To reform the old and make new things, to eradicate the old evils, Taoist monks do it regardless of the year, on the first or fifteenth day of the lunar month, when the time comes.
He had just sent a message to the mountain chief, asking him to let go and take action. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the disciples to gather together, he should warn where there should be warnings, punish where there should be punishment, and publicly praise where there should be praise. Whether it was a disciple of the Zhang family or a disciple of the master,
No need to worry too much.
After a long period of time in a harmonious group, it is easy to cover up each other and stay in harmony. How can we practice with a peaceful mind in that case?
From now on, he will have to spare time to occasionally tell small stories and big lessons to the fourth batch of apprentices.
The old tradition of teaching by words and deeds cannot be lost.
Zhao Zhu'er, a fluttering white dress, flew over from the treetops, threw a small delicate wine jug to the viewer, and smiled happily: "Please drink the shopkeeper's wine. It's plain wine."
Guanzhu Zhang lifted the spout of the pot and sniffed it. He brewed rice wine, but did not drink it. He threw a red paper bag to Zhao Zhu'er and said with a teasing smile: "If you want to increase your salary and salary, you should ask the mountain chief. He is the chief steward of our Xianling Temple.
If you want rare and exotic treasures, you are right to go to Luzi. If you call him 'Senior Brother Lu' twice more, he won't even know his own name."
"The treasures that Luzi put in his pocket were coaxed into my hands yesterday, but the shopkeeper was not very generous. He only gave me a red envelope for a spirit stone and gave me the wine."
Zhao Zhuer, who was as light as a swallow, circled the viewer and reached out to grab the wine bottle she sent out, but the viewer repeatedly dodged him.
"One spirit stone can be exchanged for several large water tanks of plain wine like this, and you still made a profit."
"Why do I feel so shortchanged? I at least need a red envelope."
"Here you go."
Guanzhu Zhang threw out another red paper bag before sending away his naughty Zhao Zhuer.
After laughing for a while, Zhao Zhuer flew to the northwest. She wanted to go back to her hometown in Luoshahu Town, Guzhou.
The temple owner, protector, mountain chief, Yue Anyan, Zhao Zhuer and Lu Zijin all have the authority to use any of the various treasures, materials, crystals and other items stored in the treasury of the Xianling Temple without many restrictions.
Zhao Zhuer takes out a large amount of spiritual energy stones and water crystals from the warehouse every year to arrange formations to nourish her fifth-level body. The average small family cannot afford to raise it. Of course, when she reaches the golden elixir realm
At that time, the fifth-level relic will be able to exert some of its strength.
Hu Qiang'er and Leng Xiang, the two little spies, changed into new clothes, and the cute fans went up the mountain to pay New Year's greetings.
Then came Qian Jing, Zhang Xuandong, and Zhang Xuanyan. They all received a red envelope of a spiritual energy stone. Other disciples had previously served plain wine in the dining hall. Even if it was a New Year greeting, it was not appropriate to go up the mountain in groups to disturb the tranquility of the temple owner.
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As for the dog boy he named Zhang Xuanan, he was born in a low-class life and was used to knowing the rules by looking at his face. He knew that he was not a relative of the temple owner and would not go up the mountain without being summoned.
The little guy ate a black grape given by Mr. Donkey yesterday and had diarrhea several times. From last night to now, his whole body has been so warm that he can't even put on his new cotton robe. He feels that he has endless strength.
Then he knew that Mr. Donkey had not deceived him.
He hid another translucent fruit given by Xiao Ni'er and would eat it in a few days.
On the morning of the second day of the lunar new year, Yue Anyan, who had already returned to the village, was the first to say goodbye and leave. In the following days, Xiao Ni'er, Lu Zijin, Yang Shuilan, and Lezi each returned and agreed on a time to go to the secret realm of Bolan Lake to search for treasures.
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month has passed, and spring flowers are beginning to bloom.
The apprentices returned to Qingzheng Courtyard, and there were more children making noises and figures jumping up and down in Xianling Temple.
Gou Wa officially followed the apprentices in classes to read and learn scriptures. With so many playmates, he got along like a fish in water. Except for following the instructions of the master and the mountain leader, he could not practice the exercises with him for the time being, let alone cheat to learn. Other treatment was the same.
, I also have a small bowl of sweet and delicious spiritual rice porridge every three days.
The little guy is so happy that he doesn't have to be a beggar. He often wakes up laughing when he falls asleep.
As the number of second-level Youhua Anti-toxic Pills refined by the Dan Medical Hall increases, starting from the beginning of February, the mountain chief has been giving the Anti-toxic Pills to the disciples who are stagnant in the perfection and later stages of the Jianwei Realm according to the list of cultivation levels, and has rotated them a lot.
Disciples who guard several shops.
Zhang Wenfeng dug out several disciples and apprentices who were talented in swordsmanship and asked the mountain chief to build the sword terrace. He gave instructions every now and then, and occasionally gave a big lecture to the apprentices, imparting some principles of life and work outside of cultivation.
Every time there is a big class, the third batch of disciples rush to take seats to listen to the master's teachings.
The first and second batch of disciples all grew up listening to the Master’s lectures. However, during the period of their studies, the third batch of disciples had the Master walking away from the ordinary world. They completely missed the Master’s lectures and could not listen to them.
The seniors often brag about the interesting and magical past events in class. How can they not feel regretful?
Otherwise, I will be embarrassed to say that I am a Immortal Spirit Temple monk when I go out in the future.
After class, Zhang Guanzhu walked out of the newly built training hall and walked down the mountain.
Zhuang Yu came towards me, bowed, stepped to the side, and handed Master a note with both hands.
"Wu Bingyuan, the sect leader of Chongtian Palace, has been promoted to the Golden Core Realm... one of the four established sects, Chongtian Palace finally has another Golden Core monk."
Zhang Wenfeng took the note, glanced at it, motioned to Zhuang Yu to walk with him, and said, "I remember that in recent years, many of their monks have been walking away from the mortal world."
"So far, there are six people in Chongtian Palace who have escaped from the mortal world, and three of them have failed. It will be difficult for them to reach heaven if they want to advance. Except for Sect Leader Wu, who has succeeded, there are two others who are still on the way."
Zhuang Yu briefly stated that he had seen too many names who had taken the worldly path and then failed in retreat.
Every cold number represents the decline of a former generation of masters.
"They are too impatient. In fact, they can take it slow. I don't know if it is worth it to keep fighting for the sake of the sect's reputation."
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head, walked down the mountain on the path, with green wheat fields rolling on both sides, and said: "I told you last time that you will follow me into the secret realm to practice in early June. You have to arrange the matters at hand in advance."
He wanted to take advantage of the forbidden law environment of Moling Netherland, plus other conveniences, to create a group of free-spirited monks.
"Master, don't worry, I have made arrangements safely."
Zhuang Yu smiled and sent the message: "Deacon Fan promised to temporarily act on my behalf during my retreat, receive messages from various places and reply, and then report to the mountain chief depending on the importance of the situation. From top to bottom in the sect, Deacon Fan is the only one who can do this.
I have a lot of experience in dealing with it, and I will temporarily hide a few key chess pieces and will not tell everything."
Zhang Wenfeng nodded and said with a smile: "Go and do your work."
After sending Zhuang Yu away, he took a walk by the stream, but he was thinking about Bolang Lake, which was thousands of miles away. Two days ago, he received a message from Lu Zijin Feijian, informing him that they were going to enter the bottom of the lake "Zhenbo".
"Secret Realm" exploration, but I don't know what's going on?
If there is no news tomorrow, he plans to ask the people who stay behind to interrogate him.
While he was thinking, a sword light came out.
Reaching out to take a light blue flying sword, Zhang Wenfeng glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness, and then his face showed joy.
Yang Shuilan sent a message and informed that the three of them explored the Zhenbo Secret Realm and collected the remnant soul of a water demon hidden in the secret realm. They gained a lot and obtained a batch of "water beads" condensed from the essence of water transport for hundreds of years.
, it is very helpful for second- and third-level monks to improve their cultivation level, and it will not have the side effects of erysipelas, and there are several other heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
I also unexpectedly discovered a "Shou-Zeng Fruit Tree". There are currently five longevity-Zeng Guo fruits on the tree, which are the main medicine for refining the longevity pill. They still need two years to mature.
Yang Shuilan gave a list of auxiliary medicines and asked Xianlingguan Store to help collect them. She wanted to study hard and refine a life-enhancing pill that mortals could take.
Such a good thing made Guanzhu Zhang beam with joy.