Walking among the dark mountains on the main peak of Guizailing, with rugged rocks and few short trees, Zhao Zhuer casually picked up a thin and withered yellow dog tail flower and played with it, looking a little careless.
"Shopkeeper, after I finish setting up the formation in Guiziling, I will go back to the Western Continent to practice. If you have time, you can come to Wenzhai Academy with Sister Yun."
"Don't you personally oversee the construction of your 'Bamboo Palace'?"
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, he knew that Junior Sister Zhu'er was worried about Wenzhai Academy and wanted to go back to train the next generation of disciples.
"Shopkeeper, your naming skills are worse than Lu Zijin who has less ink in his belly."
Zhao Zhu'er wrinkled his nose in disgust, then smiled and pulled Yun Qiuhe into the middle, blocking the threat of the spectator's beating, and said: "I have already thought about the name, it is called 'Yingzhu Palace,' and I want to plant cultivation trees on the left and right sides of the palace.
Bamboo, open a bamboo garden, build a curved bamboo corridor with flowing water, the moonlight passes through the curtain and the wind enters the bamboo, it is very beautiful just thinking about it."
"How about Zhu'er, how many apprentices do you accept? Leave a legacy and have someone to help you take care of Shadow Bamboo Palace."
Yun Qiuhe suggested.
"It's very troublesome to accept disciples. In terms of fate and character, you can consider accepting one or two registered disciples. You don't have to be particularly talented. Just be honest and down-to-earth. Later I will send a message to the mountain leader and ask him to help me select a few. Call me
Come to Guizailing and let me observe you for a while."
Zhao Zhuer had never thought of recruiting disciples before. She preached and taught many disciples, so she suddenly turned to ask the monastery leader a common question: "What is Tao, shopkeeper?"
Zhang Guanzhu glanced at the young junior sister who became serious through Yun Qiuhe, and said with a smile: "It is said that 'there are three thousand roads, different roads lead to the same destination,..."
Zhao Zhuer was dissatisfied and shouted: "Shopkeeper, don't deal with me, tell me what you know about Tao, so that I can learn more about it."
Zhang Wenfeng extended his hand to invite him: "You should talk about it first and try to attract others."
Zhao Zhuer was so angry that he pinched Yun Qiuhe who was covering his mouth and smiled. After thinking for a moment, he threw the dog's tail flower with only half of it left in his hand and threw it to the roadside. He said softly: "Listen to the sound of the rain falling and watch the birds preying.
Observing the smoke at the bottom of the world and the dark existence in the city... these are all Tao to me."
Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly: "Every time it gets worse, it is the foundation of Tao."
"What do you mean? Don't play riddles, shopkeeper."
Zhao Zhuer asked with confusion in his eyes.
Zhang Wenfeng explained: "A Taoist sage once said that the Tao is in ant holes, and the Tao is in bricks and gravels that are not easy to see, or even dirty hidden places."
The situation gets worse when you go to the bottom, and you can see the truth more clearly as you go to the bottom. This is probably what I mean. Congratulations to Junior Sister Zhuer for finding the direction of the Tao."
Zhao Zhuer's eyes flashed, recalling the meaning of "every time it gets worse", and asked: "Which Taoist saint is it? I must read this saint's classics."
She is well-read, but she is very unfamiliar with comments that suit her state of mind, which is very inappropriate.
Yun Qiuhe also had doubts in her eyes, she had never heard of it either.
Zhang Wenfeng laughed dryly and said: "It was said by a Taoist saint from another world. Don't believe it. The world is so big beyond imagination. The Lord of the Secret Realm I know has gone to another world. Qiu He has seen her before...
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Yun Qiuhe and Zhao Zhuer immediately understood that it was the way of another saint relayed by the mysterious power Mo Ye and the temple master.
"Be taught!"
Zhao Zhuer raised her hands in the air. She already knew the direction in her mind and still asked: "Shopkeeper, what is the Tao?"
Under the gaze of the two women, Zhang Wenfeng slowly said: "The sun and the moon shine by themselves without being burned, the stars sequence themselves without being arranged, the beasts grow by themselves without being man-made, the wind moves by itself without being fanned, the water flows by itself without being pushed, and the grass and trees flow by themselves without being pushed.
Human beings are born by themselves, breathe by themselves without breathing, etc. It cannot be said that they are all Tao." The Tao he said had another meaning, and the two women suddenly fell into deep thought.
The great road has no words, the loud voice has no sound, and the elephant is invisible. Whatever you think in your heart can become the road.
"I have to stay at Shanmen for another ten or twenty years."
Zhao Zhuer said this, holding Yun Qiuhe's arm, smiling and adding duplicitously: "I want to spend more time with Sister Qiuhe, and I want to watch my Shadow Bamboo Palace be built."
Zhang Guan
The Lord gave me a look of disdain and admitted that "one word from you is better than ten years of reading." Is it difficult?
Although he also plagiarized the words of the saint.
Returning to Xianling Temple, Zhang Wenfeng summoned Gao Leng, the new deacon of Waiting Hall, to ask some questions. Zhuang Yu had been out of office for more than three years and practiced devoutly, ignoring external things.
Gao Leng flipped through the booklet he carried with him and said that Chen Qingqiao, the owner of Qingshui Temple, traveled alone four years ago and has not returned yet. He did not pay special attention to where he went.
Zhang Wenfeng told the strict and aloof person not to pay attention to Chen Guanzhu's whereabouts. He ordered a few things, drank a few cups of tea, and then served tea to see off the guests.
Before slaying the demon, he sent a flying sword message to Chen Qingqiao. The flying sword was hovering in the air and he could not determine the location of Chen Guanzhu, so he gave up.
Xiao Ni'er escaped from the Hualong Pond. He no longer had any chores that would take away his energy. He could concentrate on feeling the changes in the four seasons, feeling the cold and heat of the heaven and earth, sorting out his inspirations in the sect, and immersed himself in the new magical powers and practiced for some years. Nothing important might not happen in a hundred years.
Leave the Eastern Continent.
Every step forward in the Guiyi Realm requires a lot of time to practice.
Before that, he had one more important thing that needed to be done by Shi Nanguan, the deacon of Jingyi Hall. After receiving the summons, Shi Nanguan walked into the west hall of the old Taoist temple, saluted as he entered, and said with a smile: "Master, you finally remembered you.
My old disciple is here to say hello to you."
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and gestured to sit down. He looked at the little fat man with three long beards and a jade-like face with a charming smile. Among all the disciples, he was the only one who was talkative and easy-going. He asked some people from Jingyi Hall
He also studied several remote scriptures and classics. The little fat man answered fluently and studied the meaning of the scriptures so deeply that he, the contemplative master, felt ashamed.
Everyone has limited energy. After he advanced to the fifth level, he had already turned his mind to the avenue of laws of heaven and earth. "I called you here today. I have something you can arrange for capable people to handle."
"Master, please give me your instructions."
"The Taoist classics are so complex and vast that no monk has spent time correcting errors and omissions for many years. I hope you will take the lead and spend time collecting all the Taoist classics from the five continents, and invite colleagues to sort and classify the classic books of the three Taoist ancestors and the twelve Taoist saints.'
Seriously, this is a side story, and the merits of this matter are immeasurable. Maybe in fifty or hundreds of years, you will be able to benefit invisibly and further. Do you understand what I mean?"
Zhang Wenfeng looked into the old disciple's eyes and said slowly.
The word "serious scripture" is a huge term in Taoism. It is the pinnacle of Taoism's founder. The other classics annotated by Taoist saints can only be called "side scriptures" and "classics". The more powerful works left behind are weaker.
One layer is called a "set".
He needs to read through the "serious scriptures" of the Taoist ancestors and make connections with the ancient scrolls in the sea of consciousness to prepare for his future promotion to the sixth level.
Shi Nanguan stood up solemnly, bowed and said, "How dare you disobey your orders!"
His voice trembled slightly with excitement.
Why didn't he think of it? After doing this, just as the master said, "the merits are immeasurable."