In the dark and quiet Buddhist hall, there are two fine gauze pavilions, where the life lamps of the Dharma Master of Tianchan Stone Temple and the Dharma Master are respectively placed. The big light is fixed and motionless, illuminating an area of about ten feet.
Suddenly, the magic weapon master's life lamp dimmed, and the light shrank to only a small wick, which flickered tightly, then slowly returned to its original state.
The scent of sandalwood is invisible, and no one patrols the Buddhist hall. It remains quiet, and no one notices the brief changes.
Time passes quietly in silence.
The scale of the Tianchan Stone Temple, which has been undergoing extensive construction work, has expanded year by year, and the blue-brick and black-tiled Buddhist hall, main hall, library, lecture hall, precepts hall, etc. have been successively completed.
The secluded Yingbi Mountain seems to have been forgotten by people. The stone gate of the solitary cave in the cliffs is covered by vines and weeds.
The magic weapon master once said that no one should disturb his tranquility unless he comes out of seclusion.
The secluded environment of Moling, the Peach Blossom Valley.
Shang Qingyun and Qian Jing bowed to the indifferent Lady Peach, said goodbye and walked out of the Peach Blossom Valley. The peach blossoms in the mountains and fields were as bright as pink clouds, blooming all year round, and the fragrance of the flowers spread dozens of miles away. Wei Jingjie and Shi Nanguan, who were waiting outside the Convergence Valley, walked out of the secret realm laughing and talking.
After more than thirty years of hard work and pain in opening up new meridians, the two women breathed in the cool air outside, and both felt a sense of joy at the end of their hardships. Compared with the confusion and confusion when they first entered the secret realm, the two women now felt a little more clear and confident.
It is difficult to be a good person if you have never been poor, and you will always be innocent if you have not experienced the world.
After returning to the sect to burn incense and perform the ceremony, Qian Jing first went to see his master and listen to his teachings, then visited the mountain chief, Taoist priest Yue, Zhao Zhuer, Yan Jing and others one by one, and finally went to the Xiangsui Hall to meet Yun Qiuhe and stayed there for one night.
Early the next morning, Qian Jing said goodbye to Yun Qiuhe and the mountain chief without disturbing anyone else, and quietly went north alone.
The master of the temple has not left seclusion for more than ten years. She has her own way to escape from the world. She does not want to receive special care because of the master. Everyone has their own practice. In the Da'an Dynasty, she does not go to remote wilderness and is safe. No worries.
Wearing a green-grey Taoist robe, a sword on his waist, and a protective jade amulet given by his master in his sleeve, Qian Jing traveled around the mountains and rivers to relax and taste delicious food from all over the world. After more than twenty days, he arrived at Yueya Lake in Jingzhou. Three hundred miles of water is sparkling, and the sunset still shines in the west and the beauty remains.
Qian Jing made a special trip to the nearby Yue Crow Temple. The Taoist temple where she was an apprentice. Nearly one hundred and fifty years later, the Taoist temple has been beautifully built, expanded a lot in scale, and has many monks. However, things have changed and people have changed. No one recognized her.
She stayed at the Taoist Temple for a night, and the next day she went to a village ten miles away by the lake, and spent fifty taels of silver to buy a deserted and dilapidated courtyard at the east end of the village through Cunzheng, including a three-thirds vegetable field behind the courtyard.
The people in the village had seen many fairies coming and going to Moon Crow Lake, and an immortal girl stayed in their village to practice. Although it was a novelty, there were no crowds watching. Only ignorant, bare-bottomed children were biting their fingers and drooling, looking at it dumbly.
After spending some time repairing the earthen walls of the dilapidated house, Qian Jing lived in "Qianjia Village" since then.
This was her birthplace back then. Her brother had her financial support and had moved to the city long ago to start a business. There was no contact with her many years ago.
The villagers found that the new fairy girl was different from the gods they had seen before. She greeted everyone and was kind and polite. She also helped the elderly in the village to get free medical treatment and herbs, reclaimed wasteland to grow vegetables, went to the river to fish and catch shrimps, and was proficient in all kinds of farm work. , the yard is filled with misty pink flowers and plants. I heard that Xiangu has the same surname as them, and the villagers are getting closer to each other.
When there is a wedding or wedding in any family, the fairy girl should be invited to sit at the banquet, which is very honorable.
Moon Crow View looked to the lakeside ten miles away to the west. In a newly built thatched house, the water was as clear as sitting on a wheat straw futon. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Qian Jing went out to escape from the world alone. How could the mountain leader do such a big thing? No arrangements?
A puppy with snow-white hair walked into the hut wagging its tail and lay down next to the futon. Among the many monks coming and going to Moon Crow Lake, no one could tell that the puppy that often ran around the lake was a fourth-level thunder beast?
I don't know how much time passed, but Zhang Wenfeng finally stopped refining the bronze lamp, and took back the prototype of the soul that was immersed in the soul-suppressing hall into his body.
The small heaven and earth of Zhenhun Hall have been stabilized. The small Styx River is about two feet wide. He can feel that he is in Zhenhun Hall.
The imprint left at the core of the Soul Palace, he stretched out his hand and the bronze lamp floated up, shrunk to the size of a fist and fell into his palm, as light as paper without any weight.
He was able to borrow some of the magical powers of the second soul, and it was no longer a problem to absorb the bronze lamp. After "seeing" a small ghost realm in the depths through the layers of fog, Zhang Wenfeng showed a hint of joy on his face.
You can see the heaven and the earth in a square inch, and you can connect the yin and yang in the palm of your hand.
By observing the repair and improvement of the small world, and drawing parallels, he accumulated many sparks of inspiration about Taoism, swordsmanship, and the power of rules. If he is given some time to figure it out, his strength will be further improved.
But there is no rush. Wait until he comes out of seclusion to see how the world has changed.
You Mengchang, who was playing chess with the mountain chief at Bansuan Mountain, suddenly looked up to the northwest and smiled: "I'm finally out of seclusion. It took me almost twenty years to wait for a broken lamp. It's been too long. .”
As he spoke, the figure disappeared.
The mountain chief was happy in his heart, but his face showed no expression, he walked out of the pavilion and flew to the northwest.
Zhang Wenfeng looked at You Mengchang, Tu Kun, Zhao Zhuer and Shanchang who appeared in front of him one after another, and laughed and said: "It's too polite to put up such a big formation. Have you found the devil who caused chaos in the vast continent?"
"The demon has been destroyed for 17 or 18 years. By the time you get out of seclusion, Master, the day lilies will be cold." Tu Kun looked at the Master, who couldn't tell the difference, and was secretly frightened.
The temple owner gained a lot from this sacrifice to refine the small heaven and earth's important weapon. He felt as if there was a layer of heaven and earth between him and the temple owner. He was face to face with the temple owner and could see it. The demon consciousness could not feel the presence of the temple owner. It was so amazing. !
Zhao Zhu'er also noticed the change in the master of the temple and shouted excitedly: "Shopkeeper, take out the treasure and let me see it for a long time. I haven't touched this important weapon in the world yet."
Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his left hand from his cuff, holding a small bronze lamp, raised it in front of him, and said with a smile: "There are rumors outside that Fang Bailan has a small and important weapon, don't even think about deceiving me."
Zhao Zhuer touched the cold and heavy bronze lamp with his hand and curled his lips and said: "A treasure that has been sacrificed and refined for hundreds of years is not a small and important weapon. Otherwise, it would not be trapped in the witch formation and unable to escape. "
He tried to lift the bronze lamp with both hands, but the small lamp seemed to be rooted in the palm of the viewer and remained motionless.
Zhang Wenfeng knocked on the curious bamboo, put the bronze lamp back into his sleeve, said hello to Mr. You and the mountain chief, walked down the mountain, and sighed: "Time flies so fast, almost twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye. "
The mountain leader smiled and said: "Xiao Ni'er may be living like a year, but she doesn't realize that time flies by so fast. She has been trapped in the secret realm of Hualong Pond for fifteen years, and she is still waiting for you to rescue her."
"Uh, what's the Hualong Pond? I've never heard of it."
