Chapter 173 Taoist state of mind, resonance with the scene
Chi Di and Yin Bo both saw Bi Yan with a warm face on the top of Taisu Mountain, and their eyes almost dropped with shock.
"Isn't this a fake old pig?"
"Up and down, it doesn't look real."
Yin Bodu looked at Bi Yan who had not seen him for more than two months and had changed into a Taoist robe. He looked awkward and said, "Don't tell us that you have converted to the Taoist sect of the human race. You won't even have to be friends like that."
"Not everyone wearing Taoist robes is a Taoist priest. You two are superficial."
Bi Yan chuckled and said: "I am reciting Taoist scriptures, and I am trying to eliminate the evil sins I have created. I don't convert to Taoism, so why not wear this Taoist robe?"
Young Master has a saying, "It depends on the heart but not on the deeds." It all depends on how you act with your heart.
Chi Di and Yin Bo both looked at each other and understood that Lao Zhu had chosen such a path to cure his bloodline troubles, and then turned to talk about other topics.
"Shanshan Master Chen is too generous. To say that selling top-quality spiritual seeds last year was a last resort in order to open up a difficult situation. This year, there is no need to exchange spiritual seeds with another 10% aura for money, right?
Isn’t it good to make a profit every year if you do a long-term business?”
"Yes, he is trying to offend the several forces in Dongchui Continent who started their business with Lingzhi."
The two demons sang together and blatantly inquired about inside information.
The two demons are vying for the business we earn from giving us money.
The world seems to have become the same all at once, and the autumn wind and autumn rain have gone away.
The small land is rich in earthy atmosphere and full of vitality.
The smoke gathered up, revealing Fang Bi's figure. He stood up from the tree stump, examined his whole body, and with a smile on his face, he bowed his hands towards the silent lecture platform and quietly drifted to the foot of the nearby mountain.
I am not sure that I will be able to repair part of my divine body and restore my eighth-level cultivation within eight years.
Meng Feng was invited to the lectern. I sat cross-legged under the futon in the shack and finished reciting the scriptures before lighting eight sticks of incense.
It was a busy day and it was drizzling.
Bi Yan woke up for the seventh time, and found that the evil aura in his body was dissipated. His cultivation level improved accordingly, and his demonic power and bloodline became more and more pure. However, he knew that in order to completely eliminate the trouble of alienation, he had to clear his body.
Yin evil spirit.
"What kind of realm did the young master retreat to?"
I haven't been out in a year or so, and Zhanji Pavilion has become a passing thing. I don't have any peace of mind, so I go to Qianfeng City and Qingfeng City to walk around. I temporarily help Bi Yan solve the restlessness of blood alienation. I don't have any worries ahead.
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"You told me that it was the spiritual rice you cultivated yourself, but if you say it to others, who would believe it?"
Eight people, demons, and gods share a large world. The wind blows and the rain blows, the trees sway, and tangible luck flows with the wind.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows where the spiritual seeds sold at low prices come from, although the opinions of the ten powerful families are varied.
"Don't show off, old pig."
Chen Mou returned the favor: "Be polite to him and you."
In that land, I would be able to possess even fewer magical powers that belong to gods, and then I would be so weak that I would not be able to protect myself.
At most some kind of balance needs to be achieved.
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In the evening, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, the mysterious silence disappeared, and various subtle sounds rustled outside the forest.
I sat cross-legged under a tree stump to the right of the lecture platform, letting the autumn rain fall, and immersed myself in the unique sound of the young master's sutras. I chose to listen rather than hear Bi Yan's deep harmonious sutras.
Use the method of chanting sutras to eliminate disasters and eliminate evils. Treating the symptoms is the root cause. Bloodline alienation will reoccur after a few years.
Bi Yan found it very satisfying to pretend in front of his friends.
"It's very complicated. Don't tell anyone that the goods are returned from Taisu Mountain. Be careful where you sell them, but they sell them at a low price. The worst is to stock up. Don't blame you for delaying in telling me, maybe
There won’t be any worse spiritual seeds next year, so it’s a good deal to throw them into your hands.”
The nearly 80,000 kilograms of spiritual seeds harvested in Taisu Mountain, except for the seeds reserved for next year, were all resold in that way by closely related forces, and the prototype of a large and small interest group had not yet been formed.
The same is true for chanting sutras, and the young master's voice can evoke the feeling of elusiveness and elusiveness of Shinto.
The power you control for me is the one that will cause trouble for me.
I was also in the Taoist realm, and suddenly I thought of a way.
Bi Yan looked down at his two friends with pitiful and condescending eyes, and said: "You don't understand how the young master has the world in his mind. I just say one sentence. The new spiritual seeds will be sold at the price of thirty spiritual stones per kilogram."
Give them two thousand catties, what if they want it?"
After listening to the sutra, I became more and more closely connected with Meng Fengmai’s mountain root Qi.
Bi Yan cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, sir."
When Chen Mou opened his eyes, it was not yet noon the next day, and the red mist around him had subsided. He stood up, feeling refreshed and his mood became clearer. He walked out of the wooden house and said hello to Bi Yan who was walking by the stream.
Meng Feng said with a smile: "When my restaurant opens, I should go later and invite some friends to support me."
Bi Yan accompanied the young master to the direction of the spiritual field before harvesting, and said: "Zhang Shi came here in the afternoon, and the two 'Qingfeng Restaurants' in Qingfeng City and Qingfeng City were scheduled for the seventy-fourth and early October of that month.
We open for business on July 7, flowers are in the moonlight, and I have received news of my promotion. Could you please come and unveil the plaque?"
Chen Mou understood the other party's scruples and said with a smile: "It's a Taoist method, a seven-element balancing technique. Then he will know that your current cultivation level is too high to be able to achieve the mutual creation and restraint of heaven and earth."
Landlord Fang Bi accidentally listened in and noticed the disadvantages, and he immediately fell into trouble.
Fang Bi's whole person seemed to be filled with smoke, without any flickering of earthy yellow light.
There are no opportunities to be found.
Quiet and vast, the mystery is palpable.
Bi Yan waved his hand and said: "They are your friends. They must be worth two thousand pounds per family, but there is no big condition."
Not having a son to diagnose and treat me makes me even more worried. Otherwise, if it were someone else, I would still have to be wary and worried.
Bi Yan said loudly: "You can cultivate the Taoist state of mind."
"Pure realm."
Bi Yan suddenly opened his eyes, showing a lot of surprise. The young master's voice suddenly lacked a trace of mystical Taoism. I murmured, "The Taoist state of mind resonates with the scene."
"Haha, that's interesting."
"Old Zhu, he said vaguely, is a family weighing two thousand pounds?"
Taisu Mountain's disciples, Chong Yi will disturb him later.
"I believe in love, old pig. I will remember you next year."
"What conditions?"
"You also invite some friends, and then go and be quiet."
Bi Yan sat on the sutra-listening platform across from him, lit eight sticks of incense, and chanted sutras in harmony with his voice.
"Yes, if you are a fool."
When I heard the word "balance", I knew that the young master's approach was wrong.
I immediately closed my eyes, immersed myself in the anguish, and experienced the feeling of seeking movement in silence.
Chen Mou smiled and said: "When you advance to the golden elixir, you may be able to help him completely solve the problem of blood alienation, just to trouble others."
The two demons joked and returned home with a full load.