Wang Suizhen was speechless, and after a while he said again: "But...but Master, you just defeated Bai Zhenyi's swordsmanship, I still don't know how to..."
"That's not swordsmanship, that's realm. If you're not at that realm, you won't know it no matter how hard I teach you! Once you've reached the realm, you'll know it by yourself. Who else will teach you?" Mu Fengzhi looked like he hated iron. expression.
"Then... Then please ask Master to teach me how to improve my realm?" Wang Suizhen finally hugged his thigh and refused to let go, so he made up his mind to get some benefits from Master no matter what!
"This is not difficult. It starts from the heart and stops from the heart."
"My disciple doesn't understand, so please let me know for sure." Wang Suizhen knelt down and kowtowed deeply to his master.
"I've made it clear. I've made it clear again and again. Why are you asking? Haven't you heard that those who learn from me will live and those who resemble me will die?" Mu Fengzhi rolled his eyes.
"Then Bai Zhenyi cut off my arm with a knife, Master, you pretended to be back for me. Later, Bai Zhenyi chopped us into pieces with a knife, and Master also changed back. What happened?" Wang Suizhen was not afraid of Master's anger, so he just I was going to break the casserole and get to the bottom of it, so I directly asked about the specific magical power.
"That's just a fantasy in the minds of you and Bai Zhenyi! How can a broken arm be restored to its original state? Can a person grow back after being cut into pieces? How can such a thing happen in the world?" Mu Fengzhi looked at Wang Suizhen, with a look of confusion on his face. Look at the expression like a stupid pig.
At this time, Wang Bo'an had helped the child who regained consciousness to come over. Because he avoided Wang Suizhen's sect rules, he sat far away.
Mu Fengzhi asked Wang Suizhen to get up, then waved Wang Bo'an and the child to sit aside, and said with a smile: "Yun Zhongzi, come over too, let's listen to the old stories together."
Wang Suizhen didn't understand who Master He was calling Yun Zhongzi? But looking at the look of surprise and understanding on Wang Boan's face, it was obvious that the master was calling him.
Wang Bo'an bowed and said, "Mr. Gao is a man of profound moral practice. I don't know his surname. What is his Taoist name?"
Mu Fengzhi waved his hand and said: "There is no need for so many false courtesy. My name is Mu Fengzhi. I am not a monk, and I have no Taoist title. In fact, you and I are not that similar, but we are old friends. Do you still remember my friend when you were five years old?" Are you a monk?"
When Wang Boan was born, her mother had a dream. In the dream, a god stood in the clouds and handed the child to her!
So after he was born, his father and grandfather named him - Wang Yun!
As a result, Wang Boan was still unable to speak when he was five years old. Everyone said that he might have been born mute!
Later, a wandering old monk said: "What a good boy, it's a pity that the truth has been revealed!"
Wang Bo'an's grandfather Wang Lun consulted his father Wang Hua for a long time, and then he changed his name from Wang Yun to Wang Shouren. From then on, he began to speak!
Wang Bo'an naturally knew this very well, but what the old monk looked like was already unclear to him.
"Are you that great master? You don't look like a monk, but a Taoist priest?" Wang Bo'an was a little confused.
"That monk is not me. That old monk is a great monk. That day he passed by your house with me. After he said those words to you, he left. I was far behind him. Following him, we had a chance encounter at that time."
Only then did Wang Boan understand, but he was only a five-year-old child at the time and had no memory of it.
He was very grateful to the Qianzhong master. If it hadn't been for that great monk, he might still be mute now? Then he asked: "Where is Master Qianzhong now? I want to pay a visit to his old man."
Mu Fengzhi scratched his head and said: "As I sit here now, the old monk Qianzhong has naturally passed away. He left without even a relic. It would be a little troublesome to visit him, I'm afraid I can't Okay, but if you have anything you can tell me, I can tell him if I meet him again."
Mu Fengzhi's words made Wang Suizhen and Wang Boyan feel a little frightened, thinking: "Since Qianzhong Monk has passed away, how can we meet him again? Tell him? What does it mean?"
Mu Fengzhi saw that Wang Suizhen and Wang Bo were calm and not thinking about their families. Only the child's black eyes were rolling around, and he said helplessly: "Okay, let's stop gossiping and get back to the topic. Let's continue talking about the past."
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Sixty-five years ago, Mu Fengzhi was born into a wealthy family.
As I grow older, my talent gradually becomes apparent.
As the saying goes: Everything is of inferior quality, except for good reading. Mu Feng is talented and intelligent. He has studied the books of sages since he was a child. He was born as a middle-aged boy at the age of eight and became a scholar at the age of twelve. His father who gave birth to a son in his later years after being addicted to Coca-Cola supported his son with all his strength. Get fame.
As a result, extreme joy led to sorrow. From the age of twelve to the age of thirty-two, there was no gain.
His father, Mu Cheng, was too old and fell ill, and his mother soon died with him.
Mu Fengzhi's wife became pregnant and gave birth five years later. As a result, she lost two lives, including the adults and children.
Thirty-seven-year-old Mu Fengzhi once again failed to pass the examination and returned home.
Originally a happy and prosperous family, he was left alone.
He was immersed in the mountains and seas of books, not engaged in production, and did not know how to do business. He became poorer and poorer, and his family situation plummeted. Finally, when he was thirty-eight years old, he could no longer open the pot!
Looking at the originally spacious and bright house, it is now broken and mottled, with weeds growing on the roof, and the door that used to be shiny and oily is now lined with mold.
Mu Fengzhi completely woke up from the pile of books.
What was originally a good life turned into such a miserable situation, who can be blamed?
Those who cannot honor their ancestors and obtain fame are failures.
Walking on the street, everyone pointed at him, and all their words were full of ridicule.
"Coward!"
"waste!"
"Poor guy!"
"Rubbish!"
Walking on the street, even children as young as five or six years old have a strong look of disdain on their faces.
When neighbors scold their children or quarrel with each other, Mu Fengzhi becomes an indispensable ingredient: "Are you going to become a poor murderer like Mu Fengzhi, the head of the village?"
"Are you going to become Mu Fengzhi, a poor scholar?"
"Don't you know that Mu Fengzhi at the head of the village is a loser? You are about to become a waste like him!"
Mu Fengzhi sometimes wondered if the wall was also laughing at him? Was the gate laughing at him too? Was the bed board also laughing at him?
When he was dreaming, no one even praised him in the dream.
Even God seemed to despise him.
From being arrogant and arrogant when he was young, he has become discouraged.
Mu Fengzhi knew that there was no way he could change himself, nor could he make any progress in his eight-part essay.
When will these days end?
Maybe even when you are sixty-two years old, you still won't be able to pass the examination.
No, that's wrong. In fact, he couldn't pass the exam even if he died.
When he was young, he thought it was easy to get a lot of people.
Only then did he realize that although he was a scholar, there was a huge gap between him and Juren.
That distance is the farthest distance in the world, and he can never reach it.
Mu Fengzhi finally got tired of it.
He was getting impatient.
He sold his only property, his ancestral home.
Although this ancestral property was purchased by his grandfather when he was young, he had it checked by the most famous Feng Shui master at that time. He found that it was a good Feng Shui that would prosper generations of descendants. Within five generations, a saint would be born!
Obviously, that Feng Shui master is boasting nonsense. He is only the fourth generation, so he is no longer good.
It was sold for one hundred and sixty-two cents of silver.
He wrapped all his silver in a rag bag, put down the Four Books and Five Classics that he had read for more than thirty years, and resolutely embarked on the road to seek immortality.
Yes, look for the Immortal.
Since it is so elusive and hard to find a candidate, it should be easier to find an immortal, right?
Mu Fengzhi, who has been interested in mysterious things since he was a child, is very familiar with the mountains in China where immortals may appear.
Before leaving, Mu Fengzhi, who was proficient in Yi studies, made a prediction for himself.
Hexagram 47 indicates that the lake is trapped by water, and the elephant says: There is no water in the lake, and it is trapped. A gentleman pursues his ambition with death.
He thought to himself: "This hexagram expresses my ambition. There is no water in the lake, and I am trapped in it. How can I succeed if I don't work hard? Working hard will definitely fulfill my ambition!"
Mu Fengzhi laughed loudly and slowly walked away under the surprised and puzzled eyes of the villagers and neighbors.
Dining and sleeping all the way, Mu Fengzhi visited many famous mountains and rivers, from Tianmu Mountain in Zhejiang, to Wuyi Mountain in Fujian, to Longhu Mountain and Sanqing Mountain in Jiangxi, to Wudang Mountain in Hubei, and finally to Qiyun Mountain in Anhui.
There is no immortal that he can like.
There are many practitioners on these mountains, and there are many great practitioners, but none of them can catch his eye, Mu Fengzhi!
Yes, when others go to the mountains to seek enlightenment, they are doing so to worship immortals and Buddhas.
Mu Fengzhi is quite different.
He wanted to be someone else's father.
Great monks, old Taoist priests, all of them have power, status and wealth. Who would want to have a poor scholar as their father?
The reason why Mu Fengzhi is so awesome is that he is tired of living.
Xunxian is just the last pride before death. He wants to completely vent the evil spirit he has suffered for most of his life, and then die.
Not to seek immortality, but to seek death.
Just die, but you can't die simply. You must despise all the highly respected so-called Taoist masters you meet before you die.
This is the last pride of his life as a useless and failed scholar.
All his money had been spent a long time ago. He had started a life of begging since he came down from Wuyi Mountain. He had to beg for food all the way to the fairy mountains and rivers behind.
You can be humble when begging for food, but when you meet an expert, you have to be arrogant. He will denounce anything the expert says!
Just so proud.
Or rather tsundere.
Finally, when he arrived at Qiyun Mountain, his weak body seemed to be unable to hold on.
It seems that Qiyun Mountain is his burial place.
On this day, he asked for a bowl of bean and vegetable soup that was like pig food. After eating, he started his mountain climbing journey.
After entering the mountain, he didn't encounter any people again. He wandered around Qiyun Mountain for three days. At noon on the third day, he climbed to the top of a mountain.
