No benefit whatsoever.
No matter how beneficial it is, the biggest benefit is that it saves her unnecessary wasted time.
Someone cut the wood, someone laid the foundation, and it didn't take much time to hire a carpenter to supervise the construction of the house for twenty taels.
The advantage is that while others are crowded in the tent and surrounded by all kinds of noise, she can study what she wants to study and think about what she needs to think about in a quiet and safe place.
And... when it rains heavily, there is no need to complain that the tent is torn or leaking.
Heavy rain pattered on the eaves, and the coachman lit an oil lamp in the darkened room, "Your Highness, do you still remember the Taoist priest from the past few days? You thought he was so powerful, but he didn't live in an inn without Lingzhu. Now I'm afraid I got caught in the rain.”
"There is no inevitable causal relationship between strength and money," Zhan Changfeng turned a page of the book and smiled rarely, "but these monks do have more personality than ordinary people."
Whether it was the Si Xun Mansion pursuit team, Shanshi Taoist priests, unknown congenital female cultivators encountered at the inn, or the monks setting up stalls in Xiaohan Town, or the store owners, what they did was actually equivalent to mortal police officers. Passers-by, vendors, and bosses, but they are not the same.
"Qi" is different.
Everyone has their own characteristics and it is difficult to generalize. It also seems more soulful.
The coachman thought of the people who were in a state of chaos due to the rain, and then thought of what His Highness wanted from the long journey, "Then let them come here to take shelter from the rain."
"No need, those who want to take shelter from the rain will come. Those who don't want to take shelter will think you are nosy," Zhan Changfeng said, "Anyone who knows something about the weather knows that a heavy rain is coming. Whether you want to take shelter or not is up to you." Selected."
"Maybe someone doesn't know?"
"I don't have the kindness to take care of other people's birth, old age, sickness, death, exposure to rain and sun."
He is still the same His Highness. The coachman feels at ease inexplicably. He thinks about the ruthless prince who was picked up by the military and political battles in the high hall. He suddenly wants to cultivate some kind of Taoism. One day, the scenery will be so beautiful that he will say to you, "I will tell you a fortune for you." , ugh, goosebumps are rising.
Fortunately, this was just his imagination. The driver rubbed his arms and happily went to deal with the prey caught on the mountain. "Your Highness, today we have pheasant stewed with mushrooms and wild boar!"
"..." I don't know why her coachman always likes to bring dead animals or plants to her and tell her its name seriously.
To commemorate the blue sky and white clouds they have passed away?
It must be said that the coachman successfully curbed her interest in food.
Here, the coachman was happily cleaning pork in the kitchen. He accidentally looked out of the window and happened to see a young man named Yang hurriedly holding up the crumbling roof.
There were many ordinary people who came to work. After they were done, Zhan Changfeng also asked them to copy a detailed explanation of cultivation knowledge and take it back as agreed.
But there are always people who are dissatisfied with this and stay around the cabin, trying to get more. But in the end, all the strangers who were photographed by Zhan Changfeng, keep away from each other, left. However, Yang Cian did not move away, and even built a small shed outside the wooden house as a shelter.
Fortunately, he was polite and sensible and didn't come to disturb me.
The driver stuck the butcher knife on the cutting board and shouted to Yang Cian: "Come here, kid!"
Yang Cian was awkwardly holding the crossbar that was about to fall down. The roof of the shed had collapsed in half. The sound of wind and rain blocked his eyes and ears, and he could only vaguely hear someone calling him.
He looked up and saw a fierce man staring at him from behind the window. He was suddenly struck by lightning and pointed at himself cautiously.
"Come here!" the coachman shouted again.
This time he heard clearly, "Hey, here we come!"
Yang Cian didn't care about his own shed, and ran to the back door of the kitchen in the rain, carefully wrung out the water from his clothes, and then knocked on the door.
"Come in."
The fire in the kitchen was burning, and the steam was rising. He, who had been in the cold rain for a long time, was suddenly hit by the heat. Hot and cold alternated, and he immediately shuddered and shivered.
"What advice do seniors have?"
The coachman looked at him and asked, "Can you make a fire?"
Yang Cian was stunned for a moment, then nodded hurriedly.
"Go and look at the stove. If it burns out, I will hold you accountable!"
"Thank you, senior. Thank you, senior." A warm feeling flowed through Yang Ci'an's heart, but he was clumsy and could only say thank you.
The coachman waved his hand. This young man reminded him of his own time. In order to learn martial arts, he had to go through the mountains of swords and the sea of fire.
But the coachman only kept him warm, and nothing else was possible. It was not his turn to comment on His Highness.
At this time, Yang Cian carefully took out a package from his arms, which was wrapped in layers of cloth and oil paper. The driver saw that he carefully peeled it open, and what was revealed was the detailed explanation of cultivation knowledge written by him.
"Boy, do you understand what it says?"
Yang Cian shook his head, but had no regrets, "I am very happy to have a glimpse of this monastic world."
The driver was surprised, "Why do you want to practice Taoism?"
In his opinion, there is really no charm in monasticism.
For immortality?
But it is enough for a person to live for a hundred years, eat a lot of meat, drink a lot of wine, pick up a knife to fight for the country, and put down the knife to reunite with his wife and children.
Yang Cian hesitated for a moment, but did not say "obtain the great road and put an end to the injustice in the world". Instead, he smiled bitterly, "Actually, I am just a desperado with a broken family. I just want to live and avoid this chaotic world. I heard people say that Northwest If there is a gathering place for immortals, I will come."
"I have lived here for two years. Actually, I just wanted to go inside and have a look. They said that only those who practice Taoism can go in, so I wanted to practice Taoism."
Yang Cian stroked the book in his hand, "I have never known what monasticism is, and I only have a vague understanding of it now. It... probably makes people unable to bear to give up."
It really cannot bear to be abandoned, just like mortals have never given up their yearning for the sky.
The wooden house was so small, with only a wall separating it from the left and right. Zhan Changfeng could still hear the conversation in the kitchen even without using his spiritual consciousness.
However, most mortals who want to go to heaven are just wishful thinking, and a small part of them fall into the mud.
Cultivation is not something you can just think about. Qualification, chance, luck...there are too many uncontrollable factors involved.
The more I come into contact with Taoism, the more I feel that I am nothing more than this. But that's also part of its charm.
In terms of realm, Zhan Changfeng is still acquired and perfect, and is vaguely about to break through the innate, but in terms of cultivation, if you don't take into account the pure yin bone, he is just an ordinary warrior.
Although she wants to go to Zangyunjian to find a way to repair her body, everyone in Zangyunjian practices Taoism, and there are many dangers. Even if she takes the safer path of a school, she may still be a young disciple because she cannot practice, and will not have access to heavenly materials. Earth treasure.
If you want to get ahead, Pure Yin Gu cannot hide it, and you have to face the problem of the physical body collapsing first. Moreover, Zang Yunjian's cultivation method does not seem to be very powerful. She also holds the Dragon Armor Divine Medal and the Nine Transformations Art of Rebirth. It cannot be said that she is guilty of harboring a jade.
In addition, the Gongsun clan is watching with eager eyes.
"Rebirth" can be accomplished with soul power, but now she hasn't even opened the Zi Mansion, and the soul power is too meager to be of great use.
In the end, the question remains, what should she do to save her body.
A lot of bad things.
Sure enough, some mistakes cannot be made. Once you make them, you have to make up for them a thousand times. Oh, if she were to see that big ghost in the old house again, she wouldn't be able to kill it.
