Sankou Huangjia Town is located in a remote village. It is divided into four small villages and one large village, with a combined population of only a thousand people.
In the center of the four small villages is a green mountain with lush foliage and no trace of human beings, and there is not necessarily a feasible road.
There is a "small temple" standing in the col of the mountain. There are thirteen houses in total, connected in series by two corridors on the left and right. The leaves in front of the gate cover the road, and no one has cleaned it for a long time. The plaque on the door has also not been cleaned. Leaning against the doorpost, half of it is broken and needs to be repaired.
When Sun Zikai arrived here, his brows couldn't help but frown. This Qing family was actually in such a state of decline.
It was not difficult for him to find him. Everyone in the village knew the location of this sect. It turned out that disciples were still accepted here. Some young people in the village who wanted to practice but could not enter the sect of the Eight Sutras would come here to gain enlightenment, but very few people would. Leave it for two months.
"Is there anyone there?" Sun Zikai shouted in front of the door, "This little man, Sun Zikai, wants to join the sect to be a disciple."
After getting no reply for a long time, Sun Zikai clearly sensed that there was someone inside. He simply pushed open the old wooden door that had been penetrated by insects and ants. The door creaked and he quietly stepped in.
There are also many fallen leaves scattered in the yard. An old water tank leans lonely against old stone bricks. There are corridors on both sides, but the wood and stone are covered with cracks. There is a piece missing everywhere, and the place is completely desolate.
There was a person in the corridor who was half asleep on a recliner. She was a girl, younger than Sun Zikai. She was actually eleven years old, but she was too dark and thin, making her appear even younger.
Sun Zikai walked up to the girl and asked in a low voice: "Are you a disciple of Qingyi Sect? I, Sun Zikai, have come here to study?"
The girl half-opened one eye and replied: "I'm not, I'm here with my grandpa to see a doctor."
As soon as he finished speaking, an old man with white hair appeared from the corner behind the corridor. After calling Erya, the girl jumped down lazily, supported the old man and walked towards the door.
Sun Zikai walked along the corridor to the fourth room. The door was open. Sun Zikai knew there was someone inside, so he pushed the door open and entered.
But he saw a seventy-year-old man taking a nap on the table. Hearing the movement, he slowly raised his head, looked at Sun Zikai in confusion, and then said: "There is nothing wrong with you, you look good."
"Master, I'm not here to see a doctor, I'm here to learn."
The old man looked in a daze. At this time, a man in his forties or seventies walked through the door carrying two baskets of newly picked herbs.
When the man saw Sun Zikai, he didn't stop what he was doing and scolded: "What are you doing?"
"Come here to study."
"What to study?"
"Learn the way to practice."
"We don't teach here, we just treat patients. Let's go."
Sun Zikai didn't want to give up and said: "I heard about the name of the Qingyi Sect from afar, and I really want to come and ask for some advice."
"Do you want to become a disciple?" the man asked, but without waiting for Sun Zikai's answer, he continued: "Please come again when you are forty years old."
"You started practicing at the age of forty? Are you kidding? I don't understand."
The man didn't want to talk nonsense to Sun Zikai, so he stopped talking and just lowered his head and played with the herbs. And it seemed that there were only two of them in the whole temple.
Sun Zikai took out some silver coins from his pocket, but it was not much, only seventy coins in total, and said: "Then I don't want to become a disciple. Let's visit the head office."
The man shook his head and said, "You can watch it wherever you want. You can watch it without paying."
"Seriously? Then I'll go and see it." Sun Zikai put the money away again, walked back to the first courtyard, and began to look at the sect carefully.
The wood is all ordinary wood, and most of the bricks are unfired mud bricks. There is dust everywhere, but there are still signs of cleaning.
One after another, even when entering the fourth room, Sun Zikai would carefully explore every corner in front of the two people.
When the man saw this, he said, "There is nothing valuable in this place."
"Is there a book on spiritual practice? Or a century-old bookshelf?"
The man thought for a while and replied: "There are indeed a lot of miscellaneous things, and there are some books, but they haven't been taken out for a long time. Two hundred years ago, there was basically no one here. Those miscellaneous objects are in the four houses behind. The key is in As for my daughter, you can see her when you wait until evening."
Sun Zikai had no choice but to explore all the nine houses in front. Starting from the fifth house, they were actually abandoned places. No one had entered for many years and there was no furniture. However, he could see the Datongpu where the disciples used to live, and the long Kang. , can sleep eighty or ninety people. There are also some old objects, most of which are damaged.
Sun Zikai lay on the rocking chair in the first courtyard and waited until dusk when he saw a sixteen or seventeen year old girl walking through the door carrying a food box.
The girl was very surprised to see Sun Zikai and asked: "Who are you?"
"I'm here to visit. I heard that you have the keys to the last four rooms."
"It's my place. What's so good about this shabby house?"
Sun Zikai replied: "I came here to learn how to practice. The seniors here don't teach me, so I had to find some useful things myself."
"Hey! Did you go to the wrong place? You are not from the town, and 80% of the people have been deceived. This Qing sect stopped accepting disciples two hundred years ago. It may have taught people to practice in the past, but there is nothing wrong with this small sect. Basically, people are willing to go to the sects with the eight orthodox scriptures. Who wants to come to this mountain valley? Later, when there are no apprentices, the sect administrators relax the conditions for accepting apprentices and recruit anyone. As a result, the apprentices run away. What’s more, their hands and feet were dirty and they stole all the valuable items in the clan.”
The girl paused for a moment and then said: "The apprentice is gone, and the elders have also run away. In the end, only the head family is left. They have sworn not to abandon the sect, so they will stay here and be a ruler from generation to generation. The doctor has good medical skills and is cheap, so people from all over the country are willing to come here for treatment."
In fact, Sun Zikai noticed the spiritual energy in the old man and the man, but it was very weak and could not even reach the Qi training stage. He could even only use the spiritual energy to add or refine herbal medicine, but this was indeed much more useful than ordinary prescriptions.
Sun Zikai asked: "Then you are the descendants of the former leader."
"No, they have been extinct for a long time. Young people cannot bear the life here. We will only find those in their forties or fifties who are willing to stay in these ravines all their lives to pass on this work. In fact, Qingyi Sect has According to the instructions of our ancestors, future generations must not abandon this poor place."
"Are there any bookshelves left?"
"What bookshelf?"
"It's just a bookshelf that hasn't rotted away after hundreds of years."
"It seems there is. I've seen it in the notebook. Come with me." The girl took Sun Zikai into the second room, took out an old box from the cabinet, opened it, took out some notebooks, and dusted it off , picked out one and said: "This is an object from a hundred years ago. Because it was stolen so badly, the steward at that time recorded the remaining items, and then locked those items in the last four rooms. inside."
The girl flipped through a few pages and said, "Look, there is a broken wooden frame."
"One? Only one?"
"Well, there must have been a lot of them a long time ago. They were rotten long ago. The only one that is not rotten is still broken. Oh - I saw it when I was a kid. There was a hole missing."
"Take me to see it."
"Okay." The girl first gave the food box to her father, then took the key and took Sun Zikai to the eighth room.
After opening the door, a pungent smell immediately rushed out. Most of the things inside had been left for too long and were rotten.
Sun Zikai secretly stirred up a gust of wind, which penetrated into the house. It was already dark, and the girl held up an oil lamp and led Sun Zikai inside.
There were a lot of miscellaneous things inside, including gong sticks, whetstones, half wooden beds, and even a hanging rope... The girl also emphasized that that rope was really good at hanging people.
After searching for a short time, the two of them saw the wooden frame. Sure enough, a piece was missing. Sun Zikai stretched out his hand and touched it once. The strong energy seemed to awaken something in the wooden frame.
Sun Zikai immediately sensed the various elemental powers in the wood, which were the same as the patch from the Dongchen Sect.
He saw a complete energy pattern on the wooden frame, which was actually the spirit spirit that had been tempered to an extremely high level and was close to the energy level. It seems to be a sealing technique. Only by opening the seal can the secrets on the wooden frame be unlocked. For others, it is impossible to complete, even at the level of the head of a large sect, because they have not reached the level of spiritual understanding, but in Sun Zikai's eyes, it is a simple thing, and only needs to be dialed. A spell that can be opened.
Sun Zikai said: "I bought it." He took out the seventy cents again.
"What's the use of this shabby shelf? Besides, why is it worth so much money?"
"Sell it to me, is it enough?"
"I have to ask my dad first, just wait." The girl ran out the door, and after a while, she ran back with a look of disappointment on her face and said, "My dad said that the sect has training. It’s not for sale, you can only look at it here, you can’t take it out.”
"Okay, I'll stay here for one night."
The girl hesitated a little. Sun Zikai handed her seventy cents, and the girl felt relieved. She was afraid that Sun Zikai would steal things, but all the things in the house were not worth twenty cents.
The girl promised to pay him back the money tomorrow morning, then went back to get the bed cover and put it in the house. As soon as the girl left, Sun Zikai immediately pulled out the wooden frame. After sensing that there was no one around, he directly strangled the core of the energy spell. Then with a slight twist, the spell was released.
The wooden board began to change color and gradually decompose, and a box leaked out. Sun Zikai was very confused, because just now, the wooden board was clearly wood, and there were no other objects. Something was wrong. This was not using sealing to hide an object, but using some kind of sealing technique. The technique transfers an object out of thin air, similar to Jiang Yujin and Wen Yiru's bracelets. This should be a space technique.
After opening the box, Sun Zikai saw an old notebook. He reached out to touch it, but he felt uneasy. This was not his own thoughts, but that the notebook had influenced his mind.
Enduring his uneasiness, he turned to the first page and disappeared from the room in an instant.
He stood in a dilapidated sect, and a plaque fell beside him, reading - Fengyang Sect.
