Tuofeng Mountain, Huanghua River.
Chen Qingqiao came out of the water and shook his head with a smile. There were countless caves in the underwater mountain wall. He explored for a long time and found an inconspicuous hole that was covered up. There were several intricate water formations and earth formations that were secretly arranged inside. And move the whole body.
He was curious about what treasure Zhang Guanzhu got from here, so he gave him a second-level and third-level traceless elixir, ten kilograms of extremely high-quality Xuanlin gold liquid, and a large number of spiritual energy stones as a reward. Even ten years later Nowadays, traceless elixir is also a good thing with a price but no market.
It was with the help of the Breaking Realm Pill that he was able to advance to the Free Realm without any danger. If not for the remnant soul to wake up, he would definitely be unlucky as he was only in the Jianwei Realm, and there would be no Chen Qingqiao in this world.
Seeing such a formation, he guessed that the dangers outweighed the benefits, so he decisively gave up contact.
There are too many monks who have died on the way to practice. If he really wants to know the situation inside, he can just ask Guanzhu Zhang sideways.
Based on his many years of friendship and understanding with Guanzhu Zhang, Guanzhu Zhang would tell him some situations.
Otherwise, with Zhang Guanzhu's shrewdness, wouldn't he prevent him from advancing to the Golden Core realm one day and come to explore the ruins?
"Let's go to the capital to take the exam and register, get a place for Qingshui Temple, and then go visit Master Zhang."
Chen Qingqiao rose into the sky against the wind and drifted away.
Fairies watch by the stream.
Zhang Wenfeng held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and walked forward slowly. Occasionally, there was slight air flow in the air around him.
He was immersed in the meaning of the sword and wandered away from the world. No one was approaching within fifty feet. The entire Fairy Spirit Temple knew that the temple owner should try not to disturb him when he was holding the sword and meditating.
The viewer walks along the stream every day, which has become a unique landscape.
After the temple master sheathed his sword and left, many disciples would feel the remaining sword intention along the place where the temple master walked. Sometimes, there would be more than ten disciples standing by the stream with their eyes closed to feel it.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, dappled on Zhang Wenfeng's body. He walked back and forth for half an hour. He stopped and sheathed his sword. He glanced around and saw many disciples in the woods waiting to "bless themselves", holding scrolls. Ready to move, a smile appeared on his lips.
It's the same as reading. You can't read books unless you borrow them.
These guys are smart enough to think of using this method to practice.
Every time before he left, he intentionally left a few strands of scattered sword intent and sword energy in certain places so that they would not dissipate quickly. Anyone who could seize the opportunity to gain enlightenment would be considered a small opportunity on the path of cultivation, which is enough to make people I was pleasantly surprised for a long time.
Seeing a tall figure behind a tree at the bend of the hillside, Zhang Wenfeng turned around and walked away. The time had come for the disciples waiting in other places to compete in terms of eyesight and speed. They were like arrows flying from a string to seize the favorable position by the stream.
Zhang Wenfeng also saw Qian Jing and Shui Qingru among them, and they were fighting hard.
No one can have too many opportunities. Being able to get them is luck.
"Lao Fan, how do you feel?"
Zhang Wenfeng looked at Fan Chongfeng, who had spent almost half a year to dissipate his cultivation, and now he had re-cultivated Yuan Xi and entered the Hua Xi realm. He motioned that there was no need to be polite. He could see that Fan Chongfeng had suffered a lot mentally. His hair was gray and his whole body was white. Lost a lot of weight.
Fan Chongfeng wore the human skin mask given by Zhuang Yu. He looked like an ordinary middle-aged man. He said with a smile: "Let go of all your cultivation, chant sutras and do homework every day. Your mind will be calm, and you will feel like you are alive again."
There is no need to be in a precarious situation like in the wild, where you are always on tenterhooks.
Living in a place full of spiritual energy, he had a bowl of spiritual rice porridge every day. He had extra spiritual fruits to enjoy every now and then, and for the first time he realized the benefits of relying on a sect.
"After passing the first level, the road ahead will be relatively easy. Be sure to take steady steps step by step, and don't rush for success and pursue the speed of cultivation."
Zhang Wenfeng reminded him, otherwise it would take three years before Fan Chongfeng could quickly recover his previous cultivation, but that would lose the meaning of his hard work and cultivation. He said, "Wait until they finish and tell them that they will be here tomorrow morning." , I will give a lecture and a big lecture, anyone who has time can come."
Fan Chongfeng smiled and cupped his hands in response, "Yes". He had heard about the mysteries of the master's lectures on the sutras, and everyone had the opportunity to practice.
Although he had gained benefits in practice, he did not know that the sermon was temporarily decided by the master to wash away his karma.
Qian Jing, Shui Qingru, who had grabbed good seats by the stream in the distance, and many disciples who listened with open ears to the talk of the monk, suddenly burst into cheers. Every time the monk lectured, it was a grand event for the sect, and they had been looking forward to it for a long time. .
Zhang Wenfeng left with a smile.
The streamside was so busy that it turned into a vegetable market, and no one needed to think quietly today.
Countless summonses were sent out, informing fellow disciples who were in the state city, in the capital, or traveling outside, that it was their business whether they could come back or not. If such a good thing was not told, they would definitely have to complain about it later. Or were they not brothers, but sisters?
The next morning, when the temple master came to the hillside beside the stream, nearly 150 disciples and more than 200 apprentices surrounded the area in darkness, each occupying his own position according to closeness and distance.
Even Xiao Ni'er, who was living happily and making trouble in the Demon Clan's Waves Lake, was called back by Lu Zijin who got the news.
In Lu Zijin's words, "The master is very casual now and is not as diligent as before. It is a good thing to be able to listen to one more sermons. Don't miss it."
Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly to Yang Shuilan, Shanzhang, Yue Anyan, Zhao Zhuer and others, raised his hand to the disciples who were saluting, and waved Fan Chongfeng, who was slightly behind, to come to him. After sitting down, he began to recite sutras silently, and the surroundings were silent for an instant.
The invisible power of thought slowly spread, covering everyone within a hundred feet, and the tranquility spread.
Under the sun, everyone closed their eyes to feel and realize.
Gradually, some people realized the beauty, and could not help but look happy on their faces.
Yang Shuilan knew that the master's sermons were powerful. She had experienced them in Zhenlong Cave and the ancient tomb ruins. Now listening to them again, she found that the master's chanting skills were more mysterious and unpredictable, invisible and intangible. They could trigger some kind of resonance in the heart. It was really powerful!
Based on her experiences in several lives, immersed in the power of quiet thoughts, she can recall certain memories that have been forgotten for a long time.
It was so clear, she slowly became fascinated by it.
A little girl with braids was jumping and running at the foot of Pixia Mountain, like a happy deer, carefree...
Zhang Wenfeng finished his sermon, and it was almost noon. He left in a hurry, leaving behind a group of monks with different expressions who couldn't help themselves. He was only responsible for preaching a sutra, and everyone could get what they wanted.
"Go to the extreme of emptiness, keep quiet, and observe all things happening together."
He now has a new understanding of what Taozu said, and he imparts it in the form of lectures.
I walked to the former Shanmen Archway and saluted Chen Qingqiao, who was wearing a green Taoist robe and had a handsome face.
The wide sleeves are flying, the same flowing movements, the same graceful demeanor, giving outsiders a special feeling of walking on the road.
"Congratulations to fellow Taoist for becoming a Jindan person!"
"Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"
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