Since the visit to Gujingguan, only the first two years have been the first two years, Qi Changqing, who has been playing the role of Yi Shiyi, taught him for more than a year. During that period, the old Taoist and his uncle rarely asked about it. Later, the eldest brother left.
After walking away for a few years, the two of them occasionally gave guidance to Xiang Qing, but they were also pitiful. Basically, Xiang Qing spent a lot of time reading scriptures and techniques in the scriptures and pondering them alone, even if they didn't understand.
The place was also thought about with a bitter face, while the old Taoist continued to be his hand-off manager.
This situation continued until Xiangque went down the mountain without changing. Master led the door to practice on his own, and Xiangque's practice was indeed up to himself.
"I know why you have been in Gujingguan for so many years. Your uncle and I have never given any advice on your practice. Even your senior brother has only played a foundation and led the way for you to practice in depth.
Fa He didn't interfere too much," the old Taoist stood up and walked out of the yard with his hands behind his back.
Xiangque nodded, followed his footsteps, and said frankly: "I don't know very well, but at least I understand one thing. This is definitely not because you are lazy, but because there are other reasons."
No matter how old Taoist does nothing, Xiang Que believes that he is not a person who ignores him in this regard. This old guy seems to be quite unrestrained, but he is very responsible. In order to save Xiang Que, he was the old grave in the West Mountain.
After being harmed, the old Taoist has been running around for ten years, and every year he has to go to Xiang Jiatun to tattoo the Ten Palaces of Yama. This state of mind is far beyond what ordinary people can hold on.
"Everyone has his own way. If we talk casually, it will lead to you deviating from your own way. My uncle and your elder brother have different understandings on the magic path. This point
I believe you can see it too, can you understand?"
Xiang Que lowered his head and thought for a moment, and always felt that the old Taoist lit it, but he didn't understand it. It was just a layer of window paper that had not been opened, but he didn't know where to start.
The old Taoist picked up a branch from the ground and waved it out casually. A sharp breath from the hill ahead suddenly appeared, and then the old Taoist's hand suddenly raised and waved it to the ground again, a fierce ray of
After the momentum, a deep pit suddenly emerged under the branches.
Xiang Que frowned and said, "Two styles, two methods, the effects are basically the same."
The old Taoist threw away the dead branches in his hand, pointed to the long gou and said, "Your senior brother pays attention to casualness, and the magic is more casual and does not stick to the details. This is his Tao."
The old Taoist pointed to the deep pit in front and said, "And your uncle takes action to move forward with a momentum, opens and closes, and focuses on domineering and hard. The effect of the two of them may be similar, each has its own way.
The effect is no different, the only difference is that the Tao that everyone understands is different.”
Xiang Que suddenly realized that what the old Taoist said was indeed the case. The eldest brother and the uncle are two completely different personalities. When they attack, they also have two completely different styles. One is casual and the other is hard. You can't say who is stronger.
Who is weak can only be said to have their own advantages.
The old Taoist said lightly: "The Tao we each understand is different. If you learn to learn the Tao and the Dharma we have learned when you teach you, you will be deviated from it. Then you will only learn to walk in Handan, but not
Have you understood the way that suits you?"
He said to the flaw: "I understand a little bit... But how do I have to find the way that suits me?"
"Go to explore, this thing is what the predecessors plant trees and then enjoy the cool air. We can only be your guide. As for how to walk after you lead in, it is your own business. I have never had the classics on the top floor of the ritual pavilion.
Let you go and see. This time you can read the previous layer through. That is the experience and notes of Gujingguan’s predecessors who explored the great way after entering Tongyin. Among them are my uncle, your master and my elder brother.
Yes, you can only understand these things but not go deeper, otherwise you will eventually embark on other people's path and give up the path that belongs to you."
Xiang Que looked at the old Taoist pitifully and asked, "You have to rely on yourself in everything, right? I think about it. I'm back and stay with you for a while, and you can teach me step by step."
"I can teach you...and this is more." The old Taoist suddenly turned around, stretched out his old wrinkled right hand, and pointed at the center of Que's eyebrows with a finger.
In an instant, countless information poured into his head, making him feel a little bit of a headache.
"This is the magic after our ancient well watch Tongyin. As for yours, let's think about it yourself." The old Taoist left a sentence, and the person floated in the main hall of Jinru Temple, leaving only Xiangque standing outside alone.
After a long time, Xiang Que shook his head, and for a moment his mind was confused. The old Taoist used a wisp of divine thought to send various Taoist techniques from the ancient Jingguan Tongyin into his mind, and for Xiang Quelai
It means swallowing it in a hurry, and you have to take your understanding slowly to digest it.
Drops of water can wear out stones, and freezing will not last a day. Once you have learned things, it will take some time to learn them.
After dinner in the evening, Xiangque returned to Jingge in a dizzy and stiff manner, lay on Teng's bed, tilted his head and looked at the bookshelf above.
Xiang Que had seen that shelf ten years ago, but his hand had never reached it. The old Taoist once told him that without him, you can't touch anything on it
.
In the past ten years, Xiang Que has read all the classics of the Gujing Temple Pavilion, but he has followed the words of the old Taoist and has never touched it. He has been curious more than once about what is recorded on it.
Now he realized that it was a treasure left by his predecessors of Gujingguan.
He can learn from it and read it through, but he cannot read it into his heart.
After waking up, Xiangque returned to the ancient well view of Zhongnan Mountain. The day after he woke up, he got up early and went to the old locust tree. Not long after, the old village chief brought food.
"I haven't eaten for half a year, does the food in the village still taste your taste?" the old village chief asked with a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"It's better, the food at home is still fragrant," said to the flaw.
"Haha, eat more if you have a good meal. You may be less and less after your child comes back. Look at Qi Changqing, the heartless boy, has been gone for almost ten years, and he hasn't even broken any of his farts back. You can't learn
He haha”
"Old village chief, don't worry about this. When I get married and have children, I will take my family back to the village to see it and let them see this is where I grow up."
Xiang Que took the wooden barrel back to the tree, and after serving the meal, the old Taoist did not show up.
Then, until the food in the bowl had been eaten, the old Taoist slowly walked out of the hall.
"I'll go..." Looking at the old Taoist walking out, Xiang Que suddenly looked confused with capital letters, and he was not very good.