On the sixth day of the first lunar month, a new courtyard on the site of Xianlingguan was decorated with lights, firecrackers and people.
The groom, Wei Jingjie, was dressed in a bright red auspicious suit, and the bride, Shang Qingyun, who was wearing a red hijab. Under the auspices of the highly respected officiator Tu Kun, they paid homage to the Taoist ancestors, masters, parents and masters, the old lame man, the mountain chief and the Taoist priest Yue.
, after the two bows, it was already dusk. The bridesmaids Yan Jing, Shui Qingru, Zhang Xuanyan, and Qian Jing sent the bride into the bridal chamber, and the wedding banquet officially started.
Shi Nanguan grabbed the groom who was toasting and shouted: "Brothers, we have been married for three days, and those who have been bullied by Boss Wei are out for revenge today. Pick up the wine bowl, don't be a coward, and talk the talk.
Mr. Groom, let’s make a fuss.”
"Haha, I've disliked Mr. Wei for many years. It's really hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart unless I convince the groom to go down."
"Come one by one, drink one round and then the next. Old man, have you had enough drinks for today?"
"Just drink it with an open belly! Don't be a coward, groom."
In response to the call, the first group of old brothers swarmed up and launched a shameless drinking war with Wei Jingjie, who had married away his popular junior sister (senior sister) with a round face. Behind them, the second batch of more than 40 junior brothers and sisters who had grown up were laughing and laughing.
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Behind them are the third batch of disciples who have been studying Taoism for three years and have officially joined Xianling Temple. There are more than eighty people. They are the thirteenth generation disciples of the younger generation. They are waiting to join in the fun with their wine bowls.
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Master Wei, the deacon in charge, was unselfish, and they were often reprimanded.
Even on such a festive and noisy occasion, they did not dare to be too presumptuous, but it was appropriate to take the opportunity to toast.
Everyone present was from Xian Ling Guan, and no relatives from the two families were invited. After the banquet was held here, in a few days he would go to his hometown to hold a large banquet for relatives and friends. Wei Xingde had prepared for this in the village for many days in advance.
Wei Jingjie advanced to the Free Realm last autumn and became the first person among all his disciples to resist the tripod. However, his iron body could not withstand these wolves and tigers. He was not allowed to relieve the power of alcohol. He called out: "Senior Brother Lezi
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His brother Wei Jingcheng followed his parents' wishes to marry and have children many years ago, but he could not help him as a mortal.
Lezi, who was hiding in the corner, smiled bitterly and had to step forward to save him.
Marrying a junior sister is a particularly hateful thing, so you should drink yourself to death.
The scene became more and more lively.
The old lame man drank the wedding wine and watched his silly boy being unjustly drunk. He felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he didn't know when the good marriage mentioned by the mountain chief would come true. I hope that one day we can see it.
Wine enters the sad intestines and turns into bitterness.
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Zhao Zhuer has grown taller again. Before entering the Blessed Land, she bought a lot of clothes, food, salt, and seasonings in Guzhou City. She was fully prepared to stay there for a few years.
After re-living her life, any experience is new and somewhat familiar to her.
There are mountains and rivers within a hundred miles. After practicing every day, she hunts and fishes, collects fruits and wild vegetables, and cooks medicine and food. She lives a leisurely life. It's just that these days, she doesn't have the nagging donkey to quarrel with her, which makes her a little boring.
There are no years in the mountains, and there are cycles of cold and heat.
After entering the blessed land, it was autumn again. During the chat with her, Donkey came up with something. He thought of running non-stop instead of practicing, trying to find an opportunity to "feel the heaven and follow his heart". Zhao Zhuer encouraged Donkey to do what he thought in his heart.
Want to do it.
Many mysterious ideas may seem absurd and unruly, but they may be a path that conforms to the way of heaven.
These days, donkeys are running along a hundred miles of land, through mountains, rocks, forests, streams, ravines, and irregular roads. They run day and night without stopping, and there is no one sure when they will stop.
Zhao Zhuer held a homemade slim bamboo fishing rod in her hand, and the fishing line was hanging in the deep pool below. She did not pay attention to the dead bamboo knots floating on the water. She stared blankly at the direction where the donkey had just passed several miles away. She wanted to practice it in one go. In the state of freedom, you can then slow down, let Yuan Qi accumulate deeply, and spend time to improve and master several skills.
She has already made a comprehensive plan for the future cultivation path.
People who have no long-term worries must have immediate worries. Although Confucianism and Taoism are different, the path of cultivation is the same from the end.
A figure suddenly appeared on the bank of the Qi District stream thirty feet away. The sound of trampling dead branches shocked Zhao Zhuer, who was in a daze. The girl looked back warily, stood up and shouted in surprise: "Shopkeeper, you have been promoted and released. .”
She calls the temple owner, senior brother, or shopkeeper whatever she feels like.
Zhang Wenfeng held the string of nine-star beads that were connected by themselves without silk threads in his left hand, and pinched them slowly. The whole person looked a bit illusory and ecstatic, and he was promoted to the golden elixir of "Essence Restored by Essence Liquid, Reborn and Reborn" Within a few days of this state, my body had already turned into energy and was trying to communicate with the heaven and earth to grasp the phantom of the Dharma.
"'One step leads to another sky'. Standing higher, the scenery you see is completely different from that below."
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and nodded, and in the blink of an eye he walked to the rocky slope above the deep pool, side by side with his junior sister. He had deliberately made noise before, sighing in his mouth, and had a common topic in this regard with Zhao Zhuer, who once stood at a very high place.
Zhao Zhuer tilted his head to look at it and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you haven't adjusted your appearance?"
She was not very interested in those high-altitude scenery, and her interests were not in the same direction.
Zhang Wenfeng swept the hair on his forehead with his right hand, full of strong confidence: "Brother, do you need to adjust your appearance? Leave a way for other Taoists to survive."
The little girl was laughing so hard that she looked very uncharacteristic. She just liked the senior brother's serious nonsense.
The float on the surface of the pool swayed up and down, and the ripples on the water surface spread out.
"Senior brother is a role model for us, but I can't learn from it. When I advance to Jindan, I have to become pretty to avoid being teased by Lu Zijin who has no eyesight and always teases me about my appearance."
"You also know that guy has no eyesight. He is strutting around with a hairy face. "A horse doesn't know how long his face is, and a donkey doesn't know how thick his skin is." Why bother with him?"
Zhang Wenfeng glanced around and asked, "When did Lu Zijin start running? Are you going to advance to the fourth level?"
"I don't dare to say that to Lu Zijin, but you, Guanzhu, can do it."
Zhao Zhuer smiled so much that her face turned into a rose flower, delicate and cute, and said: "It has been almost ten days. It has gained occasionally, and it is still a little short of a chance to advance to the fourth level. In fact, it can swallow those treasures of heaven and earth now. If we rush through the barrier, it wants to pursue perfection and perfection, and it is estimated that we will have to delay it for another year and a half."
Zhang Wenfeng nodded. In such a short time, he would consider it as a way to stabilize his cultivation and practice more spells and swordsmanship.
After advancing to the Golden Core Realm as he wished, he suddenly felt relaxed and there was no sense of urgency.
"No rush, let's wait for it."
"Let's see how lucky Lu Zijin is."
Zhao Zhu'er is not in a hurry to return to Xianling Temple. In such a good place, in another year and a half, she will be able to recover her cultivation in the realm of freedom. By then, she will be able to protect herself and feel comfortable walking out.
The former masters were arrogant and could not rely on Guanzhu and Lu Zijin for everything.
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly turned his head and looked towards the mountain stream and forest a few miles away to the west. There, a tall old man with his hands behind his back was walking slowly. They looked at each other from a distance. The old man's eyes were strange orange-yellow vertical eyes.
Zhao Zhuer shivered, and her hair stood on end. The temple master stepped in front of her and then came back to her senses. What a powerful old monster. He quickly sent a message to the temple master:
"Be careful, that old man has at least six levels of cultivation!"
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