The fire is flowing in July, the sky is high and the sky is far away. Two figures are soaring in the sky, on the top of the mountains, flying not too fast, seeming to be overlooking and appreciating the magnificent rivers and mountains along the way.
"Little boy, sit on the doorstep.
Crying and shouting for a wife.
Why do you want a wife?
Light the lamp, talk, blow the lamp, keep company.
Get up tomorrow morning and comb your braids. "
Several children were peeing and playing in the mud under the shade of the trees in the country yard, clapping their hands and singing crisp nursery rhymes happily.
The sweet children's voice floated into Zhang Wenfeng's ears in the air. When he heard it, his face showed a trace of a feeling of being in another world. After a while, he shook his head slightly, his face was solemn, and he threw away some of the sedimentary childhood memories of his previous life. Swept away in the wind.
Silently recite "The Supreme Sutra of Everlasting Peace" to wash away the influence of invisible obsessions.
On the road of spiritual practice, you will occasionally encounter this kind of "if you don't go, you will come to the mountain, but the mountain will come to you". It cannot be said to be a test, an adventure, a strange touch of admiration or an obstacle.
Maybe it’s not wrong to think more deeply, but of course it’s no one’s fault if you hit your head.
Tu Kun, who was dressed rustically in a khaki short robe, glanced at Guanzhu Zhang in surprise, who was three feet away. He secretly thought that what a superb mental power he had. He got a little closer and realized that the invisible static force emanating from Zhang Guanzhu's body, as soft as nothing, could actually affect his state of mind. .
It's like a gentle breeze blowing on the hills, feeling relaxed and happy, and there is a different kind of timid tranquility.
Tu Kun's face showed his thoughts. The ancestor of Hairpin Flower once mentioned something to him in a casual chat, "Opportunities are close at hand, as far as the end of the world; the shortcut is invisible, don't miss it." He was puzzled by this. At this time, he had to wonder, could it be Does his "chance and shortcut" refer to Zhang Guanzhu?
He always thought it was some inherited treasure from the Fairy Spirit Temple.
Tu Kun felt the subtle power of his thoughts, and then looked down at the mountains and rivers of the world. His eyes were as clear as water washing, and what he saw was a different kind of clear and magnificent beauty.
He was suppressed underground. Even after he came out, he adhered to the instructions of the hairpin flower ancestor and only wandered around the fairyland. This was his first time traveling far away. He was not flying fast all the way. He wanted to see this land of more than 500 people. What’s the difference between the mountains and rivers that you haven’t seen in years?
He had nothing to say to the junior viewer. He only focused on looking at the scenery and almost missed the anomalies around him.
Zhang Wenfeng finished reciting the sutra silently three times, his mind was clear, and he did not notice that the Tu Ling was getting closer to him. He continued to accompany the silent Tu Ling to enjoy the mountains and rivers, overlooking the Yaxi River that meandered eastward, stretching for an unknown number of miles until it disappeared. On the horizon.
Along the way, he also saw several waterfalls hanging from the mountain peaks, but compared to the Pi Lian pouring down from the clouds in the forbidden area, the momentum was too far away to be calculated, so he couldn't muster the interest to get closer and appreciate it.
On the other hand, the mighty and mighty Yaxi River filled with water below gave him a different feeling.
Compared with the waterfall's plummeting water, the rapids of the water are surging with the endless power of the waves.
They were two completely different momentums. As he flew along the river, he unconsciously lowered his altitude, and slowly saw the slowness and richness beyond the "moving clouds and flowing water". A word popped into his mind: It has a long history!
He closed his eyes and stood more than thirty feet above the water waves, facing the wind in the sky, his clothes fluttering.
Pedestrians on both sides of the river embankment and people on boats in the water are no longer accustomed to seeing the gods flying around in the sky as they were two years ago, but no one will specifically stare at them from a distance. Glancing and quickly lowering his head, even if a child exclaims, the adult will stop him with his eyes.
Immortals cannot be blasphemed, just watch them from a distance.
Tu Ling followed for a while and looked at the big river below that had lost its water god. He was quite puzzled. This kid had a very good understanding. When he saw the water in the river, he could see that he was enlightened. He stayed away from Zhang Guanzhu, who had a slight flash of blue light on his body. , Don’t disturb the “small opportunities” on the other person’s path of cultivation.
After about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Wenfeng opened his eyes, and there was a joyful look on his face.
Unable to find a suitable waterfall for "waterfall viewing", he can continue to condense his natal sword energy through "river viewing" in the future. Water and waterfalls have the same origin, and his natal sword energy comes from water. Finally, he found an alternative viewing site. Think about the source.
Paying attention everywhere is practice.
"It's as towering as a mountain and as swaying as flowing water."
In the future, he may try "mountain viewing", but I don't know where to find a towering tree for him to "view the tree"? He really wanted to watch trees, after all, trees were his specialty.
When we arrived at Zhoucheng, it was already past noon.
Zhang Wenfeng walked into the Daolu branch side by side with the short man. He received a summons from Protector Xie yesterday afternoon. Protector Xie said very politely in the letter and asked him and Taoist fellow Tukun to come to Zhoucheng for examination and registration.
Arriving outside the Court of Protection, Xie Moling personally welcomed him out shortly after the announcement.
After some polite greetings, please come in for tea and chat. Tu Ling gave enough face this time and took the initiative to talk to Xie Moling. The conversation was very happy between heaven and earth, the human race and the demon race. He was deeply impressed by his ability to stay in Xianling Temple and serve for a period of time. I feel honored, and I sincerely request Daolu Branch to review and accept me, and so on.
Zhang Wenfeng almost choked on his Lingcha water and secretly glanced at the serious guy talking nonsense.
Didn't this guy hit the stone wall at the corner of the cave when he went out?
It hasn’t rained all this way, so why is my brain so wet?
He knew that the relationship between him and Tu Ling had eased, but it was not as good as this. It could only be that before Mo Yelin left, he had also asked Tu Ling to be obedient, etc.
Xie Moling is very satisfied with the attitude of the unruly earth spirit, who is said to be unruly. The Taoist sect recruits talented people and is thirsty for talents, but he is not willing to use some foreigners with picky noses and picky eyes. It's great like this, for the Taoist sect of Da'an. To dedicate one's strength to construction, what a correct attitude the earth spirit has.
You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say anything in front of the official treasure. What you say will be bound by heaven and earth.
The more demon talents like Tu Ling who come to serve, the better.
Xie Moling greeted Yuan Zheng in advance and took the two of them to the courtyard to the north of the courtyard. To assess and accept a third-level demon, Yuan Zheng must personally come to receive him. This is a sign of importance.
The first time Zhang Wenfeng met Yu Xixian, the reclusive Yuan Zheng, he was a taciturn young man with a gentle face. He knew that the higher the level of cultivation, the harder it is to tell one’s age through appearance. Some masters like to be aged and vicissitudes of life, while others prefer to let themselves watch. young.
After seeing the gift, Yu Xixian made a routine questioning, but within half a quarter of an hour, he passed the assessment and asked Tu Kun to sign and stamp the document, and enjoy the treatment of being a guest of the Nanjiang Prefecture Daolu Branch. This is a false job to win over the masters.
After receiving the waist badge enshrined by the guest and a Xumi bag, Zhang Wenfeng and Tu Kun said goodbye and went out.
Yu Xixian walked outside the courtyard, and after saying goodbye to Tu Kun politely, he smiled at Zhang Wenfeng and nodded: "I hope that next time you come to my courtyard, I will do the assessment for you."
A state Yuanzheng can only serve for five years. Yu Xixian has stayed in Nanjiang Prefecture for three years, and he has two years left to leave and return to the mountain. He encouraged the young Taoist priests to break through the realm within two years. It was a very optimistic meaning, but it was rather plain to say it. .
Zhang Wenfeng raised his hand and expressed his thanks: "Thank you very much for your good advice, I will strive to achieve success in the next few years!"
After leaving the North Courtyard, I had lunch with Xie Moling, who tried his best to keep guests. Tu Ling was very different from usual. He actually had a lot to talk with Xie Moling, changing glasses, talking and laughing, and was approachable.
Zhang Wenfeng, on the other hand, couldn't get a word in, so of course he was happy to see the result.
He saw the transformation of the earth spirit, which was very good.
In less than a day, the news that a third-level demon was stationed in Xianling Temple spread throughout the nearby states.
Zhang Wenfeng received many congratulatory gifts and letters from Taoist temples of the sects such as Xuanyun Temple, Dengtian Tower, Jiuhe Palace, Jiehua Pavilion, Weiyun Temple, Panlong Temple, Jinfeng Temple, etc. Collected a lot.
The autographed letter from Gu Quan, the founder of Jinfengguan, was written in a humble and polite manner, showing a natural closeness. It went on for seven or eight pages, and at the end it was mentioned in great detail, thanking Zhang Guanzhu for taking care of his nephew Gu Chaowen.
Some things are tacitly understood, and the past will pass, and will not be revealed in the sun.
The original dining hall on the top of Xianling Mountain was demolished and the reception courtyard rebuilt last year was overcrowded for a while.
The Taoist temple is full of incense and has a somewhat prosperous atmosphere.
After several days, the number of visitors gradually subsided.
Xianling Guanli has become a major sect, and only one true Taoist cultivator needs to advance to the realm of freedom.
After a few days of socializing, Zhang Wenfeng finally had time to walk around in the woods and fields. Accompanied by Hu Qiang'er, he walked along the stream to the upstream pavilion. Zhang Wenfeng saw a donkey and a badger carefully copying scriptures on a special wooden table. arts.
There was a long writing brush stuck in the donkey's mouth, and the ink was soaked in it and he was writing strokes on the rice paper. The donkey's face and legs were smeared with ink stains.
The mountain badger on the side also poked a writing brush in his mouth and drooled. He was so miserable that he had to suffer with the donkey father.
It doesn't know any words at all. The donkey didn't like it because it was idle and sleeping, so it was specially included.
Scratching out individual ink balls is a waste of paper.
Zhang Wenfeng approached with a smile and praised: "The writing is good, Lu Zijin. With your intelligence and understanding, it won't take long to write Zhou Zheng's calligraphy."
He should not exaggerate unconscionably, nor should his demands be too high.
The donkey didn't like the spectator very much. It silently pointed its butt towards the spectator who was lassoing it.
Senior Sister Yue was too strict. If she didn't complete the prescribed five pieces of paper every day, she wouldn't let the old cripple give her wine. Unfortunately, she even gave Senior Sister Yue two Bihan crystal stones. Really!
The mountain badger had eaten so much ink that half of his body was covered in ink. When he saw the viewer, he felt like he was seeing his dearest savior. He put down his brush and swooped out of the pavilion and ran as far as he could.
The sun is dazzling in broad daylight, so it would be nice to go back to sleep.
It turned around halfway and went to the back mountain to join the earth spirit. It would hide for a few days first. I'm afraid the donkey's father was crazy. If he let it write, was it the same material?
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