When we returned to the Alchemy Cave, it was already dark and the moon had not yet risen.
Zhang Wenfeng asked the two of them to go back to do evening classes, so he could stay alone, check the charcoal fire on the stove, take out his books and continue flipping through books to pass the time.
About an hour later, the second senior brother walked into the cave and accompanied him to tend the fire.
Let’s talk about his assessment of the children in Jieqiao Village in the afternoon. He was very strict about it. After checking all the children sent, only three were qualified. He rejected a young and weak orphan who had no qualifications and was forced to come in by the village leader.
Taoist temples are not temples of charity. Once the door is open to looseness and kindness, the mountain will not be pure.
At that time, those who were unable to eat, had no livelihood, disabled, orphans, widows, and all kinds of abandoned babies were sent to the mountains. They had to spend time and money to send people to the city for resettlement, and even left behind in the local area. infamy.
The second senior brother took out two hundred copper coins and gave them to Muramasa so that the child could have a few hearty meals and buy a pair of thick clothes.
The child must be taken into the care of his brother or relatives to get rid of the intercession between the village leader and the villagers.
He just felt a little ashamed of the ignorant and pitiful look the child looked at him.
Zhang Wenfeng could understand the second senior brother's guilt.
He was once helpless and despairing, so he comforted himself:
"Master teaches that 'Tao cultivation has no bones'. You have done nothing wrong. What is wrong is the conscience of the child's family and relatives. There are too many sufferings and injustices in the world. You and I have limited abilities. We can only save ourselves, but not others."
The second senior brother nodded, "I understand this, but I feel uneasy."
This was the first time that he felt some inner resistance to his master's orders.
Is it true to be wise and self-sufficient and cultivate oneself to survive?
"Senior brother, go and sit down over there, meditate on the Taoist scriptures and meditate."
Zhang Wenfeng couldn't bear to see his second senior brother struggling to get out, so he gave orders in a commanding tone.
The second senior brother remained silent, picked up a wheat straw futon brought from the top of the mountain, placed it on the corner of the stone wall, and meditated facing the wall.
Zhang Wenfeng's face was dull, and he sighed silently in his heart. It was both right and wrong to cultivate oneself. Of course he couldn't say such things that were contrary to the Taoism. He picked up the book again and slowly walked through the books to pass the time.
The cave is filled with medicinal aroma and mist, and it is so quiet that you can hear the sound of water gurgling in the stove.
When it was almost time, Yue Anyan came down from the mountain and went back to rest in place of his second senior brother. The second senior brother had a lot to do during the day tomorrow.
Zhang Wenfeng explained some precautions to his senior sister, and he also walked out of the cave and went up to the top of the mountain to get some fresh air.
The moonlight is as cool as water, spreading all over the earth.
The black donkey walked quietly from the darkness of the tree, grinning and showing its teeth. The white teeth reflected the moonlight, making it look extremely strange.
This guy had a weird smile and didn't say anything when he came closer.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said through a message: "Have you learned the lightning technique?"
This guy had a constipated facial expression when he was about to speak. How could he not see that the donkey had learned the art of thunder!
Deliberately holding back and pretending to be serious, I waited for him to ask questions and ask for praise.
Thunder Technique is the most difficult to practice among all types of magic. It only takes one day and one night to learn it. What's more, the meridians of a donkey are very different from those of humans, and there are no fingers to cast the magic. It is indeed a genius donkey who has found a shortcut.
"Learned."
The donkey couldn't help but screamed and laughed "Ah uh... ah uh", with a cheerful expression of "I'm awesome, right?"
The old cripple who was sleeping in the hut in the backyard was woken up.
People always sleep lightly, and I don’t know how long it will take to roll around if I want to fall asleep again.
The old lame man was so angry that he yelled: "It's a donkey day. It's braying again in the middle of the night. I'll ask the groom from the town to cut off your donkey eggs tomorrow..."
Donkey hurriedly shut up and cursed: "You old man Donkey Day doesn't think about good things every day."
Zhang Wenfeng suppressed his laughter, went down the mountain, and said through a message: "Congratulations, I have learned another technique. The other one, "Nine Heavens and Hundred Tribulations, Lightning Entanglement Technique" is a self-protection technique. I will teach you the technique after you have mastered the lightning technique.
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The donkey will never argue with the lonely old lame hero in his heart.
That was the teacher who inspired him to dream of being in the world. He said happily: "Wow, wow, wow, now that I have learned the magic of self-protection, I am no longer afraid of being cut by a sword or stabbed by a sword." He added: "Even a pig-flaming guy can't cut it."
Zhang Wenfeng almost laughed.
The pattern of this guy was led astray by the old cripple, and he has a lot of resentment.
"You have to have deep demon power in your body." He poured a small ladle of cold water on it and asked curiously: "How powerful is your lightning technique? Let me see if you can use it later."
It is said that he has never seen thunder skills.
How does a donkey cast a spell? Does it spray it out of its mouth?
There was an embarrassed look in Donkey's eyes, and he said: "My demonic power is not strong enough. I can only perform the Thunderbolt Technique five times. I haven't recovered yet. The power... still needs to be improved. For now, it is only as thick as a wheat straw. It is too thin to be real. Even a wild
Even rabbits can’t be stunned by thunder.”
It has poor accuracy, slow casting speed, and is too embarrassing.
Five consecutive lightning strikes chased the hare butt, and only one hit the target.
It was just a matter of luck that I bumped into him from the front. Some of the hare's fur was scorched, and it rolled twice. It was trembling but didn't escape into the depths of the forest.
Zhang Wenfeng thought to himself that this guy had a grudge against the hare, and it was the hare that suffered every time.
"So, cultivation is the foundation, and spells are the branches and leaves. You must practice harder and don't slack off. After your cultivation improves, the power of thunder will be extraordinary."
Taking the opportunity to give the donkey some advice, Zhang Wenfeng was satisfied and returned to the medicine refining cave in the back mountain.
Yue Anyan looked at the fire and asked softly: "What's wrong with Second Senior Brother? He seems to be worried."
Zhang Wenfeng told about the troublesome thing that his second senior brother encountered in Jieqiao Village. He and his senior sister seemed to have different life experiences, and said: "Second senior brother's hidden intention is to take in that little orphan who has no qualifications for cultivating Taoism. What do you think?"
Yue Anyan hid his face in the backlight and was a little dazed. After a while, he said in a bleak tone:
"Tomorrow afternoon, I will go to another village with my second senior brother to assess and recruit apprentices, so as not to make it too difficult for him. The second senior brother may seem unkind, but in fact he is soft-hearted and cannot look down on pitiful people."
She went to the corner to meditate on a wheat straw futon.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the senior sister who was crossing her legs, closing her eyes and adjusting her breath, and said it as if he had a hard heart.
They took turns lighting the fire all night, and the two of them didn't talk much, so the time passed easily.
On the afternoon of the 11th, the medicinal gas in the cave became more and more fragrant, and the stove had been switched to a small fire to add charcoal. Zhang Wenfeng, who had rested in the evening, was in high spirits. He had already put away the books in his hands, and was concentrating on listening to the movements in the medicinal stove.
I looked at the hourglass pot, calculated that the time was almost up, and used small iron pliers to take out the red coals from the stove below.
He opened his arms and embraced the scalding copper stove.
The palms of both hands were placed on the semi-circular copper buckle protruding from the furnace body. As a junior monk, his resistance to high temperatures and cold was far beyond that of an acquired warrior.
He slowly poured Yuan Qi into the two copper buttons of the stove.
Be calm, have no distracting thoughts, and be calm and unhurried to activate Yuan Qi to turn into the energy of the medicine furnace for final refining and baking.
This is the most critical step in refining "Qing Qi Powder". His master's method of refining medicines is no longer the same from here on. Apart from the experience he learned from classics, he has no reference.
Time passed slowly, and my mind was extremely calm.
He found that through the thick dark yellow medicine refining furnace, he "saw" the chaotic situation of high-temperature steaming inside the medicine furnace.
The mist surges and changes.
A familiar feeling came to his heart, a knowing smile appeared on his lips, and he recited the scripture silently.
He felt that this time he should be able to grasp this magical state that made him stronger, and be able to show it even when he was awake, instead of being as uncomfortable as erasing his memory that he couldn't grasp or touch.