The next morning.

As soon as the morning class was over, Nannan stood up and ran to the backyard happily.

But before she could run two steps, Cheng Fan picked her up with one hand, and his short legs were still shaking in the air.

"Nannan, do you still remember the copying of your teacher yesterday?"

Ah? Is there anything like this?

Nannan was stunned and her calves stopped shaking.

The little Nannan was happy and even forgot about her punishment.

It was not until Cheng Fan reminded her that she remembered that she was punished by her master for copying morning class scriptures fifty times because she ran around alone yesterday.

And he also punished Sister Huanhuan for copying it five hundred times, and the master himself even punished himself a thousand times!

Xiao Nannan immediately cried and said weakly:

"Master, Nannan remembers it. Can you wait until tomorrow to copy it?"

Seeing Cheng Fan's unquestionable eyes, Xiao Nannan pursed her mouth.

I had to go back to her small desk and sit down, preparing to copy the scriptures.

Looking at the many thick Taoist scriptures on the desk, Xiao Nannan was stunned.

Fifty times, fifty times.

How long does it take to copy this?

Life is not easy, Nannan sighs.

How long does it take for Sister Huanhuan and Master to copy?

Xiao Nannan rubbed her head in distress and turned to look at Cheng Fan and Xu Huan.

The next second, Xiao Nannan widened her Kazilan's big eyes.

I saw Cheng Fan and Xu Huan copying scriptures quickly.

In just one minute, Cheng Fan finished writing a relatively thin Taoist scripture.

Xu Huan's speed was much slower, and she couldn't recite it like Cheng Fan, but it seemed that the speed was already very fast.

No, Nannan also needs to work hard!

You can’t let your master and sister Huanhuan look down on you!

Xiao Nannan secretly cheered herself up and copied it neatly in the field grid homework book.

Thanks to the blessing of Teacher Duoduo in kindergarten, Xiao Nannan made great progress in writing.

The performances of Xiao Nannan and Xu Huan were taken in Cheng Fan's eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

They did not do it perfunctorily, but copied it seriously.

After Xiao Nannan wrote two pages of paper, Cheng Fan came over and took pictures of Xiao Nannan.

"Nannan, go for breakfast first."

"Uh-huh!"

Xiao Nannan suddenly felt excited and finished writing the paragraph she was copying, then threw it down and rushed to the backyard.

"Big Hu, Nannan is here to play with you..."

Xu Huan also put down his pen and rubbed his wrists.

He said distressedly: "Master, I found that when I copy the scriptures, my mind will soon calm down. It would be great if I could enter into meditation so quickly when I practiced."

Cheng Fan looked at her beautiful fonts and nodded with a smile.

"Just calm down your mind. Copying scriptures can help you stabilize your mind. If your mind is stable, your cultivation will be twice the result with half the effort."

"Now your goal is to break through the ninth level of Qi training and you can start preparing for foundation building."

When Xu Huan heard Cheng Fan's words, he was stunned.

The foundation-building stage is what she knows about entering the Tao.

Before I knew it, I was only one step away from building the foundation?

A year ago, I was still a new monk who was less than in the late stage of Qi training.

In order to break through a mere Qi training stage, a plan for nearly twenty years has been formulated...

Thinking of this, Xu Huan's eyes were slightly moist.

Fortunately, my master picked up her seriously injured and brought her in, which made her now...

I really don’t know how to repay the master.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Cheng Fan looked a little melancholy and thought she was worried about the failure of foundation building.

After all, the monks in this world are not easy to walk during the Qi training period, and entering the Tao seems to be like a natural barrier to them.

It is understandable that Xu Huan had some fear in her heart.

Cheng Fan comforted, "Don't worry, with me here, building the foundation is not a problem for you, it's just a piece of cake."

Upon hearing this, a trace of shock flashed in Xu Huan's eyes, and a little expectation was faintly seen.

"Master, do you think I have hope of entering the Golden Elixir Stage?"

There were little stars flashing in Xu Huan's eyes, and he looked at Cheng Fan with bright eyes.

"Ouch!"

Xu Huan exclaimed and covered his smooth forehead.

A red mark appeared on it.

Cheng Fan withdrew his finger and said with a stern face: "I am so ambitious, I will break through the ninth level of Qi training first."

Xu Huan covered her forehead and stuck out her tongue embarrassedly.

...

After breakfast, Cheng Fan returned to the main hall to meditate and waited for the pilgrims to come to the door as usual.

Xu Huan was cleaning the Taoist temple, and Xiao Nannan took her homework book to the back hall to copy, and each of them became busy.

At three o'clock in the sun, a wisp of blue smoke rose in the main hall.

Seeing that no pilgrims came, Cheng Fan reopened three incense candles and bowed respectfully.

It is strange that since he inherited the Taoist temple, he has not repaired the statue of the Taoist Ancestor God of the Three Pure Land.

Logically speaking, after so long, some ashes should have fallen on the statue.

But whenever Cheng Fan was about to clean up, the statue of the Sanqing Dao Ancestor God looked spotless, making him unable to start.

Could it be that Xu Huan cleaned it quietly?

pretty close.

Just as Cheng Fan was incense and was about to go to the back hall to see how Xiao Nannan was progressing, and then went to the backyard to bask in the sun and take some time to have some leisure time, a group of people embarked on the road to asking for their hearts.

...

"Go slowly! Stay steady and take good care of my second uncle!"

"Okay! Brother Meng, don't worry!"

Under the leadership of Li Meng, the four big men carried the sedan chair and set out on the road to ask for their hearts.

On the sedan chair is Li Meng's second uncle, Mr. Li, who has a close relationship with Cheng Fan's parents.

At this time, Mr. Li was weak, his aura was declining, and his face was extremely difficult to see. No one looked like he was in his life and had to be carried by someone to walk.

It was never the first time Cheng Fan saw him, and he was strolling with a strong energy.

Mr. Li, covered in calluses, held an ebony box tightly, and his turbid eyes looked ahead without any consciousness. There was a layer of darkness in front of him, and he could see nothing.

"Xiao Meng, how long will it take to arrive?"

"Second uncle, we'll be here soon! We've already gone up the mountain!"

"well……"

When he said these few words, Mr. Li seemed to have used up all his strength.

Li Meng was anxious and wanted to fly into the Taoist temple to find Cheng Fan to help him.

Four people carrying simple wooden sedan chairs were walking steadily on the road to ask for their hearts.

The man in the lead saw Li Meng's anxious and panic expression and comforted him: "Mengzi, don't be anxious, this mountain road is easy to walk, save effort! We will arrive soon!"

"That's right, the immortals from Dripping Water Temple will definitely cure the old man, and there will be no trouble."

"Didn't that say that the Taoist priest has only been away for one day, and he must be in the sight today!"

Hearing the comforting words of everyone and seeing a corner of the Taoist temple gate, Li Meng also felt a little hope in his heart.
Chapter completed!