholar seemed to have guessed the little novice monk's thoughts, shook his head and said with a smile: "There is no need to discuss this matter."

The little novice monk sighed.

They did not go to the small temple this time, but went straight to Juxianya Mountain Pavilion to enjoy the scenery. After watching the clouds for a while, the Confucian scholar once again assumed the posture of clenching his left hand and placing it on his waist. As for the mantra he was reciting, it was Tantra. For the Samantabhadra Vajrasattva mantra, follow the ritual and visualize yourself in front of the sea, among the clouds, on the white lotus moon wheel dharma seat.

A stranger came outside the pavilion. The young novice monk quickly lowered his head and put his hands together in salute.

Looking at the Confucian scholar with a thin face and frosty white temples, he was as thin as a wild crane.

Yuan Huajing asked in confusion: "Is it you?"

The scribe in Confucian shirt was also confused and asked: "Who are you?"

Yuan Huajing sneered and said, "It's really you."

His appearance and demeanor can all change, but just a pair of moves really annoys Yuan Huajing.

It’s no wonder that a certain piece of secret information from the Da Li Criminal Department, which is supposed to be extremely serious and sophisticated, is mixed with a lot of “fair remarks” that are just copied from the information.

Some of these comments came from the local sword cultivators in the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Yuan Huajing was dumbfounded when he saw them, and even liked a few of them. He even complained about them every time he mentioned them at the dinner table and wine shop.

From a distance, he looks like A Liang, and from close up, he looks like Yin Guan. Dogs are real dogs, one is better than the other.

Yuan Huajing can't quite understand this. It is said that Jianqi Great Wall has a good impression of these two foreign sword cultivators and scholars, but the result is that the "wind review" is so bad. Although there is no malice, it can be ridiculed. , being so unscrupulous and sparing no effort still shocked those of them who had never been to the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Just like Cui Yi, the national master, and the swordsman of Fengxue Temple in Wei and Jin Dynasties, how could they be ridiculed by anyone in Aquarius Continent.

When Chen Ping'an saw that he recognized him, he laughed heartily and said: "In the several sparring matches in the capital, you didn't seem to have used the flying sword that was at the bottom of the box? Is it because you can't win anyway, so you should just hide it, or is it inappropriate? In this world, can’t you see the light of day for the time being?”

Yuan Huajing remained silent.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, no one has a shadow under the sun."

Yuan Huajing still didn't speak. He hesitated for a moment, then climbed up the steps and entered the pavilion.

The little novice monk thought for a while, then said goodbye to a pair of friends who seemed to have met old friends in a foreign land, and went to see the scenery elsewhere.

Chen Pingan picked up his robe with both hands, sat down and crossed his legs, patted his knees and said with a smile: "Is this considered a summer retreat for Yuan Jianxian?"

Although this mountain is beautiful in appearance, there are no spirits worshiping it, and there is no record of emperors offering Zen in history. The mountain is like a human being, and it is a true hermit.

Chen Ping'an said: "It's really a good place to live in seclusion and relax. It can be seen that Yuan Jianxian is indeed living in poverty and enjoying his life, and he has a sense of indifference."

Yuan Huajing said: "You don't have to say these insincere polite words."

Chen Ping'an sighed and complained: "Why are you so polite? Yuan Jianxian and I have the best affinity. We have no taboo words between friends, just sarcastic remarks."

Yuan Huajing was choked for words. Indeed, among the nine Earthly Branches in the capital of Li Dynasty, he and Chen Ping'an were the least compatible.

Yuan Huajing collected his emotions and said calmly: "Yu Feng passed by by chance in the early years and liked the purity here. Every year in my spare time, I would come here to live for a while. There are nine of us, our identities are not visible to the public, it is not easy to show our faces, so we almost all There is a place that is similar to relaxing. You can hide your name, change your appearance, and change your identity when you have nothing to do. For example, if you change your identity, you can open the Xianjia Inn in the capital. Lu Hui is a county lieutenant in a Ji county, and Han Zhoujin is in A man in Chixian opened a shop, acted as his own boss, and engaged in tea selling business on the border. There was also someone who led a secretary to earn a salary from the provincial examination."

Chen Ping'an nodded, "There is a certain degree of relaxation. People who practice Taoism cannot always keep one heart string tense."

Yuan Huajing asked: "What are you doing here?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Submit the mental ape."

Although Yuan Huajing and I are far from friends, we can still chat even if we are not friends.

When Chen Pingan came down the mountain and returned to the temple at the foot of the mountain, it was already dark. He studied ink at his residence, spread out the paper, and wrote down a sentence.

Stay away from all upside-down dreams.

The top of Pomo Peak.

Lu Chen smiled and said: "If you don't deliberately talk about mysteries, seeing is believing, and hearing is false. Generally speaking, it is correct."

Shaking his wrist, Lu Chen said: "Human relationships turn upside down like the palm of your hand, and life and death in the world are like wheels."

As he spoke, Lu Chen flicked his finger, and a wisp of breeze hit the forehead of a Taoist Heavenly Lord.

After that, Cao Rong seemed to have "opened his eyes". His eyes followed his master Lu Chen's vision of the past, and he clearly saw an old picture of the long river of time.

The scenery is familiar to me.

Cao Rong couldn't help but not go see the scenery.

Closing your eyes is useless anyway.

Just talking about what you see in your dreams, is it just relying on your eyes?

Cao Rong sat cross-legged, with his palms facing up and stacked on his abdomen, as if he was observing Taoism.

The young Taoist priest bent down and pushed a two-wheeled wooden cart. There was a sound of rolling wheels on the bumpy dirt road, and he entered a dark alley.

The Taoist priest chanted "Buddha bless, Bodhisattva appears" all the way.

Stopping outside the door of a courtyard, the Taoist priest knocked on the door and shouted. After a while, a dark and thin boy with straw sandals finally opened the door.

Then there was some small talk.

The young man talked about his good memory.

According to Chen Pingan's subsequent explanation back then, it was easier for him to remember things when he saw them than when he listened to others talking.

At this time, Lu Chen seemed to be annotating or exegesis of some ancient text, and commented with a smile: "You should pay attention to 'more' here. The young man used this word very cleverly."

As for how good the memory is. The Taoist priest asked the young man to draw an analogy.

The young man said that in his hometown, porcelain is fired, and there is a drawing process, and there is a craft called Tiao-dao.

The threshold for this craft is not low. There are many dragon kilns in the town, and Master Yao is the best.

But when he first became a kiln worker's apprentice, he only read it once and remembered all the details.

When Cao Rong saw this and Lu Chen "heard" this, he continued: "Just like Bai Yujing's various Taoist traditions, there are many inheritances of thunder methods. Almost all of them are involved in the five cities and twelve floors, but it is recognized that the thunder method has the highest attainments. Pang Ding showed off his unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box with one hand, and then a Taoist boy who had not yet been taught the pot took a few glances from a distance and said that he had seen everything clearly and had mastered all the 'shapes.' Cao Rong, what do you think? What are the Taoist qualifications of this Taoist boy?

Cao Rong sincerely praised: "Excellent, shockingly good, enough to be called outstanding."

The lord of Lingbao City, Pang Ding, whose Taoist name is "Humous Heart", is an old Taoist priest who is known as the best thunder magician in the Qingming world.

Lu Chen said: "This kind of craft can be roughly understood as a kind of cutting. It is now one of Chen Pingan's own sword skills."

"But at that time, this was called being powerless. As Chen Pingan himself said, if you see every detail of Master Yao so clearly, you can also see every mistake of your own. The more mistakes you make, the more anxious you will be. The more mistakes you make.”

In the same village, there are two paupers with the same money. One is a poor man who cannot read a single word, and the other is a scholar who has read a few books. Both of them have different perceptions of pain, depth, width, length. the same.

It's about insights.

Knowing a lot of whys but not being able to solve the problem may just be the source of the pain.

This is actually the crux of the matter for many readers.

What you know in your heart is one path, and what you walk on is another path.

Since knowledge and action are not the same, tracing back to the source, it is actually the body and mind that are not the same. The body is here and the mind is there.

Therefore, the more delicate the mind, the more heartbreaking pain there will be.

Wrong words said, wrong things done, and the feeling of regret form a long line on the elusive road beside them, making people unable to look back and not daring to look back.

Lu Chen smiled and said: "Back then, I was pushing the car and looking for a home so that I could take over the most hot potato girl in the world. In fact, Chen Ping'an didn't have to open the door and just pretended not to hear it. But he heard the knock on the door. , recognized Pindao’s voice, confirmed his identity, it was the Taoist priest who set up a fortune-telling stall on the roadside, and opened the door.”

"At that time, Chen Ping'an said 'but', and then there was nothing more. He had never read a book, he had little ink in his stomach, and he had many thoughts in his mind. He couldn't say a lot of things in his heart, and even if he did, he might not be able to express what he meant. , it’s better not to say anything.”

Cao Rong smiled and said, "The most difficult thing in life is just talking."

"So I continued, 'but' my hands and feet could never keep up with my thoughts."

When he heard Lu Chen's words, the straw-shoe boy's eyes lit up.

But what Cao Rong saw in his eyes, or in other words, the poor boy in his master's eyes at that moment, his whole temperament suddenly changed.

Just like a meticulous white drawing that was originally only in black and white, it instantly turned into a colorful freehand painting.

Speaking of this, Lu Chen smiled all over his face, "Chen Ping'an is like meeting a confidant."

Then Lu Chen used another metaphor, "It's more like a thirsty person with a dry heart who meets a passerby holding a water ladle."

In this picture of time, the young man said two more sentences. I don’t understand it, but I remember most of it. In fact, I can remember all the details after reading it once.

Lu Chen said: "The word 'most' was used in the first part, which is a general term. When I explained Ning Yao's physical condition, he believed it, so I used 'all' in the second part."

"You have to know that Chen Pingan is a very cautious person and a person who likes to deny himself."

"Then when he said 'all', it must be extremely certain and certain that it is absolutely true."

"This was Chen Pingan's character at that time. Because he doubted the world, he found a few life-saving straws and held on to them. "

Cao Rong said, "This seems to be different from many people. It is precisely because of doubt that they are more distrustful and deny it."

"Deny yourself and affirm others. It's like a slap in the face."

Lu Chen nodded and smiled: "How many people in the world like to slap themselves and ask for trouble when they are full?"

"In addition, you also missed a detail. The connection between Chen Pingan's two sentences is very interesting. There is an unconscious and natural... bridge, which can be interpreted as a kind of equivalence. Exchange. It comes from Chen Ping'an's intuition. Taoist priests in the world are almost all doctors. You will understand how important a person's 'awareness' or 'body sense' is. In the final analysis, awareness and body sense are the life of a person who practices Taoism. Small world, a keen perception of the big world outside oneself.”

Lu Chen lamented: "Based on this alone, Chen Ping'an deserves the reputation of a good floor material."

The so-called floor materials are the so-called earth immortal qualifications in ancient times.

Cao Rong nodded.

Lu Chen said calmly: "It seems that we all have the tendency to destroy all good things."

Cao Rong asked: "In the Confucian dispute between the Three and Four Confucians, did Master favor the Literary Sage?"

Lu Chen laughed it off.

As time went by, the Taoist priest seemed to say casually, maybe the master had no intention of bringing Chen Ping'an in.

Cao Rong raised his head, looking strange.

Lu Chen nodded and smiled: "Of course he did it on purpose, with ulterior motives and murderous intent."

The young man said that he could not compare with ordinary apprentices, let alone Liu Xianyang, so it was not surprising.

Cao Rong said: "Dilute the energy."

Lu Chen laughed at himself: "I was quietly hinting to him that he might as well deny others to affirm himself, but he used denying himself to affirm others."

"I comforted him with the word 'stable mind', which is rare. Don't underestimate yourself."

Lu Chen laughed and said: "In the end, Chen Ping'an probably started chatting and talked too much. He even gave me an analogy, saying that two people stood in deep water and shallow water and both caught fish. Then he asked me who the two were. It’s not different. I almost blurted out at that time, so I asked him, if we are two people, whether they stand and bend over to catch fish, or plunge into the deep water, and end up catching the same fish, is it the same or different? "

Cao Rong pondered for a moment and said doubtfully: "Master, I have a question."

Lu Chen guessed what he was thinking and said with a smile: "I don't understand at all why Chen Ping'an doesn't feel even the slightest bit jealous when he is with his friend Liu Xianyang?"

Cao Rong nodded.

Lu Chen held his chin with one hand and was silent for a moment, "Buddhists have a saying of putting a bed on a bed, which is of course a derogatory meaning. If you ask where to find the Buddha? Don't put the head on the head."

"So what if you build a tall building from the ground? What if you want to reach a higher level with a clairvoyance? How about using one state of mind to kill another state of mind?"

"Be careful. To paraphrase the verb, be careful of your mind. To the extreme, isn't it the Taoist mind fast?"

"It's another example of building a temple in Beijing. There are piles of corpses and bones piled up into a mountain. There is only one person alive at the top, except for myself. But this person did not kill people, but committed suicide. He specializes in killing countless thieves in his heart."

Cao Rong asked cautiously: "Why does Master care so much about Chen Ping'an?"

Lu Chen put his hands in his sleeves, "I once had a fantastic idea, so I won't tell you about it, for fear of scaring you and breaking your heart on the spot."

“How difficult is it to find a suitable reference?”

"It won't work if you go to me, Lu Chen. It won't work if Lu Chen goes to his two senior brothers, or that Qi Jingchun."

Lu Chen said slowly: "Those who know, things do not harm you, and you do not harm things."

Cao Rong said solemnly: "Get it in the ring to cope with the infinity."

Lu Chen said with a smile: "This viewing of Taoism is not in vain."

It was as if the master had put away the scroll of time, and what Cao Rong saw in his eyes at this moment was the scene of the heaven and earth here.

Lu Chen stood up and said, "Cao Rong, you are also cultivating talismans. What's the point of Chen Ping'an spending so much effort, taking risks, and devoting so much attention to it?"

Cao Rong said: "At the end of the martial arts, when the Qi is strong, you need to see the mountains and rivers."

Lu Chen nodded first and then shook his head, "This is one of the reasons, but it is the second."

After a moment of silence, Lu Chen turned around and said with a smile: "I deliberately tricked you when I asked you to take the path of Xiaju's ascension. Otherwise, with your cultivation qualifications, there could be many paths for you to ascend, but only You are destined to fail on this one."

Cao Rong was not too shocked, nor was he angry at all. He was just confused and didn't know what Master's intention was. He said softly: "I beg Master to enlighten me."

Lu Chen said: "Cao Rong, you have to start doubting from the place where you are not doubting before you can truly be doubtless."

Lu Chen stretched out his hand, used his fingers as a pen, and wrote the word "suspicious" in the air, and then wrote a long list of words and idioms related to doubt.

As a worldly person, if you stare at a certain word for a long time, close your eyes and then open them again, you will easily not be able to recognize the word.

Lu Chen sighed and said for no reason: "Buddhists say that greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt are the five poisonous minds that create bad karma and hinder spiritual practice."

Cao Rong nodded and said: "If you don't get rid of the five minds, the so-called meditation will always be evil concentration, and the magical powers you cultivate will never be the right method. This is where the inner demons of people who practice Taoism come from."

In many matters, the tenets of the three religions are only expressed in different terms and wordings, but in fact they are connected.

Cao Rong suddenly wanted to understand something, and couldn't hide the surprise on his face, and asked: "Master, is it possible that Chen Ping'an used Taoist techniques to form a formation, and at the same time used Buddhist methods to eliminate the five hearts? Since each performs his own duties and practices, Are you defending yourself again?"

Lu Chen nodded, "This is his true intention, which is hidden very deep. That's why I showed up at the Zhuzhi Sect in Yushan, and he was uncharacteristically angry."

"It's not that I'm worried about what I might do to ruin his business. It's just human nature. I'm just afraid that others will peek into my privacy. If it is revealed, I will become angry and angry."

"Fortunately, the first Chen Ping'an I met was the outsider Zhike Guo of the Zhuzhi Sect, and not Chen Ren, the sword-carrying young man here, or someone else. Otherwise, this guy would definitely fall out!"

Lu Chen asked: "Guess who is Chen Ping'an in Hehuan Mountain?"

Cao Rong said: "Since the young man is seriously ill, the first thing I'm afraid of is that he will be angry. Could it be anger?"

Lu Chen shook his head and said: "It's wrong, it's doubt. That's why the scabbard on his back is empty."

"There is an ancient temple of Luzong in Yuzhou. There is a Buddhist saying that cultivating precepts, concentration, and wisdom can eliminate greed, anger, and ignorance."

Lu Chen smiled again and said: "A Confucian scholar, in the Luzong temple in Dali, besides copying Buddhist scriptures, also practices the Taoist Thunder Method. What kind of attachment do you think he wants to eliminate?"

Cao Rong said: "Of course it's greed."

Lu Chen nodded and said, "That's why I said before that the Tao corresponds to its appearance, and the sky corresponds to its form. When copying landscapes, you must first capture the landscapes outside the painting. What you capture is the inner demons."

"The mountain lord Chen Ping'an who stayed in Luopo Mountain is an idiot, so this person is responsible for collecting everything seen, thought, and thought by all the clones in order to break the barrier of ignorance."

"Wu Di, a Taoist priest who set up a stall in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, was "angry" because he was close to his enemies, so Chen Ping'an deliberately added fuel to the fire to sharpen his Taoist heart."

"Master Chen of Luopo Mountain, the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, watched a ceremony on Zhengyang Mountain, so majestic, but he ended up on Caiyu Mountain not far from Zhengyang Mountain, running to give a favor to a man who was just a vassal of the Zhengyang Mountain vassal. The Zhuzhi Sect at the top of the mountain is still just an outsider, isn't it so...arrogant?"

Cao Rong was speechless, silent for a long time, and couldn't help but ask: "Where is Chen Pingan's true identity?"

Lu Chen smiled and said: "Being a teacher in a remote rural village, putting away all identities and magical powers, is no different from ordinary people."

Cao Rong was speechless.

What kind of brain does this Shanzhu Chen have?

"Besides, what Chen Pingan is doing is like practicing swordsmanship. He wants to sharpen his two natal flying swords and create three thousand small thousand worlds. But even if you have heard about this matter, don't spread it to others. Chen Ping'an respects you quite a lot and probably won't kill you, but he has a good relationship with me and he won't be polite to me."

Lu Chenxiao asked: "Cao Rong, do you still think that Chen Pingan's move is not worth the gain?"

A Beidou formation, with seven visible and two hidden, a total of nine clones.

This requires the use of nine talismans, two of which are extremely rare blue talismans. They are rare things that any Confucian academy gentleman, Taoist true king, or Buddhist arhat must use with caution. Once these talisman clones are sacrificed, the spiritual energy can be replenished by the dispersion, but it will consume the talisman paper itself, so it is time-limited, unless it is closed and sealed.

Cao Rong sighed, "He is indeed a man who can become a hermit official as a foreign monk."

Lu Chen smiled and said: "Is this considered powerful? In fact, Chen Ping'an also has a level of cultivation method, which is the 'six arts' passed down by the sage master, as well as the saying 'the three gentlemen of Taoism', nine clones, all of them are busy . If you are interested, you can guess how each one performs his or her duties, and I won’t reveal the secret to you."

Cao Rong shook his head, "Disciple, don't worry about it."

If you encounter Chen Ping'an in the future, you only need to take a detour. If you can't avoid it, you can at most exchange a few words. The weather is nice.

Lu Chen said: "After all, we are cultivating Taoism. It can't be that simple. In the future, there may be a poem or poem about the Master's Taoism, with a wedge preface..."

He was born in a poor family at a young age and loved to study. He practiced boxing at the age of fourteen and swordsmanship at the age of fifteen.