Shen Lian said happily: "Sir, you must be Xunzi who knows hundreds of saints."
The scribe laughed and said, "If you are a learned gentleman, please continue."
Shen Lian paused and said: "Xunzi is the descendant of the founder of Confucianism, Master. There is a record in his writings that Master visited the Ancestral Temple and saw an instrument that was tilted and easy to fall over. Master asked the guard of the temple Person: “What kind of instrument is this? The temple guard replied, "This is a tool used by those who are lenient to forgive to warn themselves." The Master said: "I heard that the seat of mercy and forgiveness will tilt when it is empty, it will straighten when it is half filled with water, and it will tip over when it is filled with water." The Master turned back to his disciple and said, "Pour water into it." "His disciples brought water to fill. When half of the water was poured in, the teacup was upright. When the water was filled, the teacup fell over. When the water was emptied, it tilted again. The master said with emotion: "Oh, why? Will any be full without overturning? "
After saying the last sentence, Shen Lian sighed softly, how could it be full but not overturned? The peak will then decline, the moon will wax and wane, this is the way of heaven, and the way of alchemy is to achieve perfection, which is to go against the way of heaven. , it is difficult and difficult.
The scribe smiled and said leisurely: "It's absolutely true. A saint speaks a little righteousness and tells a story, which naturally has its own truth. People in the world are ignorant and pray to God and worship Buddha. Don't they know that God is in their hearts and also in the truth?"
Shen Lian was silent, neither agreeing nor objecting.
After a long time, he said: "If I were a foolish sentient being, I would have to pray to God and worship Buddha."
The scribes were surprised and finally speechless. The world is ignorant, so it is blameless to seek faith. In the world of mortals in the world, there are only a few people who sprout the heart of Tao and embark on the road of seeking Tao.
Finally, the scribe said: "I will give you this quiver."
Since he had taken something and had nothing to say, Shen Lian had no reason to leave it behind. Moreover, Shen Lian heard Qian Mo's call and seemed to be in trouble.
Shen Lian didn't know what happened to this mysterious sparrow, because the two had not yet reached the state of spiritual communication. It's just that the middle-aged scribe didn't seem to have magic power, and Shen Lian didn't want to shock the world. He bowed slightly and left before stepping out. There is no need for too many clichés when we are strangers on different roads and meet and disperse by fate.
The scribe waited until Shen Lian was out of sight and then sat quietly next to a table in the study. There was already a pot of tea on the table. At this time, a group of green will-o'-the-wisps ignited beside the pot. It did not light the wooden table, but only covered it. After a while, the teapot emitted cold white steam, as if it were boiling.
The scribe picked up the teapot and poured a cup. The tea was as cold as ice and snow. He poured it into his throat, with an intoxicated look on his face, and sighed: "It really takes a deep fire to make this pot of snow bud tea." Without losing the original flavor.”
As soon as the flame fell into the open space next to it, a person suddenly appeared in the empty room. He was wearing a black robe, his eyes were filled with green flames, and his face was blue, which was really scary.
This was the green-faced man that Shen Lian had seen at Cuiping Mountain that day. This man originally intended to hurt him with the ghost fire. Unfortunately, the ghost fire was naturally restrained by Shen Lian's physical fitness trained in the ghost river, and it was not effective at all.
The green-faced man bowed respectfully and said, "Why did the Lord let him go?"
The scribe gently put down the tea cup in his hand, with an expression on his face that was still recalling the fragrance of snow bud tea, and said slowly: "He has been recognized by the sword of Patriarch Yuanqing, and his magical method of transforming the free demon is related to Patriarch Yuanqing, and even If the origins are the same, if I make any move, I will definitely make a big fuss and attract Master Zi Ling."
The green-faced man said: "With the Lord's methods, is there no other way to control Shen Lian? Master Zi Ling is chasing too hard. If we can't find a way to break Taixu's divine strategy, Lord, this heavenly demon's magical method The last step will be difficult to implement and will be destroyed by Master Zi Ling."
The scribe smiled slightly and said: "Xiao Qing'er, you have been with me for two hundred years, and it seems that you have never talked so much as you do today. You must know that it is precisely because you talk so little that you have been able to stay with me for so long."
His smiling expression was particularly frightening in the eyes of the green-faced man, and he remembered that although the Lord had cultivated his aura of awe-inspiring power in recent years to control the demonic thoughts generated by the magical magic of heavenly demons, his nature was moody and unstable, and that would not change.
He knew he had made a mistake and kept kowtowing.
The "Mysterious Method of Transforming Self-Contained Heavenly Demons" practiced by scribes is a real and supreme magical skill. The reason why it is called a demon is that it is very different from the authentic Taoism.
This magic skill is to train the complicated thoughts in people's hearts into heavenly demons, which can invade other people's hearts silently and through certain media, and finally occupy the magpie's nest and train the other person into his own incarnation.
However, the essence of Taoism is to have a pure mind. The more complex the thoughts are, the harder it will be to see the true nature when the delusion is finally broken. Therefore, although this method is wonderful and magical, it is extremely difficult to break the delusion.
Because all kinds of falsehoods have been invisibly amplified many times by his magic method of transforming the demons into freedom, and finally cutting off the falsehoods is tantamount to committing suicide.
Because thoughts are many and complex, it is difficult to see the true nature. Even if you want to break the illusion, you still don't know what is the origin and what is the end. You can't even find 'I', so you can't understand the mind and see the true nature.
People who come to practice this great method do not die in terms of life span, but in the end they cannot bear the alternation of multiple temperaments, and finally go crazy and hurt others and themselves.
His temperament is unpredictable and moody, and nothing he does should be surprising.
When he first chose this "Mysterious Method of Transforming Heavenly Demons", he was already destined for a catastrophe in Qingxuanhui.
He was extremely talented, and it was not until he had mastered this great art that he was almost able to break through it, before being noticed by his fellow disciples. By then, under his chaotic demonic nature, he had already practiced many evil secret arts, and even lost part of his talent. The top peers and teachers quietly became incarnations, and finally fought against each other. This was the time when Qingxuan was at its peak for thousands of years, but suddenly this catastrophic disaster occurred, and a situation of insecurity emerged.
At that time, there were only three immortal immortals left in this world in the sect. One of them traveled through the mountains and rivers and fell into a dangerous place in a cave. The other one was suffering from a catastrophe and was unable to escape. Fairy Ziling met a Enemies, the two engaged in a life-and-death fight, and in the end, they were killed by each other, but they themselves were also injured at the root, and had to be reincarnated again.
If it weren't for Zhang Ruoxu's amazing methods, forcing the scribes to retreat, and reluctantly purging all the members of the sect who were infected by the scribes' demonic nature, Qingxuan's ten thousand years of orthodoxy would have been wiped out.
For this reason, Zhang Ruoxu himself suffered indelible damage and had to stay in Qingxuan Hall all the time, relying on Manshan's inspiration to maintain his injuries.
The scribe whispered to the green-faced man: "Get up." His voice was so gentle that no trace of anger could be heard.
The green-faced man became more and more uneasy, but he did not dare to disobey.
In fact, over the years, although the Lord has rarely taken action, his magical powers have become increasingly weird and unpredictable, and he has found the awe-inspiring thoughts left by the disciples to suppress all evil thoughts in his body. Let him overcome it and take another step forward to reach the magical body. At that time, he will be in the realm of true immortality and reach the sky in one step.
The scribe continued: "Over the years, in order to avoid causing trouble, there have been very few people staying with me, so I will not do anything to you casually. Besides, I have let you know many of my secrets. This kind of trust I have never given it to anyone else, so what do you think I would do to you?"
After hearing this, the green-faced man couldn't help but almost knelt down again.
Shen Lian had no idea that this harmless scribe was actually a peerless demon, and even almost trained him into an incarnation.
At this time, the flying snow was floating in the sky again. As for why it was called the flying snow, it was just because the flying snow fell into the lake.
The lake is covered with ice.
The solitary mark in the sky was Qian Mo. He swooped down and was counterattacked by a blue light. The two were entangled for a while, and Qian Mo went to the sky again. As for the ice layer, Xiao Xun was lying on it, with some blood beside him, and a girl.
Bald girl. Without hair, a girl's beauty will be reduced a lot. Even so, this girl is beautiful enough that most men can't help but admire her when they see her.
She was being treated patiently, holding the magic formula in her hand, and a holy white light appeared, purer than snow.
The person emitting green light was her companion, and Shen Lian happened to recognize him.
The green light is a flying sword, coming and going like lightning. There is also a strong spiritual power of wood and fire on it, which is endless. The flying snow in the sky dissipates into misty clouds as soon as it gets close to the green light.
Qian Mo's body was looming in the clouds and mist, but could not break through the green light's blockade.
The man who controls the flying sword is a young Taoist priest with a green Taoist robe and a green sword light. His name is Song Qingyi.
Shen Lian whistled, shaking the surrounding area. Qian Mo heard it immediately, flew over, and finally stood firmly on Shen Lian's shoulder.
When Song Qingyi saw Shen Lian, he couldn't help but be happy and said, "Ah, why is it you Shen Lian?"
Shen Lian's thoughts moved and he comforted Qian Mo.
Then his figure suddenly disappeared and he appeared in front of Song Qingyi, wondering: "Friend Qingyi, why did you come to Yue Tuo Kingdom and have a conflict with my spirit beast?"
Song Qingyi pointed at Qian Mo and said: "It turns out that this little bird is your spirit beast. Just now it and this little demon bird wanted to steal Junior Sister Qixiu's Qingling Pill, but I found out that this little bird ran fast, and the other one I just moved a little slowly, but was injured by my sword energy. Junior Sister Qixiu is compassionate by nature. She couldn't bear to see the little demon bird in trouble, so she took action to treat it. Unexpectedly, this little bird was so ungrateful and wanted to bully Junior Sister Qixiu. I Naturally, I couldn't help but start fighting with it, but this bird's spiritual power is not very strong, and its speed is really rare. After fighting with me for several rounds, I didn't even get a single feather from it."
Qian Mo seemed to be able to understand what Song Qingyi was saying, and he chirped a few times in dissatisfaction.
Song Qingyi immediately glared at it, one person and one bird, there was a big disagreement and he wanted to take action again.
Shen Lian saw that Song Qingyi's magic power had really made great progress compared to the past, and he had to admire the Xuantian Sect's Taoism. It was really mysterious and flawless, and his progress was rapid.
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