In the southeast of Nanjiang Prefecture, there is a high mountain towering into the clouds, called "Huaxiu Peak". The scenery is beautiful and picturesque, with palaces and pavilions stretching into the clouds. On the mountainside, there is a huge stone more than thirty feet high, cut with axes and knives, and carved with three characters: "彽婳"
Pavilion.
Some disciples opened the heavy door of the "Xinhuo Hall" at the top of the mountain, lit the oil lamps, wiped the utensils, and carried out daily sweeping.
This kind of boring task can be done easily and easily with your eyes closed.
After a while, he suddenly noticed something strange about the white jade lamp in the middle of the curtain on the east side. The disciple hurriedly got up and looked at it. He saw that there was only a faint wisp of light on the right side of the stage, shaking from time to time. Compared with the brilliance of the other two soul lamps,
The difference is too obvious.
The young disciple was so frightened that he dropped the towel on his hand, turned pale, and ran out the door.
Something big happened to Patriarch Bian!
Soon, Li Dingshan, the ancestor of the Li family who guarded the sect, appeared in the Xinhuo Hall. Following him in were two middle-aged men from the Bian family who were stewards. The others were guarding the door, all with solemn expressions.
The ancestor of the Li family stretched out his right thumb and index finger, gently twisted the wisp of yellow flame, and closed his eyes to feel it.
After a while, the ancestor of the Li family opened his eyes, let go of his fingers, and said: "His situation is not good. I can't detect where he is now. His energy is blocked by the master... He may die at any time."
." Tu Di shouted sharply: "Junior brother Bian has been out for more than four months. What is the reason for it? Do you still have to hide it? Come on, saving people is like putting out fire!"
The two men's faces turned pale and they felt like the sky was about to fall.
"Reporting to Master Li, my uncle received news at the end of January that Zhang Wenfeng, the suspected murderer of Bian Zhengfeng, left Xianling Temple and arrived near Guiziling. My uncle used the 'Tracing Breath Talisman' to find him and said he wanted to confront Zhang Wenfeng.
To be honest, no subpoena has been sent back since then. We once sent people to inquire about Zhang Wenfeng, but they have not returned to Xianling Temple for several months."
One of the men with a beard kept the matter in a simple tone.
No specific details will be revealed.
It would be unpleasant to spread the word that someone who is a free master would do such a devaluation.
The ancestor of the Li family snorted. If the matter was that simple, it would be easy to solve. He was worried that Bian Wuguo had fallen into some kind of fatal formation. He walked around thoughtfully for a moment and said: "Immediately send more people to find out the whereabouts of that Zhang Wenfeng.
If you find it, bring it to you immediately. This person must be the key. I will send a message to Mo Qingyu who is still stationed in Guizailing and ask her to return to the sect immediately to take charge. I will go to Tianlong Temple and ask Master Baili to recommend her in person.
The whereabouts of Junior Brother Yanbian.”
The bearded man raised his hands and said "yes", then hesitated and said, "That Zhang Wenfeng has an official position. He is the guest supervisor of Nanjiang Prefecture Daolu Branch."
The ancestor of the Li family almost laughed angrily. Who among the monks who can serve as a guest supervisor in a state or city does not have a strong background? Bian Wuguo was confused. At this time, it was inconvenient to lose his temper. He waved his hand and said: "Find someone first."
The two of them hurried down and arranged for people to investigate separately.
…
In Qizhou, there are high mountains in the remote wilderness. There is a "Golden Wind Temple" on the top of the mountain. The Taoist temple is not small in size, but it is dilapidated due to lack of repairs. There are seven or eight Taoist priests cultivating crops and cultivating on the mountain, barely maintaining the incense of their ancestral business.
At noon in the scorching sun, a young Taoist priest wearing a black robe, with a black sword hanging on his waist, climbed up from the foot of the mountain along the bluestone stairs that had been in disrepair and had long grass. He listened to the sound of the mountain stream and saw that only the ruins of the pavilions and pavilions were left, and he felt deeply in his heart.
Sigh silently.
More than five hundred years have passed, and now things are different and people are different.
Everything is fate, nothing is up to you.
The young Taoist walked to the top of the mountain and looked at the familiar and dilapidated Taoist temple with a look that was both happy and sad, as if he had woken up from a dream.
An old Taoist priest walked out of the main hall, smelling of elegant incense. The inconspicuous elbows of his Taoist robe were patched with fine stitches. The soles of the cloth shoes under his feet were very thin. He looked at the impressive young Taoist priest and bowed his hands in salute: "Excuse me.
Are you here to burn incense or place an order?"
The young Taoist put the three fingers of his right hand together in return of a one-handed salute. His expression returned to normal and cold, and he took out a golden token from his arms. Three wisps of misty breeze were engraved on the front, and there were four ancient characters: Golden Wind Lai Yi.
The old Taoist priest stared at the four words on the golden token, feeling the breeze blowing on his face. He took three steps back suddenly, pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and shouted with an angry look on his face: "Who are you? How dare you bully me?"
My Jinfeng Temple is in ruins, do you want to seize the mountain gate by force?"
Hearing the commotion, two Taoist priests rushed out of the side hall and shouted loudly to the other brothers who were busy in the kitchen.
The young Taoist said nothing and waved the "Golden Wind Lai Yi" token in his hand.
The three dim golden characters "Jinfengguan" on the plaque in the main hall of the Taoist temple suddenly burst into bright golden light. Pillars of light soared into the sky from all over Jinfeng Mountain, scattering tiny spots of light and turning into ripples in the breeze, like gentle waves of water.
The mountain gate formation opens with the golden wind.
It was so powerful that it could be seen hundreds of miles away.
Several people were stunned with shock, bathed in the golden breeze, and did not dare to move.
Two of them had already advanced to the Huaqi Realm and felt endless pressure, as if they would be torn apart by the breeze around them at any time.
"I, Gu Quan, am back."
The young Taoist murmured in a low voice and walked straight to the main entrance of the Taoist temple.
On the back of the shaking "Golden Wind Lai Yi" token, three words were suddenly engraved: Order of the Head.
The old Taoist priest reacted with excitement on his face. This involved a long-standing arrangement at that time. He saw some detailed records from the "records" left by the past temple masters.
The old Taoist priest cupped his hands and bowed deeply, with tears streaming down his face, and shouted hoarsely: "The sixteenth generation master of Jinfeng Temple, together with the disciples of the Taoist temple, respectfully welcome the return of the founder of Jinfeng Temple!"
"No courtesy, please get up."
…
Xianling Temple, Qingzheng Courtyard.
The teahouse in the southeast courtyard is full of people, and the tea is fragrant.
Wei Jingjie, Gu Chaowen, Shi Nanguan and Yan Jing, four young men and women who were later promoted monks, sat in a place with a little restraint, their bodies straight and upright, listening to the teachings of the Buddhist monk who had just returned from the city.
Zhang Wenfeng talked about some commonplace principles: "There are cycles in the way of heaven, and there are responsibilities for good and evil", as well as his experience and feelings of "reaching the extreme of emptiness and maintaining tranquility and sincerity", and encouraged the four of them to avoid arrogance, impetuosity, and practice in a down-to-earth manner, etc.
Arranged the second senior brother to customize magical weapons for the four of them. Among the inherited magical weapons stored in the secret room on the top of the mountain, there were no popular magical weapons suitable for Wei Jingjie's use, and there were no wooden swords that could be used by Shi Nanguan. He might as well customize a batch. Anyway, the Taoist temple did not
Short of money.
Lin Linzongzong talked for two-quarters of an hour and sent the four little guys back with beaming faces.
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly remembered something and called to Gu Chaowen, who had just returned from the "Lingcao Ridge" training in Guizailing, and said, "Do you have any news from your uncle Gu Quan?"
The handsome young man shook his head silently.
His uncle ran away from home for nearly two years and there is no news at all. Now there is little talk within the family.
People leave their hometown and are humble, and the world is dangerous. It may be unlucky that I haven't come back for so long.
Zhang Wenfeng waved the boy back, and he asked casually. He would not talk too much about Gu Quan's affairs. He discussed various Taoist matters with his second senior brother and Yue Anyan for a while. After drinking the tea, he stood up and said with a smile: "Hu Qiang'er is waiting.
For a long time, Hu Qiang'er and I went for a walk in the fields and woods, and we will come back later to guide the apprentices in their practice."
Yue Anyan smiled and said: "Shui Qingru is like that girl. She has been restless and restless during this period, and her practice progress has been very slow. Master, you will give her private guidance later."
Hu Qiang'er drank a lot of tea, stood up and said obediently: "Master, my matter is not urgent."
Zhang Wenfeng laughed and said: "But I'm in a hurry. It's been so long since I've been back and I haven't had time to see the results of your time. Let's go to the fields first. I took a look from a distance earlier and saw that the several acres of spiritual grass fields are growing very well. By the way."
, watch Dian Lu Zijin and don’t let it harm the spiritual grass.”
"Sir, several acres of spiritual grass have been planted in Lingcaoling. Mr. Donkey's ration is enough."
"Oh, Lu Zijin is so blessed."
The two people, one tall and one short, talked and walked out of the room and went down the mountain.
The viewer, wearing a bamboo hat and trousers, was in the fields and woods, feeling relaxed all over.
There are acres of spiritual grassland and several acres of spiritual jade millet, as well as the active wood energy reflected from the two acres of spiritual rice fields, as well as the large array that collects the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth. When you are in it, every bite is a spiritual practice, and you feel very good.
The saying that there are no shortcuts to practice is meant for beginners or wild practitioners.
They are asked to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, to be down-to-earth and to take steady steps.
But cultivation is clear and there are shortcuts everywhere. If you accumulate this good fortune and live in a blessed place full of spiritual energy, sleeping is also cultivation.