When night fell and there was no light, a short child broke out of the ice in the lake, holding a piece of white jade with a look of emotion on his face. It was Feng Bingwen.
What he was praying for this time was nothing more than a method of practice that would lead him to a profound state. He also wanted a reliable and powerful person to be able to give him some pointers so that he would not go astray.
Although the process was far from what he imagined, the result was countless times better than he imagined.
One hundred thousand Daozang!
Feng Bingwen just took a cursory glance, and the content made his heart beat faster.
These 100,000 Taoist treasures are mainly written down by senior masters on their understanding of the Tao, and sometimes they will add some magical methods to support it. He just glanced at it and even saw some complete magical methods.
Although it is only a small part of it, the greater part is an extremely obscure and difficult-to-understand understanding of the great road. But the value of it is countless times greater than the immortal formula he asked for.
Just like what the young man who granted him the one hundred thousand Taoist treasures said, if he understood this thoroughly, he would never be able to create his own method at his fingertips, and it would be certain that he would achieve the third level of pulse.
However, after Feng Bingwen held the Pisces jade pendant and studied it all night with excitement and expectation, he went out early the next morning with a sad face. As before, he was there before going out this time.
A phantom made of water mist was left in the home, which was enough to appear real.
"teacher!"
Feng Bingwen set foot on Wolong Lake and found a small island in the middle of the lake.
On this small island that he had been to before, a simple and simple thatched cottage stood in the wind. In front of the thatched cottage, a young man in white clothes stood with his hands behind his hands, admiring the scenery of the snow-covered mountains and rivers, which was very pleasant.
"How does it feel to read for a night?"
Seeing the sad-faced child in front of him, the young man asked with a smile. When he first entered the library to read, he had the same expression when he went to look for his father.
"can't read!"
Feng Bingwen, holding the Pisces jade pendant in both hands, spoke sincerely, with a hint of despair in his voice.
He studied for a whole night and found that reciting the Taoist canon without anyone's guidance and interpretation was like a primary school student who had just learned to recognize common words studying classical Chinese without pinyin annotations.
"It's normal not to understand. Don't be discouraged. Come on, tell me all your doubts last night and I'll answer them for you."
The young man waved his sleeves, and the snow in front of the thatched cottage condensed into two decent futons. He sat on one of them, while Feng Bingwen sat on the other futon, and expressed the doubts he had accumulated last night.
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"What does this sentence mean?"
"this is very simple……"
Zhao Junxian answered calmly, and after Feng Bingwen understood the meaning, he couldn't help but feel excited, and quickly expressed another part of his doubts.
"This is……"
The young man with the appearance of an immortal continued to answer calmly. As the doubts in Feng Bingwen's heart became less and less, the contents that were originally confusing became clear to him, and a smile gradually appeared on his sad face.
But unlike his smiling face, the young man sitting opposite him to answer his questions was no longer calm and composed, but became extremely serious.
It’s not that the question raised by Feng Bingwen cannot be answered, but,
"Why is this kid's qualifications so dull that he has to ask such a simple question? Was it the same for me back then?"
The young man's mentality has undergone unprecedented changes. He discovered that being a teacher is more difficult than fighting with others.
But was it so difficult when his father answered his questions? He remembered that when he asked his father when he was three years old, he only asked for half an hour at most and then stopped. But the boy in front of him answered everything.
It's been nearly three hours, and he still hasn't stopped.
"That's all. I, Zhao Junxian, am true to my word. Since I have agreed to be his half-master, I naturally have to answer all his doubts and cannot slack off."
The young man should cheer up and clear away distracting thoughts. He should think carefully about the questions asked by the children in front of him, and then answer them in a simple and easy-to-understand way.
Feng Bingwen felt like a dry sponge. Under the guidance of the erudite teacher in front of him, he crazily absorbed the principles of Taoism and laid the foundation for his future enlightenment.
"Teacher, this sentence..."
Feng Bingwen, who was immersed in Taoism, ignored the passage of time. Just when he wanted to continue asking, he saw that the young man who had been answering him interrupted him.
"It's six hours today, you should go back."
"ah!"
At this time, Feng Bingwen raised his head and was shocked to see the changes in the sky above his head. When he went out, the sky was only dimly lit, but at this time, the sky had completely darkened, and there was flying snow falling in the gloomy dark clouds above his head.
"Thank you teacher for your guidance today."
It was already getting so late, Feng Bingwen stood up and bowed respectfully, not wanting to disturb him any further.
Although he estimated that the big boss in front of him had long been immune to the alternation of the sun and the moon and was aloof from other things, he also had his own things to do, and it was impossible to explain Tao Zang to him day and night.
"Go for it!"
The young man's back was straight, sitting upright on a futon made of snow. His hair was black and his eyes were clear. He had an air of independence from the world.
"Disciple, resign!"
Feng Bingwen felt that he had gained a lot today and walked away. After he left Wolong Lake, the young man who was sitting on the island in the middle of the lake and maintaining his posture suddenly lay back and no longer concealed the tiredness in his eyes.
"too tired!"
The young man looked up at the starless and moonless night sky above his head, his eyes no longer had the same look as before, they looked slightly hollow, and he murmured to himself,
"It turns out that teaching disciples is such a hard job. I will never accept any more disciples."
Boom——
The young man was upset when he saw the gloomy sky. He stretched out his palm and waved lightly, and the clouds in the sky were pushed away and hung high in the sky. The bright moon and stars in the sky, which looked increasingly cold in the winter night, suddenly appeared.
"There are still twenty-nine days left, just get through it and it will be over!"
The young man's voice echoed in the moonlight, but for some reason, there was a hint of sadness in the voice.
Naturally, Feng Bingwen didn't know how much torture he had brought to a peerless monster with the qualifications of an immortal.
He just went home and took a nap, then put his hazy spiritual consciousness into the jade pendant, recited the Taoist canon containing the mysterious principles, and wrote down what he didn't understand, thinking about continuing to learn about it tomorrow.
Ban Shi asked.
Because he had the idea that someone would answer his questions, Feng Bingwen read the Dao Zang very quickly, almost like a cow chewing Du Dan. He first forcibly wrote down the Dao Zang, and then read it again. He couldn't understand it in a short time.
Just mark it.
Because the young man said that he would only stay on the island for a month to guide him in his practice, and then he would leave.