The sun is warm and the wind is gentle, and the dust is shining in the shadows. In the blink of an eye, it is noon again in Huixian Temple. The master of the temple, Yuan Huazi, is already sitting in the quiet room, and a scroll of Taoist scriptures is slowly unfolding.
The old Taoist priest took a casual glance and knew which paragraph he should start reciting. While he was chanting silently, his hands were not idle, and he grabbed the tonka, fennel, clove and agarwood that had been dried in the past few days from the dustpan.
Add the rugosa, woody incense and other substances into the medicine and grind slowly into fine powder.
Although this method of making incense is not passed down by the old Taoist sect, Yuan Huazi has long been familiar with this method and has been yearning for it for many years after studying the incense of Han Yuanshou Palace with great concentration -
Especially after that annoying fake Taoist priest in the mountains traveled far away with his disciples, Yuan Huazi was finally able to say goodbye to the situation of having nothing to do and settle down to live a peaceful life for a few days.
I saw that although Yuan Huazi was old, his movements were exquisite and calm. Every step seemed to be blessed by concentration. He neither benefited nor detracted a point. He carefully named various fragrance powders according to monarch, minister, assistant and auxiliary.
Re-combination, first add agarwood as the king, and then supplement it with tablets, rhubarb, cloves, calamus and other ingredients to harmonize the fragrance, so as to achieve the effect of harmonizing heaven and earth and benefiting people.
The clear sun shines into the quiet room, and you can still see the thin shadows on the wall. The whole process is serious and solemn. Even the breath you exhale is not allowed to be distracted. A thin layer of hair has appeared on Yuan Huazi's forehead. In the blink of an eye, it is the most important step of refining the clay.
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As the saying goes, the quality of the mud directly determines the quality of the incense. So Yuan Huazi took a deep breath, sank into the Dantian, and even stopped breathing...
However, just when Yuan Huazi was using his Taoist internal skills and holding his breath to collect the incense powder behind his eyes, he suddenly heard a shaking sound in the room, followed by a shaking in the luxurious quiet room.
Zhou Hongqing was startled, and he was able to hold his breath. However, the dust behind his face was shaken, and another wisp of hazy fragrant mist was raised, and it snaked into Fu Jiuxing's nasal cavity.
The medical book said that the lungs opened in the nose, and the lungs were responsible for breathing. Fu Jiuxing finally took a deep breath after being stimulated by the fragrant powder, and then it turned into an earth-shattering sneeze that shook thousands of people behind him.
The incense powder that was painstakingly prepared turned into dust flying all over the sky!
Lin Ping also said that although he and the old Taoist Fu Jiuxing were very different in age, they had always been close to each other. We had gone into the underworld together to explore the mysteries.
Fu Jiuxing will definitely repay you with all his strength.
"...Are you treating rhinitis?"
Then he tapped the table with two fingers, and a cold wind blew in. In the empty lamp behind them, a wet mark appeared out of thin air. Then the water line rose lower and lower, and in Yuanhuazi
In his horrified eyes, he saw that the glaze line had crossed the edge of the bowl, but not a drop had escaped.
Lin Ping raised his head and ordered Yuan Huazi.
"Unfortunately, as far as I know, when the Qing soldiers besieged Wudang Mountain and bombarded Yuxu Palace, Wudang's subordinates suffered heavy casualties, including the seven words "Gods, Buddhas, Dragons and Tigers" written by Patriarch Zhang Bafeng engraved on the foot of the mountain wall, and the secret book of the collection of martial arts records.
The Jinlun Tower was destroyed by artillery fire, and I’m afraid no one will be able to see its full picture again.”
“Remember, it’s difficult for a man with a big heart!”
"Zhenren Yuanhua! We've seen each other for a long time, but it's been bad recently..."
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But Yuan Huazi only felt that the old Taoist priest behind him had a murderous look on his face, and he even looked at him with a kind look. However, his master looked calm and calm, but his sword was always the same.
One foot away from the right hand.
Seeing that the seven teachers were now seated, I stood next to my master Lin Ping, looking a little unsure. The reason for that free and easy attitude was mainly due to the slight difference between Zhou Hong's description of me along the way and what I saw behind my eyes.
It's a symbol.
It can be seen that it has not been a long time since they left the door. The two of them were talking and their mouths were not dry yet. There was still no drop of water in the jianzhan placed behind them. Lin Ping ordered Zhou Hongqing, who was standing by and shivering.
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Lin Ping picked you up like he was a rabbit, and he knew you were his disciple, "You are just practicing Kung Fu, are you going to go up the mountain to be lazy again?"
"Why? The "value Lin Pingzhi" he asked comes from the Qimen Dunjia technique, and the old fortune teller is good at "Ziwei Dou Shu", which also has no flying stars in the fourth house. Numerology and fortune tellers use different methods to achieve the same goal, so he still dares to
Is it okay to question my ability to settle down and live my life?"
In Lin Ping's expectant eyes, Fu Jiuxing raised his right hand from the bottom of the sleeve of his narrow robe, and suddenly he was counting with his fingers, and he spat out a few words clearly.
But Fu Jiuxing, who still closed his eyes tightly, stretched out his hand to stop Yuan Huazi.
Fu Jiu
When he opened his mouth, he sneezed again in a series, until the old Taoist priest was so stunned that he could only wish for death.
"Zhenren Yuanhua, your registered disciple respects his master and respects the Tao, and he follows the etiquette without any etiquette. In the next few days, he was able to live in the same room with the coffin, which quite understands the beauty of Taoism's "restoration and tranquility". However, it is not that the mind has not been carved, too
Too simple and easy to offend."
Fu Jiuxing twirled his chin with his hand and thought for a moment, and he actually responded to the inquiry tactfully.
As long as Shoujiang Wen's treasures left behind can spread to the seven seas, Lin Ping at most has to worry that one day he wakes up and there will be a small group of top masters standing on Tianyan Rock, looking like jackdaws.
Attack on its own.
However, at this moment, the oil lamp between Lin Ping and Fu Jiuxing suddenly burst into flames like a magic trick. There was no trace of it for seven weeks.
"The place where the world knows the most detailed information about Shoujiang Wen is undoubtedly Wudang Mountain in Hubei Province. At that time, Master Bafeng searched the sky for objects that had nothing to do with Shoujiang Wen and sealed them in the secret palace of the Wudang Sect."
"Hmm... Hong Luan is a calamity evil, Gu Chen is the same as a pillar... His fleeting luck is quite easy. You have to be careful of male troubles when you go out, and it is very easy to die alone..."
I had just taken two steps down the existing mountain road when I saw a petite figure with a double bun running towards me like a swallow flying across the water. The two of them almost bumped into each other at the foot of the mountain road.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Ningdie, why are you so flustered?"
The two chatted for a while, and Lin Ping noticed that the old Taoist seemed to have aged a bit more, and had stopped talking. He thought that he was living alone in the palace and had company, and after a long time, he still couldn't get used to it, so he stretched out his hand.
Yuanhuazi under one finger.
Lin Ping smiled at the empty space and gave instructions to Zhou Hongqing, but Yuan Huazi was almost sitting on the ground before his two legs were fighting, and his soul was guarding the house.
"Ping Zhi, go and pour some water."
What made Yuan Huazi feel even more at ease was that a dark wind seemed to be blowing in the small hall at this moment. It was swirling around Yuan Huazi. It made me feel cold all over and made my hair stand on end. It always made me feel like there was something under the table and in the corner.
, between the cracks of the tiles and the edges of the bricks, no one was prying at me.
Lin Ping suddenly raised his head, frowning - the more he looked at the talkative old man behind him, the more he looked like an old liar who told fortunes on the street.
"Pingzhi, thank you senior brother."
"Master Yuanhua, he needs to take more care of himself. Why is his body so weak after just a few months of seeing him?"
"Ah? Are you telling your fortune?"
At this time, Lin Ping held Yuan Huazi in his arms and performed powerful martial arts. He climbed over the wall and retreated from Huixian Temple. He pushed the door open and retreated before entering.
Zhou Hong said with fear on his face, Fu Jiuxing also looked at me with caring eyes, and said perfunctorily with a very upright attitude.
Fu Jiuxing immediately sat down, stroking his beard, and said angrily and authoritatively.
What Yuan Huazi saw was an old Taoist priest with a mild case of rhinitis. He was short in stature and had a rough appearance. His eyes and nose were all red and he had to stop to ventilate his nose every two words.
Hearing the junior's greetings, Fu Jiuxing's expression became a little anxious. He raised his eyes to look at the polite junior and squinted his eyes to get a vague look at him. However, he was dizzy from sneezing just now, and the room was full of
The lights were dim but he could still distinguish objects, so he clapped his hands reluctantly.
"Zhenren Yuanhua, actually after that time, you had nothing to ask for advice."
When Zhou Hong announced his birthday, Fu Jiuxing stopped talking. He seemed to be thinking hard about something and didn't open his eyes for a long time.
I know very well that Zhou Hong has always been a thief, a Taoist probing for treasures, and doing extremely safe and unpredictable things. However, Zhou Hong was the most dangerous person in the next hundred years. If Lin Ping insists on asking about my whereabouts, he will definitely
There won't be any bad intentions.
After hearing the news, Lin Ping breathed a sigh of relief.
"It is a must."
Yuan Huazi hurriedly stood down and bowed his hands in salute, saying respectfully: "Ping Zhi, please greet me Jun!"
Lin Ping said with laughter and tears: "Master, you have misunderstood. You are here to tell fortunes. I just heard from Zhou Hong's mouth... Oh, forget it, why do I feel that it is getting more and more vivid today."
Lin Ping also asked the Holy Mother of the Red Lotus about what he heard about Shoujiang. However, the inheritance classics of the Hongyang Sect were lost and scattered as early as the Yuan and Ming dynasties. Now even the basic scriptures of the sect have just been recovered.
, naturally there is no way to provide any help.
Lin Ping sincerely said that it was ruined and ruined. Although as a martial arts person, I really wanted to compete with Shoujiang Wenyi in his heyday, but that meant that I wanted to be beaten.
Lin Ping finished entrusting his disciples and settled a matter on his mind. He stood up to say goodbye to Zhou Hongqing and go to another place to catch the autumn wind. Fu Jiuxing's anger gradually subsided and he even gave instructions in front of him.
"Call me senior brother."
Lin Ping said that Fu Jiuxing Lao Xiaogong in Huixian Temple was a pure-minded and immoral person with deep and extensive cultivation. Under the guidance of Li Dan, he almost reached the state of transformation, and the divine thunder in his palm was enough to shake the cloud barrier.
Kill ghosts and demons, and achieve enlightenment in one breath.
Lin Ping also waited extremely patiently, silently counting the number of rafters above his head.
"Xu is slandering you! Master, it was Master Luo from the martial arts school on the mountain who sent someone to bring the news! Sister Wing Chun and Sister Ziyi haven't arrived in Shangmei Town yet!"
Lin Ping then leaned over and said to Fu Jiuxing, "Master, here's another question for you. Have you ever heard of "worth Lin Pingzhi"?"
Lin Pinghun sat down behind Fu Jiuxing with concern, looked around the shabby and empty appearance of the small hall, and continued, "It's cold in spring now, and it's still cold when it's warm. You still have to keep warm, don't get cold at that time."
It’s cool.”
Fu Jiuxing became even more worried about Lin Ping's mental condition when he saw Lin Ping's tone of voice and his ambiguous attitude.
Yuan Huazi looked at his master with confusion, understanding why he had to call Fu Jiuxing senior brother just after greeting Fu Jiuxing's juniors - could it be that this old master was actually the master's registered disciple?
Then he greeted Yuan Huazi who was standing aside and said, "Master, that's your registered disciple. Pingzhi, please greet the old Taoist Master——"
As Fu Jiuxing nodded, in the small hall of Huixian Temple, a sinister wind suddenly surged and swirled around Yuan Huazi. This made Yuan Huazi more and more sure that the Taoist temple was haunted, so he simply
It was the old Taoist priest behind us who was doing some secret work of enslaving ghosts. He was so frightened that he dared not say a word for fear of being cursed.
Lin Ping smiled when he saw the oil lamp lighted up, and then said to Fu Jiuxing, whom he had seen for a long time, "I have heard from a real person one after another that in the Later Yuan Dynasty, there was no national master named Shou Zhou Hong, whose fierce power was unparalleled.
Do you know that there are no other clues about me yet?”
Lin Ping scoffed, jumped over the wall of Huixian Temple, and carefully observed for seven weeks to confirm that he was not being followed again before heading towards Xiaowang Peak.
Yuan Huazi was in the main hall of Huixian Temple, looking up at the clay statue of the Eight Pure Ones. He felt that although the Taoist temple was old and dilapidated, he could still vaguely see the prosperity of incense in the past from the incense table in the shrine and the purlin doors and windows.
"Four words for birthday."
Then, in Yuan Huazi's confused eyes, he turned around and stretched out his hand to Fu Jiuxing, "If you leave Pingzhi on the long fence for the time being, I will spare you the trouble to teach him. By the way, I can also help him."
Master, please add some tea and water, and give me some medicine to sweep away the dust."
Hearing Lin Ping's sudden question, Zhou Hongqing nodded slightly and his eyes were shining, as if he was quite familiar with the matter. Lin Ping secretly rejoiced that it turned out to be nothing. However, Fu Jiuxing did not answer directly, but said to Zhou Hong in a nonchalant manner.
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"He's asking the right person."
In the end, out of admiration and respect for Lin Ping, Yuan Huazi only hesitated for a moment, and then raised his voice and said to Fu Jiuxing: "Senior brother is bad."
"The news of Shoujiang is an old story from the Hou Yuan Dynasty. Over the past few hundred years, things have changed dramatically and it has long turned into a handful of loess on the spring. Why did Lin Ping ask about that?"
This time, I mainly wanted to avoid Luo Shuang'er. The child hung in front of me like a lonely ghost every day, and he kept saying things. It was really scary. Lin Ping wanted to use the pure place of the palace to avoid evil.
Haunted, and it would be even worse if I could have another lunch.
Nowadays, in addition to the affairs of the later head of state Jiang Wen, the thing that worries Lin Ping the most is what I call "valuing Lin Pingzhi". I thought that maybe I could also get some of the rumors that had been circulated from Fu Jiuxing, who was experienced and well-informed.
clue.
"Master, he doesn't know anything. You had a fierce battle with Shoujiang Wen in the Buddha's Light Golden Summit in the month after the month. Fortunately, you were outskilled and slightly superior to that lunatic, so you allowed that madman to succeed..."
Fu Ningdie was hanging in the air, kicking her legs, and shouted with a hint of joy in her tone.