Chapter 13 The words are refined, the ghost originates in the heart!
"What do you mean by this?"
Chen Cuo looked confused and looked at Zhou Youzi. Seeing his serious expression, his thoughts began to spin rapidly.
He noticed that Zhou Youzi's attitude in his words was even a little respectful, and he knew that this matter was not simple, but he just didn't understand the meaning behind his words.
"The method of incense and fire? It sounds like a method that pursues extraordinary things. But in the past few days, apart from copying books and promoting them, I have never been exposed to any methods, and I have no time to practice. Then Chen Fangqing himself doesn't have any skills.
Forget it, except for Mengze, there is nothing extraordinary about it, huh?"
When he thought of this, he remained calm on the surface, but his heart skipped a beat.
It’s not about Mengze, right?
Zhou Youzi observed Chen Cuo's expression, and then said: "Let's put it another way, did you write the article yourself, or did you need someone else's guidance?"
In fact, it was copied!
Does Pu Songling know?
You don't know, because it will be more than a thousand years before he is born.
Thinking this in his heart, Chen Cuo did not dare to be careless. The matter concerned Mengze, which may be the basis for his future settlement. He must not expose it. Otherwise, let alone other things, if it attracts covetousness, it would be out of his control.
However, Chen Cuo did not dare to speak too absolutely. If there was something weird, it would be difficult to correct it without leaving any room, so he hesitated for a moment and said: "To be honest with you, Taoist Master, this article was actually obtained in a dream.
I have already known it by heart, and I was thinking about writing it down silently, but someone happened to be interested in it, so I wrote it in one breath and distributed it to others. What, is there something wrong?"
"What you got in your dream?" Zhou Youzi narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Cuo.
"Exactly!"
Being looked at by this half-hearted Taoist, Chen Cuo suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He instinctively wanted to cover the gourd in his arms, but he held it back. The business negotiations in his previous life made him clear that small subconscious actions would have a negative impact on the current situation.
Down, it is very deadly and easily attracts the attention of the other party.
Soon, Zhou Youzi withdrew his gaze, his expression became a bit surprised and uncertain.
After pondering for a moment, he said: "Then, did the monarch gain anything else from this dream?"
"There are still some, but they are still vague." Now that he has found an excuse, Chen Cuo simply completes the lie. "According to past experience, if there is a prototype of an article in a dream, it will gradually become clear after a few days of sleep.
It’s like something forgotten in the past turns into fragments and is slowly remembered.”
Although it was a lie put together temporarily, he has experienced the world of business and is well versed in the art of fiction and reality. He used the details of the memory fragments he inherited from time travel to describe the truth. Even if the other party asks for details, he can answer them one by one.
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But Zhou Youzi did not continue to ask. Hearing the words "slowly remembering", he was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath, flicked his fingers slightly, and frowned, as if he had encountered some problem.
Chen Cuo sat for a while, but when he saw that the other party had no intention of speaking, he took another look at the talisman on the door and window, and finally boldly asked: "Taoist Master, what is the incense Tao you mentioned just now? Why do you think I am
Are you practicing?"
Zhou Youzi seemed to have come back to his senses, stopped his finger movements, and then said: "The way of incense is different from the practice method of monks like us, but it is also a way of seeking the path. It focuses on gathering people's thoughts and ideas to nourish themselves.
, According to my master, the Incense Taoism has only been around for a few hundred years. Compared with our Guangcheng Taoism, it is a relatively recent Taoism. Our Guangcheng Taoism has adopted hundreds of schools of thought, embraced hundreds of rivers, practiced self-cultivation, eliminated falsehoods and retained true ones, which can be called
The way of cultivation, and the way of incense and fire, relies on the human heart and thoughts..."
Hearing this, Chen Cuo couldn't help but be surprised. If he remembered correctly, when Zhou Youzi introduced his sect a few days ago, he said that his sect's main focus is on cultivating the mind. Isn't this more similar to the way of incense?
Seemingly seeing through Chen Cuo's thoughts, Zhou Youzi said: "My art, which borrows part of the way of mind, is mainly based on the Buddhist incense method, but its roots are still passed down from the pre-Qin Dynasty. It cultivates one's own mind and gathering."
The methods of other people's thoughts are different, and the methods of Incense Tao are all kinds of weird, and there are many unimaginable methods that can be used to practice, such as..."
He pointed to the bookshelf and said: "Written in books!"
Chen Cuo was startled.
Can you practice spiritual practice while writing a book? Is it such a good thing?
But then he realized that if writing books could lead to spiritual practice, Zhou Youzi asked before, and the problem might lie in the "Painted Skin" article.
As soon as he thought about it, Chen Cuo simply asked: "I dare to ask, sir, how to practice calligraphy? Is there something mysterious about my article?"
"My sect combines some of the methods of incense and fire. If you ask others about it, you may not be able to answer it," Zhou Youzi sighed, "Speaking of it, it's just a poor miscalculation. I didn't expect that the prince seems to have wisdom and can
Articles can touch people's hearts. If you really attained the Dharma in a dream, there may be some reason for it, so writing the article coincides with the essence of the Tao of Incense..."
Speaking of this, he took a deep look at Chen Cuo.
"I once heard from my master that if articles can be written according to the Dharma, then the words and sentences will have spirituality, spread out, shake people's hearts, and people's thoughts will gradually gather together to achieve Taoism!"
Chen Cuo immediately understood that there were still these things in Gan Qing, and then he had a headache. If there was any rules for writing and writing, but he did it unintentionally, it would be difficult to explain.
Because I don't know why.
Could it be that "Liao Zhai" was written in this life and still has such mystery?
Because most of them are monsters and ghosts?
What about other chapters? What about other books in Mengze? Or is it because it comes from Mengze?
There are too many questions and no answers.
Immediately, there is another question——
"If I can practice it, why don't I see any benefit?"
He looked around at himself. He still had the body of a young man and saw nothing.
Zhou Youzi asked, "You really don't understand?"
Chen Cuo nodded and said, "I really don't understand."
Zhou Youzi frowned.
"If I really understand, how can I be exposed so easily?" Chen Cuo bowed his hands and said, "If Taoist Master understands, I hope you can make it clear." He felt uneasy in his heart. After all, if you don't practice the right way, you can easily go crazy!
"That's the problem," Zhou Youzi sighed again, "Any skill can't be accomplished in one step. It often needs to build the foundation first, and then cultivate it. Only when you accumulate enough can you be promoted. It pays to be able to expand and release freely, that's it.
For exercises that are practiced outside the body and borrowed from external objects, the connection with oneself should not be easily cut off, but should be controlled at all times."
Chen Cuo's expression changed, and he had already guessed something.
Sure enough, Zhou Youzi then said: "If you really obtained the Dharma in a dream, or if you unintentionally coincided with the thought of incense and wrote articles to shake people's hearts, but had no follow-up to gather people's thoughts and control your own Dharma, it would be equivalent to just spreading it.
The method, without the method of convergence, will eventually lead to thoughts in this person's mind, spontaneously gathering, but unable to operate and turn them into one's own use. The consequences are quite unpredictable."
Chen Cuo became more and more uneasy and said subconsciously: "Will he lose control?"
"This word is very wonderful. It is precisely because of the loss of control. Human thoughts are formless and infinite. Thoughts are constantly gathering. However, the words have spirit but no one controls them. There is a danger of becoming spirits. Once the words become spirits, they cannot find their roots.
Tracing the source often changes towards the artistic conception of the article!" Zhou Youzi's face became more solemn, "If you leave it alone, the wider the article spreads and the longer it takes, the more difficult it will be to control!"
Can the words of the article still become refined?
"According to what the Taoist said, it is changing towards the content of the article. Doesn't that mean..." Chen Cuo was startled at first, and then his hair went up. He felt a coolness behind his back, as if something was sticking against him, "It can also breed the painted skin."
Isn’t the evil spirit here!?”
"That's right!" As Zhou Youzi spoke, he suddenly looked directly at Chen Cuo, raised his voice, and said, "You might as well think about the evil ghost you had in mind when you wrote the article!"
Chen Cuo subconsciously recalled it, and a purple ghost face vaguely appeared in his heart, and he suddenly became excited.
Right now!
Zhou Youzi suddenly shouted loudly, raised his hand suddenly, his sleeves flew, and a piece of talisman shot out. Before Chen Cuo could react, the talisman was in front of his forehead!
"!"
The incident happened suddenly, and Zhou Youzi struck with lightning speed, slapping it with his palm so fast that afterimages were created!
Chen Cuo didn't have a chance to react, so a talisman sticker was placed on his forehead. After that, his body felt heavy and it was difficult to move his hands and feet. He wanted to speak, but his tongue couldn't control it.
Only one pair of eyes could still move, staring at Zhou Youzi.
"Don't be surprised, Lord, this surprise attack is to be unexpected! This article was born because of you, and if the evil ghost condenses into shape, it is also connected with your mind, so I can't say hello in advance, but I hope you can forgive me!" Zhou Youzi
While speaking, he made the sword formula with his right fingers, and then muttered the words.
Chen Cuo couldn't move and couldn't respond. He was so frightened and angry that he didn't know whether Zhou Youzi's words were true or not. He could only watch helplessly, and then he saw the man pointing his sword at him!
"Man is a swordsman, and I am a fish. I don't have any divine passages, and I can't even control my life!"
At this moment, a seed sprouted in Chen Cuo's heart.
But before he could think about it, a sudden change occurred!
"Woooooooo..."
Chen Cuo was shaken by the shrill cry, and then he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His whole body was freezing to the bone, and there was a cold wind on his head, and the hair on his neck stood up!
This is not a metaphor, it is truly cold!
On a hot day, he seemed to have fallen into the cold winter naked, his whole body was shaking, his skin was turning purple, his teeth were clashing up and down, and he was shivering!
"this……"
Chen Cuo endured the cold, widened his eyes, and glanced upward——
In mid-air, a dark vortex appeared out of thin air. Accompanied by whispers in the ears, words were born from the void, floating in the air, spinning, and converging into the dark vortex.
He took a closer look and recognized a few sentences. They were the sentences describing evil spirits in "Painted Skin"!
All around, the cold air spread, and even the light became much dimmer.
Suddenly, blue-purple, dry, wrinkled hands like an old man poked out from the dark vortex!
