He casually picked up the "Baopuzi" that he had thrown on the table.
Xuanzhe is the ancestor of nature and the great sect of all things. The sugar is so deep that it is called Weiyan. Mianmiao is as far away as it is, so it is called Miaoyan. Its height is such that the crown reaches the sky, and its width is such that it covers eight corners. The light is as bright as the sun and the moon, and the speed is as fast as lightning. It may flicker and the scenery disappears, or it may drift like a stream of stars, or it may float in the abyss, or it may float in the clouds. It exists because of omens, and it exists as non-being due to latent silence...
As he looked at it, these originally profound and obscure words suddenly became alive, as if they turned into flowing lines, rushing out of the paper and into Xu Zhipeng's mind. The body seemed to be connected with it. In a daze, a warm current surged out from the lower abdomen. The warmth spread up along the spine, rushed to the forehead, and then followed the trend, traveling along the mysterious route. Every corner of the body.
When Xu Zhipeng came back to his senses, he had endless aftertaste. This kind of tingling pleasure all over the body cannot be expressed in words at all. It seems to be similar to the love between men and women, but it does not only affect that moment like that, but is lingering and long-lasting, with long-lasting aftertaste, and you don't know where you are.
"Isn't this the path of luck in dreams?"
Xu Zhipeng didn't know why he was already sitting cross-legged on the futon, and he had no memory at all. He raised his head and looked at the old Taoist priest Jun'an who was sitting there. He was stunned, confused, and somewhat enlightened.
The immortal caressed my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality! Even if he has passed away, how can a mortal like him understand the methods of the Immortal Family? Looking back on my life, I have a somewhat idle personality and don't care about everything. Isn't that why I am born to practice Taoism? "This must be my destiny!"
Xu Zhipeng stood up, tidied his clothes, walked to Master Jun An, knelt down respectfully, and kowtowed nine times. "Master, my disciple Hunyun pays my respects and thanks Master for granting me immortality."
If we say that at first, Xu Zhipeng felt that this apprenticeship was just a cheap move, and he was just grateful to Jun An for his kindness of a meal and a night, and did not contain too much emotion. But at this time, there is no need to say more gratitude, and more It's respect for him.
He knew that he was just an ordinary person. He had wasted his thirty-odd years of life, and in the end he could not even support his wife and children. It was a complete failure. He never imagined that a failed person like himself would have such a fate! All of this was bestowed upon him by Taoist Master Jun An, whom he had fabricated as a cheap master. How could he be disrespectful? "Master, my disciples have been neglectful a lot before. I hope you won't take it too personally!"
Old monk Zhichen arrived after it was completely dark. When I came in, I saw Xu Zhipeng sitting cross-legged on the futon, meditating in meditation. After being stunned for a moment, he smiled and kept thinking 'Amitabha' in his heart.
After waiting for a long time, when Xu Zhipeng's eighteenth great cycle was completed and his meridians were faintly swollen and he opened his eyes, he stepped forward with a smile to congratulate him. "Haha, Junior Brother Hunyun has met the fate of an immortal and has transformed into an immortal from now on. Congratulations! Amitabha~"
"Thank you, senior brother!" Xu Zhipeng had already vaguely noticed the role that old monk Zhichen played in this inheritance. When he saw him, he quickly expressed his gratitude. He even had some suspicions that the old monk might have the intention of luring him to Xuanwei by not allowing him to stay overnight at Xifei Temple. Of course, this was just a conjecture deep in his heart. Otherwise, how could he have walked down the mountain to this hidden temple in a daze. You must know that although he is not a local, he is not too far away. He is considered a local, but he has never known that there is a Xuanwei here. Moreover, he also clearly remembers that there seems to be only one way up and down the mountain. How could he go astray? . In addition to fate, I don't know how much was calculated by the old monk Zhichen and his master.
But Xu Zhipeng doesn't care.
Because he is the one who benefits.
"Good, good." Monk Zhichen smiled happily. "Although practicing a method is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, but you must also master a certain degree. Junior brother, remember that a mistake is a mistake. If you are today, you have already practiced too much, but if you continue to force it, your meridians will break, and in serious cases, you will become possessed. , destroying the Dao foundation, the gain outweighs the loss."
"Today, the spiritual energy is exhausted, and there are no cultivators left. Junior brother has just obtained the fate of immortality, so you can't be greedy for rash progress, because you will lose a big thing for a small amount!" The old monk said to the end, although his face was still smiling, but his tone was His words have become more serious and his expression has become solemn.
Xu Zhipeng understood the warning of the old monk Zhichen. He was indeed a bit greedy and aggressive. After eighteen consecutive rounds of transportation, although his body and mind were greatly satisfied, the swelling of his meridians was a warning from his body. It's just that the pleasure in it made him unable to let go, so he was never willing to give up.
"Thank you, senior brother, for your teaching. I will remember it," Xu Zhipeng said gratefully.
"That's good! That's good!" The old monk smiled happily. "But you have to work diligently every day to practice. Junior brother can't slack off."
"The zhenqi on your body was instilled by Master Jun'an and does not belong to you, so it will be relatively obscure and difficult to use freely. You polish it day and night to wear away Master's mark, so that you can finally Become your own Qi, otherwise it will be difficult to advance further. Remember this!"
"Yes, thank you senior brother!" Xu Zhipeng cupped his fists and bowed.
In this regard, he was immersed in the joy and pleasure of his first acquisition and didn't feel much. But after thinking about it, the old monk would not lie to himself, and it would not be strange for him to be polite to many people. He could not think that he was the kind of person who could not listen to others' advice and did not understand gratitude.
"Amitabha!" The old monk returned the gift with a smile, looked at the sky, and then said: "Junior brother, you can rest early tonight, and you can leave the vigil to the senior brother."
"Well, senior brother, why is this happening?" Xu Zhipeng was a little confused. "I have already spent the whole night with you, senior brother, yesterday. You should go back and rest early tonight. Master, I am here as a disciple, so don't worry, senior brother."
"Amitabha!" Old monk Zhichen smiled mysteriously. "Tomorrow is the day when my uncle will be buried. Now that the three souls have dispersed, he has lost his magical powers. Could it be that my junior brother has forgotten the latest?"
"Ah! Senior brother, you mean my master's soul is here!" Xu Zhipeng was shocked, but then he thought about it, since cultivation is real, isn't it normal to have a soul?
"Amitabha! Our monks were originally able to gather their souls and keep them together. However, in this world, our magical powers have faded away and our magic has become extinct. Our souls cannot be retained for long. When my uncle's spirit body is buried in the earth, the three souls will fly away and go to their respective places. .So, today is the last day for your master and disciple to get together. Master and uncle should be able to teach each other supernatural powers. Junior and younger brothers are still shallow in cultivation and do not know the art of channeling. It is easiest for souls to meet in dreams. Go quickly! Don’t let master. Uncle, please wait. Amitabha!" Old monk Zhichen waved his hand and sang.
"Thank you, senior brother!" Xu Zhipeng was no longer polite to Monk Zhichen when he heard this. After thanking him, he turned around and left the hall, returned to the bedroom, and turned over on the bed.
"I've met the master!"
Just as old monk Zhichen said, his master, old Taoist priest Jun'an, has been waiting for him for a long time.
Xu Zhipeng bowed respectfully. Although he did not kneel down, he respected him from the bottom of his heart.
"Haha, there is no need to be so polite between you and me, master and disciple." Old Taoist Jun An smiled and stroked his beard, looking at Xu Zhipeng with a happy face.
"I, Xuanwei, come from the Lingbao Sect of Zaoge Mountain, and it has been passed down to this day for more than 1,700 years, spanning 19 generations." Master Jun'an said in a deep voice. "Of course, these are old almanacs, just listen to them, disciple Hunyun. In addition to "Bao Pu Zi" by Master Ge Xian, my Xuan Wei's missionary classics are "Ling Ling" created by the first generation ancestors. "Bao Sutra".
"It is said that the "Lingbao Sutra" was compiled into thirty-three parts in total, but when it was passed down to my generation, only four parts were left: the General Sutra, Fulu, Zhaijiao, and Alchemy. Alas, if my disciple is successful in his cultivation, he might as well come back to me. Lingbao sent Zudige Zaoshan to look for it and welcome back some classics. Haha~" Old Taoist Jun'an smiled slyly. It looked like he was joking, but also seemed to contain some unspeakable flavor.
