Learning Arts

When Mr. Gong heard what I said, he didn't say anything anymore. Instead, he glanced at me deeply and said in a deep voice: "What's your name?"

"Chen Jiu!" I said truthfully.

"Okay, then I will call you Xiaojiu from now on." He nodded and stared at me closely, "To be honest, I see the shadow of my master in you. I hope that in the future you can be my master's unfinished business."

As you have done, keep doing it.”

"good!"

I nodded heavily, even without his words, I would still do this.

But, I don’t know why, but a very strange thought suddenly came into my mind. Could this Niu Huai be my master?

However, this thought was only for a moment, and I immediately rejected this statement!

The reason is very simple. Although this senior Niu Huai is also a talented person, he is not as high as my master!

To put it bluntly, through the few words they just said, I came to a conclusion, that is, Senior Niu Huai should have many enemies in the metaphysical world, otherwise, there would be no rumors of being surrounded and suppressed.

Through these years of judgment, I have a general understanding of the master. He should be a person respected by people from all walks of life in the metaphysical world, and he is by no means hostile.

I have been working as a coffin bearer for so many years, and everyone who knows who my master is has great respect for me.

In other words, if Senior Niu Huai is really my master.

Then, his pace changed again!

Looking at Mr. Gong's actions, I just felt that this was not pouring tung oil on the coffin, but a visual enjoyment.

At the same time, Han Qiu, who was similar to me, was staring at Mr. Gong with astonishment and disbelief on his face.

"When pouring tung oil, you must first bow three times toward the east to show respect for the gods." Mr. Gong said while bowing three times toward the east.

He stopped and said with a smile: "Well, it depends on whether you can learn these two things at once. If you can, then you can know what it is. I can only tell you that that thing is my master's treasure. I can open it for you."

The door to the new world."

The strange thing is that the tung oil barrel is obviously tilted a lot, but the tung oil inside overflows very slowly, as if it is controlled by something.

The steps under his feet were particularly strange. First, the toes of his feet appeared to be in opposition. Then, his feet quickly spread apart, forming a triangle. He said loudly: "Looking at something from a distance, there is nothing like it. The three are realized.

, only seeing the emptiness, observing emptiness is also emptiness, emptiness is nothing, emptiness is nothing, nothing is nothing, nothing is nothing, it is pure and always silent; there is nothing silent."

"Also, what did the old scholar mean by what he said in the coffin?"

"What surprise?" I frowned, a little confused as to what medicine he was selling in his gourd.

He...he...his legs actually turned 360 degrees in a circle, but his body remained still.

I swallowed. Although I knew some patrols, I never knew there was such a pace here.

Every movement he made was like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any sloppiness, but his expression was extremely relaxed.

In an instant, the egg fell on the coffin lid and did not move at all!

wipe!

I wiped my eyeballs vigorously and took a clear look!

That’s right!

After doing this action, he recited plausibly: "Madam, the spirit likes to be pure, but the heart is disturbed. The human heart likes to be quiet, and it wants to lead it. It can often calm its desire, and the mind will be calm, and the mind will be clear.

Self-purification. Naturally, the six desires will not arise and the three poisons will be eliminated. Therefore, those who cannot do it are because their hearts are not clear and their desires are not released."

He said: "Xiao Jiu, you have to understand this patrol and the "Pineapple Sutra of Patrolling the South" clearly. If you can learn it at once, I have a surprise for you."

Unless that person's legs are broken.

However, even so, I feel that this senior Niu Huai is definitely inextricably linked to my master.

I muttered a few words in my heart, shook off the thoughts in my mind, looked at Mr. Gong, and found that he was also staring at me. I asked him: "What's wrong?"

Thinking of this, the pace of his feet changed again. This time, his pace almost shocked me.

His feet literally rotated 360 degrees.

The 360 ​​degrees just now is definitely something that only ordinary people can achieve.

The moment I had this idea, Old Gong moved his hands. He lifted the tung oil bucket to be level with the coffin, and slowly fell it towards the head of the coffin.

He smiled and said no more, but picked up the tung oil bucket.

"Master, who are you? When will you see me?"

"What?" I asked quickly.

Thinking about this, I feel a little frustrated.

All right!

He smiled and said, "My master once told me when he taught me about patrolling and the "Pineapple Sutra of Touring the South" that if one day I meet a coffin bearer who can learn this in one go, let me give that person something.

"

But Lao Tian didn't show any change in his expression. Instead, he smiled and said, "Palace Master, this is Mr. Gong's ability. There are only two people around us who can do this."

"Xiao Jiu, watch carefully. Your steps must match the scriptures. If you take a wrong step, the egg will not stand up." Mr. Gong said as he walked to the front of the coffin.

They shouldn't have much respect for me. On the contrary, their attitude towards me should be to get rid of it and then quickly.

It was this difference that made me instantly judge that Senior Niu Huai was not my master.

It seems like something is eye-catching.

Grass!

Is this something humans can do?

He had already said this, so what else could I say, except: "Okay! I'll be in trouble with Mr. Gong."

At this moment, he slowly moved his right leg over, his feet were in a half-moon shape, and he muttered something plausibly.

After saying this, he picked up three eggs and threw them towards the coffin lid.

After the tung oil was completely poured out, Mr. Gong took a deep breath, slammed the tung oil barrel in his hand on the ground, and shouted loudly, "The world is infinite, the universe is borrowed! Stand!"

Although I had previously penetrated the tung oil barrel with a nail, because the nail was not big and the speed was very fast, there was no hole in the barrel, and no tung oil spilled out.

When he thought of this, his expression turned pale, and his feet began to move.

"Xiaojiu, you see clearly, this is the first step of the patrol!" Mr. Gong greeted me and took a sudden step!

With this step, his left leg spanned about sixty centimeters, and his right leg stopped in place without moving at all, while the tung oil bucket in his hand was still level with the coffin, slowly overflowing.

"Xiaojiu, have you remembered everything just now?" Mr. Gong clapped his hands and looked towards me.

To be honest, I did memorize it all, but I dare not say that I have learned it, because the action he just performed was too difficult.

It feels like reaching heaven.

I swallowed my saliva and said awkwardly: "I wrote it down, but I probably didn't learn it."
Chapter completed!