Sword of Coming

The young Taoist boy stood on the steps, and the old man Yang from the medicine shop often sat there holding a tobacco stick and puffing away smoke.

Chen Ping'an stood under the eaves, bowed his head in a polite manner, and remained silent.

It wasn't that Chen Pingan was being mysterious, but that he really didn't know how to answer. He was mainly worried about involving Li Liu, so he had to bite the bullet and be silent.

The young Taoist boy shook his sleeves, returned a decent Confucian bow, and smiled without saying a word.

The young man sat on the steps and stretched out a hand, "Sit wherever you want. We are all guests, so don't care too much."

I am a passer-by, and so are you for the time being, but not necessarily in the future.

Chen Ping'an moved to sit on the bench, facing the young man across a courtyard that was surrounded by water.

There is no need to guess the identity of the young Taoist boy in front of him.

He once rode a bull through the border and traveled around the wild world. With a single finger, he knocked the old demon of the old throne back to the bottom of the ancient well, leaving indelible traces on the opponent's body for thousands of years.

It even made the Great Patriarch fled to heaven for the first time and did not dare to show his face.

Rao was Taoist Master Sun of Daxuan Du Temple, a Taoist master who "greeted Zhen Wudi every once in a while". It was rumored that when traveling around the world, he and Bai Ye and others always mentioned the Taoist ancestor who founded Bai Yujing. , it’s just as honorable, and I swear that the best fighter in the world is still the one in our Qingming world.

For Daozu, pretending to be confused while pretending to understand is meaningless, and pretending to be confused while pretending to understand is even more ridiculous.

Daozu glanced at Chen Ping'an's Fourteenth Realm atmosphere and said with a smile: "The word etiquette is difficult to have both reason and reason, and not to be rigid. The young master is still very powerful."

Then Daozu revealed the secret, "The fact that you are able to accommodate Lu Chen's state of affairs with very few people is not only because of Li Sheng and Lu Chen, but also because of your own high attainments in 'Xuzhou'. It has a lot to do with it. Only Dao Collecting emptiness means that emptiness means the heart is fast, and emptiness means the world is broad. Let me just say that among the people you know, Zhou Mi, Cui Chan, Qi Jingchun, Zheng Juzhong, Wu Shuangjiang are all similar scholars. In layman's terms, it is a person Only when you have an empty stomach can you eat more. Why can Taoist cultivators be different from ordinary people? What does it mean to go into the mountains to cultivate immortality? It is nothing more than carving a mountain into a house, moving out the seven emotions and six desires of ordinary people, distracting thoughts and turbidity, and using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the opportunities of Taoism. And meritorious deeds, move in.”

Wearing a green shirt and sitting upright, he looked like a schoolboy who had just learned how to read.

Nowadays, several mountaintop monks in the world, no matter they are in the Ascension Realm or the Fourteenth Realm, do not dare to call Zhou Mi by his first name, for fear of revealing the secrets of the world to heaven.

Daozu smiled. This guy seemed to be kept in the dark. It was normal. There were hundreds of disciples from the three religions. How could that one person be recognized by the sword wielder at a young age? There were even two senior brothers staring at him. Chen Pingan was naturally overwhelmed and could not think of himself. During his many years of traveling, he not only traveled at night with a candle, but also carried a lantern during the day.

However, Taozu was not in a hurry to tell the truth and asked: "You have been close to Buddhism since you were a child, and you have a lot of experience in affirming and denying. So you must know the meaning of the three sentences?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "The Buddha said that the world is not the world, so it is called the world."

Daozu smiled and said: "Good words, but let's look at it more. Let's give an example. The truth is that the sky and the earth are long and empty. The example is the post ferry, so that the listener has a place to stand. Otherwise, the master can reason and ride a crane to Yangzhou."

Chen Ping'an said: "Su Zi has a poem, Danzhou Yunxia Qianjiang Tide. I hate it in every way before it arrives. When I get to Yuanlai, nothing happens. Danzhou Yunxia Qianjiang Tide."

Daozu said: "Speak again."

Chen Ping'an replied: "The Tao is very Tao."

The Taoist ancestor smiled and said: "No wonder Su Zi is more happy than Liu Qi when you present the copybook. It's no wonder that Sun Guanzhu favors you. When he returned to his hometown, he told everyone he met that there is a little Taoist friend in Haoran who is a wonderful person."

Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed. Even before he went to Qing Ming Tianxia, ​​his reputation was already all over the streets? Does this mean that the aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley?

Daozu asked: "Have you ever thought about why your two senior brothers dare to catch turtles in an urn? Thousands of years ago, the three of us failed to completely solve the legacy of the old heavenly palace ruins. Now that Zhou Mi has taken control of it, we will only be able to The difficulty is even greater. But now that the three of us have separated, it is always better to block the water than to spread it out. Cui Zhang and Qi Jingchun are not short-sighted people, how can they not understand this truth? Think about it again, why Zhou Mi and Everyone ascends to heaven, what is he waiting for? Filling the vacancy of the divine position is similar to the Qintian Prison of our secular dynasty, always a carrot and a pit."

When Daozu said this, he smiled and said, "Zhou Mi can't just wait for the three of us to block the door, right?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "This junior can't understand."

"Because there is something happening in the world that makes all the things that are careful and careful become sparse."

Daozu raised his arm and pointed at Chen Pingan, "It's you, the bird in the cage."

There is a tug-of-war between the heavens and the world, which ultimately determines who can become a new and more powerful one.

Luo Luo Shan? The soul returns to heaven, and the soul returns to earth.

Of course, Zhou Mi must have his own means, find new ways, find new ways to find solutions, and will never sit back and wait for death.

Daozu said: "So Qingtong Tianjun left you a letter to ask if you have eaten enough."

Chen Ping'an's heartstrings tightened for a moment. He clenched his fists and placed them on his knees. He took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "Am I the one...one?"

Daozu smiled and said: "Qi Jingchun has indeed placed a very heavy burden on your shoulders."

Chen Pingan suddenly became enlightened.

Why would Zou Zi, who knew everything about heaven and earth, start targeting an orphan from Mud Bottle Lane so early? An existence like Zou Zi had already discovered life and death and transcended good and evil.

When he was young, he went to the mountains to collect medicine, but was blocked by a flash flood. Later, Old Man Yang taught him a breathing method. In exchange, Chen Pingan made a dry tobacco pole.

After returning from the capital of the Sui Dynasty, he was given a flying sword, which was named Fifteen by Chen Ping'an. Old Man Yang’s reason was that his family didn’t eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year.

In addition, the flying sword embryo whose real name is "Xiao Fengdu" is the first day of the lunar month and the fifteenth day of the lunar month, which means that you can avoid the first day of the lunar month, but not the fifteenth day.

I never thought that the person who could not hide the most was Chen Pingan himself.

He went on a long trip again and went to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to deliver a sword to Ning Yao. There were zhenqi talismans posted on his legs and feet.

Chen Pingan asked: "Is it me this morning?"

Daozu shook his head and said: "That's too underestimated the Qingtong Tianjun's methods. You asked for this one yourself."

Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief and asked directly: "Dare to ask the ancestors, can you solve this matter, and I am still me?"

Daozu said with a smile: "Ask for more blessings."

Chen Pingan was speechless.

Daozu was probably worried that Chen Ping'an had gone astray. It was actually a good saying, but it became increasingly deviated from its original meaning as it spread in the world, so Daozu later added a word, "Blessed are those who seek for themselves."

Chen Pingan asked: "If Li Liu or Ma Kuxuan saw those words, whose handwriting was it?"

Chen Ping'an had always mistakenly believed that those words were written by Li Liu or Ma Kuxuan.

Daozu shook his head and said: "Not necessarily. What Li Liu saw might be Dong Shuijing, who seemed to be collecting debts for others, or Lin Shouyi, who is 'Dao Xin Shouyi'. What Ma Kuxuan saw might be Ruan Xiu, the God of Fire. Or the water god Li Liu. What Gu Can saw might be the handwriting of Song Jixin or the finishing touch of Zhao Yao. What Ruan Xiu saw might be the handwriting of Chen Ping'an or Liu Xianyang in Mu Ping Lane. There is only one thing for sure, no matter who sees it It’s not my own handwriting.”

Daozu smiled and said: "When you decide something in your mind, you will constantly look for reasons and arguments to support your understanding. Kiln workers, butchers, widowers, carpenters, woodcutters looking for firewood, and fishermen looking for fish are all just because of their skills. , each is different, so when looking at the same world, each will have its own emphasis."

Chen Ping'an frowned and asked tentatively: "Those words, are they similar to Red Candle Town? It's like a confluence of long rivers of time. So anyone can be the one who wrote the words, and at the same time, no one is the one who wrote the words?"

Daozu answered the question, "The reason why Qingtong Tianjun set up this ban is to prevent you young people from working too hard on your future cultivation path. Of course, I am more worried that after the sky of Lizhu Cave was shattered and took root on the ground, I lost one Without the barrier to isolate Tianji, the younger generation will travel out one after another, and clues about the One will be exposed prematurely."

Regarding the flow of the long river of time, it is a big taboo, and Taoists must explore and explore it themselves.

Daozu smiled and said, "Can you answer the previous question now?"

Chen Ping'an subconsciously turned his head and glanced in the direction of Mud Bottle Alley.

Walking from the alley to the drug store, if you have money to buy medicine, you will be light-footed and have no money in your pocket in windy, snowy weather and muddy roads. The same journey, even if spring is blooming all the way, will make you staggering and exhausted. .

Why is this so? It depends on the state of mind. Dharma does not arise alone, it arises according to circumstances. Traveling through mountains and rivers, but not dragging your feet, this is what Buddhism calls "excluding one's mind without removing one's affairs." What's more, my husband once specifically commented on the phrase "The human heart is dangerous, but the Taoist heart is weak."

When I was young, when it came to making porcelain, my greatest knowledge was nothing more than four words, easy to master. Wherever the heart goes, the hands turn.

Chen Ping'an said: "I don't have to wander around the streets alone just to find a copper coin on the ground, and I don't have to wait for other houses to open. I don't think it's hard at all."

Daozu smiled and asked, "Have you ever picked up money?"

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "I actually picked up a few."

In the night when they were helping people to get water, there was a child lying on a field ridge with his legs crossed and chewing grass roots. The stars were shining brightly above his head. The child held high a copper coin he had picked up on the ground during the day.

Daozu raised his hand, pointed to his head, and then to his heart, "A person's rationality is a collection of acquired knowledge, and the paths we have opened up ourselves. Our sensibility is innate and comes from Heart, the heart is the official organ of the monarch, from which the gods emerge. Unfortunately, people are tired of things, and the heart is a servant of form. Therefore, in practice, there are a thousand ways and ten thousand, but in the end, the word "heart" cannot be bypassed."

"Chen Ping'an, may I ask what the purpose of all 'skills' in the world is?"

Chen Pingan thought for a moment and replied: "It can be falsified and corrected."

Daozu asked again, "Where is the Dao?"

Chen Pingan replied: "It can make people fascinated, become one with the world and all things, and stay away from upside-down dreams."

Daozu nodded, seemingly satisfied with Chen Ping'an's answer, with a somewhat emotional expression, "A hundred flowers bloomed, thousands of couples competed, the earliest sages of the human race who changed the world, during those turbulent years that are difficult to describe in words, Whether you are practicing Taoism, mountaineering, or studying, it is a very beautiful era."

Daozu stood up and said, "Follow me to the Mud Bottle Alley."

Chen Pingan stood up and walked out of the backyard with Daozu. Su Dian and Shi Lingshan in the front yard of the drug store were completely unaware.

After stepping out of the threshold, Taozu looked at the street and said with a smile: "Qi Jingchun once traveled to the Little Lotus Cave. Before picking the lotus, he said something to me. The purpose of practice lies in knowing, and the joy of seeking the Tao lies in the unknown. Good. Guy, teach me how to practice Taoism."

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.

Daozu suddenly joked: "You are not a bad junior as a junior. You dared to let me get out of the way when you didn't practice boxing or swordsmanship in your early years."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I was young and ignorant, and I said something offensive. Daozu forgives me."

"Isn't it true?"

The owner of Luolu Mountain treats people with sincerity, and is not afraid of the shadows slanting when he is upright. "It's what he says from his heart."

"That's okay, ask your conscience at night and let the sun shine on your heart. When walking alone, you can't be scared by your own shadow."

Walking together on the street, Daozu asked casually: "What knowledge are you studying recently?"

For Daozu, it seems that you can know everything. If you want to know, you can know it. If you don't want to know, you don't need to know. This is probably a kind of freedom.

Chen Ping'an replied: "I read some Taoist sects' stipulations and talismans. Before I came here, I originally planned to go to Qintian Prison and borrow a few books."

The Li Sheng reminded one thing in the capital that the opportunity for enlightenment lies in words.

"Are you starting to make plans to travel around the world of Qingming?"

"People without thought, he must worry about."

Chen Ping'an was worried that by accident, he would be slapped to death by Master Bai Yujing as soon as he showed up at Qing Ming Tianxia.

It's just that it's hard to tell the right and wrong of his direct disciples in front of Dao Ancestor.

"Do you have any experience reading the book?"

"It is said in the "Authentic Book of Alchemy" that the 瓓文 is a text derived from Tao Qi, so I plan to pick out more Kuilong patterns, Taotie patterns and cloud seal patterns to see."

Dao Ancestor hummed, "Reading it makes people and gods fly over."

Chen Ping'an was puzzled. Wasn't he looking? But read? How to read the talisman pattern?

Dao Ancestor turned around and said with a smile: "Just now in the medicine shop, you know who you are. The fact that you are not afraid now can also be explained by the fact that your own Tao heart is stable, and coupled with the gift of Lu Chen's Taoism, why are you not afraid at all? , you don’t have to worry that it’s due to pure divinity. And don’t forget that today’s martial arts path is originally the old path of Shinto.”

Chen Ping'an's eyes were bright, and he looked at the distance on the street. The thoughts of a Fourteenth Realm great monk were directly reflected on the road. A light rain actually started to fall on the street. As he walked in it, "Then keep your feet on the ground and walk to try." Give it a try.”

Daozu smiled.

He looks a lot like Chen Qingdu, that stubborn guy. No wonder they are so close to each other even though they are so different in seniority.

Very good at swordsmanship.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked back at the drug store.

Afterwards, the two of them walked to the Mud Bottle Alley together, where Taozu recounted some old Huangli records that were not recorded in White Jade Kyoto.

"Some people once went up the long river of time to trace their origins in order to find their true colors, but to no avail."

"Someone worked tirelessly to find two identical flowers in the world. Half a day. The river of time in the world was stagnant for half a day. A body of Taoism finally couldn't support it and collapsed in the world. This person finally laughed and said, If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening."

"There are people who travel far and wide with swords, creating the world, looking for an answer, why are there people outside the world, and what is the sky outside the world? Guess what kind of creation the world is?"

Chen Ping'an immediately remembered the encounter with his senior brother Cui Chan at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. He slapped his arm and replied: "Using the art of inverting mustard seeds and sumeru, go to the small world of the human body and seek self-realization within?"

However, Daozu did not give an answer and had already changed the topic, "There is no written text in the teachings outside the teachings. Words are not also written words, so some people scattered here and there, trying to break the barriers of words, setting a period of a thousand years, chaos, and the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness disappeared. Yao Mingming.”

"Some people want to explore one thing. What existence existed before the ancient gods created the gods."

"So some people have doubts, is the long river of time a straight line that comes and goes without a trace, or is it an endless cycle, or is it composed of countless indivisible points? Could it be an ancient god? Have you created living beings in the past, and finally left it to the human race to create gods in the future?”

Chen Ping'an remained silent, but he was inevitably curious, whether this Taoist ancestor had ever successfully visited the border, and what he had seen. What was the so-called Tao?

Dao Ancestor smiled and said: "You were almost accepted as a disciple by Lu Chen and became my closed disciple. Lu Chen is obviously further than you thought. He went to Bai Yujing, a bird in a cage, and it is more worthy of his name behind closed doors."

Chen Ping'an was stunned.

"But on Bai Yujing's side, it seems that I have the final say. Even in front of the Holy Master, I still have to say, if you become my closed disciple, there will be no need for you to work so hard, just be here. Bai Yujing is sitting alone in his heart, cultivating the Great Dao, and being one of the Four Masters, he will have no worries for at least ten thousand years...Listen, your sage master is really not surprising at all, and he has come up with the Three-Character Sutra."

Chen Pingan pretended not to hear those three words.

The sage master who never wanted to learn about heaven and man was still a man of good temperament...

Daozu seemed to be having a conversation with the sage master, and said with a smile: "Old Master, roll up your sleeves to show me. If I remember correctly, that sword in the early years was taken away to the wild world by a certain proud student."

Chen Ping'an's heart moved slightly.

Among the seventy-two sages of the earliest Confucian Temple, Chen Ping'an was most curious about two of them. Because the sages who accompanied him were highly knowledgeable, it was not unusual for them to be the direct disciples of the most holy teacher. However, one of them was famous for making money. The other one is not generally capable of fighting. It's just that in the subsequent history of the Confucian Temple, these two people seemed to have retreated behind the scenes early and disappeared without a trace. They neither created a cultural context in the vast world nor followed the sage of rites to the outside world. However, even if they were very curious, Chen Ping'an was in Mr. Over there, they still didn’t ask about the inside story.

Daozu smiled and explained to Chen Ping'an: "When there are many evil forces, they must be defeated. The Confucian Temple still has some back-ups."

Daozu suddenly asked: "Would you like to meet me?"

Chen Pingan was about to decline the matter, but for a moment, he felt as if he had seen a distant landscape painting.

In the wild world, in a remote place where spiritual energy is thin and almost non-existent, there are two adjacent huts, and there is a tall and burly man with a big beard and right lapel. The man has a strong mountain atmosphere and is chopping firewood with a hatchet.

There was also a tall, thin young man with a bookish air, his hands behind his back, looking at the cat named Li Nu on the hut, which had just jumped down from a tree and carried the cicada away. It's just that this cat was left by an old friend in his early years, and he just helped take care of it.

The man chopping wood asked, "How do you say that?"

The young man nodded and said: "The old poetry manuscripts have been almost sorted out, and in addition, I have prepared three thousand poems. You can go out now."

The man smiled and said: "Three thousand songs, so many? The level must be uneven. Fortunately, we are in a barbarian land, and there are not many people who know the goods. Otherwise, you would have no shame in signing up for your own number. It would be embarrassing to the barbarian world. What do you think?" The only one."

The young man smiled and said: "Only one? With A Liang at the bottom, what should I be afraid of?"

The burly man laughed dumbly, put down his hatchet, clapped his hands, went to a burial mound behind the hut, and found a broken iron sword, a high crown, a broken rope, and a scholar's shirt.

The man brushed off the dust from the ancient crown and put it on his head, not forgetting to re-tassel it.

Wearing a Confucian shirt and a long sword hanging from his waist, the man still has a big beard, but his aura is completely different.

There was an ancient saying in the world: When a gentleman dies, he will inevitably be crowned.

The young man walked into the hut and took off a long sword from the wall. There was an oil lamp on the table. There were people in the world who were drunk and looked at swords by burning the lamp.

When this young scholar holds a long sword, it is like the sharp edges of the world gathered three feet apart.

On this side of the town, the two parties passed by the ruins of the old locust tree. Daozu said slowly: "Guess, has the boss sword immortal returned the locust wood sword box to you?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I can't guess."

Daozu laughed it off and said, "I'll have a chance to know about it later."

Chen Pingan asked: "Is the old temple master nearby?"

Daozu nodded and said: "I was drinking tea and eating melon seeds at the gate of your mountain. Before I went to Luopo Mountain, I was slapped on the horns by fellow Taoist Jingqing in the town. He also said that the grass on the mountain top of your house is lush and you can eat it as much as you want."

Chen Ping'an stretched out his fingers and rubbed the center of his eyebrows. What a great man.

When he reached the entrance of the alley, Daozu stopped, looked at the alley in front of him, and said with a smile: "My first disciple, the only disciple who personally accepted him, once had a fable that said that worries about the sky are unfounded, but Lu Chen said that worries about the sky are unfounded. , is the great wisdom, so Lu Chen has always been afraid of a certain saying. The so-called eternal time is when the person who is dreamed wakes up from the dream, and then at that moment the heaven and the earth will be reunited. There is also a Taoist in Bai Yujing who thinks It's very interesting. His master is like a buzzing mosquito. Even if he breaks away from the shackles of heaven and is discovered, it will only be a slap in the face. There is another person in Bai Yujing who, on the contrary, feels The so-called transcendent Taoists in countless "heavens and earths" are just an extra red dot on our arms, which can be broken with a snap of a finger. Your senior brother Cui Chan has already thought of this. Generally speaking, it is still the one from Lu Chen My thoughts are relatively unsolvable. If you come to Bai Yujing as a guest in the future, you can talk to him in detail."

Daozu said: "Just come here."

Chen Pingan bowed.

The Taoist ancestor smiled and returned the Taoist sect's head.

The next moment, Chen Ping'an returned to Dali Capital City. After thinking about it, he decided to go to Qintian Prison.

In a room in the Dali Qin Tianjian, someone was burning incense and fairy mist was curling up.

An outsider who just stayed in the Qintian Prison, with a young appearance and a surname of Yuan, has helped a lot in the Taishi Bureau in recent years. Because he is proficient in longitude and latitude, moon phases, and has refined the craftsmanship and density, he has perfected Mongolia for the Qintian Prison. Qi difference and stagnation method.

It was this person who had a small incense burner placed in front of him, holding incense chopsticks, and burning Gannan incense.

It was just that the principal and deputy of the Qintian Prison were looking at each other. Just now, the two old monks were still very leisurely, joking a few words like the official body often owes a debt of study, burning incense and reading Su Zi's poems.

Chen Ping'an's attack at the inn in the capital before, and then Ning Yao's sword attack, were both very loud, but they were not as shocking as the vision just now.

The deputy supervisor asked in a low voice: "Master Jianzheng, is this hidden official a hidden Ascension Realm sword cultivator?"

Jian Zheng opened his palms, looked at the cracked ancient turtle shell, and sighed: "Your guess seems to be too low."

The deputy prison officer suddenly slapped his knee with his palm, "If you don't believe me, I'll beat you to death! It's absolutely unreasonable!"

Even if Chen Ping'an is an Ascension Realm sword cultivator, the deputy supervisor doesn't believe it.

A Jade Purity sword cultivator in her early forties was already terrifying enough, but as for Ning Yao... what could she do?

Jian Zheng sighed, "No matter what the truth is, the situation is like this now. The dragon is entrenched in the small pond, and it shakes its head and tail at will. For the capital city of Li, it is an unstoppable storm. Press it with all your strength, It's just a fool's dream. How can he understand it? Haha, he is a direct descendant of the literary sage..."

The deputy supervisor said tentatively: "Then the only thing left is to be moved by emotion?"

Jian Zheng was shocked, Chen Pingan was really here!

However, the old monk still looked calm, pretending to be surprised and nodded: "I must go and report this to Your Majesty immediately, and the Deputy Labor Supervisor will be waiting for the guests. Then I remembered that the Deputy Supervisor said no when he was working for Shanya Academy in his early years. It is most appropriate for those who have little conscience to speak with affection. If nothing else, Chen Ping'an is still a nostalgic person. Mr. Deputy Supervisor, go and talk to him affectionately and prescribe the right medicine."

The prisoner had a hard time saying that he was really tricked by the Empress Dowager Da Li in the Changchun Palace. Before Chen Pingan attended the ceremony at Zhengyang Mountain, he was lying on a wicker chair to rest in Guoyunlou Inn. The Empress Dowager Da Li was very He had to take out the piece of natal porcelain and ordered him to use his magical power to observe mountains and rivers and observe Chen Ping'an from a distance. The result was good. If the Jianghu theory was used, the two sides would be at odds.

In the end, the two old men looked at the young monk who had always been silent, "Mr. Yuan?"

The young monk smiled and said: "You are already here. Since you can't drive away, just wait and see what happens. Anyway, the worst result is that the Qintian Prison will be demolished. Anyway, Da Li is rich now."

For Chen Ping'an at the moment, an Imperial Heavenly Prison was like entering a deserted land.

He glanced at the plaque and observed the signs to tell the time.

The hanging elephant in the sky indicates good and bad luck, so it goes up to the sky and the sage chooses it. Qin Tianjian's Qi practitioners observed celestial phenomena, calculated solar terms, established Zhengshuo, and compiled calendars. They needed to inform the emperor of the signs of prosperity and decline.

Heaven and earth have already placed the "elephant" there, just like an open book. People in the world can read it at will, and monks read it more diligently. What they gain may be their own Taoism and realm.

The word "xiang" of heaven is the radical of "human". It is probably the purpose of a person's practice to practice Taoism and attain the Tao. In the end, it seems to be immortal with the heaven and earth.

Chen Ping'an casually stepped into a library full of multiple landscape restrictions. He sighed in his heart. He was worthy of being the leader of Bai Yujing San who "can't be defeated by anyone." The truth couldn't be simpler. Lu Chen was just like I am alone, alone in a complete world with no gaps, and all the other people live together in another world. There is no obstruction between the two, and the water in the well does not interfere with the river. I just don’t know if a sword cultivator in the Fourteenth Realm can cut through this great barrier with one sword.

Over at Renyun Yiyun Tower, there are almost no practice secrets. Most of them are masterpieces handed down from ancient times by the three sects and hundreds of schools of thought, so Chen Pingan wanted to come here to read.

Because the realm is there, he can turn through books very quickly, his consciousness is slightly moved, and he can finish reading a book in a blink of an eye. Chen Ping'an took down some ancient books that made his thoughts move slightly from the bookshelf, and then silently wrote them down. Those key statements.

Even the mountains are like the inner energy coming out of the mountains, even the heaven and the earth. Is it related to the Three Mountain Talisman?

The dragon transforms into a snake and lurks in the water. Could there be such a vicious creature hiding in the wild world with this secret technique?

All demons, sweeping the floor and burning incense? Is it related to ancient sacrifices?

Finally, Chen Ping'an took a few books, walked through the wall, tucked the books under his arm, and stood leaning against the railing in a green shirt.

On the other side of the square, a group of Qin Tianjian monks gathered. Most of them were young, with engraved children's combs and simple hairstyles. In addition, there are some Yue Du Zhu Shi and Si Chen Masters with different costumes, including boys and girls.

A group of people were standing or sitting on the steps, some standing and some sitting, but no one was lazy. After all, Qin Tian Jian still had strict rules.

What they talked about the most was of course the ring competition between Yu Hong and Zhou Haijing.

Then there are some experiences in the mountains and rivers when going out to experience. It is not easy for Qin Tianjian's Qi practitioners to travel, so every time they travel, the distance between mountains and rivers is not short. They often cover half of Aquarius Island in one trip, and their whereabouts are secretive. Every time he travels far away, there will be two groups of people secretly guarding the road. The enshrinements of the Dali Xingbu and the monks accompanying the army from all over the country cannot tolerate any mistakes. The Qi-watching technique of Da Li Qin Tian Jian is as rare as that of sword cultivators.

Chen Ping'an was hesitating whether to return to the town and go to Yang's shop to read the letter, go back to the inn to find Pei Qian and Cao Qinglang, or go to the ferry to meet the two nephews? Or go directly to the palace?

Looking at those boys and girls who were generally carefree, Chen Ping'an had to sigh, the green years are the most lovely.

Qin Tianjian is divided into astronomy department, geography department, engraving department, calendar department, five elements department and sacrificial department.

Taishi Bureau, Shushu Bureau, Construction Bureau, and recently newly established Boundary Bureau, Shandu Bureau and Dialect Bureau. In addition, there are some bell and drum courtyards and Qingshui Yamen of the Seal and Calendar Office.

Among them, the calendar engraving is also called Lintai. The newly established boundary bureau is responsible for managing the yellow scale atlas of all dynasties for the royal family.

As for the dialect bureau, the Ministry of Rites compiled the dialects of a continent, and Zhao Yao, the minister, took charge of the matter and finally deposited it in Qintian Prison.

This was a huge expense involving immortal money. The Ministry of Household Affairs often scolded the mother. Because Zhao Yao had worked in the Ministry of Household Affairs for a few days, they described the Minister of Rites, who had suddenly risen to a high position, as a mere peddler. spendthrift. You can't afford to offend those rough guys from the Ministry of War. You, Zhao Yao, are an official from the Ministry of Etiquette. It doesn't matter if you start a quarrel with someone or something, it would be an insult to the gentlemen.

Within the Qintian Prison, there are invisible distinctions between superiors and inferiors. Those who look at the sky look down on those who look down on the earth. Those who look down on the earth look down on those who only follow the steps and follow the old rituals to perform sacrifices. Those on sacrifice look down on those who guard the inscriptions. Among them, the most important In the Calendar Department with a transcendent status, Lingtai Lang, who was born in Lintai and took the Calendar Examination, has the most noble status and is looked down upon by everyone.

Chen Pingan looked around.

That one, the bird in the cage.

Chen Pingan quietly raised his right hand and touched his left wrist.

Traveling far and wide, time flies, spring passes and autumn comes, thinking again and again, white horses passing by, watching flowers in a hurry.

What really made Chen Ping'an hesitate the most was the fact that he traveled far away with another person.

Should we rush to that battlefield, or... go straight to Tuoyue Mountain? !

Chen Pingan turned his head, because he didn't hide his traces intentionally, so he came to the door.

It was Deputy Ma Jian, and an outsider named Yuan Tianfeng from Qintian Prison.

Yuan Tianfeng saw this young hermit official at close range and was filled with emotion. His merits were perfect and heaven and man were one!

Is he really a legendary fourteenth realm monk?

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Chen Pingan from Luolu Mountain has met Mr. Ma Jiancheng and Mr. Yuan."

It's inappropriate to call the deputy supervisor.

However, Chen Ping'an focused more on the "refreshing" young monk.

Regarding the Qintian Prison in the capital, Cui Dongshan specifically mentioned Mr. Yuan, who was unknown in the Dali Dynasty, and gave a high evaluation: refreshed, full of ambition, full of fun, and amazing.

In the words of Pei Qian when he was a child, it is to let the big white goose praise others, that is, sister Nuanshu sleeps in, the sun comes out in the west, and the dog spits out ivory from its mouth.

The deputy supervisor replied: "I have met Mr. Chen."

This is probably a hint to you that Chen Pingan is no longer a hidden official now, but has become a scholar in the lineage of literary saints after returning to his hometown.

Yuan Tianfeng addressed Chen Ping'an as Shanzhu Chen.

Deputy Superintendent Ma glanced at the books under Chen Ping'an's arm, but said nothing.

A good one comes uninvited, takes things without asking, and leaves without saying goodbye.

Fortunately, those few books are not too valuable. Moreover, among the rare rare books collected in Qintian Prison, there are two book essences condensed by literary fortune, which are specially responsible for helping to pass them on.

What's more, the truly secret forbidden books of Qin Tian Prison are not kept in the library. Even if he, the deputy supervisor, wants to read it, the other two have to nod and agree. Which book he reads will be recorded in the book.

With Chen Ping'an's current realm and Taoism that seems to have "fallen from the sky", it is actually not difficult to find traces of the formation. Even taking a book and going back and forth, it is destined that no one will know.

Yuan Tianfeng asked with a smile: "Master Chen, do you believe in fate?"

Chen Pingan nodded without hesitation and said with a smile: "Of course I believe it."

Yuan Tianfeng suddenly held a whisk in his hand to draw a round shape, and then used the whisk to make a split in the middle, "Like this?"

Chen Pingan shook his head, raised his hand, and put his fingers together. He also drew a circle, but it was not completely connected. Then it seemed to be slightly offset from the trajectory, but the line did not extend out.

Yuan Tianfeng nodded.

The deputy supervisor on the side stroked his beard and smiled. As for whether I understand or not, you two can guess.

Chen Pingan asked in his heart: "Mr. Yuan is concentrating on studying how to deal with the demon outside?"

Yuan Tianfeng did not deny the matter, but said with a hint of helplessness: "Measuring the ocean is as difficult as climbing to the sky."

Yuan Tianfeng seemed to be a little hesitant, and it was only at this moment that he asked: "Has Lord Chen heard of me?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Senior brother values ​​Mr. Yuan very much."

Yuan Tianfeng didn't pay too much attention, and just asked: "Is Shanzhu Chen proficient in arithmetic?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The more I look at it, the more headache I get, but it's not a bad way to spend my time."

Yuan Tianfeng said regretfully: "Actually, arithmetic should be included in the Dali Imperial Examination, and the proportion should not be small. I heard that Cui Guoshi had this intention, but it was a pity that it was not implemented in the end."

Chen Pingan was about to speak but stopped.

Yuan Tianfeng asked doubtfully: "Does Master Chen have any objections? Or does he agree with my opinion?"

Chen Ping'an quickly waved his hand and said with a smile: "Although I can't decide on the imperial examination, I definitely don't dare to nod this way."

Pulling out a book, tapping his head, Chen Pingan said: "If it is really included in the imperial examination, I will definitely not be the only one who has a headache. It can even be imagined that all the scholars in the world are scratching their heads and hopping and cursing in front of these arithmetic books. .”

Yuan Tianfeng laughed.

This close disciple of the Literary Sage lineage is still very funny when he talks.

The Deputy Horse Supervisor sighed, "It's nice to be an outsider, we can talk and laugh here."

Chen Pingan said goodbye and left, his body disappearing in a flash.

Yuan Tianfeng smiled and said: "Don't ask me when I will return the book?"

The deputy supervisor smiled and said nothing. What else could he give me?

Chen Ping'an appeared in the alley and found that Liu Gao was not there, so he chatted with Zhao Duanming for a few words, only to find out that Master Liu had stopped another old master before.

Over at the Long Kiln in the small town, a middle-aged monk silently recited the words "This heart is like cutting through the spring breeze."

In the wild world, several sword cultivators traveled together, and the man in the middle wearing a lotus crown said: "Go to Tuoyue Mountain!"