Chapter 190: Hunting and Killing the Purple Bird (12)
Manqinyi offered a stick of incense and said, "Buddhism has always valued tranquility, and Zen has especially valued diligence and frugality. How can you understand it?"
When the monk came and went, Zen Master Fayun was waiting in the Zen hall.
The five people came to the meditation hall and bowed to Zen Master Fayun. They saw that his beard and eyebrows were completely white, and his eyebrows were three inches long. His beard was about a foot long, and he looked like an immortal.
Fa Yun waved to Song Yunfei, and Song Yunfei flew over, "You are indeed beautiful. Back then, your father's nine phoenixes made the heavens and the earth weep, and they could make all beasts bow their heads and snakes and insects avoid them. Your mother's south wind of Liuhe could make all grains grow.
When things are ripe, a hundred flowers will bloom, and this is no lie. If Madam Zi Suan hadn't poisoned you back then, you wouldn't have had to suffer all these years."
Then he said to Qin Suguan, "The Qin family's illusion skills are famous all over the world. We are all illusionists. It is not difficult to see that the young master is a young talent."
Then he looked at Man Qinyi and was stunned for a while, "The Man family has superb qin skills, no one in the north can surpass him. Ling Zuman has eight tones, and the eight tones are in harmony. It's wonderful. I didn't expect that he could have such a beautiful girl."
granddaughter."
Song Yunfei said, "What is Mrs. Ziyi's background? Please tell us, Master."
Fayun said, "Mrs. Ziyi - it's a long story. Speaking of which, she is not a bad person. She was originally a member of my fantasy sect. She turned to piano lessons because she admired your father, Song Jia. Your father thought she was too scheming.
I would like to be with her. In order to win your father's heart, she used the poisonous cup method in illusion. There is a method in southern illusion called Heart Locking. Using an animal as a metaphor, you can get the happiness of that animal. She drank
He drank the blood of a pair of phoenixes, turning himself into a human and a monster. Song Jia's piano skills are superb, how could she be fooled by his little trick? Mrs. Ziluo only becomes more crazy in regret."
Duoduo said, "Why did he drink the blood of the pheasant?"
Fayun said, "The pheasant is the most loving bird."
Man Qinyi said, "It seems really touching. If I really fight her next time, I won't be able to bear to do it."
Fayun said, "She has strayed into the devil's way. She has no humanity at all. In her heart there is only hatred for people. She has practiced the magic harp and wants to use blood to refine the strings."
Duoduo said, "Tell us the story of Mrs. Ziyi."
Fayun seemed to have returned to the past, "At that time, I had not yet become a monk. I was just a young disciple of the Huan Sect, and my common name was Wang Kun."
Song Jia said, "Huanmen and Qinmen are not connected, so I can't teach you."
Wang Kun and Du Juan looked confused.
Song Jia said, "Although I can't teach you, you can listen to me practice the piano. If you have enlightenment, it is your fate."
"Master Song, please teach me." Du Juan presented the stewed soup.
Song Jia took a sip of the soup and said, "Although the soup is good, the Magic Gate and the Qin Gate are not connected, just like the yin and yang of heaven and earth. Once they are confused, the world may be in chaos."
Du Juan said, "With my qualifications, if I can learn the superior martial arts from both schools, I believe I can develop both schools."
Song Jia said, "The most important thing in learning is refinement. How can you succeed if you are half-hearted?"
Du Juan said, "The great road in the world is connected with each other, and the common principles are mutually reinforcing. If you can rely on the teachings of foreign schools, you can actually increase your inner cultivation."
Song Jia began to play the piano. When he was playing the piano, no one was allowed to talk and disturb him.
Song Jia set up the piano stand by the Xuanjing Lake and began to play the piano. There was a sound of waves on the lake. Du Juan shouted for help. Song Jia pulled out a set of overtones towards the lake, and the water surface split into two paths. Before the sound of the piano could be heard, Song Jia was already riding the waves.
He came over and picked up the cuckoo in the water.