Zhang Yutang put down the book in his hand and smiled lightly:
"Who is looking for me? What's the matter?"
The boy in green clothes bowed and said:
"Master, a young scholar was outside the house asking to see the master. I told him that the master was not in the house. The scholar became crazy and knelt outside the house. He said that he would not be able to kneel down until he saw the master."
"Such a persistent person?"
Zhang Yutang was stunned, put the book in his hand on the table, and stood up:
"Come on, take me to meet this scholar. Although it is difficult to achieve a career without a firm mind, a truly wise man must know how to constantly adjust his ideas and ways of doing things according to changes in things. A person like him can't help but
If you keep walking, you will not go crazy and become a Buddha."
The boy in Tsing Yi followed behind, thinking about Zhang Yutang's words that he could become a Buddha without going crazy. There was some hesitation in his eyes, and he murmured unconsciously:
"I remember the young master said before that a bookworm must be good at writing, and an art idiot must have good skills. Now this Xiao Chenyu is kneeling down in order to be able to worship the young master as his teacher. Why doesn't the young master look particularly happy?
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When he walked out of the Holy Master's Mansion, Zhang Yutang saw at a glance the handsome Xiao Chenyu kneeling down with his back straight, his eyes bright, his expression high, and he could not tell the slightest bit of depression.
It seems like it is a huge honor to be able to kneel here.
Zhang Yutang looked at it and secretly praised:
"This young man does have a good attitude. With a good attitude, you can go further in the future. I might as well accept such a person."
Zhang Yutang has long been secretly vigilant about the underworld and the ghosts in Qiantang. In order to cope with the unknown dangers that may come at any time, Zhang Yutang has always planned to cultivate his own direct lineage.
Dangdangdang
A bell sounded from Zhang Yutang's Dantian into his mind. Only Zhang Yutang could hear the clear and exciting bell. As the bell sounded, Zhang Yutang's powerful soul followed the sound and looked towards the warning bell, and saw
On the inner wall of the warning clock, a tiny tadpole inscription brightened and shone.
The warning clock is engraved with countless mysterious tadpole characters, with seventy-two characters engraved on the inner wall and three thousand characters engraved on the outer wall. Each character seems to be corresponding to something.
In addition to text, it is also engraved with the sun, moon and stars, mountains, rivers, birds and beasts, rivers, lakes and seas, all-encompassing.
"Why did you reveal a word? Could it be that the scholar in front of you is destined to be my disciple?"
Zhang Yutang was deeply disgusted with this so-called destiny and destiny. He always believed in these two sentences:
The ancestors are not worthy of law, and the way of heaven is not worthy of fear!
Since I fight against everything, success will definitely be mine.
There is poetry and calligraphy in my belly!
Xiao Chenyu could tell at a glance that Zhang Yutang was full of bookishness. Looking at the graceful and generous Zhang Yutang, Xiao Chenyu hurriedly knelt down and bowed:
"Disciple Xiao Chenyu pays homage to Master."
Zhang Yutang is the teacher of literary and Taoist saints.
All scholars in the world are disciples of Zhang Yutang.
But this disciple is not that disciple.
Zhang Yutang has never accepted a true disciple.
If you accept this, you will be a great disciple who opens the door, and you need to be cautious and cautious.
Arriving in front of Xiao Chenyu, Zhang Yutang smiled brightly:
"Who are you? Why do you call me teacher? Why did you kneel in front of my Holy Master's Mansion?"
Xiao Chenyu knelt and said:
"Master, I am from the Xiao family in Zhenjiang Prefecture. My name is Xiao Chenyu. I admire the Holy Master's talent, learning, and moral character, so I came all the way on foot to worship you as my teacher, and also asked the Holy Master to open the door of convenience.
, accept a disciple, and the disciple must study hard and practice day and night, and he will never lose the reputation of a holy master."
"Want to become my master?"
Zhang Yutang sensed the warning bell in his dantian, silenced the bell, and helped Xiao Chenyu up with a smile:
"You said you want to be my teacher, but you have to tell me why you want to be my teacher. If you do, what can you learn from me? I am also shallow in academics, and I really have nothing to teach others.
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Xiao Chenyu, who was helped up by Zhang Yutang, was as excited as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. Being in close contact with the Holy Master made his blood boil like a boiling river flooding, and he was shaking even with beads of sweat seeping out.
:
"I want to be like the Holy Master, able to inherit the Holy Master's unique knowledge, create peace for all ages, cultivate myself, bring peace to the world, and save the common people. The most important thing is that I want to learn how the Holy Master behaves and become a cultured and educated person.
A true scholar who is thoughtful and moral, not a hypocrite who says one thing and does another."
"Oh, so be it."
Looking at Xiao Chenyu with a glowing face, Zhang Yutang also admired it very much:
"It doesn't matter if I take you in. Today you go back to the inn to rest. When the moon rises above the willow branches, you can come to see me at the Holy Master's Mansion. If you can get to the Holy Master's Mansion before the moon rises to the sky, I will take you in.
If you can't do it, go back to where you came from."
"Although I don't want to reject you, there is no need for waste in the Holy Master's Mansion. If you want me to accept you, use tonight to prove that you are not a useless scholar."
Xiao Chenyu's face turned red from suppressing it, he stood up and clenched his fists:
"Teacher, just wait. Before the moon reaches the zenith today, I will come to the Holy Master's Mansion to serve tea to the teacher."
If you want to become someone else's disciple, you must offer tea to the teacher when you become a disciple. Only after drinking the tea can you officially become a master-disciple.
Zhang Yutang nodded:
"Well, go ahead. I'm looking forward to your performance. Don't let me down."
Xiao Chenyu said loudly:
"Master, I won't take action! You really don't know that I am versatile in both civil and military affairs!"
Zhang Yutang looked at Xiao Chenyu who was striding away with a speechless expression, and thought to himself:
"This scholar is about the same age as me, but he is extremely confident and speaks very conceitedly."
After Fahai returned to Jinshan Temple, he walked into the secret room alone and ordered the young novice monk to guard him. No one was allowed to enter.
The secret room only has twelve square meters, and is surrounded by copper and iron walls, with a dark luster. In the middle of the secret room, there is a seven-story exquisite tower. The small tower is dim and more than one meter high.
"Come!"
Fa Hai stretched out his hand, and the seven-story small tower levitated from the ground. As it floated, the small tower gradually became smaller. When it landed in the center of Fa Hai's hand, the small tower had changed to the size of a palm.
Fa Hai touched the small tower in his hand and said in his heart:
"For a while, I have no way to worship this Leifeng Pagoda. It is better to transform it into the Great Hall first, and let the statues of gods and Buddhas in the tower appear and receive the incense from all living beings. Over time, the pagoda will be full of incense and attract people.
The divine light from the Buddha Realm has descended into this pagoda. Only with the divine light from the Buddha Realm can this pagoda be considered to have completed its merits."
Holding the Leifeng Pagoda in one hand and holding the Zen staff in the other, Fahai calmly walked out of the secret room with a solemn look on his face and arrived at the Main Hall of Jinshan Temple.
The Mahavira Hall enshrines the World Honored Tathagata, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Bhikkhunis, Bhikkhunis, Dharma Protectors, Mingwang Leaders, etc. Looking around, Fa Hai threw the Leifeng Pagoda in his hand into the sky and recited a mantra.
Five colors of light suddenly burst out from the top of the Leifeng Pagoda. In the five-color glow, Leifeng Pagoda became taller and larger. Every Buddha statue in the tower was lifelike, as if it had come to life. It smiled kindly and pinched the seals.
"combine!"
With a roar, Leifeng Pagoda and the original Mahavira Hall in Jinshan Temple merged together, becoming indistinguishable from each other. Immediately, the five-color light disappeared and the light was not visible.
The two characters "Leifeng" on the tower disappear, and the four characters "Mahatma Palace" appear.
Fa Hai stood among them, sighing secretly:
"Old monk, I have been practicing for many years, and I have gathered all kinds of rare materials for refining the Nine-Transformation Good Fortune Pill, and refined it into a Nine-Transformation Good Fortune Pill. Unexpectedly, the killer Tian Yi entered my White Dragon Cave and stole it.
I lost my wish-fulfilling rosary. In order to recover the rosary, I carelessly forgot to open the ban on the White Dragon Cave, which allowed the thousand-year-old white snake to steal my Nine-Revolution Creation Pill."
"If that demon White Snake hadn't stolen my Creation Pill, I would have swallowed the Divine Pill by now, ascended to the Buddha Realm, achieved great virtue, and no longer have to struggle in this world of mortals."
On Da'e Mountain, the Tian Taoist people obtained the ** true scripture taught by Zhang Yutang. After understanding some of the principles, they went into seclusion to practice, preparing to open up the Zifu, so that the soul of the Zifu and Yuanying could merge into one, and become the Yuanshen.
, prove the Tao and become immortals.
When the practice reaches a critical moment, the powerful soul violently hits the door of Zifu again and again, and the rumbling sound explodes in the mind. After each huge earthquake, the door of Zifu is opened a little bit.
He didn’t know how many times he was shaken, but Old Taoist Tianyi felt dizzy. If he continued to be shaken like this, he was afraid that he would be concussed before he could become an Earth Immortal, and he would be stupid and stupid for the rest of his life, or even be beaten.
Shocked to the point of being shaken to pieces.
Fortunately, Tian Taoist people have accumulated a lot of experience. As the door of the Purple Mansion opened, waves of purple energy surged and surged in the Purple Mansion. A three-inch baby immediately rose from the dantian, carrying thousands of rays of rays of light, and suddenly rushed in.
In the Purple Mansion, the space is infinite, and there are wisps of purple energy floating everywhere. The purple energy is ever-changing and wandering everywhere.
The Nascent Soul rose to the middle of the Purple Mansion and took a big gulp. Like a cow sucking a whale's drink, large swaths of purple energy were sucked into the mouth by the Yuanying. The body of the baby that had absorbed the purple energy glowed with purple light and turned into a towering creature hundreds of thousands of feet tall.
Carrying the purple energy, he came to the front of the door of the purple energy, stretched out his hands, and opened the door of the purple mansion completely with a bang.
The magic power contained in the body opened as the door of Zifu opened, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, all the power poured into Zifu, into Nascent Soul, and into the soul.
Deep in the Purple Mansion, the spirit of Taoist Priest Tian stepped out of the purple clouds, just like a real person, and fluttered on the Yuanying. The spirit and the Yuanying merged into one body, existing in the void and reality.
It’s for the soul!
Become an Earth Immortal!
Boom!
In an instant, dark clouds covered the Da'e Mountain and lightning flashed.
"No, it's my Earthly Immortal Tribulation that's coming. Once such lightning falls, it will blow up my hundreds of years of foundation into a hornet's nest."
Turning his eyes:
"I remember that my mortal enemy, the Iron-backed Wolf, has also had a thousand years of practice, but has not yet opened up the Purple Mansion. How about I lead this thunder calamity to him and cause harm to his territory." (To be continued. Please search.
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