Li Chuan returned to his residence with the vase and found that Gong Er and Pang San were at home.
Gong Er saw the vase and said, "Brother, have you mended this one too?"
Li Chuan put the vase on the table and said, "I stuck it on casually. Why didn't you go out today?"
Gong Er replied: "I have been out for several days and have seen all the new and lively things. My third brother and I decided to use this time to concentrate on cultivation and strive to become a disciple of the Four Gods Palace in fifty years. Then go up to Yanqing Mountain."
Fifty years, Li Chuan touched his hair, he will have white hair by then and probably won't be able to crawl.
Gong Er jumped on the chair and said: "For us monsters who have cultivated immortality for one or two hundred years, we can only say that we have just touched the threshold; for five hundred or eight hundred years, the monsters are just ordinary; as for those who have reached more than a thousand years, we can only be considered to have entered the palace." . If my third brother and I can go to Yanqingshang again in fifty years, we will probably be the youngest demon cultivators in the Xuantai Spiritual Light Society."
Pang San echoed, "Although my second brother and I are just getting started, we are practicing the Miao Zhang Sutra. Our practice speed is not fast, but the advantage is that we have a solid foundation. As long as we accumulate enough in the early stage, there will be no bottlenecks."
Gong Er then added: "We follow our elder brother and often retreat in places with abundant spiritual energy. The sound of the Tianyin Pot last time made our souls condense a lot. Now the speed of cultivation is simply a thousand miles!"
Li Chuan couldn't help but be moved by their efforts and said, "When the time comes, I will risk my life to come with you."
Gong Er's voice was a little sentimental, and he said: "Big brother, you will definitely be able to walk out of your path and break through the lifespan limit. When the time comes, the three of us brothers will come together and leave our names on the jade plate together."
Li Chuan thought this was unlikely. Before him, there were seventeen heirs of "The Classic of Patterns". His predecessor came to the top of the Xuantai Lingguang Society, and the scrolls he left behind were carefully collected by Gong Wuguang, but they still could not exceed the life span. He has neither wisdom nor toughness, so it would be great if he can end well.
But he couldn't bear to hurt Gong Er and San's mood, so he said: "Okay, you guys work hard, and I will work hard too. Fifty years later, we three brothers will sweep across the Emmanuel Society!"
"Okay, okay!" Gong Er jumped from the chair to the table and said, "Brother, Pang San and I are going to retreat. Do you want to also retreat to study the Pattern Sutra?"
He said: "We have all taken Bigu Pill, and we are concentrating on practicing!"
"Daoist Master Wen still has a task for me," Li Chuan casually found an excuse and said, "You should practice cultivation first. When I have free time, I will definitely read carefully. I am a scholar. If I don't read, what will I do?"
The second male and the third male didn't doubt that he was there, so they went to practice without any hesitation.
Li Chuan sat for a while, found some water, and poured it into the vase.
No water leaked out, which shows that his craftsmanship is really good.
Tomorrow, I should bring the water from the spiritual spring to remember my past. These little yellow flowers will probably stay alive for a long time.
After being in a daze for a while, Li Chuan heard a knock on the door, and then Lao's laughing voice came from outside the door, "Brother Li, am I in?"
"Come in." Li Chuan said.
Lao smiled, opened the door and walked in, saying, "I heard you came back just now. How is it? What did the fish demon say?"
Li Chuan repeated Feng Huanyi's words to him.
Lao smiled and finally felt relieved and said, "Fortunately you recognize Daoist Wen."
Obviously he also felt that Feng Huanyi let them go just for Wen Dao's sake.
At this time, Lao Xiaokai noticed the vase on the table and asked, "Why did you make it like this? How about you ask Chief Wen to find a refiner for you and repair it? Even if it is not as useful as before, then Size is also a magic weapon, isn’t it?”
"This is just making up." Li Chuan said his nonsense theory again without changing his expression.
Lao looked at him with a smile and said nothing for a while.
"What's wrong?" Li Chuan asked.
"Your temperament is really suitable for joining my school." Lao Xiaokai sighed again. Obviously he heard that Li Chuan was talking nonsense, and then he waved his hand and said, "Your magic weapon, you can do whatever you want."
Li Chuan struggled to himself and said, "Why do you belong to this school or that school? I am a scholar and an official of the imperial court. Be careful, I will capture you and take you back to Qintian Prison!"
"Sir, please forgive me!" Lao smiled and said lazily, then stepped forward and said, "Pull up your sleeves and I will take your pulse."
Li Chuan did as he was told.
After taking his pulse, Lao smiled and said, "It's nothing serious. Just take good care of yourself and don't overthink."
Li Chuan relaxed immediately.
Words like overthinking have nothing to do with him.
In the next few days, Gong Erpangsan practiced in seclusion; he read the "Pattern Sutra" for two days and felt that he still needed to go out more to find inspiration.
He asked Wen Guying for a map, and then he walked around according to the map every day. The scenery of Yanqing Mountain is good. All the architectural facilities on it are created with magic, and they are beyond imagination and exquisite. He walked casually and sat down to rest when he was tired. Occasionally he flipped through two pages of "The Sutra of Patterns", and he did gain a lot of insights.
I even felt a little itchy and wanted to find a magic weapon to practice.
But the fish demon never came to him, maybe she had forgotten about it.
In the evening, he wrote down his thoughts over the past few days, then turned out the lights and went to sleep. He just didn't sleep well. After a while, the patterns on the "Pattern Sutra" floated by in turns. He wanted to catch it, but couldn't. He seemed to hear the squeaking sound again, and then the soft and gentle sound of the Tianyin Pot sounded, comforting him. Divine soul.
Li Chuan opened his eyes and sat up suddenly.
He knew what would happen to a monk when he was parasitized by a White Walker. In the time and space mentioned by the little mouse, after Guan Zhongqiu was kicked out of the Four Gods Palace, he joined the Shuangye Sect and ascended in five hundred years, and all his disciples also ascended.
The White Walkers ascended to immortality. It is easier to ascend to immortality than ordinary monks.
What about becoming an immortal queen?
At this time, he heard the sound of rain and the air was very humid.
Will it also rain on Yanqing Mountain?
Li Chuan stood up, put on his cloak, picked up the Tianyin pot, put on his shoes and walked out.
He needed to go for a walk and get some fresh air.
He opened the door and walked out. The room where Gong, Er, San, Lao Xiaokai and others were all dark. He walked out of the main room and walked around from the flower gallery to the backyard. Rainwater fell along the eaves into the grass.
A woman was holding an umbrella and standing sideways by the courtyard gate. The soft light of the night pearl illuminated her features and contours.
It's Feng Huanyi.
Feng Huanyi slowly approached, stopped, closed her umbrella, and her light-colored skirt slid across the steps.
She raised her head slightly and said, "Master Li, I promised to come to you. It's just that the sect leader has sent me many tasks, and now I'm free. Master, please don't blame me."
"Have you brought the things you want to mend?" Li Chuan asked.
"Brought it." Feng Huanyi took off a bunch of red Bodhi beads from her wrist and handed them to Li Chuan.
Li Chuan took it.
There were twelve beads in total, and nine of them were cracked, as if they would fall apart at the slightest touch.
Li Chuan said: "I'll wait and see during the day and then tell you whether I can make up for it."
"Please, sir."
There were no words for a moment.
Li Chuan spoke again, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"
"OK."
(End of chapter)
