Holding the folded light yellow dust-cleaning robe in one hand, Zhang Wenfeng opened the door of the west hall and walked out.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and it was past noon. He walked along the corridor to the main hall, put his robe into the grid under the incense table, and pressed a piece of paper with writing on it.
Offer incense, chant sutras quietly, and make up for missed homework.
When he walked out of the hall, his face returned to its usual calm demeanor.
Walking to the foot of the mountain, I heard a sound, so I walked to the east under the shade of the woods. The old lame man was using his free time at noon to teach Wei Jingjie how to practice shooting.
Seeing the master of the temple appear, the young man quickly put away his two-foot-long pewter iron-tipped spear and bowed respectfully.
"It's Brother Feng. Hehe, I think Xiaojie has long hands and a soft waist, which is suitable for practicing spears, so I will teach him more. Don't worry, it won't delay his practice of swordsmanship. Xiaojie is very diligent."
The old cripple was a little embarrassed, rubbing his hands and explaining a few words.
Zhang Wenfeng signaled the young man to continue practicing his spear and said with a smile: "It's a good thing to learn another skill. Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Lame."
He knew that Uncle Lame had always wanted to find a successor to pass on what he had learned throughout his life, especially the marksmanship and experience. In the past, his master had opposed it, and they had only tasted it briefly and had not practiced marksmanship for a long time.
It was rare that Wei Jingjie had the right temperament and the conditions were right, so Lame Uncle became interested.
I want to teach a successor of a monk who is proficient in the medium-level spear, and satisfy a certain unfulfilled wish in my heart.
He will not interfere unreasonably. The Taoist cultivator will leave it up to the young man to make his own choices from now on.
Laying the foundation stage will not affect anything.
The old cripple laughed loudly: "It's not hard, it's not hard. Hey, Brother Feng is still open-minded and has no prejudice against the tricks in the world... Oh, by the way, Brother Feng hasn't eaten yet, so hurry up and go to the dining hall. , the food is hot in the pot."
I was so happy that I almost couldn't help but say a few insults to the previous old man. The old man was very arrogant and arrogant.
Thinking that it would be inappropriate to talk about his deceased master in front of Brother Feng, he quickly changed his words.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and left with his fists clasped in his hands. Not far after turning the corner, a donkey came running through the shallow water of the creek.
From a long distance away, the donkey began to complain: "Master, you have to make the decision for me. The second senior brother and the fourth senior sister ganged up to bully the donkey. I didn't chew food for two meals. I was so hungry that my chest touched my back and my legs were hungry." Slender."
Zhang Wenfeng looked at the black donkey, who he said had lost weight from hunger, and asked with a smile: "Are they asking you to find out what I did last night? Are you tight-lipped and determined not to betray the whereabouts of the temple master?"
He could guess what was going on.
He couldn't believe that the donkey had such a round belly that he couldn't find any grass to eat.
This is to show loyalty.
When traveling in the world, loyalty comes first.
He felt that in many aspects the donkey had become the true successor of the old lame man.
The donkey was carrying a bamboo basket on the left shoulder, which was cushioned with thick withered grass. The badger was curled up and sleeping peacefully. There were a few uneaten fruits placed in the grass nest of the bamboo basket on the right.
"Isn't that right? How could I, Lu Zijin, betray the Guanzhu? I can't do it even if I don't eat for three days!"
"Very good, you did a good job. I will explain to them later. Now you go to Uncle Lame and ask him to get you a bowl of wine and mix a tank of good ingredients. Go ahead. Uncle Lame is in the woods to the east."
Zhang Wenfeng patted the donkey's back encouragingly and sent the slutty donkey away.
I went to have lunch first, and chatted with Wei Xingde and his wife who were still washing and cleaning the kitchen for a while, and then went to the teahouse in the southeast courtyard to light a charcoal fire and boil water to make tea.
After a while, the second senior brother and Yue Anyan, who had received the letter, walked in one after another.
"I saw off a friend last night and recited the Sutra for most of the evening. I specifically told Lu Zijin not to let him say it. He couldn't explain it clearly, so as not to worry you. I rested all morning and everything is fine."
Zhang Wenfeng poured a cup of tea for each of them and slowly explained a few words.
The second senior brother drank tea and didn't know how to comfort him. He chanted sutras to see him off. He knew what was going on, but he couldn't ask too clearly. Judging from the viewer's mood in the morning, it must be that a very important friend had passed away.
After a moment of silence, Yue An said: "Master, please rest for a few more days. We are here."
She saw that the master's mood had stabilized, so she said something happy and said with a smile: "This morning, when the apprentices were practicing in the quiet room, Gu Chaowen and Yan Jing developed the sense of Qi. Now all the apprentices are more enthusiastic about practicing than ever before. Soaring.”
Zhang Wenfeng put down the tea cup with a smile and said: "It's a good thing. It's only been ten days since they officially started breathing and breathing Qi. It's many times faster than when we practiced breathing Qi. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is rising, and the water they drink is... Different, different after all.
In the next month, other apprentices will gradually find their sense of energy.
Apprentices who have not found Qi sense must strictly abide by the rules on how long to practice every day and when to start practicing. You must not be impatient and reckless. Please be careful and don't let them compare with each other. "
Gu Chaowen and Yan Jing were two of the seven apprentices who entered meditation after listening to his chanting.
Yue Anyan said with a smile: "We will strictly supervise and prevent them from messing around."
At the beginning of practice, the apprentices are not familiar with the exercises, have many distracting thoughts, and are easily irritable. They need to be supervised by the Taoist Master and practice during the day to prevent mishaps and accidents.
After drinking tea, the sound of copper bells came from outside.
The two got up and went out. They were going to start their afternoon lectures.
Zhang Wenfeng walked around the courtyard, and then took a look around the short tree beside the Lingquan pool. He injected different amounts of Yuan Qi into the three thorn-hooked vine seeds, and practiced a wave of green wood winding against a clump of calamus. technique.
Then go to the cave hall to practice sword practice.
Every day comes over and over again.
Zhang Wenfeng completely got over the slight influence of sending away the mountain god. He practiced, taught, and mentored apprentices step by step. He occasionally went to the city to drink tea at the Daolu branch.
In the following month, twenty-eight apprentices successively found ways to practice Qi.
The remaining apprentices are trained separately and given individual guidance.
The two children of the Wei family, Wei Jingjie, who has cultivation qualifications, found the sense of Qi in the last two days, which put a smile on Wei Xingde's face. As for Wei Jingcheng and Shui Qingru, who have no cultivation qualifications, they have been unable to find out the secret despite their diligence. .
This was also expected by the three teaching priests.
Apart from encouragement and guidance, they can only rely on themselves to achieve the rest.
Zhang Wenfeng raised his head and glanced at the overcast sky with dark clouds. The cold wind howled and the branches swayed with a rustling sound.
"It's going to snow."
With this in mind, he walked into the bamboo building, climbed to the second floor, walked into his own training room on the left, and closed the door.
The temperature inside the bamboo building is the same as outside, and the breath turns into white mist.
He was dressed in a blue single robe, protected from the cold and heat for a long time. He sat cross-legged on the futon with an indifferent expression, silently recited the sutra three times, and then made some sutras to calm his breath.
Soon, a light green mist condensed around him, and his skin took on a strange green color, with a faint brilliance flickering.
With the help of the large formation to collect the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and gather the Yin and Yang formation near the eye, his cultivation level has been cultivated naturally in the past few days to the point where there is no progress in the late stage of Huaqi Realm. After resting for three days, he chose an auspicious time at the end of November. At that time, the retreat impacted the perfection of Qi realm.
The state of mind is clear and not stuck in things.
He thinks the time has come.
In Qingzheng Villa, on the lawn surrounded by six courtyards, Yun Qiuhe led seven or eight apprentices, playing the game of eagle catching chicks. She would play the role of a hen protecting the chickens, and a ferocious eagle. What a joy.
Such a fun game was an idea accidentally put forward by the viewer.
After Yun Qiuhe started practicing, he was deeply loved by all the apprentices. Except for the older teenagers like Wei Jingjie, who were a little shy and embarrassed to play, during the free time in class, there were often three or four teams of eagles catching chicks on the field. The excitement, in the words of the viewer, can train the apprentices' bodies.
The donkey likes to join in the fun, running and jumping around on the sidelines, wanting to go out and catch it, it’s so fun.
However, due to its size, Yun Qiuhe ordered him to only look at it and not play with it.
What should I do if my huge hoof accidentally steps on my apprentice? Not even a touch.
Yue Anyan stood in the corridor with a smile on her face, watching Yun Shangren, who had a childlike heart, having fun. She was a little envious of Yun Qiuhe's heartlessness. This is what the viewer calls the "innocent heart". It seemed easy, but it was too difficult for her.
Suddenly he turned his head and looked at the eastern sky.
A homing pigeon circled and landed.
Yun Qiuhe also saw it, and hurriedly greeted Wei Jingjie, who was not playing: "You come to be the hen, don't lose."
Regardless of whether the shy young man wanted it or not, she flew to the east courtyard, and Mrs. Wei and the others took care of the pigeon cage.
Yue Anyan hurriedly walked toward the dining hall. When she arrived, Yun Qiuhe raised the note in his hand and shouted, "Sister Yue, I'm going to investigate a case."
"Do you need me to help?"
"No, we have enough manpower. You have a lot to do here."
"Then when the temple master comes out of seclusion tomorrow, do you want to inform him?"
"...Just say something happened to Qingshui Temple."
Yun Qiuhe said, flying towards the west, and disappeared into the gloomy sky in a moment.
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