Ye Xiayou finally understood what Zhang Sanfeng meant. Compared with what his brother told him about Shi Gandang's so-called
The surrender of "gifting a great opportunity" was actually more acceptable because the Wudang Taoist priest said it euphemistically.
He then heard Zhang Sanfeng continue: "Actually, the heads of the past dynasties have never paid much attention to this prophecy. If we follow our hearts and let nature take its course, we cannot be disturbed by external objects. The bad thing is that there is fish in Han. That incompetent outsider kid provoked you and asked that old guy Zhang Jiuding to pick up the excrement pile from five hundred years ago and smell it. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or a mistake, but now, it really fits better. This prophecy." Stopping at the door of a wing, Zhang Sanfeng began to reach into his arms and rub the old mud on his body again,
"That old guy Zhang Xutuo really saw the next five hundred years. Damn it, I can't even predict what will happen in five days. This old guy really has a hammer." The talkative Zhang The three seals were quite appealing to the great monk. The two great monks who had been listening to the book from heaven and couldn't understand anything were able to understand this and grinned in agreement.
"What's the point?"
"Hammer skills." Ask and answer, enjoying yourself. As if he just remembered that there were two great monks following him, Zhang Sanfeng stopped Zhang Jiue from opening the door.
"Two young masters, wait outside?" The two monks were surprisingly cooperative this time, and they were even unwilling to say more. They were like two door gods standing at the door. This reaction made Ye Sangeng really puzzled.
Signaling Zhang Jiue to open the door, Zhang Sanfeng gave a further explanation.
"I'll take you to see my Taoist lotus pond." In the astonishment of the Ye family siblings, Zhang Jiue opened the ingenious copper lock and pushed open the thin wooden door that didn't match the lock. He saw two great monks. Without any warning, he ducked in and ran inside, taking advantage of every opportunity.
That's right. Being quiet and obedient is not the style of these two great monks at all. Ye San Geng thought so.
But what was absolutely unacceptable in the middle of the night was that in the next moment of the blink of an eye, two great monks suddenly stopped. Zhang Sanfeng did not see any movement, and his hands, one left and one right, covered the monks' shoulders, letting the big monks move. How could the monk break free and not move at all.
Not only the hands covering their shoulders, but also their feet seemed to be connected to the ground, unable to move.
Like taking root. Immediately afterwards, bamboo shoots sprouted out of the ground and were brought loose. Zhang Sanfeng retracted his arms, and the two great monks who could remain as immovable as mountains after entering the Vajra realm were unexpectedly but reasonably pulled back. .
The castration was so severe that he actually jumped over the corridor and leaned against the railing and fell outside, where he fell and chewed mud.
"Little monk, monks keep their word and don't lie." Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile. Two great monks had never suffered such a loss. Even though they knew they were no match, the two tiger men rolled up their sleeves and stepped forward.
In the rules of dealing with these two great monks who are supposed to cultivate the pure mind of Bodhi, they have to fight even if they can't fight. The momentum must be sufficient, and the word "escape" must not be allowed.
So Yi Shui said: "I was distracted just now. Let's try again. If you can move me this time, I will kneel down and kowtow to you." Here, Ye Xiayou was about to speak to stop Zhang San. Feng Jianran waved his hand, and with just a wave of his robe sleeves, the air flow rolled. Together with the midnight night standing in the middle, as well as the mountains and rivers far away, he could clearly feel the air rolling here.
The situation changes with the wave of a hand, nothing more than that.
"Saint Master Daoji is also a great person who has achieved Zhengguo. After decades of unremarkable enlightenment, all the four elements are in vain. All emotions and desires are gone. Why are you two so impatient? You are too angry." Due to this mysterious skill, even the two reckless people like Yishan and Yishui, who never consider the consequences of doing things, are still a little frightened. Isn't this cultivation that can easily bring about the power of heaven and earth just the method of an immortal?
Although there may be a world of difference between the immortals on earth and the immortals in the sky in the eyes of those who seek to prove the Tao and achieve immortality, what is the difference between the ability to control the power of heaven and earth through transcendent cognition and the so-called methods of gods in the eyes of the world? ?
It's not impossible to wave your hand and be destroyed into ashes. Can you scare people, whether they are in heaven or on earth? Yishan Yishui couldn't help but flinch a little, thinking that his master could wave his hands to make him do several somersaults when he was far away from him. This had nothing to do with the gap in cultivation, it was just an instinctive fear.
After all, I had been beaten frequently since I was a child, and it has been deeply rooted in my bones and deeply remembered.
"If we have the ability, let's fight each other." Yishan shouted spinelessly, but he never took a step closer.
"Whoever screams love first is the grandson." Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly.
"You two melon boys are so lovable." Afraid that the two restless monks would continue to mess around, Ye Xiayou said at the right time: "Okay, don't make a fool of yourself and wait here." One thing falls after another, He is afraid of Jiazi at home and afraid of people outside. Anyway, the great monk who is not afraid of heaven and earth can be said to be manipulated by these two women from the Ye family.
The two great monks were beating snakes with sticks. Anyone could see that they were already shrinking from their aura, but they were still tough-talking.
Yishan curled his lips and said: "Ye Xiayou, I will give you a face, don't be as knowledgeable as him." Yi Shui agreed,
"That's it, so as not to say that our Buddhist sect bullies the few with the more." Zhang Sanfeng reached into his arms again, as if this Taoist priest whose behavior is completely contrary to the purity of the Taoist sect and who is always slovenly and unkempt always does this when he is happy. A very unpleasant move.
He wasn't angry either, and still showed his affection for these two great monks who were obviously a bit strong in front of him.
"After I finish settling the matter here, I have to go down the mountain and discuss with the Holy Master Daoji, let you two abandon Buddhism and become Taoism, and become brothers with Zhang Yunji." A look of disdain,
"Look at my master beating you all over the floor." Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily again. In the middle of the night, I was completely convinced by these two monks, and I wished I could go to the fire and let this topless Taoist priest with unfathomable cultivation be beaten to death.
Obviously, the idea was unrealistic. Although he had always ignored the two brothers, Ye San knew better that the three disciples in the Sage Temple, two men and one woman, were the weakness that the self-deprecating monk could not touch.
He beat and scolded others, not to mention doors and windows. He sighed in the middle of the night, quite helplessly.
"Aren't you annoying?" Ye Xiayou said in an impatient tone, not being polite to the two great monks at all. The two great monks shrank their necks and did not dare to breathe. Before leaving, they gave Zhang Sanfeng a provocative look, which made the Taoist priest laugh again.
Zhang Jiu'e was probably more helpless than the middle of the night when it came to the verbal quarrel between his great-grandfather and his uncle. He had already quietly walked into the wing, turning a deaf ear to what was going on outside.
Poor old Taoist, his Taoist heart was destroyed over and over again by his elder who was more than ten years younger than him. He didn't dare to be angry and didn't dare to speak out, so he had to suffer by himself.
Entering that inconspicuous house like many wing rooms, Zhang Jiue carefully closed the door, stepped on several obscure directions that coincided with the hexagrams, and then the machine spring turned and the machine rumbling, obviously On the clean ground that had to be cleaned every day, two stone doors opened downward, followed by a bottomless corridor.
This time it was Zhang Jiue who entered first, holding a fire stick and lighting the lamp oil embedded in the wall. As the line of fire quickly spread in, the light suddenly brightened at the end, and the entrance was dimly illuminated. Zhang Jiue stepped aside and stood respectfully to one side.
Ye Xiaer listened carefully to the subtle sound of wind coming from the corridor in the underground secret room. Even if he couldn't see, he could still make a general guess at this time.
Zhang Sanfeng said politely when he shouldn't be polite, "Please." Ye San couldn't help but frown. On the other hand, Ye Xiayou didn't know if it was not surprising that he couldn't see clearly, so he raised his hand to signal Ye Zangeng to help him over.
"This is an underground tunnel, a secret room." Ye Sangen reminded in a low voice. Ye Xiayou simply grabbed his brother's arm.
"Can you eat people?" Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but chuckle and said: "The female donor is calm and calm, she is a person of great ability, but the night donor is a bit petty." Ye Sangeng is now annoyed with this topless Taoist priest, as if he had been there for several hours Qian Shi Gandang was trying to flatter himself all the time, but now this Taoist priest who looked more like a sorghum stalk than Yishui spared no effort to praise Ye Xie Yu, and his intention to please was very blatant.
But I was always compared with myself, which made me extremely unhappy on the third night.
"If you say anything bad about my brother again, I will leave immediately." Ye Xiayou finally showed some anger,
"I don't care who you are, whether you are protecting or covering up. If you have something to say, don't be weird." Zhang Sanfeng showed a very good temper, but it seemed that he had touched the other party's bottom line. The Taoist priest was still smiling, He raised his hand and slapped his mouth repeatedly, and said, "I just opened my mouth like this, and there is no one to stop me. I can't blame the female donor." This made Zhang Jiu'e feel quite embarrassed.
Ye Xia'er's protection of his family was obvious to all, and Zhang Jiu'e really couldn't understand why his great-uncle had to challenge the other party's temper.
You know, in daily contact, this Wudang generation leader who speaks and behaves unconventionally does not even talk to outsiders.
Could it be that just like what he did just now, Uncle Zeng was testing the mind of this blind woman? Zhang Jiue was confused for a moment.
In the middle of the night, I helped my sister into the corridor first. Unlike the plain oil outside the mountains, which produces black smoke and a pungent smell when burned, the specially made lamp oil made of rosin exudes a faint fragrance, which makes people feel meditative for no reason.
On the walls on both sides of the corridor, the first thing you notice is the five thousand words of the "Tao Te Ching" written in handwriting. The fonts are of different sizes, some are beautiful small regular script, some are elegant and wild cursive, there are also some unexpected typos, and one stroke after another is just like the one when I first went to elementary school. Children's writing is generally crooked.
Obviously it was not written by one person. One article after another, there are seven or eight articles on both sides of the ninety-nine steps with profound meaning, which symbolizes the return of ninety-nine to one.
Seeing the people watching all the way in the middle of the night, Zhang Sanfeng introduced: "I have sent all the leaders of the past to write this. Those who are literate will write a few more sentences, and those who are illiterate will write a few." In the middle of the night, he suddenly remembered the same thing. Everywhere is the same. On the knife wall in the secluded sect of my family, whenever a knife is born, the knife maker will carve an inscription on it, which means opening and opening.
There are countless densely packed books, no less numerous than the thousands of people here. In the middle of the night, I looked a little dazed, and my mind was wandering, as if there was a flow of energy, which filled the corridor with a refreshing warmth.
Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help frowning and looked at Zhang Jiue who was catching up. A pure martial artist outside the mountain could actually have a slight connection with the Taoist sect. He closed his eyes and felt it in the middle of the night, and then let go. The energy in his body that had never been full since it reached the ninth level during this period seemed to become active in his breathing. That day At night, one qi can travel 90,000 miles across the meridians, and one sword can break through the nine heavens.
He was thinking about how domineering he felt at that moment. In the blink of an eye, the whole body feels relaxed, and the 3,600 pores open and close as if following the breathing. A faint breath emerges from the sea of qi, and travels around the whole body in an instant, feeling comfortable throughout the body.
It's like a spark that starts a prairie fire. A small square inch of land is like turning over a hand to check for the smallest detail. Heaven and earth are born together here, and all things are unique at this time.
After a good nine turns, the nine turns between heaven and earth return to the original state, and the details are clear. Breathing is natural, breathing brings peace.
