Heavy snow falls on the earth one after another, and the sky and the earth are the same color.
The donkey is holding a long brush in his mouth in the bamboo building, skillfully dipping the ink and writing quickly.
Its mood was as cool as the weather outside. Unexpectedly, Senior Sister Yue had made a clear calculation for it. It spent eight days running back and forth and owed forty pieces of foreign debt written in small regular script.
He got carried away playing, thinking that he didn't need to write when he was on business.
The rivers and lakes are dangerous. It can be said that it has gained wisdom through every experience. It will not go out unless it agrees to good terms next time.
Hu Qiang'er set up a stool to help Donkey study ink. There were several ink letters lying on the desk, and he said, "Donkey, please take a rest when you are tired. How about I pour you a bowl of wine to relieve your fatigue?"
The donkey was very satisfied with the little demon's sensibleness. He put down the brush and enjoyed it like an uncle when Hu Qiang'er moved the wine jar and poured the wine to serve him. He took a sip with pleasure and no longer cared about the little thing that the little demon was wearing spiritual straw sandals. .
The owner of the temple said that a man’s belly must be able to hold a boat.
In Tu Ling Cave in the back mountain, Zhang Wenfeng and Tu Ling sat opposite each other across the carved stones. Tu Kun put down three fragments of the golden body and a fragment of a golden gallbladder, and said: "The golden body of the water god from the previous dynasty is so-so, and the age is definitely different. Long, most of the incense in it has also been consumed, so you can keep it for now, it is barely a rare commodity, and you can exchange it for some resources when you encounter monks who need it in the future."
Putting away the pieces, Zhang Wenfeng drank tea in silence.
The mountain badger lay snugly at his feet, as warm as a stove, sleeping deeply and snoring slightly.
Tu Kun had seen too many rare treasures more than five hundred years ago and was not very interested in the golden body fragments. He said, "You seem to have a moon-sensing bead on hand?"
Zhang Wenfeng took out the beads from his sleeves, pushed them in front of the earth spirit, and said: "I also found them from the water prison where the Yin God lives. I feel that the beads have been infected by the ghost energy and have flaws."
Tu Kun picked up the famous round bead and sighed slightly: "That Yin Shen is an ignorant coward who ruined a good bead. Originally, he could have incorporated the moon-sensing bead into his soul using a simple and safe method, and spent more money. Time is spent refining the Orb of Life... Unfortunately, it is no longer of use."
Return the bead to the viewer.
"Can I ask an expert to fix it in the future?"
Zhang Wenfeng asked for advice.
Tu Kun was about to say no, paused, and said with a smile: "Unless you can ask the hairpin ancestor to help, but she can squeeze some spiritual energy into a spiritual bead, so what does it mean to feel the moon bead?"
Zhang Wenfeng put away the beads and said nonchalantly: "It's good to use them as water beads."
Tu Kun admired the other party's attitude towards the treasure. He could see that the viewer was not pretending to be generous, but just thought so. If you are less greedy, your troubles will go away. He took the initiative and said: "Next time you go on a far journey, I will Take a walk with you.”
This cheap Guanzhu is too tossing, so he has to keep an eye on it. Furthermore, he wants to imitate the Hairpin Patriarch and travel with the Guanzhu. He promised the Hairpin Patriarch not to go out in recent years, but he has been promoted ahead of schedule. At the third level, the mountain gate array has been replenished, and there is no obstacle.
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Okay, I will go to Zhoucheng in a few days. The vendor at the shop in Fangshi said that he has got a new batch of spiritual plant seeds and asked me to go and pick them out."
Tu Kun looked at the spectator who was keen on buying a family property strangely. He could not understand this human hobby and said: "Tell me before you leave. I am thinking of exchanging two useful treasures."
The patron gave him half of the last congratulatory gift, and it was up to him to do with it as he wished.
After talking about the matter, Zhang Wenfeng said goodbye and left without disturbing the mountain badger who was sleeping soundly at his feet.
Texue came to the Qingzheng Courtyard to inspect and instruct a circle of apprentices in their practice. Seeing that it was almost time, he flew into the air and headed towards the Yaxi River. For him, the weather did not affect his practice.
The world is vast, and a person is walking alone in the snow and mist of Hanjiang River, treading water silently, searching up and down.
The river surges eastward, unchanged from eternity.
There are gangsters and gentlemen who are like quarrels and discussions, like grinding.
The sky was not completely dark yet. Zhang Guanzhu, who was covered in snowflakes, flew down to the edge of the mountain gate stream. He climbed up the bamboo building near the spiritual spring and sat cross-legged in his quiet room on the second floor. He took off his sword and put it aside. He looked calm and closed his eyes. quiet.
Looking at the water in the wind and snow today, his inspiration was like snowflakes, which allowed him to grasp the "long-lasting" sentiment.
There was a green light flickering on the body, and the heat was steaming, and the snow was evaporated in just a moment.
He followed a trace of mysterious insights and unknowingly immersed himself in the realm of sitting and forgetting.
The spiritual energy was attracted by the invisible force and swarmed into the viewer. The wind and mist surged in the bamboo building, and various visions appeared.
The dining hall of Qingzheng Villa.
The second senior brother and Yue Anyan were at a table alone. After waiting for a while, when the temple master didn't come, they got up to serve porridge.
The apprentices at the other tables had already finished the porridge in their respective bowls. They all scooped up some soup to wash the bowls and drank them clean. They were reluctant to waste the half rice krispies stuck to the edge of the bowl. They looked satisfied and then went to beat the rice to eat. .
Who knew that every meal on the plate is not easy to eat?
This scene fell into the eyes of the mute girl who sent her father and brother away before the heavy snowfall yesterday. It was indescribably weird. She had no relatives here, so she could only eat the small bowl of porridge in small bites, not daring to spill any soup.
Not to mention, the porridge was soft, glutinous, sweet, and surprisingly delicious. She had never tasted such delicious porridge.
The old cripple and Lezi also noticed the unusual behavior of the apprentices. They had only been out for a few days, and the Taoist temple lost one apprentice. The other little guys all cherished the food.
The old lame man put down his wine bowl and whispered to Wei Xingde, "They were not like this before."
Wei Xingde listened to his youngest son repeat the words of the mountain chief, and said in a low voice: "Such a small bowl of porridge is worth at least this amount outside." He made a sign of ten under the table.
"Shiwen, no wonder they cherish..."
"It's ten taels of silver!"
"What? Twelve?"
"Yes, that's right. I heard that if you eat it, you will be free from illness and disaster, and you will be healthy and live a long life. So we have fallen into a nest of blessings and should cherish our blessings."
"We have to cherish blessings and not waste good things. I didn't know it before. From now on, we have to get a charter in the kitchen and don't waste anything."
The old cripple has seen storms and endured great hardships. He believes that the virtue he has accumulated in the Taoist temple over the years has allowed him to reunite with his son. He is already satisfied. Since Brother Feng and Lao Er trust him, he must do his part to take over the dining hall. There's nothing wrong with this.
Under Taozu's nose, no one can take advantage of the Taoist temple from him.
Lezi and the mute girl heard the conversation between the two and finally understood the strange behavior of the apprentices. They suddenly felt that the small bowl in their hands was a little heavy. Without it, it was too precious.
During the evening class, the second senior brother saw that the master of the temple did not show up on time, so he knew that the master of the temple was in retreat again, so he was not surprised.
When the sun came out on the third day, Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the bamboo building, with a mysterious aura flowing around his body, floating out of the dust. This time, he was not disturbed, and he completely forgot himself. In the state of sitting and forgetfulness, his cultivation level improved rapidly, and his body was also At the core of Shanmen's most intense aura, he unknowingly advanced to the stage of gradual decline and reached perfection.
There was a faint smile on his lips.
There is still a difference between cultivating the mind and cultivating the power. Once you understand it, your cultivation speed will be extremely fast.
The situation described as breaking the bamboo is the state of breaking through the realm of mind cultivation.
After reaching the stage of reaching the stage of gradual decline, as long as he refines and perfects his state of mind, he may be able to break through the stage at any time.
This time when I went to Zhoucheng, Dehaosheng had to talk to Yun Qiuhe first. The Fuyao fruit in his hand could be put on the schedule of alchemy. It was hard to say who would take care of whom. It was a matter of mutual benefit.
He would have to talk to the people in Xuanyunguan later.
A big deal.
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