Since Xiang Que entered Gujing Temple, only in the first two years in the past ten years did senior brother Qi Changqing play the role of both teacher and brother, teaching him for more than a year. During that period, the old Taoist and senior uncle rarely interfered. Later, the senior brother left.
After a few years away from home, the two of them met by chance
I gave Xiang Que a few pointers, but they were few and far between. Basically, Xiang Que spent a lot of time in the Scripture Pavilion, studying the scriptures and techniques, figuring them out alone. Even if there was something he didn't understand, he would figure it out on his own with a grimace, a seasoned Taoist.
Then continue to be his hands-off shopkeeper.
This situation continued until Xiang Que came down the mountain. The master led him to practice cultivation on an individual basis. Xiang Que's cultivation really depends on himself.
"Do you know why you have been in Gujing Temple for so many years, but your senior uncle and I have rarely given you any guidance on your practice? Even your senior brother only played a role in laying the foundation and guiding you to practice in depth.
He didn't interfere too much with you." Lao Dao stood up and walked outside the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
Xiang Que hummed, followed him, and said calmly: "I don't know much, but at least I understand that this is definitely not because you are lazy, but there are other reasons."
No matter how inactive the old man is, Xiang Que still believes that he is not a person who ignores him in this regard. This old guy seems to be quite out of character, but he is very responsible in terms of responsibility.
Because of the misfortune, the old Taoist has been running around for ten years, going to Xiangjiatun every year to tattoo the Ten Palaces of Yama. This state of mind is far beyond what ordinary people can endure.
"Everyone has his own way. If we talk casually, it will cause you to deviate from your own way. Your uncle, me, and your senior brother all have different understandings of the art. This is
I believe you can see it, can you understand?"
Xiang Que lowered his head and thought for a moment. He felt that the old man had pointed it out but he didn't understand it. It was just a layer of window paper that was not poked open. The words came to his mouth but he didn't know where to start.
The old Tao picked up a branch from the ground and waved it out casually. A sharp breath passed under the hill in front and a long ditch suddenly appeared. Then the old Tao suddenly raised his hand and waved it to the ground again, a fierce
After the momentum passed, a deep pit suddenly appeared under the branch.
Xiang Que frowned and said: "Two styles, two methods, the effect is basically the same."
The old Taoist threw away the dead branches in his hand, pointed at the long ditch and said: "Your senior brother pays attention to spontaneity, and the technique is more casual and does not stick to details. This is his Tao."
The old Taoist pointed to the deep pit in front and said: "But your uncle's attack is unstoppable, wide open and wide, and the technique focuses on domineering and hardness. The effect of the two of them may be similar, each has his own way.
There is no difference in the effect. The only difference is that everyone understands the Tao differently."
Xiang Que suddenly realized that what the old Taoist said was indeed true. Senior brother and junior uncle have completely different personalities. They also have two completely different styles when they attack. One is casual and the other is tough. You can't say who is stronger.
Which one is weak can only be said to have its own merits.
The old Taoist said calmly: "We each understand the Tao differently. If you incorporate the Tao you have learned into it when teaching you, it will lead you astray. Then you will only be learning to walk in Handan, and you will not be able to
Find another path that suits you, do you understand?"
Xiang Fang nodded and said: "I understand a little bit...but how do I find the path that suits me?"
"Let's explore. This thing is a tree planted by those who came before and others can enjoy the shade. We can only be your guides. As for how to walk after being led in, that's your own business. I have never found the books on the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion.
Let you read it. This time when you come back, you can read through the entire previous level. They are the notes of the predecessors of Gujing Temple who explored the great road after entering Tongyin. Among them, there are also notes left by me, your uncle and your senior brother.
Yes, you can only comprehend these things but not go deep into them, otherwise you will eventually follow other people’s paths and give up on your own path.”
Xiang Que looked at the old Taoist pitifully and asked: "You have to rely on yourself for everything, right? I'm thinking, if I come back and stay with you for a while, can you teach me step by step?"
"What I can teach you... is this." The old Taoist suddenly turned around, stretched out his old wrinkled right hand, and pointed a finger at the center of his missing eyebrow.
In an instant, countless information poured into his head, and it was so confusing that he had a splitting headache.
"This is the technique that we use after our Gujing Guan opens the Yin. As for yours, you can figure it out yourself." The old Taoist left a word, and the people drifted into the Guanzhong main hall, leaving Xiang Que standing alone outside.
After a long time, Xiang Que shook his head. For a moment, the chaos in his mind made him a little confused. The old Taoist used a ray of spiritual thought to send various Taoist techniques after Gujing Guan's Yin into his mind. For Xiang Que,
To put it bluntly, you swallow it in one gulp, and you have to take your time to understand it before it can be digested.
Drops of water can penetrate stone, and freezing does not take place in a day. Once you have learned something, it still takes some time to learn it.
After dinner in the evening, Xiang Que returned to the Jing Pavilion in a daze, lying on the bed with his head raised and looking at the bookshelf above.
Xiang Que had seen that shelf of bookshelves ten years ago, but he had never reached out to it. The Taoist priest had told him the year he entered the building that you couldn’t touch the things on it without his nod.
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In the past ten years, Xiang Que has read all the ancient well scriptures in the Gujing Pavilion, but he followed the advice of the old man and never touched the top layer. He was also curious more than once about what was recorded on it.
Now he realized clearly that it was a treasure left by the predecessors of Gujingguan.
He can learn from it and read through it, but he cannot take it into his heart.
After waking up from his sleep, the next day after Xiang Que returned to the ancient well temple in Zhongnan Mountain, he got up early and went to the old locust tree. Not long after, the old village chief brought food.
"You haven't eaten for more than half a year. Do you still like the food in the village?" the old village chief asked, showing his big yellow teeth.
"Okay, the food at home is still delicious," Xiang Fang nodded and said.
"Haha, if it tastes good, eat more. I'm afraid you will come back less and less in the future. Look at that heartless boy Qi Changqing, who has been away for almost ten years without even a single one coming back. You can't learn from this.
He ha"
"Old village chief, don't worry about this. When I get married and have children, I will drag my family back to the village to have a look and let them see that this is where I grew up."
Xiang Que returned to the tree with the bucket, and after serving the food, the old man did not show up.
Then, after Xiang Que had finished all the food in his bowl, the old Taoist slowly walked out of the hall.
"I'm going..." Looking at the old man who came out, Xiang Que suddenly looked confused, and his whole person was not feeling well.