On the sixth day of the first lunar month, a new courtyard on the site of Xianlingguan was decorated with lights, firecrackers and people.
The groom, Wei Jingjie, was dressed in a bright red auspicious suit, and the bride, Shang Qingyun, was wearing a red hijab. Under the auspices of the respected officiant Tu Kun, they paid homage to the Taoist ancestors, masters, parents and masters, Lao Laizi, the mountain chief and Yue Taoist priest. , after bowing, it was already dusk, and the bridesmaids Yan Jing, Shui Qingru, Zhang Xuanyan, and Qian Jing sent the bride into the bridal chamber, and the wedding banquet officially started.
Shi Nanguan grabbed the groom who was toasting, and shouted: "Brothers, we have been married for three days, and those who have been bullied by Boss Wei are out for revenge today. Pick up the wine bowl, don't be timid, talk about it. Mr. Groom, let’s make a fuss.”
"Haha, I've disliked Mr. Wei for many years. It's really hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart unless I convince the groom to go down."
"Come one by one, drink one round and then the next. Old man, have you had enough drinks for today?"
"Just drink it with your belly open! Don't be a coward, groom."
In response to the call, the first batch of old brothers swarmed up and launched a shameless drinking war with Wei Jingjie, who had married away a popular junior sister with a round face. Behind them, the second batch of more than 40 junior brothers and sisters who had grown up were laughing and laughing. .
Behind them are the third batch of young disciples who have studied Taoism for three years and have officially entered the Xianling Temple. There are more than 80 people. They are the thirteenth generation disciples of the younger generation. They are waiting to join in the fun with their wine bowls. .
Uncle Wei, the deacon in charge, was unselfish, and they were often scolded.
Even on such a festive and noisy occasion, they did not dare to be too presumptuous, but it was appropriate to take the opportunity to toast.
Everyone present was from Xianlingguan, and no relatives from the two families were invited. After the banquet was held here, in a few days they would go to his hometown to hold a large banquet for relatives and friends. Wei Xingde had prepared for this in the village for many days in advance.
Wei Jingjie advanced to the Free Realm last autumn and became the first person among all the disciples to resist the tripod. However, his iron body could not withstand these wolves and tigers. He was not allowed to neutralize the power of alcohol. He called out: "Senior Brother Lezi !」
His brother Wei Jingcheng had complied with his parents' wishes to marry and have children many years ago, but he could not help him as a mortal.
Lezi, who was hiding in the corner, smiled bitterly and had to step forward to save him.
Marrying a junior sister is a particularly hateful thing, so you should drink to death.
The scene became more and more lively.
The old lame man drank the wedding wine and watched his silly boy being unjustly drunk. He felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he didn't know when the good marriage mentioned by the mountain chief would come true. Hope to see it one day.
Wine enters the sad intestines and turns into bitterness.
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Zhao Zhu'er has grown taller again. Before entering the Blessed Land, she bought a lot of clothes in Guzhou City. There was no shortage of food, salt, and seasonings, so she was fully prepared to stay for a few years.
After re-living her life, any experience is new and somewhat familiar to her.
There are mountains and rivers within a hundred miles. After practicing every day, she hunts and fishes, collects fruits and wild vegetables, and cooks medicine and food. She lives a leisurely life. It's just that these days she doesn't have the nagging donkey to quarrel with her, which makes her a little boring.
There is no time in the mountains, and there are cycles of cold and heat.
After entering the blessed land, it was autumn again. Lvzi occasionally gained something from chatting with her, and she began to think about running non-stop instead of practicing, trying to find an opportunity to "feel the weather and follow the heart." Zhao Zhuer encouraged Lvzi to do what he wanted in his heart. Want to do it.
Many ideas in the dark may seem absurd and unruly, but they may be a path that conforms to the way of heaven.
These days, donkeys run along a hundred miles of land, through mountains, rocks, forests, streams and ravines, making an irregular path, running day and night, and there is no one sure when to stop.
Zhao Zhuer held a homemade slim bamboo fishing rod in her hand, and the fishing line was hanging in the deep pool below. She did not pay attention to the dead bamboo knots floating on the water. She stared blankly at the direction where the donkey had just passed several miles away. She wanted to practice it in one go. In the state of freedom, you can then slow down, let Yuan Qi accumulate deeply, and spend time to improve and master several skills.
She has already made a comprehensive plan for the future cultivation path.
People who have no long-term worries must have immediate worries. Although Confucianism and Taoism are different, the path of cultivation is the same from the end.
A figure suddenly appeared by the Qiqu River thirty feet away. The sound of trampling dead branches shocked Zhao Zhuer, who was in a daze. The girl looked back warily, stood up and shouted in surprise: "Shopkeeper, you have been promoted and released. .”
She calls the temple master, senior brother, or shopkeeper according to her mood and is informal.
Zhang Wenfeng held the string of nine-star beads that were connected by themselves without silk threads in his left hand, and pinched them slowly. The whole person looked a bit illusory and ecstatic, and he had just advanced to the golden elixir of "Essential Liquid Returning Elixir, Reborn and Reborn" Within a few days of being in this state, my body had turned into energy and was trying to communicate with the heaven and earth to grasp the phantom of the Dharma.
"One step at a time." Standing higher, the scenery you see is completely different from that below. "
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and nodded, and in the blink of an eye he walked to the rocky slope above the deep pool, side by side with his junior sister. He had deliberately made noise before, sighing in his mouth, and had a common topic in this regard with Zhao Zhuer, who once stood at a very high place.
Zhao Zhuer tilted his head to look at it and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you haven't adjusted your appearance?"
She was not very interested in those high-altitude scenery, and her interests were not in the same direction.
Zhang Wenfeng swept the hair on his forehead with his right hand and said with strong confidence, "Brother, do you need to adjust your appearance? Leave a way for other Taoists to survive."
The little girl was laughing so hard that she looked very uncharacteristic. She liked the senior brother's serious nonsense.
The float on the surface of the pool swayed up and down, and the ripples on the water surface spread out.
"Senior brother is a role model for us, but I can't learn from it. When I advance to Jindan, I will become beautiful to avoid being teased by Lu Zijin who has no eyesight and always teases me about my appearance."
"You also know that guy has no eyesight. He is strutting around with a hairy face. "Horses don't know how long their faces are, and donkeys don't know how thick their skin is." Why bother with him? "
Zhang Wenfeng glanced around and asked, "When did Lu Zijin start running? Are you going to advance to the fourth level?"
"I don't dare to say that to Lu Zijin, but you, Guanzhu, can do it."
Zhao Zhuer smiled so much that her face turned into a rose flower, delicate and cute, and said: "It's been almost ten days. It has gained occasionally, and there is still a little chance of advancing to the fourth level. In fact, it can swallow those treasures of heaven and earth now. Once it hits the mark, it wants to pursue perfection, and it is estimated that we will have to delay it for another year and a half."
Zhang Wenfeng nodded. In such a short time, he would consider it as a way to stabilize his cultivation and practice more spells and swordsmanship.
After advancing to the Golden Core Realm as he wished, he suddenly felt relaxed and there was no sense of urgency.
"No rush, let's wait for it."
"It depends on Lu Zijin's luck."
Zhao Zhu'er is not in a hurry to return to Xianling Temple. In such a good place, in another year and a half, she will be able to recover her cultivation in the realm of freedom. By then, she will be able to protect herself and feel comfortable walking out.
The former masters were arrogant and could not rely on Guanzhu and Lu Zijin for everything.
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly turned his head and looked toward the mountain stream and forest a few miles away to the west. There, a tall old man with his hands behind his back was walking slowly. They looked at each other from a distance. The old man's eyes were strange orange-yellow vertical eyes.
Zhao Zhuer shivered and felt horrified. The temple master stepped in front of her and then came back to his senses. What a powerful old monster. He quickly sent a message to the temple master:
"Be careful, that old man has at least six levels of cultivation!"
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