The majestic hall is lined with golden pillars, brightly lit, and filled with fragrance and mist.
"Ding", today's evening class ended with the sound of chimes. The master was not the first to get up and leave. He sat cross-legged facing everyone, and made an exception to tell a short story about "passing on the fire" to the disciples who were not in a high mood. At the end he said:
"'Allow fate, go with nature, and be content with the times. We can't change the rules of this world at present. We can only adapt. It's like when one candle is burned out, another can be added, and the fire will continue to be passed on from generation to generation. , there is no expiration date, maybe one day we can find a solution."
He deliberately waited until the fifth-level Taoist priests who went to Duxian Islands returned to cheer up everyone's spirits.
The main hall, which was once full of people, now looks empty and cold. In the middle are more than 60 fifth-level monks, and on the right are more than 200 ordinary Taoist priests who have spent more than ten years training, teaching them scriptures, medical skills, drawing talismans, salvation and other skills to settle down and live in peace. He taught them martial arts and body-lighting skills to strengthen their bodies, but they did not teach them the practice of breathing for the time being.
After this group of monks leave, the guardian Zhang Tiande will teach the Taoist monks simple cultivation methods.
"Everyone, let's encourage each other!"
"I sincerely follow the instructions of Bishop Guan, and I send you my best wishes!"
Everyone bowed their hands in Taoist salute. Zhang Wenfeng returned the salute and stood up first to walk out of the hall. The mountain chief, Yue Anyan and others walked out one after another.
The starry sky outside is brilliant, and the sky is as high and deep as a curtain.
Zhang Wenfeng raised his head and glanced at the night sky, shook his head and sighed: "There are eyes outside the sky, and the killing outside has begun."
The patrol supervisors and patrol guards who descended from the upper world, acting on behalf of heaven, have begun to use exploration treasures to search for low-level monks, demon cultivators, and spirits who are hiding in large areas, unless they are hiding in the secret realm of powerful refining, or In the special ruins ancient formation, otherwise they are very likely to be picked out and killed. Taking it from heaven and returning it to earth, reincarnation once every thousand years, is the fate of the lower world.
For the next half month, everything was calm inside the closed mountain gate. Apart from doing homework, most of the monks were relaxing in the shade of the trees, drinking tea, chatting, or wandering in groups up and down the mountain, calmly facing the upcoming thunderstorm test.
Whether it's life or death, what's the point of fear?
In the side hall, Zhang Guanzhu spread out a large piece of paper, splashed ink and drew a group portrait of his four disciples.
With the bank of a winding stream, the thin willow pavilion and thousands of weeping spring willows as the background, the four people are sitting, leaning or drinking, with different shapes and charms. The stream is gurgling and the willow branches are blowing in the wind, which is interesting. Smart and quaint.
The four of them and Yun Qiuhe gathered around the viewer to watch the painting, praising the master's painting skills in low voices. Zhuang Yu and Zhang Xuan'an heard that they were arguing about the ownership of this painting. Why did Yu Yi also want to paint it, but Shui Qingru watched the painting quietly without making a sound. She has always been indifferent to the world.
After finishing the painting, Zhang Guanzhu wrote on the upper right: "Look up to the sky and go out laughing. How can we be from Penghao?" He also wrote on the lower left, put down the brush, looked at it from left to right, and said with a smile: "Which one of you wants this painting?" Zhuang Yu and Zhang Xuan'an , He Kuyu hurriedly argued: "I want it!"
Shui Qingru had already started to cover the painting with a thin layer of magic power. She used her movements to explain what it means to have a heart beat with action. She smiled and said, "I am Senior Sister. You want to fight with me?" "Senior Sister, you usually don't fight. Well... just pretend I didn’t say it, you can do whatever you want.”
Zhang Xuanan was defeated by the senior sister at a glance. It was precisely because people who didn't want to fight were rude that they started fighting.
He Kuyu whispered: "Master, how about you draw another picture for us?"
Yun Qiuhe explained with a smile: "Your master has a habit of not painting the same painting twice. He doesn't like the same painting a thousand times, so the painting in Qingru's hand is out of print."
Zhang Wenfeng went to the corner to scoop out water and wash his hands, "I have exhausted my interest in painting, so painting again will not be beautiful."
Shui Qingru put away the scroll, and when the others were about to leave, He Kuyu suddenly said in Chinese dialect: "Master, are you also a Blue Star Chinese?"
This question had been holding in her mind for many years, and she finally found the right opportunity to ask it. Zhang Wenfeng replied in Chinese dialect: "I can also tell some kinds of nonsense about the underworld, so why do you think so?"
Several other people stopped when they looked at the two people who were communicating in strange language.
He Kuyu quickly glanced at his wife and said, "I saw my wife drawing sketches with charcoal.
She said you taught me... It seems like no one else in this world can sketch? "
"I've been to so many places, how about bringing you into this world who are suffering?"
Zhang Wenfeng looked at his apprentice who wanted to get to the bottom of things but was too timid, and said with a smile: "If you continue to be suspicious, be careful of your senior sister dragging you to Jianping Mountain to practice swordsmanship all night. Do you still have any questions?" He Kuyu shrank his neck in fright, and hurriedly He said with a guilty conscience: "No, Master, please don't tell Senior Sister."
She was most afraid that her senior sister would ask her to practice swordsmanship. She would be too cruel. Even the thick-skinned senior brother Xuan'an was unwilling to practice swordsmanship with her senior sister. Every time, it was like going to the execution ground.
After so many years of getting along with him, she was not afraid of her master, who was highly cultivated and had an easy-going temperament, but she was afraid of her senior sister, who was like a tiger.
Deep down, I still think that Master may be a fellow from Blue Star.
A few days later, the ethereal voice sounded again in the sky: "All the monks and demon cultivators who have overcome the tribulation, including the remaining monks and demon cultivators hidden in the secret realm, go to the sea area where the Immortal Road to Heaven is located. At noon three days later, they will officially overcome the small thunder tribulation. The assessment will not wait until the deadline!"
From the main hall of Xianling Temple, the sound of bells summoning all the disciples came, and the sound was melodious and full of vicissitudes of life.
Everyone gathered on the stone flat on the top of the mountain, waiting for the visitor to return to the secret realm.
About two-quarters of an hour later, Zhang Wenfeng, Old Man Duoshan, Tao Niangzi, and Manggong landed on the top of the mountain and asked everyone to wait for a while. Zhang Wenfeng waved to Zhang Tiande, the guard on the side, and said, "Go to Mingdeng Hall." The two left. Entering the brightly lit room and walking along the small cells, Zhang Wenfeng extinguished the flames one by one, which were as immovable as gems. Most of the rooms in the room were the life lamps of the fourth-level monks of the sect. When he left, Lights off.
The shadows of the two people dragged on the ground, gradually getting longer.
The hall became dark, and there was only a solitary light at the back.
"Tiande, thank you for your hard work. You must hold on for five hundred years."
"Disciple, don't be bitter!"
Zhang Tiande looked determined and asked the viewer to go out first. He finally closed the wooden door, cutting off the former glory of the lamp wall.
Leading more than two hundred ordinary Taoist priests, Zhang Tiande bowed his hands, bowed his hands deeply to the ground, and bid farewell to the people who were flying into the air one after another to fly to the north. Zhang Tiande couldn't bear the reluctance in his eyes and whispered: "Ming Ming." Bell, chant sutras, pray for my fellow disciples and see them off!"
The bell sounded long, the sun was shining brightly, and the nine bells sounded farewell.
The powerful sound of the scriptures reverberated and drifted into the distance with the wind.
Zhang Tiande stands alone on the top of the mountain stone, looking north in the distance. In order to pass on the fire from generation to generation as the temple master said, he will shoulder the great responsibility of five hundred years, no matter what the wind and rain.
People have gone and the building is empty.
The sound of the scriptures lasts forever, echoing in the mountain breeze.
