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Under a big tree as thick as several people can hug each other, there are a few relatively smooth and clean pieces, and the figures of two passers-by in the mountains. One is sleeping on the ground, and the other is sitting cross-legged. Time passes silently, and in the blink of an eye, The fish-white color rising in the eastern sky has been rendered gorgeous by the bright light of the morning sun. The gleaming purple sunlight has dispersed the thick white fog shrouding the mountains, awakening everything in the mountains and the passers-by in the mountains.
"Well..." The man who was sleeping on the floor let out a soft groan, and opened his eyes with a bit of confusion. He looked at the surrounding scenery with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face. The memory in my mind still lingers on the enjoyable banquet last night, but it was so incompatible with everything in front of me.
"Could it be that what happened last night was just a dream?" He couldn't help mumbling to himself, but then he was surprised to find a few books that he used as pillows. It was a gift given to him by Mr. Huangfu Minghua in the dream.
"This..." Surprised, horrified, and unsure of what to do, for a moment, he looked at the books in front of him and fell into extremely puzzled confusion for a long time. , he also couldn’t figure out whether the adventure last night was a reality or a dream, so he could only give it a wry smile: “Wang Erlang, Wang Erlang, it’s in vain that you are still a scholar who claims to read books about sages. He didn’t expect that even the dream was really real. I can’t tell the difference..."
"Looking for truth in dreams is also illusory, and phantoms born from the heart are also real. Second Young Master Wang, why do you bother yourself?" At this moment, the person sitting quietly next to him opened his eyes, opened his mouth, and spoke. Suddenly, a thick purple mist fell from the sky, stretching for several feet, enveloping his whole body, as if covered with a layer of brilliant rays of light, like a god entering the mortal world.
"Taoist Master Zhiqiu." Wang Erlang felt that the thoughts in his heart were clearer, much better than before. He seemed to have some understanding after hearing the words, and immediately said: "Thank you for your advice."
"Guide, where can I give you some guidance? I just want to tell you that no matter last night was a dream or reality, since you are awake now, hurry up and pack your things. It's time for us to set off. If you don't miss your family, I still want to tell you." I miss my Taoist temple." Jiang Chen chuckled and stood up immediately. Without seeing what he did, two horses galloped towards the woods in the distance and stopped in front of the two of them.
Wang Erlang quickly put away the books on the ground carefully. This is a sage classic annotated by Mr. Kong Lin, a descendant of the sage himself. For a scholar, it is worth ten thousand taels of gold!
Jiang Chen had already jumped up on his horse and watched Wang Erlang sorting out the books and putting them in the horse's hanging bag. Then he got on his horse and followed Jiang Chen back to Yuncheng.
Due to the thick fog that had been falling in the mountains for several days, the two of them had already deviated from the original path and lost their direction. Naturally, Wang Erlang could not lead the way. Fortunately, the white fog had receded, and Jiang If you practice Taoism successfully in the morning, you will have your own way to identify the direction so as not to get lost.
It took two days in a row before Jiang Chen took Wang Erlang out of the mountains and forests and arrived at the remote ghost village they had visited before. Because of the encounter they had experienced when they arrived, although it was getting late, Wang Erlang still insisted on rushing on. Jiang Chen felt that The next moment I felt funny, I simply followed his wishes and continued on my way across the mountain village.
The sun gradually set in the west, and in a blink of an eye, the sky turned dark. The two had no choice but to spend the night in a mountain forest. Sitting around the campfire, Wang Erlang couldn't help but sigh: "I used to hear Brother Caichen say that when he was out collecting debts, he often Spending the night in the wild mountains, I didn’t expect that now I would have the opportunity to experience what it’s like to spend the night in the wilderness.”
"Brother Caichen?" Jiang Chen asked subconsciously, "Who is he?"
"He is a classmate of mine." Wang Erlang responded with a smile: "We both studied in an academy in Jinhua County. His surname is Ning, and his full name is 'Ning Caichen'. Although his qualifications are not high, he is popular. He is very honest, studies hard, and is very knowledgeable. Unfortunately, his family is poor and his life is tight, and he refuses to accept the money we donated, so he has been living by collecting rent for some properties owned by the Liu family."
"Ning Caichen..." Jiang Chen chewed the name carefully, and unknowingly, some inexplicable weird thoughts came to his mind.
After a night of silence, the two of them rushed their horses early the next morning. Although they did not deliberately speed up, they returned to Yuncheng in just half a day. After saying goodbye, Wang Erlang went to his home, and Jiang Chen also went to Yuncheng Mountain. Passing by the front mountain, he unexpectedly discovered that the scholar Wang Yi had closed his study in the mountain at some time. He must have gone home to accompany his parents and wife, so he He couldn't help but smile with relief.
Although he almost lost his life in a love affair, Wang Yiche learned many truths about life through this incident. Jiang Chen believed that after he moved back home, he would definitely honor his parents and love his wife. , and his original fight with the big demon mandrill was not in vain.
At that time, his cultivation level was still low. Even if he lost his inner elixir, Mandrill was still a great demon who had practiced for more than 800 years. He was no ordinary person. In that battle, Jiang Chen really tried his best, using Taoism and martial arts. , magical weapons, and all the magical weapons that can be used. Although they win, it is also dangerous.
After putting in so much effort, Jiang Chen would be really at a loss if an unknown person comes back. Fortunately, Wang Yi is a pretty good character. After all, Jiang Chen did not need to regret his original choice, and his efforts were not in vain.
Returning to the Taoist temple on the mountain, the days seemed to have suddenly become peaceful. Except for the occasional believers who came to the Taoist temple to offer incense and pray for blessings on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, on weekdays, Jiang Chen was the only one living alone in the huge Kunlun Villa. Fortunately, he was practicing Taoism. While practicing martial arts, I often don't go out for ten and a half days, but I don't feel lonely.
Only by being able to endure loneliness and letting yourself be lonely forever can you become a true master!
Jiang Chen no longer remembers where he read this sentence, but this does not prevent him from understanding the truth. There is never a shortcut in practice, even if, through his reincarnation talent, he can do it in a very short time. To obtain the power that others cannot pursue in their lifetime, he still has to start from the beginning and walk the path that all practitioners have to walk from beginning to end. Only with a solid foundation can he make progress and make further progress.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed, and it is the late spring and early summer of the next year. During this period, although Jiang Chen has deduced the rudimentary form of his martial arts, he seems to have encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation. It has been more than a month. There was no progress at all. Fortunately, he knew in his heart that in practicing Taoism, he paid attention to letting nature take its course, and he did not force it blindly.
This day, the fifteenth, is a rare auspicious day. On such auspicious days, many faithful men and women will always come to the Taoist temple to offer incense and worship the gods. As usual, Jiang Chen received him at the mountain gate early in the morning, but he never Thinking about it, his reception did not bring any good men and women, but it brought him a lot of trouble.
The visitor looked frustrated and decadent, and he was an acquaintance. It turned out to be Wang Erlang. He didn't know what kind of madness he had gone. After not seeing him for several months, he didn't want to continue reading his sage books. Instead, in public, he I want to worship myself as my teacher, Xiu Xian asked.
"I'm going!" Jiang Chen almost didn't utter a curse word, so he could swallow back the words that were on his lips, and asked with confusion in his mouth: "Second Young Master Wang, are you suffering from brain damage or something?" You're so funny, you're a good scholar, you don't pursue the golden list and honor your ancestors, but you come to be a Taoist priest, you won't really become a different person, will you?"
"Taoist Master Zhiqiu." Wang Erlang knelt on the ground, his face full of decadence and sincerity: "Please, accept me as your disciple. I have decided to cut off all worldly ties and enter Taoism to practice."
Jiang Chen frowned and asked, "Just tell me kindly, what's wrong with you? Why do you insist on coming to my place to be a Taoist priest?"
"I..." Wang Erlang hesitated for a while. After hesitating for a long time, he finally slowly told the cause of the matter from beginning to end. It turned out that during the time when he went home, because After receiving the sage classics written by Kong Lin, he studied hard behind closed doors. The more he studied the scriptures, the more profound and profound he felt and benefited a lot. He gradually became immersed in it and kept reading it all day long, even his family ignored it. ... ... ...