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

Outside the attic of the boudoir, there were two clothes, white and red, whirling in the air but not falling to the ground.

The old cook stood up and offered his seat. 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 go on guard, why would I, a decent gentleman, do you?

Walking on the steps, I remembered the "Authentic Alchemy Book" 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 of Taoism, the young official was not idle and "made the best use of everything". While traveling among the mountains and rivers of Aquarius Continent, while the 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", literally at the bottom of the box.

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

Realms can be borrowed, but to draw the talisman yourself, you still need to consume your own spiritual energy savings. These losses of spiritual energy are 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 these talismans were of high quality, the quality 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, I fell directly into Yuanying. I still haven't been able to return to Yupu. I know how hard it is.

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

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

In the end, I still can't find the right way. But if one day I can really get in, I believe there will be a scene like no other.

Yuzhou.

Living in the mountains where we stayed in the temple, our diet was light, 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 not tasted meat for a long time. The Confucian scholar once wanted to buy fish and returned home in person. Even though 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 it would be the same color as the white clouds.

At night, Confucian scholars would light up lamps and read Buddhist scriptures at night. The tower bells in the temple would 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 in 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 murmured 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 boxes on time. In the sound of the monks chanting Buddhist chants, the Confucian scholar with frost-white temples was eating the meal alone in the clouds, 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 raised his head 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 of the Altar of Precepts" has strict laws and regulations, and occasionally has other words.

Today, a distinguished guest climbed up the mountain and entered the temple gate. He brought with him ten servants. The leader was half a hundred years old. He spoke elegantly and spoke in an official manner. He 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 inscriptions on the ritual altar. The distinguished guest is speechless for a long time. He asks the monk Zhike about the words engraved on it, whether they are red copper or gold-plated.

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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 Manjusri platform of 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 elegant people who dig old bamboo roots to make sticks for traveling in the mountains. Especially some old vines in the mountains are used to make sticks. They are the favorite of many elderly officials and officials, and they 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, the clouds and smoke are curling up, just like asking a question in a face-to-face conversation, or like someone 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 popularity is relatively deserted. As you can imagine, there are several temples on the mountain, all small and unknown, with sparse fragrance.

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 novice 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. It is said that monks and nuns still need to wear cotton-padded clothes even during the hibernating season. There is no need for a cooling fan all year round. Visitors from outside the mountains occasionally come here to escape the summer heat. They all say 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 during drought. The water is like an ancient Buddha, with no sound or smell. Confucian scholars have carefully observed the structure of its stone and soil, and it seems that no drop of water flows out of the mountain 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 young novice asked curiously what it was, and the Confucian also 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 little novice monk had very good foot strength. After walking for several miles on the mountain road, he still breathed calmly. 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 that is 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 anyone.

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 reciting sutras, you are reciting sutras, when you are ringing the bells, you are ringing the bells, and 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 when talking 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 for a moment and said, "Mr. Chen, I have a favor to ask of you."

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 pale face and frosty white temples, he was as thin as a wild crane.

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

The scholar 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 in a piece of concealed and confidential information from the Da Li Criminal Department, the wording that is supposed to be extremely serious and elegant 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 he 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. The dogs are real dogs, each one is bigger 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 "style" is so bad. Although there is no malicious intention, 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 Cheng, 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, we will not be able to 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 young 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 consecrating it 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 choked on his words for a moment. Indeed, among the nine Earthly Branches in Dali Capital, 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 during my free time, I would come here to live for a while. The 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 there. A man in Chixian opened a shop, acted as his own proprietor, and engaged in the business of selling tea on the border. There was also a secretary who received a salary of provincial examination and orthography."

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

Yuan Huajing asked: "What are you doing here?"
To be continued...