Chapter 132 Dao cultivates itself, like a person drinking water
"Dong dong dong", there was a knock on the door.
Breaking the thoughtful silence in the room, Yun Qiuhe woke up from the fascinating artistic conception. Still recalling the majestic and majestic spirit, he took a few steps and opened the door ignorantly.
"Have you finished the painting? It's getting dark. Master, don't you want to treat us to a drink?"
Wu Qianping walked in the door and saw that several people looked at him without saying a word. He joked: "It's strange. What's your expression? It seems you don't welcome me here?"
Fu Gujing seems to have lost something.
He was attracted by the aura flowing from Zhang Guan's pen, and seemed to have touched a chance for a breakthrough. While he was thinking hard, he was interrupted by Lao Wu's untimely knock on the door. If he had known better, he would not have agreed to invite him to drink tonight.
There was a sense of absurd loss that shot oneself in the foot.
If the opportunity has not come, you can't force it.
Yue Anyan stared at the back of the woman walking among the ink landscapes with a sword in a daze again.
Just now she looked at that ethereal figure, her thoughts were racing and she remembered a lot.
From feeling sorry for herself, to being lonely and helpless, wandering around the world, and then returning to the mountain gate, it was like a dream. She seemed to have released many suppressed emotions in her heart, and her whole body felt relaxed.
Zhang Wenfeng put down his brush and said with a smile: "How could it be? We are all waiting for the master of the hospital to go together."
He had great fun painting, acquired a new magical power, and was very satisfied.
Yun Qiuhe said hurriedly: "Hey, Guanzhu Zhang, I haven't finished painting yet. You can wait for dinner."
The painting in front of me is only more than half completed, and the bare mountain peaks on the right are still unfinished and dotted with trees, which is incompatible with the mountains on the left.
She doesn't care much about other things.
Only in painting, she has a heart to pursue perfection.
"I can't finish the painting. I've run out of interest and can't keep my heart down. If I continue to paint, it will ruin the artistic conception of the painting. Let's just leave it at that. I'll finish it when I have the opportunity in the future."
Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand and refused.
For him, painting is not just for the sake of painting, but rather done out of spontaneity.
Wu Qianping came forward and took a quick look. Looking at the majestic ink painting, he also noticed the incompleteness below, and said sadly: "It is my fault that a good painting is not completed, and it disturbs your enjoyment."
Yun Qiuhe quickly stepped back and asked for the next best thing, saying: "Zhang Guanzhu, why don't you write an inscription and a postscript without signing it for now?"
She really liked this painting so much, she liked everything about its essence, energy, spirit and artistic conception.
The freehand style of splash-ink painting is very interesting to her.
Zhang Wenfeng saw a hint of pleading in the woman's eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, let me think of a few words to write?"
My eyes were walking along the stream in the picture, and the back of the black donkey carrying a bamboo hat and a gourd passed by. After thinking for a moment, he changed a long hair, soaked it with thick ink, and wrote two lines of cursive script on the upper right corner:
"The cool spring breeze blows me away from my drunkenness. It's slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back to the bleak place where I came from, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine."
The dead ink is like an old branch hooking and pulling together, complementing the interest of landscape ink.
Yun Qiuhe clapped his hands and applauded. These words were full of artistic conception, which could be regarded as filling the defects of the picture and giving space for imagination.
Wu Qianping smiled and said: "Brother Zhang has a strong heart, and his writing shows his spirit."
The words are a reflection of the heart. I didn’t expect Brother Zhang to have such a bold, uninhibited and willful side.
Fu Gujing tasted it for a while and said with a smile: "I'll continue it next time if I have a chance. Let's go. Brother Zhang spent all his energy painting today and is tired. Let's go drink."
Taoism cultivates oneself, just like a person who knows whether drinking water is cold or warm.
As for the meaning of good words and paintings, just appreciate and understand them with your heart, and don't make judgments easily.
It will inevitably affect the perception of others, which is not beautiful.
Yue Anyan looked at the large painting with smooth ink and wash, and felt a little reluctant to give it up. He was about to ask for it.
Seeing this, Yun Qiuhe rushed to say: "Put this painting here with me. When Guanzhu Zhang gets interested, he can continue the painting. Let's watch it together. Sister Yue, you can come here often in the future."
He also shook Yue Anyan's arm, which was quite flattering.
For the sake of the paintings she likes, she plays cunning and tricks that can be seen through at a glance.
Yue Anyan smiled, stopped arguing with Yun Qiuhe, and followed the three people in front of him out the door.
It was already dark outside, so I couldn’t help but feel the passage of time while looking at the paintings, it went by so fast.
After the banquet, it was already late at night.
Zhang and Yue insisted on returning to the Taoist temple, said goodbye to everyone, walked to the city gate, showed the Taolu branch badges to the guards, jumped from the top of the city, and disappeared into the vast night.
Side by side on the quiet and unmanned official road, we flew by for a long time.
Yue Anyan broke the silence, tilted his head and said, "I heard from Yun Qiuhe, Master, is your formation level better than hers?"
"I only know a slightly advanced Bagua formation by rote memorization, and I have only a limited understanding of the basics of the formation. You and Yun Qiuhe will learn it and it will be easy to get started."
Zhang Wenfeng knew that the senior sister would ask, so he explained.
He kept his promise and would not reveal the existence of the Mountain God.
Donkey knows that it doesn't matter, that guy has no personal opinions and just follows his position.
Yue Anyan understood. The temple master knew too much for her to learn. He smiled and said: "Master, you have to worry about the Taoist temple's protective formation. I'm afraid I won't be able to get it in a short time. The formation is too time-consuming and needs
There are too many things to master.”
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "Okay, I will take charge of the overall situation and strive to complete the formation before mid-October. You first learn the basics of the formation, and then you can work with me to set up the mountain protection formation."
"Okay, I will concentrate on studying the basics of the formation these days and try to understand as many issues as possible."
Yue Anyan suddenly felt relaxed.
Otherwise it would always be an unbearable burden, keeping her in mind all the time, and it would almost affect her mood.
The two of them then exchanged ideas on spiritual practice.
On the road of cultivating immortality, there is a long journey of loneliness and suffering, and we need close friends to help each other and forge ahead.
Returning to Xianling Mountain, it was almost 15:00. A black donkey carrying an active young badger came out of the darkness. It grinned to welcome the late visitor, said hello, rubbed Yue Anyan's arm, and wandered into the darkness again.
Walk in.
The mountain is clean, and the old lame man and the swarthy boy rested early.
The second senior brother was still copying books in the main hall, waiting for the two of them to return. The door was ajar, and orange light spilled out.
The two of them first went to the pool outside the kitchen to scoop up water to purify their hands, and then went to the main hall to offer incense.
The three of them sat down and chatted for a while, then dispersed.
Zhang Wenfeng returned to the quiet room in the west hall, held a candle, reflected on himself, and sorted out what he had earned during the day.
Today I was inspired to draw a picture, touch the empty book in the sea of consciousness, and obtain a new magical power.
Confirming what he had in mind, it was not just killing evil spirits, liberating ghosts, accumulating merit, and completing the scriptures on the empty book, but other feelings and insights were also possible, which gave him many different choices.
The "Bell Ringing Curse" is a method of frightening and restraining ghosts, and it is closely related to reciting the "Tai Shang Cave Xuan Ling Bao Tianzun's Wonderful Sutra for Saving Suffering and Eradicating Sin" which Bai Wuchang pointed out.
The "Tangled Roots Spell" corresponds to the Aoki Wrapping Technique he practiced, which is more complex, powerful and easy to use.
Unfortunately, it takes several days to slowly recover after one use, and there are casting restrictions.
It also has something to do with the "source of the curse" he chose.
He used bean as the source of the spell and cast a spell to entangle the moon-watching eel demon, but the first-level perfect demon broke free within a breath or two.
If we could find a vine-type spiritual plant seed, it should be able to solve his problem?
Use his entangled spell to its maximum effect.
In addition, you can consider using the Aoki Wrapping technique you have learned to improve it into a compound spell by referring to the Intricate Mantra. This is not urgent, it will take time to understand slowly.
The "Hundred Turns and Thousands of Returns Curse" he newly realized, he pondered the scriptures and found that it was related to his Aoki Thorn spell.
A single Aoki thorn is not very powerful, but if hundreds or thousands of Aoki thorns are fired together, the scene will be quite spectacular.
The ants killed the elephant, but he was still looking forward to it.
If you add in his newly acquired law enforcement skills and the "Wood Elemental Evil Killing Thorn" mixed in with it, even a Jianwei realm thief with a higher level of cultivation will be able to drink a pot.
There are many means of attacking spells, the application of tactics is flexible, and you can protect yourself in any situation.
Thinking of the proud place, I couldn't help laughing out loud.
Zhang Wenfeng immediately realized that this was the work of inner demons. He quickly suppressed his floating thoughts and sat upright to recite the scriptures silently.
Warn yourself not to get carried away when you are proud. Fighting and killing are not the purpose, but just a means of training for Taoists. You must not get lost in bloodthirsty and cruelty and cannot extricate yourself.