Sword of Coming

Before Pei Qian left the mural city, he asked Fist Xue Heshen.

In the ruins of the Immortal Mansion in the picture scroll of the Mural City, Yan Su, the patriarch of the law, let Pang Lanxi, the only direct disciple, continue to practice swords. If you want to rest for a while, it doesn't matter. Yan Su unlocked the landscape restriction, returned to the Patriarch Hall of Muyi Mountain, and then Yufeng came to the Hanging Sword Pavilion halfway up the mountain to pay respects to the old Patriarch Nalan who came from the last sect of the Pima Sect in the Middle Kingdom. As the patriarch in charge of law, he was extremely strict, and once personally disposed of the lives of two monks in the upper five realms.

An old ancestor who was in charge of law from the Shangzong, very old and senior, was the younger brother of the suzerain. The old ancestor didn't send a letter with a flying sword in advance, and he didn't go straight to the ancestral hall on the top of the mountain. Of course, Yan Su had some On tenterhooks.

The lush green Muyi Mountain is surrounded by white clouds all the year round, like a white jade belt wrapped around the waist of an immortal in green shirt.

When Yan Su arrived outside the Hanging Sword Pavilion, the Patriarch Nalan was drinking with Wei Yusong. The old man was drunk and laughed endlessly. He stretched out his hand indiscriminately and smashed the white clouds outside the pavilion.

Yan Su breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Patriarch Nalan drank alcohol, he would be easier to talk, and Wei Yusong had made a contribution.

The pair of young men and women with swords on their backs offered to salute Yan Su, Yan Su's eyelids trembled slightly and his heart tightened.

He has admired his great name for a long time, the man's name is fulfilling his wish, the woman's name is Xin, and a pair of Taoist couples, both of them are in the Yuanying realm. Although they have not yet entered the upper five realms, they are destined to be the future masters of the Impermanence Department of the Patriarchal Patriarch Hall.

The world is impermanent, except for some sectarian ways, they all come from the upper sect of the Pima sect.

Patriarch Nalan did not travel across continents with his direct lineage, but instead brought these two difficult figures to the next sect, which is a reminder in itself.

After Yan Su took his seat, Wei Yusong said bluntly: "Patriarch Nalan came here to inquire about his crimes, and felt that we had too much involvement with the Dali Song family."

The woman named Xinxin took out a book from her sleeve, handed it to Yan Su, and said with a smile, "Yan Zhanglu read this book first."

Yan Su went in without knowing it, and he knew the appearance of the book as soon as he got it. It was not a fairy book at all. Wei Yusong looked sad, and Yan Su began to flip through the book.

Patriarch Nalan continued to drink with Wei Yusong, a junior from the next sect. The old monk had almost bought a celadon brush washer in the Mural City earlier. He took the boat to pick up and guide the gods and immortals, and once went to the side of the three-star column."

The old monk was very happy when he saw it, because he knew the goods and was more eye-catching. It wasn't that the celadon brush washer was such a good fairy artifact. Gu Yu bought it with money. Because this line of poetry is not widely spread in the Divine Continent of Central Earth, but the old monk happened to know it, not only knew it, but he saw it with his own eyes and wrote it as a poet, and he wrote it after hearing it with his own ears.

Zhongtu Shenzhou and this Nalan Patriarch had a good relationship with the gods on the top of the mountain, and they all knew that the old man was good at poetry. In addition to Qingci and Youxian poems, he also liked a kind of poetry about ghosts, a kind of elegant conversation similar to Hanlin ghosts. It is in the pavilion style, and the other is the old ghost of the former dynasty, who likes to be in poetry, involving the ancients in books and the suzerains of past dynasties. As long as the old people see and hear something, they will record it in the book one by one.

But Patriarch Nalan thinks the most interesting part of this poem is not the content of the poem, but the title of the poem, which is extremely long and even has more words than the content. Travel the galaxy with Qingtong Tianjun on a boat, wake up from drunkenness, wake up from dreams, and write poems wherever you are excited."

Back then, the old man was just a teenager. Once he went on a long trip with his master, and in a precarious secular dynasty, he met a down-and-out scholar named "Bai Ye". The master invited him to drink, and the scholar used the poem as money for the drink . At that time, after the young man heard the extremely long name, he thought it would be a long poem with hundreds of words, but he never thought that together with the "riding a boat to pick up the gods and immortals, he went to the side of the three stars", the total would be only 28 words. . Then the boy couldn't help but ask, is it gone? The scholar laughed and went out.

Patriarch Nalan put down the jug and asked, "Have you finished reading?"

Yan Su's face was livid, and he said in a deep voice, "Patriarch Nalan, did you also believe the contents of this book?"

Patriarch Nalan sneered.

Wei Yusong said: "Patriarch Nalan wants to confirm one thing. How did this kind of book gradually spread in the Shenzhou of the Middle Earth, so that it can be easily obtained on the cross-continental ferry. What is written in the book can be important or important. It doesn't matter, but who exactly, why wrote this book, and why our Pi Ma Sect is involved with Chen Pingan written in the book, are the only things Patriarch Nalan wants to know."

Patriarch Nalan smashed the white clouds in the mountains, Yan Su smashed the books in his hand, and waved them out of the hanging sword pavilion. Yan Su is good at palming, but he is not good at arguing with others. So I had no choice but to be extremely aggrieved and asked Wei Yusong for a pot of wine.

Patriarch Nalan said slowly: "Zhu Quan is too simple, thinks about things, and likes to think about things in a simple way. Wei Yusong is too concerned about making money, and he wants to change the situation where the Pima School is stretched. Su, you two ancestors of the Pima sect, and you just fight and scold people and don’t care about things, I don’t want to come here for a walk, see it with my own eyes, don’t worry.”

Yan Su took a sip of his drink, and said in a muffled voice, "Patriarch Nalan didn't just come to the bone beach to take a look, anyway, if the Shangzong is annoyed by this, he must find a scapegoat. It's very simple. I, Yan Sulai, have to bear it alone, and it has nothing to do with Zhu Quan and Wei Yusong."

Patriarch Nalan said: "Before coming, Shangzong had a final conclusion. No matter what, we have to break the deal with Piyunshan and Dali Song. As for why I came, of course it is the Patriarch Hall of Shangzong." Rather angry, you should be very clear, whether it is the Pima sect or the Zhongtu Shangzong, let’s not talk about the truth, just say that for this kind of person in the book, there are many tricks, blindly relying on fate, hypocritically cultivating the heart, but in fact it is only Knowing the power of cultivation, on the road of practice, he only takes what he takes and never gives up. He has always hated it the most. He would rather believe what he has than what he has not. What's more, this book spreads extremely fast. Ma Zong fell into a cesspit."

Patriarch Nalan said to Yan Su: "No matter how important Zhu Quan is, he is still the head of the sect. To put it bluntly, you, Yan Su, want to take the blame. Why? Besides, with Xiao Quan'er's temper, it's not your turn to be such a good person." .”

Yan Su muttered in a low voice: "Patriarch Nalan is not blind to follow up with the ancestors of the ancestors. We have a cross-continental ferry at home, so we can take a few more steps..."

Having said that, Yan Su was dumbfounded. Went to Luopo Mountain in Aquarius Island, can you see that boy Chen? Patriarch Nalan couldn't see it at all.

Wei Yusong said: "In order to protect my reputation and fear of being reprimanded, I did not do it as a monk of the Pima sect. Patriarch Nalan, I still mean that. Since the previous sect has an order, the next sect must obey it, and all business with Luopo Mountain can be cut off." But from today onwards, I, Wei Yusong, will move out the chair in the Pima Sect Patriarch Hall, no matter what the money is, go to Qinglu Town, follow Sect Master Zhu, and deal with the white skeleton together, it's easier to get along with ghosts and monsters. "

Yan Su said angrily: "I have been favored by my master for a long time, and I can do what the last sect does, but I can't harm my disciples, and lose my morality! Be a monk of the Pima sect, go to Luopo mountain, and do what you want to worship, directly in the Burning incense and worshiping statues in Luobashan Patriarch Hall!"

Patriarch Nalan smiled and said, "Hey, are you scaring me one by one? Dare you invite me to drink before, isn't it a toast or a penalty?"

Wei Yusong shook his head and said, "Don't dare."

Yan Su dropped the jug, "What can I do to scare an old and blind guy?!"

Patriarch Nalan did not have the same knowledge as Yan Su, and stood up with a smile, "Go to the Patriarch Hall of the Pima Sect, remember to call Zhu Quan back."

Wei Yusong glared fiercely at Yan Su who was in a hurry.

On the way to the Patriarch Hall on the top of Muyi Mountain, Wei Yusong was obviously still unwilling to give up, and said to Patriarch Nalan: "My Phi Mazong's landscape formation is able to achieve what it is today, in fact, it is due to Luopo Mountain. It has been stable for ten years."

Patriarch Nalan said with a smile: "This matter, the Patriarch's Hall of the Shangzong mentioned it long ago. Is it because my old eyes are dim and my memory is not good?"

Wei Yusong gave up completely and stopped trying to persuade him.

After Zhu Quan was called back to the ancestral hall, he only said one thing, no one bullied people like this, my old lady should not be the suzerain.

Patriarch Nalan neither nodded nor refuted, but only asked, do you still know that you are a suzerain?

Zhu Quan was speechless.

Yan Su was a little impatient, he was already impulsive enough, you, Zhu Quan, don't mess around.

That old Patriarch Nalan is really a reckless person, if you don’t want to be the suzerain, you can, think about it first, and meditate behind closed doors in the Patriarch Hall for a few days. At that time, you still decide to resign as the suzerain. Say hello to everyone, that's all. When the time comes, you, Zhu Quan, will leave the Patriarch Hall and just go to Qinglu Town, Guishen Valley. Anyway, there is no suzerain of the Pima Sect, it will be the same. There is no need to say hello to him, after Feijian sends the letter to the sect, he can be replaced by someone who can be the suzerain soon. Although the Pima Sect is said to be a lower sect, it is in the end the master of a sect in this mighty world, and the old fellows from the Patriarchal Hall of the Upper Sect who are willing to come to Beiju Luzhou are caught.

After that, Zhu Quan stayed in the Patriarch's Hall. Anyway, Yan Su went there with wine every now and then. It was not good to drink in the Patriarch's Hall, so the two drank at the gate. From time to time, Zhu Quan turned around and raised the jug to the gate to help those patriarchs hanging on the statues who could no longer drink alcohol to satisfy their greed.

In the shop in the mural city, the young woman shopkeeper saw Pang Lanxi, and she smiled sweetly.

There were no customers in the shop, and Pang Lanxi was lying on the counter, complaining endlessly, complaining that the sword skills taught by the master were too difficult and difficult to learn.

Then she said that Pei Qian and a friend named Li Huai came to the shop earlier, and when they saw you were not there, they said they would come to see you when they got home.

Pang Lanxi held back her laughter and said, "Isn't that Pei Qian weird?"

The young woman shook her head, "No, she is very polite."

It's just that she sighed suddenly, the girl's eyes seemed to be able to speak. Then she seemed to understand the words in Pei Qian's eyes again.

Just taking advantage of the opportunity that Pang Lanxi was by her side, she pursed her lips and made up her mind that it was time to talk to him about what was on her mind. She summoned up her courage and said, "Lanxi, what I thought earlier was that Over the years, the shop has also saved some fairy money. I can still afford a box of those fairy elixirs in Chunlupu that can help women stay beautiful. They age slower and white hair grows slower. ..."

Just as Pang Lanxi was about to speak, she shook her head, "Let me finish first. I just thought so before, to strive for a long life, and then it will become unattractive and become a gray-haired old woman who is dying, you If I change my mind, I won’t blame you. But I don’t want to be like this now. It just so happens that the land lady here in our Mural City said that she has always wanted to take off her burden and go out to have a look, and I have a chance to inherit her identity. But the land lady told me that to become the god of this place, although the rank is not high, she is just a land lady, but I have no immortal roots and immortal fate. I just want to ask you, will you be embarrassed if you do this?"

Pang Lanxi nodded, with gentle eyes and a firm tone, just one word, "Okay!"

The young woman breathed a sigh of relief, but she couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. After all, what the land mother said was so frightening.

A graceful and graceful girl "broke out of the ground" from the ground outside the shop, and she is the land mother of Muyi Mountain.

She looked solemn, "One of you really dares to promise me, and the other really dares to promise her. There is a lot of danger in this. I can say yes. Although you are proficient in the soul of the Pima Sect, accidents are inevitable. If you really want me to tell you , it’s better to let her go to Yaoyao River to become a nominal goddess, even if she is actually a female ghost whose soul is detained, not a god, but it is much more stable than becoming a land in danger. Then Mr. Xue Zhouzi, you are under the fence of the Pima sect, so you will not sell your face like Pang Lanxi."

Pang Lanxi thought for a while, "Anyway, this matter is not urgent. I will ask Chen Pingan later. He is the most considerate."

Having said that, Pang Lanxi tugged at his collar, "I'm the registered enshrinement of Luopo Mountain, can he not help me with such a small favor?"

The young woman nodded with a smile, stretched out her fingers, and gently hooked Pang Lanxi's hand. Pang Lanxi held her slender hand with his backhand.

The girl land tutted her tongue and said: "It's boring, it's really boring. Why don't you just close the shop and do something wrong? I don't want to peep and listen."

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The old patriarch of the Shangzong who was unkind and had aroused the wrath of the people of the Pimazong did not leave Muyi Mountain wisely. Instead, he brought the young couple from the Wuchang Department of the Shangzong to stay. It's rare to go out for a trip, and you always have to do more shopping. If you have something to do, Feijian sends a message. In fact, Patriarch Nalan really wants to go to the Fushi School in Tongyezhou. The Fushi technique there is wonderful.

However, the old patriarch was not idle. Looking at the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water every day is mainly for the convenience of understanding the current situation on the mountains of Nanbasuozhou and Fuyaozhou, or to use his palm-viewing mountains and rivers to take a look at the swaying river, or to dig out his own compilation. For the collection of poems, some white clouds were taken from the Hanging Sword Pavilion halfway up the mountain, condensed into a desk, and a large collection of poems was placed on it, and then a round of moon in the water was taken from the Waving River, and hung beside the desk as a lamp.

The fairy masters on the mountain are mixed with fish and dragons, although they also have the flavor of playing around in the world like an old villager. However, most of them are still like Patriarch Nalan, untouched by the world of mortals, with immortal demeanor.

But in fact, the old monk was born in the market, not a son of a wealthy family, let alone some kind of fairy who was born on the mountain. He just entered the mountain to practice since he was a child.

One night, the old monk closed a collection of poems.

I remember the first time I went out to travel, the master sent it to the gate of the mountain and said, "Go into the mountain."

The boy was puzzled and asked why he didn't go down the mountain.

Master didn't explain anything.

It was not until later, not when I was a teenager, that I understood the profound meaning of the master. It turns out that the path of mountain climbing is not easy to walk, and there are many dangerous mountains in the world.

The old man sighed, opened the only book of landscape travel notes other than poetry anthology, and continued to read the thousands of words in the opening chapter. Singing harmony, Qingqing, me, each other, what is a chivalrous fist in the Jianghu, leaving a mess and turning a blind eye, and never caring about it, after making a name for yourself in the Jianghu every time, the only thing is to whip a famous horse at sunset and drink wine Singing to travel far away, what kind of smoky stuff is simply unsightly.

The old man continued to read the book, and asked with the young man and woman beside him: "My wish is fulfilled, my wish is fulfilled, do you think what is written in the book is true or false?"

The woman shook her head and said: "If I only read this book, even if it is only half true, I will definitely detour and keep a respectful distance when I meet this person in the future. On the contrary, it is Gu Chan, so there is no need to be on guard."

The man said: "After going on a long journey, he always criticizes others as a lecturer and never asks himself. It is a waste of the simple words in the beginning of the travel notes."

Speaking of this, the man glanced at the Taoist couple on the side, and said cautiously: "If you only read the beginning of the text, the young man is in a difficult situation, but I sincerely hope that this young man will be able to make a fortune and be successful."

The woman smiled and said: "The red sleeves in the study add fragrance, and the rivers and lakes lean on the red and nestle against the green. Which real man would not be envious."

The man smiled wryly, knowing that he had something to say.

One day, the old monk stared at the picture scroll of mountains and rivers on the desk of Baiyun, as if by accident, he stretched out his hand and pushed the scroll to the outside of the desk so that the pair of gods and Taoists could watch the various situations in the market. The two young souls from the Ministry of Impermanence, He is the proud son of the Pima Sect's Zhongtu Shangzong. Both of them were born as immortals on the mountain, and their parents are Taoists. It was a big happy event to fulfill their wish and wish to be a Taoist couple. The old monk still had high hopes for these two juniors from the Impermanence Department. The only shortcoming is wish fulfillment and gratification, her congenital deficiencies, after all, she doesn't know much about the bottom of the market, and her ideas are too shallow.

On the picture scroll, it turns out that the little girl and the young scholar went to the Heshen Temple to burn incense.

The old monk stroked his beard and smiled, "I'm not willing to buy the incense from the temple, it doesn't look like her master's demeanor written in the book. But that's right, the little girl has a lot of experience in the world, she is very smart and smart. Yes. Wish fulfilled, satisfied, if you are in the same situation as this little girl, you two will probably be sold by her and help count the money, which is very happy."

After Pei Qian burned incense and visited the He Shrine, then there was the shocking fist-swaying He Xue Yuansheng, but in the end there was no big disturbance.

The old boatman Xue Yuansheng personally punted for the two of them to cross the river, probably it can be regarded as a friendship without a fight.

And the young man who stole from the Heshen Temple, the young man whose wrist was broken, was beaten so hard that the young man hugged his head and rolled all over the floor, begging with snot and tears, and was covered in blood at the end. In addition, the dust is sticky together, which is very disgusting. After the gang of men left, I asked the young man to work hard and steal enough fifty taels of silver within a month. It should be used as money for medicine, otherwise the old and new debts will be settled together. .

The boy staggered, walked alone through a clump of reeds, went to the swaying river, took off his coat and washed it, grinned his teeth, and finally went to the mural city with a bruised nose and a swollen face. It was about six hundred miles away. There were still some bruises on his body, and his ribs were aching, but it was his face, because when he rolled on the ground, he was tightly protected by the young man, so it was hard to see the injuries. Only the boy's hands didn't suffer in the slightest, because when the man was beaten up, he was reminded that after all, the talented little boy, as a cash cow in his gang, steals with his hands. Unconsciously.

The boy went back to an alley outside the mural city, and outside a courtyard gate, it was still the same, with door gods, couplets, and the word spring on the top posted.

Because it hasn't been posted for a long time, it hasn't turned white or wrinkled yet.

The young man looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he looked at the gap in the yellow mud courtyard wall next to the door god. Seeing that the two copper coins were still there, he let go and laughed.

Copper coins are of course worthless, but they are of great significance to this family.

This hidden place was jokingly called "the innermost part of the door god" by him and his sister.

When he was on the verge of breaking out in this family, when he was playing with his younger sister, he accidentally found two coins.

Fairy money, two snowflake money.

For so many years, the two snowflakes have not been used. One is that I dare not, for fear of causing disaster, and my mother is unwilling to spend it. She said that one snowflake should be left for him as a daughter-in-law. The other one is his sister's future dowry, how nice it is.

He learned afterwards that if their mother hadn't got these two fairy coins suddenly, she would have taken a breath of relief and would have suffered more, brought the two children, and endured the humble and poor life day by day She almost promised those cruel creditors that she would become a boatman's daughter, the kind of punting boat that can be fumbled for by the ferrymen for a few coppers. She would moor on the bank of the swaying river at night, and light a lantern. When the wild man sees the light, he can go to spend the night, and when he gets older, he will go to the brothel to be a prostitute again. No matter what, if the mother really wants to do this, the family will have more money, and life will be easier for him and his sister Many, my mother always talked about these things, and she has no taboos, but the young man is not willing to do so, and his younger sister turns pale every time she hears this, and secretly goes to the door by herself, muttering in a low voice, and expressing gratitude to the door gods. Thank you, so the custom in his family is that after a new door god is replaced over the years, the old door god will not be thrown away. The mother will let him and his sister carefully invite a door god to come down, and then carefully pack it up and treasure it. And where there were two extra snow coins for no reason, my mother replaced them with two copper coins.

The only thing the young man was dissatisfied with himself was that he hadn't been able to be a seed for reading, and he really didn't think so, but his mother was disappointed and didn't say anything, which made him feel uncomfortable.

In the early years, he once stole a snowflake money, and wanted to exchange it for silver. First, he would satisfy his sister who was hungry for a piece of pastry, and then let his mother and younger sister live a prosperous life. In the end, he was driven crazy. It was the first time my mother was willing to beat him, the kind that beat him to death. His younger sister was crying beside him, as if it hurt more than him.

From that day on, as the only male in the family, he swore to make money! It wasn't until he became a teenager that he realized that if his mother hadn't stopped him back then, not only would the family of three not have a good life, but they would have suffered disasters instead. The rascal who had seen blood before was killed, and he used all kinds of methods to blackmail him. He and his mother alone couldn't protect the two fairy coins that fell from the sky.

By the time the young man was able to secretly exchange the snow money into silver by relying on his own ability and connections, the young man had already changed his mind and left both snow money to his sister. My sister must not let those beasts get their hands on it. She must marry in the future. A good family, she and her mother must leave the Skeleton Beach, having him here is enough. With his own ability, he can definitely survive.

Today, the young man pushed open the door and saw that his sister, who lived in the same house as his mother, was cutting window grilles. She was very handy and could learn many exquisite window grilles at a glance. Although she could not make a lot of money or eat enough by doing this, in the end It's possible to make money.

The girl stood up in surprise and said, "Brother, why are you here? I'm going to call mother home and cook you a delicious meal?"

The boy picked a small bench and sat next to the girl. He shook his head with a smile and said softly: "No, you don't know how good I am in life? Our mother's cooking skills are all in the family when there is no money or oil or water. If the family is rich, it is all Damn, I really can’t eat it. But I came in a hurry this time, so I couldn’t bring you any gifts.”

The girl smiled, her clean and beautiful eyes narrowed with crescent moons, "No, no, no."

The young man grinned, stretched his hand to his head, held out his fist, and slowly spread it out. It was a piece of broken silver, "Take it."

The girl was hesitant to speak, but she still accepted the piece of silver. It was so heavy, it was only seven or eight cents.

The young man sat on the bench, leaning forward, holding his chin in his hands, looking at the two doorkeepers who opened the door and faced the inside of the room.

In fact, this precocious young man no longer believes that he is any kind of sect spirit. Some of his own guesses are that he is most likely the young ranger wearing a bamboo hat.

But my mother and sister were always convinced that the two snow coins were the appearance of the door god.

But it doesn’t matter whether it is or not.

After leaving the temple, the grandfather and grandson, whose money was almost stolen by the boy, got on the simple carriage hired in their hometown and returned to their hometown along the swaying river.

The child said he wanted to read a book, and the old man smiled and said that the road was bumpy and that reading like this would hurt his eyes. He would not read it until he got home.

The child chuckled and stopped saying that when he got home. The old man touched the child's head, and the child suddenly said: "Earlier, in a house as big as Master River God, there was a sister walking next to us. She pursed her lips and smiled. She was so beautiful."

The old man thought for a moment and remembered, "You mean the two people carrying the bamboo boxes?"

The child nodded vigorously, "Later, we walked fast, and the sister walked slower. As soon as I turned my head to look at her, she would smile."

The old man smiled and said, "It's the scholar who is on a study tour."

The child asked: "Grandpa, is that bamboo a cane? I see that my sister and brother have no problem walking."

The old man couldn't help laughing and patiently explained: "That's not a crutch, it has a name, it's called a hiking stick. Scholars often need to climb mountains and ridges when traveling. Some people's families are not particularly wealthy, but they want to learn more. I don’t have any servants or bookboys to follow me, so I have to carry my luggage and cross mountains and rivers by myself, so I need a hiking pole.”

The child smiled and said: "Ha, our family doesn't have much money. It seems that I will also need a hiking pole in the future."

The old man rubbed his grandson's head and said: "Reading thousands of books will cost a lot of money, and traveling thousands of miles will only require hardship. When grandpa was young, he also traveled far away with his close friends, to those counties. In the library of a wealthy and scholarly family, people borrow books, copy them, return them and borrow them again every day. Some scholar families are very enthusiastic and welcome us, children from poor families, to copy books. They don't care about anything, and at most they tell us not to damage them Books are just there, and good food is served every day, but occasionally, there will be some servants who complain a little. For example, they light up the lamp to copy books every night, and they just joke about it. The price of lamp oil has increased again. Something like that. It’s nothing.”

The child yawned loudly.

The old man held the child in his arms. The child felt a little sleepy. Once the fresh energy wore off and he walked a lot, he began to fall asleep. The old man murmured softly: "When you are in your twenties, you can't stop the words coming out of your pen in a hurry. After thirty, your talent is gradually declining, so you can only stew. As you get older, you never think about it. It’s not what I wrote, it’s just like inviting friends to the paper, saying hello, and telling some stories.”

The coachman suddenly said: "He is carrying a book and a sword again."

The old man in the carriage was surprised. The coachman should not have said such elegant words. He gently put down the child and opened the curtain.

The young coachman turned his head and asked, "Master, what is this?"

The old man smiled and asked: "Why is there the phrase 'carrying a book and a sword again'?"

The coachman was stunned and said, "What do you mean, sir?"

The old man was speechless, smiled and said it was nothing, and returned to the carriage, thinking it was just his imagination.

And that vulgar and illiterate coachman had the thought of looking for Chen Lingjun for no reason?

The next moment, the driver completely forgot about it.

On Muyi Mountain, when Pei Qian and Li Huai boarded the boat, Patriarch Nalan put away the mountain and river scroll and fell into deep thought.

The man then wished to say: "We are of the same blood. If there is a teacher, there must be a disciple, and if there is a disciple, there must be a teacher."

The woman nodded when she was satisfied.

After a while, the old monk decided to take another look, so he used his magical power again. Hey, how come there was a little golden elixir realm fox beside the two children?

Then for some reason, the picture became blurry on its own.

The couple looked at each other in confusion.

Patriarch Nalan smiled and put away his magical power.

Over there at the tea stall by the swaying river.

The guests were vaguely prepared to close.

The shopkeeper took out two feathers, one from the civil and military sparrows.

He said to the young guy who was napping on the table: "There is something to do."

A young woman suddenly appeared and sat down, "I advise you not to do it."

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In the night, Li Huai walked beside Pei Qian and whispered, "Pei Qian, can you teach me how to box?"

Pei Qian hesitated to speak, with a strange expression on his face. During her long trip, she visited the Lion Peak, and she was punched.

Pei Qian hesitated for a long time, but still shook his head and said, "Learning boxing is too hard."

After a pause, Pei Qian added, "Besides, I don't know how to teach boxing."

On the contrary, Li Huai was a little happy, and said with a smile: "I am very slow in learning everything. It is better if you don't know how to teach boxing. If you fail to learn boxing, I am not sad, and you don't have to worry about misleading your children. It is Chen Ping'an , I won’t learn it, his temperament, once he teaches boxing, I don’t want to be lazy...Pei Qian, I’m just telling the truth, don’t get angry.”

Pei Qian thought about it, and said, "Didn't you see my master's two punches earlier than me? It's not difficult to learn, you should know it."

Li Huai said resentfully: "I just learned the 'Qianqiu' sleeping pile indiscriminately. In fact, I didn't remember what Chen Pingan said. I just thought I had learned it. I dare not learn it anymore, for fear of being laughed at by Li Baoping and the others."

Pei Qian shook his head and said, "I don't teach boxing. I don't even know how to box."

Li Huai said: "You know it! Didn't you just ask the god Xue He about boxing?"

Pei Qian just didn't agree.

Where does my fist fall?

Pei Qian looked up at the sky.

And above the ground, there are chirping night insects all around.

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Not far from the Baiyun Temple of Qingluan Kingdom, an old monk who traveled here rented a courtyard and cooked soup every day. It was obviously a vegetable pot, but it tasted like chicken soup.

So it got the nickname of Chicken Soup Monk.

Do not solve the lottery, just look at the palmistry. Occasionally fortune-telling, more people puzzled. Every time one tael of silver, you have to give the money when you enter the door. If you are not satisfied with the solution, you will not pay back the money.

One day, a scholar came to the door and asked himself if he could get fame in the exam.

The old monk looked at the palmistry of the scholar and shook his head.

The scholar was disappointed at first, and then furious. It should be a long-standing grievance, and he started to talk about the fact that the imperial examination was wrong, and listed a lot of reasons. ?

The old monk held out his hand, and the scholars threw out a silver coin.

The old monk got the money and put it in his pocket, so he smiled and said: "The imperial examinations are not fooling people. I won't say it. If it delays you, you won't be able to be an official. It's true."

The scholar blushed, "You can't read your palm!"

The old monk laughed to himself and said, "Furthermore, you said that the number one scholar could not write a famous article through the ages, as if you could. In history, there are several number one scholar, and you can roughly estimate it. How do you There are too many failed scholars who are not good at crafting. There are some poor scholars who are really talented and literary, but they can’t be named on the gold list. If everything fails, it’s still possible to rely on the family to make a living.”

The scholar waved his sleeves and left.

"Idiot."

The old monk shook his head, "Those who complain greatly must suffer great sufferings before they can complain. Virtue is not worthy, resentment is not worthy of suffering, even a self-righteous man is not worthy."

The scholar was putting on his boots at the door, when he heard this, he added fuel to the flames, turned his head and said angrily: "The bald donkey is looking for a beating!"

"Hitting is fine."

The old monk said: "We have to pay for medicine!"

The scholar hesitated for a while, but he still left, and told others that the old monk was a liar, so don't waste the one tael of silver.

It's a pity that the old monk is quite well-known in the capital of Qingluan Kingdom, and there is still an endless stream of people waiting to read his palm.

A young man with a sad face entered the house and asked if the marriage could be renewed.

After reading the palmistry, the old monk shook his head and said it was difficult.

The man complained about himself, and babbled about her being heartless and betraying his infatuation, but I don't blame her, I only hate myself for being rich and powerless. Speaking of sadness, a big man clenched his hands into fists, sobbing uncontrollably.

The old monk nodded and said, "Okay, okay, it's a good habit to blame yourself more than others."

The man choked with sobs and said: "Master, I just want to know how to untie my knots, otherwise I won't be able to live, really I won't be able to live."

Probably there was a fellow in front of him who had suffered a lot. The man raised his head and said, "Don't tell me that you don't want to put it down! Don't tell me that you have to tie the bell to untie it!" Words. I can’t let it go, but I don’t want to let it go! I just want her to change her mind, and I’m willing to do anything...” Finally, the man whispered the girl’s boudoir’s name, really infatuated.

The old monk said: "There are two methods, one is simpler, and cures all diseases with hunger. The other is more complicated, but it can also let you know the current life. After a long time, you can still live. In fact, there is another method, but you have to find the moon grow old."

After speaking, the old monk rubbed his fingers.

The man shook his head and said, "I don't have any money on me."

The old monk looked disgusted, "Go hungry."

The man fell to the ground and cried.

The old monk was helpless, "That's all. Hand out your hand."

The man stretched out his hand, and the old monk lightly tapped the palm of the former, and the man was stunned immediately, and after a while, Yoyo woke up, as if in a lifetime, his forehead was covered with sweat.

The old monk said: "I charge you a tael of silver, you are just having a nightmare, but the pain I endured for you is real, go."

The man staggered away.

The old monk sighed softly, put his fingers together, pulled lightly, and then lightly put the cassock on his body.

Afterwards, a man who was consciously cheated came and threw a tael of silver on the ground. After sitting down, he put his hands on his knees, gritted his teeth and said, "Since you need to pay for beating someone, then I won't beat anyone, but just curse, how about that?" ?!"

The old monk shook his head, "No."

The man sneered, "Why?!"

"You scold me, of course you scold me, I don't care, it's just that I can't bear your mouth karma in vain. After taking your money, but also harming you, how can you bear it? People who are trapped in the mouth karma in the world and don't know it , It is very wrong. There is no door for good and bad, but people call themselves. There are two doors for people's mouth and heart. There is no door for good and bad, but people call for themselves. Talking about being cautious and independent is also a closed door. Taoism advocates purity, and it is still closed. The heart is hard to guard, and even the masters on the mountain are afraid, but if we ordinary people can’t even say a few words, it’s not good Do you still want to scold me now?"

The man was not vague at all, swearing and spitting everywhere.

The old monk glanced at the grain of silver on the ground and endured it. He didn't chase him away either, he only waited for the man to run out of energy from cursing and let him go away, then the old monk stretched out his two fingers again, hooked lightly, and then rubbed against the cassock. The inside of the house is the inside of the house, as for the rest, each has its own destiny.

A middle-aged literati first bowed outside the door, then took off his boots and walked into the house, sat on the futon, put the silver on the ground gently, and then asked: "Dare to ask the master, Buddhism talks about cause and effect and reincarnation, but if there is such a thing?" In the next life, one pays for another, then in my next life, I don’t know the past life, am I still me? I don’t know that it’s me, all kinds of karma, whether good or bad, ignorant and ignorant, bear it at a loss, when will it be me? head?"

"Good question."

The old monk smiled and said: "It can be explained. Let me speak slowly."

The man couldn't help but asked again, "Why can't all retribution in the world be in this world?"

The old monk's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly, "Who is it at this time? Is it easy to ask?!"

The man stood up and clasped his hands together, "I don't know if it's easy to ask, but I only know that the mage is easy to answer."

The man went out too.

He forgot to wear those boots.

The next one was an elegant old man.

After giving a piece of silver, he asked about the origin of the gods of mountains and rivers, and the old monk gave some of his own opinions, but he bluntly said that it was copied from your Confucian literati books, and he thought it made sense.

The old man didn't mind either, and felt that there are too many Ludun idiots and foolish people in the world, especially those young scholars, who are too keen on fame and fortune...

The old monk just listened to the other party's worries about the world, and after a long time, he smiled and asked, "Almsgiver, what do you have for dinner today?"

The other party smiled and said, "It's just a light fast meal at Baiyun Temple not far away."

The old monk nodded and said, "It's not someone who is used to big fish and big meat, but he doesn't really feel that the vegetarian food is bland, but rather unpalatable."

The face of the other party changed slightly, and the old monk said again: "It's just a person who is full, telling a hungry man that the food is not good, and he is prone to hiccups, which is annoying."

The old man got up and said with a sneer, "What a high-ranking monk who attains the Tao, he has a false name!"

The old monk put away the silver and said with a smile: "The silver is real."

Then came a man with big and round shoulders, but he flinched, "Great monk, I am a butcher, can I still be a human being in my next life?"

The old monk asked, "What do you ask for, killing and selling meat every day?"

The man was a little embarrassed, and whispered: "Earn money and support the family."

The old monk smiled, "Open your hands. Let me take a look for you."

The man finally left with a smile.

The next person didn't come here for palmistry at all, but just asked the old monk, why did the mage never call himself a 'poor monk'? Doesn't it seem to conform to the Buddhist rules?

The old monk replied, I am quite rich, but I have little knowledge of Buddhism.

The man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he found it interesting, and left satisfied.

A woman stood shyly at the door, and the old monk smiled and said, "Female benefactor, there is no need to take off your shoes."

The little woman was asking if the son was a student, and if he could be a scholar in the future.

The old monk smiled and stretched out his hand, but the woman blushed. She stretched out her hand and then retracted it. The old monk glanced at the palm of his hand, put down his hand, and said with a smile: "You have men in your eyes, but I don't have women in my heart. It's just this kind of I can say it, but ordinary monks can't hear it, let alone practice it. It's like there are many truths between your mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. You can hear them, but she can't hear them. She can hear them, but you can't. There are often two kinds of truths, They are all good reasons. It depends on who is willing first, and who is more willing."

The woman was extremely surprised and nodded slightly, as if she had realized something. Then she seemed to be in a dilemma, the family was a bit useless, she could bear it, but her husband was really a little worried. The husband doesn't favor the mother-in-law too much, but he will only be on his side, sighing. In fact, it would be good for him to say a warm word. She wouldn't really make things difficult for him.

The old monk smiled and said, "I know how to get along with each other in a steady stream, but I still need a way to relieve the urgent need?"

The woman nodded vigorously, smiling like a flower.

The old monk said: "If you have a family tradition, you must have children. Your husband has a good nature, that is..."

The woman quickly waved her hand.

The old monk chuckled, and changed the subject, "It's just that as the saying goes, when a woman marries, a man marries. Marriage matters are all the same. You are considered a wealthy family, and you have both sons and daughters, so you can teach your sons and daughters at ease. Mo Let his daughter suffer from this anger in your family in the future, don't let your daughter become your own mother-in-law in your eyes. It can be done. The reason why I said this to you is probably because you have thought about it a long time ago. Don't think too much about being a wife of another family, so I absolutely dare not say that."

The woman gave a blessing, thanked her and left, because she entered the house with her shoes on, she did not forget to apologize to the old monk.

The old monk smiled and said, "On behalf of those three families, I should thank you."

Then a handsome young man from a rich family came, gave the money, and began to ask the old monk why it was useless to know more about the truth in the book.

The old monk smiled and said: "The teachings of the sages in your Confucian books have been earnestly spoken long ago, but ask about the hard work, not about the harvest. After closing the book, you only ask about the result, not about the process. Finally, you complain about the truth in such a book. Countless, and then I didn’t live a good life. Isn’t it good? In fact, life is pretty good, and if you say it’s not good, it’s even worse, right?”

Finally the old monk asked, "Do you really know the truth?"

The young man was slightly angry, "Why didn't I know? The books I have read, and I have read a lot of schools of thought, will only be more than the scriptures you have read!"

The old monk shook his head, "You read a lot, but you don't know. On the contrary, you know less than those who don't read much."

The young man is used to being pampered, and he is even more stubborn, "I know! What can you do to me?"

The old monk will accompany you to ask and answer, repeating the words you don't know.

Of course, the old monk would not spend so much time with him, delaying earning money, and let the next guest enter the house, and both parties' business would not be delayed.

The young man said suddenly, I don't know.

The old monk who was talking to others then said, you don't know what a fart you know.

The young man who had been eavesdropping on the conversation in the house before suddenly laughed heartily, "Haha, the bald donkey himself committed a crime!"

The old monk stared at him blankly.

"Your family has been a businessman for generations, and it took a lot of effort to cultivate the seed of reading like you. I hope you will shine in the family. I am uneasy. How extravagantly I hope to be favored by nobles by chance. The elders will help you win favors. You are at ease. The empress was ecstatic, on a long journey, she heard that the goddess by the riverside was affectionate, and she threw herself into the temple, but was ignored, so you wrote those erotic poems, asked your classmates about your literary talents, slandered the reputation of the goddess, and held her accountable, but fortunately you still There is a bit of ancestral protection, and the land society also cares about your ancestors. Whenever there is a famine, he will open a porridge shop to give alms to the lonely and poor, but he is sincere and does not ask for anything in return. Don't, I still want to make an exception and entrust you with a dream. Seeing that you are still complacent, I don't know how heartbroken my ancestors are. In a fit of anger, the land society will ignore you. You still don't realize that the family ancestral hall has long been demolished in your hands."

"Retreat again and again. I won't say anything about the Dharma that you can't hear, but only what you can understand. If I really committed a karma and you scolded me as a bald donkey in your mouth and heart, wouldn't the karma be even greater? Then since you Knowing a lot of truths, then I will only talk about the foundation of your family, the business, and you will know better after thinking about it. If I exchange my karma for yours, I will lose, and you will lose too. Is it really a good deal? What did you earn? Since you know a lot, please teach me a little bit?"

"You are just afraid of how I will know about your shady activities. Even now, even now, you still don't want to know whether you know or not, what do you know?"

The young man suddenly changed from sitting to kneeling, begging the old monk to rescue him from the sea of ​​suffering.

The old monk said: "It is better to ask for yourself than to ask others."

"There is no difference between clean and dirty money in the world, but this human heart is always divided into black and white."

The young man just knelt down and kowtowed, begging endlessly.

The old monk said angrily: "I just feel that there is no right and wrong in the world, only standpoints? Let's see how many years you can be proud, shrewd and self-satisfied! Just enjoy your blessing!"

next person.

He is also a foreigner who has traveled here from afar, seeing his face about 30 years old, with a dignified appearance, he smiled and said: "Monk, your chicken soup... tastes too weird."

The old monk said with a smile, "The benefactor just said it's not good to drink. Because most of the time, it will only make the annoyed more annoyed, and the afflicted will suffer even more."

The man put down a coin, "I believe that the Master really has the Dharma. It's just that there are many other people who are troubled. Since they are not big, why don't you teach a small technique and get immediate results. Wouldn't it spread the Dharma more?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "For emergency medicine, there are so many pharmacists in the pharmacy, what do you want me to do, if you have nothing to do on weekdays, just eat more."

The man felt that there was still more to say, and it was far from enough to solve the puzzle.

The old monk laughed and said, "How small are the little troubles of ordinary people? How big do you think the Dharma in my heart is? Is it really possible to see immediate results? I don't even need to talk about the Dharma of afflictions. , came here to sit down, and then said this sentence to me, how many joys and sorrows have you experienced? The benefactor has not yet had a small trouble in his heart, but looking at this matter from a long distance, it is not small, right? "

The man laughed dumbly, disapproving, shook his head and said, "What I have seen and heard in this life, what I have learned, what I have learned, what I have thought, is not just for today's fight with the mage."

The old monk waved his hand, "Then go elsewhere."

Within a day, the courtyard was overcrowded, bustling and lively.

The last person today was actually the middle-aged master of the Baiyun Temple, a small Taoist temple in the capital.

The penultimate person is a spirit that has transformed into a human form.

The old monk knew it, and of course the middle-aged temple master knew it too.

The old monk just said three words to that Jingmei.

"If you have a human heart, you are a human being."

"Is the world big? It's just me and him."

"Is there a lot of things in the world? It's just a gain or loss in kind, and a feeling in your heart."

Before the middle-aged Taoist took off his boots, instead of hitting the door to check his head, he put his hands together and performed the Buddhist salute.

The old monk said with a smile: "The Lord does not need to give that one tael of silver. In my eyes, I only see the light of the Buddha in the hearts of sentient beings. I can't see anything else. There are no ghosts or ghosts."

The middle-aged Taoist smiled knowingly and nodded slightly.

The old monk continued: "I am afraid that I will understand the Dharma wrong, let alone explain the Dharma wrongly. I am not afraid to teach people what is good about the Dharma, but I am afraid to teach people how to take the first step and how to take the next step. It is difficult and bitter. .The little novice has a Buddha in his heart, but he may not be able to explain the Dharma. The great monk may be able to teach the Dharma, but he may not have a Buddha in his heart."

The middle-aged Taoist said a few words.

Epiphany comes from gradual enlightenment.

Gradually enlightenment is to go to epiphany.

The old monk bowed his head and folded his palms together, "Amitabha Buddha. So good, so good."

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In the Divine Continent of Central Earth, an immortal walked into a cave.

At the feet of the fairy is an ancient bronze mirror with a radius of one hundred feet, but twenty chairs are placed, just like a patriarch hall.

When the immortal appeared, he activated the ancient mirror formation, and within a stick of incense, figures floated up one by one. After taking their seats, there were as many as a dozen people, but all of them had blurred faces.

But the two chairs at the front are temporarily unoccupied.

Everyone was silent and spoke to each other with their hearts.

The person with the lowest seat was the first to speak: "Does my Qionglin sect need to secretly contribute to the flames?"

The immortal who is the owner of this place sneered: "Idiot. Secret? What kind of secret?! Do you think those Confucian temple saints are fools?"

The immortal master from Qionglin Sect was silent, then got up in a panic and apologized to everyone.

After that, everyone spoke, not with their hearts.

The immortal said to the Patriarch of the Qionglin Sect: "Tell Xu Xuan that he is asking too much, and given his current state, he is not qualified to discuss this matter. The Qingliang Sect congratulates Xiaoliang, and ask him not to provoke him."

The latter nodded.

The immortal said: "There are indeed changes in the Lushuikeng. Fortunately, we have not had too much involvement with the Lushuikeng. Besides, there are visions happening in the Aquarius Continent and Beiju Luzhou sea area."

One of them said with a smile: "We are not Yulongzong, we just sit on the wall and watch the show."

Another old voice sneered and said, "I'd like to see how Chen Chun'an monopolizes mellowness."

The immortal ignored these personal grievances, looked at a figure dressed as a woman sitting opposite him, frowned and said: "The other side of Aquarius Island is your territory, so you have nothing to say?"

With a red string tied around the woman's wrist, she smiled and said, "I really have nothing to say."

The immortal asked: "Who is going to find out who wrote the book? It is best for us to use it."

"I'll go," said one of them.

The woman smiled and said, "What a dog's nose."

The man said indifferently: "If you didn't have a good brother, you would have died a long time ago."

The woman shook her wrist lightly, "It's a pity I have it."

The immortal here said: "Continue to discuss!"

The woman said: "I'll give it a try, let Liu Xianyang go to Zhengyang Mountain first."

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In the countryside of Dali Border Pass, a group of playful children finally saw the dust flying in the distance, and immediately started jumping and shouting.

A fine horse galloped by.

The children ran all the way up the hillside.

A pawn on horseback turned his head to look, and lightly clenched his fist and tapped his chest.

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Tuoyue Mountain trembled slightly in the wild world, and then the movement became louder and louder, almost showing signs of the mountain being overturned.

Then the Tuoyue Mountain formation was activated, and the entire mountain suddenly sank by tens of feet. There is no more movement.

On the top of the Jianqi Great Wall, he was dressed in a red robe, closed his eyes and meditated, and sat withered as if dead. He suddenly stood up and laughed loudly: "Ah Liang, come to be a guest when you have time!"