Since that day when he was fed the "Zi Mu Chong Er Life and Death Pill", Bai Fengguang has not been back.
And Ye Wumian did not follow this person secretly or understand what he was doing.
It's not because of trust in a pill, but because Ye Wumian has his own plans.
Anyway, Zhou Qingshuang has been saved. The only thing left for her to do is to confront Baishuiquan and learn about the past events of Luo Fanxi and Mrs. Jingyi.
His plan was to wait for the opportunity to take action after the poetry annotation conference.
It is better to seek help from others than from yourself.
Instead of waiting eagerly for Bai Fengguang to bring him good news and placing his hopes on this unreliable person, it is better to get rid of the chaotic situation and rely on his own ability to get it.
Through cold-eyed observation in the dark these past few days, the current Jinding Gate is actually a mess.
The small Jinding Sect must not only save face by holding a poetry annotation conference, but also prevent Gu Baiquan and Wenjia from coming to stir up trouble, and maintain the fight with the Mingyue Sect. In addition, the underground human trafficking business must continue...
If Baishuiquan knew that there was still a sleepless man hiding in the ancestor's ancestral hall, spying on him, he would not be able to sleep peacefully at night.
In such chaos, the combat power of the six reverse communication masters possessed by Jinding Sect could not actually play a big role.
Because of this, Ye Wumian didn't pay much attention to Bai Fengguang's actions, so when he reported his actions in the past few days in front of him and tried to claim credit, Ye Wumian just snorted coldly and said:
"You said you stole "The Book of Organs" and "Collected Poems of Tang Yin". Where are those two books? Why haven't you submitted them yet? Do you want me to beg you before you are willing to take out those two books?"
As he spoke, he did not conceal the aura and pressure of a master in the reverse realm, and released his inner strength to the outside, forming a restrained force in the dialogue.
He doesn't have a good tone or temper for such a person. Thinking about that mangy dog being so servile, he still got beaten and scolded in return. In this person's eyes, there is only a master-slave relationship between people, and there is no equal communication.
Sure enough, seeing that Ye Wumian didn't buy it at all, Bai Fengguang smiled sarcastically, took out two books from the bag he was carrying, and presented them respectfully.
He originally had a wishful thinking, hoping to use these two books to find the antidote to the "Mother and Child Chonger Life and Death Pill" from Ye Wumian.
After all, the things he promised to sleepless nights have already been taken care of. The four helpers his father Baishuiquan spent a lot of money to hire will leave after tomorrow's poetry annotation meeting when they find that the promised things cannot be fulfilled. , by then, Jindingmen will be a veritable mom-and-pop shop, and it’s really easy to get started.
With such merit, how can you not take the opportunity to seek reward?
Who knows that sleepless nights are not easy to deal with, so he had to give up.
Ye Wumian took two books and handed one of them, a large and thick book called "The Book of Organs", to Jiang Pan and said, "Sister Pan'er, take a look at this book. Is it the real "Book of Organs"? through"?"
He himself opened another slightly thin booklet, turned to a random page, and started reading.
"In Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, there are peach blossom fairies in Peach Blossom Temple.
The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms to sell for wine money.
When you are sober, you just sit in front of flowers; when you are drunk, you have to sleep under flowers.
Drunk and sober day after day, flowers bloom before and after year after year.
I hope that I will die of old age among the flowers and wine, and do not want to bow in front of the carriage..."
After reading this poem, the desolate image of a dissolute and frustrated drunkard appeared before Ye Wumian's eyes.
At the same time, his eyes were shining brightly, and he had a sense of enlightenment.
Previously in Izumo Station, he had been struggling with the understanding of "originally nothing".
How can we regard the "heart" as an entity and see it as "nothing"?
When I touched my chest, it was pounding. Close to the ground, even with the earth, there are traces of its existence and influence.
But when he read, "When you are sober, you have to sit in front of flowers; when you are drunk, you have to sleep with flowers." He briefly forgot about this self-interested entanglement.
I briefly forgot the evidence of the existence of that small area.
When you are awake, you are surrounded by flowers, and when you are drunk, you are also surrounded by flowers. No matter you are awake or drunk, they are just flowers. It doesn’t matter what you think, or how others see it.
Maybe, "originally nothing" originally pointed to other people's hearts?
Ye Wumian was excited, and an unprecedented sense of enlightenment bloomed from the bottom of his heart.
Although Tang Bohu did not have such thoughts when he wrote this poem, and when the Sixth Patriarch Huineng wrote "originally there is nothing", he did not regard other people's hearts as his own.
However, the Creator loves everyone's private understanding and never hesitates to reward anyone who is consistent.
Just when Ye Wumian was ecstatic and striding forward, almost entering an unprecedented realm, Jiang Pan's scream of surprise pulled him out of this precious enlightenment.
"Yes, brother Zi Zai, this is the "Gun Sutra", the genuine "Gun Sutra"! It is the "Gun Sutra" that my mother gave in exchange for her son!"
Jiang Pan has an out-of-the-box temperament, and such a joyful voice is the expression of her true nature. She didn't know what Ye Wumian was going through, so she didn't suppress her inner voice deliberately, but inadvertently interrupted Ye Wumian's enlightenment.
Ye Wumian was startled. The original state of body and mind turned into nothingness in an instant. He stared blankly at the fireworks-filled ancestral hall and Bai Fengguang's disgusting face.
"well……"
Last time, at Izumo Station, he was not enlightened enough and could not complete the enlightenment.
This time, in the ancestral hall of the ancestors, when they were getting into a good mood, they were interrupted by Jiang Pan.
Both times there was no exception: once you exited this mysterious state, you could no longer immerse yourself in it.
He picked up Tang Bohu's collection of poems again, read and read again, from "Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can't see through it" to "I miss you when I walk, I miss you when I sit"; "At the end of the year, when the weather is cold and nothing happens, I look at the plum blossoms in Zhushi Temple", I read, "How can this feeling express lovesickness? A love word, a love poem."
Every time I read a sentence, there is a harvest, but the feeling of a sudden glimpse before is unique and cannot be replicated.
Ye Wumian shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"The opportunity has not come yet, the opportunity has not come yet!"
Seeing Jiang Pan flipping through the "Book of Organs", looking so ecstatic and as if he had found a treasure, it was hard to blame her for being sleepless all night.
After all, he personally gave her the Book of Organs to see if it was true.
This can be regarded as the cause and effect planted by oneself. How can one blame others?
Only Chu Yan could see the strangeness in Wumian Ye.
He smiled and comforted him: "Master, don't be discouraged. Although this opportunity is fleeting, it will definitely happen again in the future. For example, even if the Tengu eclipses the sun, even if it is rare, you will not be able to see such a spectacle once or twice. Really? Besides, how many days have passed since the last time you enlightened me? It is conceivable that the next opportunity will not be too far away."
In Chu Yan's gentle voice, Ye Wumian felt a little comforted.
Although enlightenment was interrupted, it was not completely without gain.
In Tang Bohu's poems, everything he had just read became a sword move, which he rehearsed over and over again in his mind.
It can be said that he is self-taught without a teacher.
According to Xiao Qianyun's previous words, Tang Bohu's collection of poems corresponds to the spear skills he derived, but Ye Wumian understood the sword moves from them.
Ye Wumian felt that his sword-playing hand was already "unbearably thirsty."
If he hadn't been in the ancestor's ancestral hall, he might have had a hearty dance.
