Sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, Zhang Wenfeng used Yuan Qi to warm the treasure. At the same time, he used his spiritual consciousness to watch the little figure trekking in the dark from above to sell Moon Shadow Flowers on the beach far away. The familiar feeling at first sight came to him. It lingers in my mind.
Cultivating to the third level of freedom has touched the soul level, and some mysterious and mysterious perceptions cannot be explained.
Looking at the little girl again, looking at her from all angles, there is almost no trace of familiarity.
The brilliance on his body swirled and shimmered rhythmically, and he watched quietly with his spiritual consciousness.
In the dark night, the lakeside is lit with colorful lanterns. Most of the people who come to Yue Crow Lake to enjoy the scenery are monks from the Jianwei Realm, in groups of three or five, or in pairs. Some female nuns will ask about the little flower sellers. Most of them look down upon the price. No matter how beautiful the flowers are in bloom, they are not pleasing to the eye. They wave to the flower girl to leave quickly. Whose spirit stone is not blown by the strong wind?
There was a female monk who was disturbed by the little girl and scolded her harshly with a stern look on her face.
The little girl apologized in panic and backed away. When she turned around and trotted away, she stretched out her small left arm to wipe her forehead. At that moment, she pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose with an aggrieved look, which made Zhang Wenfeng, who was "watching" from a distance, feel slightly confused.
It made him inexplicably sad.
He has determined that there is some kind of connection between the little girl and him, maybe a past life?
He was a little confused, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was Zhang Kedao or Zhang Wenfeng?
It's like the confusion in a dream where you don't know you are a guest.
Yun Qiuhe, who placed Yueyinghua in a porcelain vase with a narrow neck and a big belly, and played with nine flowers, noticed that the body of the contemplator across from him was in a mess. When he saw the contemplative master opening his eyes, he asked in surprise: "Master, are you worried? "
If the mind is not calm, one cannot forcefully refine the treasure.
Zhang Wenfeng turned to face the woman and said, "That flower girl, when I first saw her, I felt... so familiar, but I can't remember. When have I seen her before?"
Yun Qiuhe thought thoughtfully and said: "According to classic records, people occasionally see scenes that seem familiar, or someone who has been to a place in a previous life, or meets a relative who they met in a previous life. After our monks' souls become stronger, this kind of Your senses are becoming more and more acute. Since you feel familiar, you can’t be wrong. Meeting her in the vast sea of people is a kind of fate that cannot be missed. Take her back to the Fairy Spirit Temple."
Zhang Wenfeng tapped his forehead and said, "I have to figure out who she is?"
He stood up and walked into the darkness, deep in thought.
His spiritual consciousness still followed that little figure to the west beach. Even if there were souls of acquaintances in his previous life on earth, they probably wouldn't be able to come to this world, so they could only be the intersection of his in this life.
He suddenly remembered a relative whom he had inadvertently forgotten in a corner.
He was a little stunned for a moment. His sister, who was three years older than him and married away from home when she was only fifteen years old, had very little news before he came to this world, and then there was no news after that. After many years, Mohu's memory seemed to be wiped out. The tide rushed over, and gradually the light came to mind.
The expression of pursed lips and wrinkled nose, which she did not dare to cry after being wronged, gradually overlapped with that of the little flower seller in front of her.
He suddenly felt uncomfortable. He subconsciously avoided relatives who did not want to be involved in the cause and effect. He had already died once!
A bouncing, thin and small figure with braids.
A sweet voice seemed to echo in my ears.
"Brother, brother!"
He looked up to the sky, with tears streaming down his face. He turned his back and waved his hands towards Yun Qiuhe, who was about to come over. His heart ached and his fists were clenched. How could he in the past agree with what his brother said about "throwing out water"? What a stupid thing to say.
The sister who has taken care of him since childhood, carrying him and holding him on her back, for fear that he would fall or be bumped into, and would let him eat anything delicious first.
It is the cause and effect that he will never stop in his life!
Yun Qiuhe saw the viewer crying. She did not go over. The viewer had already remembered who the little flower seller was. She was sad for the viewer, but also happy for the viewer. She still met her somehow.
She watched the viewer wipe away her tears and walk toward the northwest.
About an hour later, the viewer came back from the darkness, smiled apologetically at her, sat cross-legged on the futon, closed her eyes and meditated.
Yun Qiuhe replaced the lanterns with new candles and practiced all night until dawn.
At sunrise on the Great Lake, the mist fills the air, creating a hazy landscape with ever-changing brilliance and birds flying over the water. The monks spread out over the lake, quietly watching and appreciating the scene of the sun gradually becoming brighter and blazing like a disk.
Suddenly there was a "pop" sound, and a young woman fell into the lake from above, making a huge splash.
It attracted the attention of the monks who were several miles away. They were all surprised. This flying skill was too poor.
The woman splashed in the water and choked several times. She was lifted up by the male companion who came with her, and water dripped down from her body. She was in a miserable state. The woman yelled and cursed: "You are a sinister villain, and you are plotting against others behind your back. What the hell?" ability……"
Turning around and looking around, he met a pair of cold eyes.
The woman shuddered.
"When doing things for others, be careful to practice your oral ethics. Don't hurt others with bad words. Be careful of misfortune coming from your mouth."
Zhang Wenfeng said expressionlessly.
The precious robes on his body shone in the morning sun, making him look even more extraordinary. There were no other monks nearby, and they were even further away now.
The woman and the man bowed their hands and said, "Senior taught me that."
When faced with the teachings of unfamiliar seniors, admit your mistakes first regardless of whether you are right or wrong. This is the basic common sense for survival in the spiritual world. It is also applicable even in the peaceful and rule-abiding Da'an Dynasty.
Seeing the senior who had offended somehow waved his hand, the two of them quickly flew north as if they had been granted amnesty.
After watching the sunrise, there was no one nearby for several miles. Yun Qiuhe asked in a low voice: "Aren't you going to take her back?"
Zhang Wenfeng had already calmed down and shook his head slightly: "It's not time yet." He still needed to go back to do some things, so he said: "You have the final say on how to play today."
Yun Qiuhe smiled and said: "Watching the sunrise and sunset at Yue Crow Lake counts as having fun. Let's go to the next place. Follow me."
She also didn't know why the temple master gave the woman a lesson and punishment. The temple master was not a domineering person, and there must be a reason for what happened. She was worried that the woman would call the elders and experts and cause trouble, so she had to leave Moon Crow Lake first.
The two flew over the large lake and water island, flying to the southeast.
After passing Yueya Lake, and going more than 300 miles into the vast mountains, Yun Qiuhe led a familiar road to a towering rock mountain that looked like the crack of an axe.
"This is the famous 'Moya Ancient Sutra Wall'. The name of Jingzhou comes from this Jingshan Mountain."
Yun Qiuhe said with some excitement: "Let's stay for three or two more days this time to see the entire Sutra Mountain. Last time I went with Master to just take a quick tour, but the view was too cursory and not interesting."
Zhang Wenfeng continued to refine the treasure clothes and said with a smile: "I have heard about the famous name for a long time, and finally I can meet you, Fairy Yun, please!"
His current state of mind is to let things happen casually and not deliberately pursue opportunities.
His current cultivation level is enough for him to polish it for several years.
Yun Qiuhe glanced at the few monks floating in the air or standing on the branches, and said: "Let's go to the southeast. It's close to the water and there are few people there."
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the large and small ancient inscriptions carved on the cliff. There were moss all over the place and overgrown vegetation between the inscriptions. Many of the inscriptions had become incomplete due to the weathering of the rocks. Even among the well-preserved ancient inscriptions, he could not recognize a few.
There are all kinds of texts, including tadpole script, tortoise shell script, insect and bird script, ancient Taoist secret script, ancient shaman script, etc.
Looking all the way, it was cloudy and foggy.
Flying around the mountain for several miles, it suddenly became clear and there was no cover. The wind was howling. As expected, not many people were flying in the air. Those who were not well-educated could not stay here for long. Below was a deep valley with steep and mottled mountain walls and seal carvings on them. Pieces of handwriting.
Zhang Wenfeng looked carefully and found that the inscriptions here seemed not too old, and he recognized many of the ancient texts.
"The great road is simple, but complexity lies in the heart."
"The words are unclear and the Tao is incomplete."
"Those who are good at calculating are also in people's hearts."
"The way is clear but not the way, and the words and arguments are not enough."
They were handwritings left by great monks from different eras on the cliff. There were many short sentences that he didn't recognize and couldn't guess. From some ancient strokes, he could see the ethereal sword intent or faint spells. It was difficult to find out. pondering.
It is indeed a great place!
He first scanned the inscriptions on the stone wall with great interest, then slowly picked out a few of the words that contained the meaning of swords. He concentrated on the strokes of a certain ancient character, quietly suspended, and comprehended. Among them, the mystery is uncertain and the meaning of the sword is unknown.
Time passed slowly, the sun moved westward, and the shadow of the mountains enveloped the two of them.
Yun Qiuhe didn't know when she landed on a rock by the water below. The light of the water shimmered slowly on her body. She had been immersed in the realm of cultivation, forgetting both things and myself.
Zhang Wenfeng observed the carvings on the stone wall and gained some insights. He turned around and did not see Yun Qiuhe. He swept around and landed near the meditating woman. He took out a few formation flags and arranged them around.
He saw that Yun Qiuhe seemed to have broken the bottleneck and the atmosphere was different.
I just hope she can seize this opportunity.
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