A bright red sun hangs in the high sky, and the late morning bells are scattered into the forest. Qing style holds a scroll of scriptures and begins to chant the scriptures every day. All the disciples, brothers and sisters in the Maoliaozi were stunned, and they were all staggered. No wonder they were drowsy, because the Qing-style reading was too hypnotic. Before the time for chanting a stick of incense, the people below had already poured a large piece of it. Yun Zhi was an exception. The dog thief was injured and started to jump around again, smiling and drawing beards on the dozing Sang Ya's face with a brush.
Qi Yin usually does not recite sutras, and morning chanting is the most boring. He feels that it is a waste of time to do something else. Yesterday, he finished reading the "Zhongzhou Chronicle in China" which recorded the origin of Daomen, and today he drew talismans in front of "The Complete Book of Talismans for Fools". He is now a person with spiritual power, and his cultivation has reached a new level. With spiritual power, he can control the sword and draw talismans in the air. He is full of confidence.
A faint light of fluorescent light appeared, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, and drew stroke by stroke, his spiritual power traced a pale blue trail in the void, shimmering faintly. At the beginning, the spiritual power is abundant, and the later it becomes more and more difficult. The trajectory gradually became thinner, his arms began to go numb, and the meridians were like rivers that had dried up. He gritted his teeth and insisted, the meridians began to hurt, spreading to the fingertips inch by inch, and in the end, the fingers seemed to be broken.
"Smelly Senior Brother! You are bullying me again!"
There was a scream from Sangya, and Qi Yin's brushstrokes were cut off abruptly. The shape-changing talisman was only halfway through, and the blue light faded and disappeared without a trace. Qi Yin covered his face with a long sigh, leaned on the table, turned his head, and saw Fu Lan sitting on the edge of the Mao Liaozi, as usual, staring at the distant mountains in a daze, the side of his fair face shrouded in the sky light, there was a saying. Unbelievably clear.
Qi Yin held his chin and stared at Fu Lan for a long time. He was about to clear his mind and was about to regroup and draw a talisman again when the gavel rang in the Qing style. The people below squinted and got up from the table, and said with a clear smile: "Monkeys, how did the old man read the hypnosis sutra today?"
"Very good! Very good!" Everyone nodded in approval.
Qing Shi shook his head helplessly, and said: "Monkey cubs, if you don't work hard, you will be the one who will be embarrassed. The opportunity to lose face will come. At the end of the year, there is no way to talk about the Tao, and those with spiritual power can participate. After the 21st, you will follow Yunzhi Yujian to the south."
Luo Tian said? Qi Yin sat up agitatedly. He had heard of this thing. It was a grand event held every five years in the Three Thousand Immortals Gate. As the head of the sect, Wufang holds a forum every five years, and invites the elders and disciples of Xianmen to talk about Taoism and listen to learning. Talking about Taoism is actually a fight, and it is a good opportunity for immortal disciples who want to stand out in one fell swoop to become famous. I heard that that time he fought from day to night, standing on the sword-wiping platform, and Gui Meijian became famous overnight.
Then there is the transmission of scriptures. Wufangshan, who is the first of the Taoist sect, opens an altar to teach, and invites Xianmen children to gather to listen to the study. The excellent Taoism written by each class of students will be compiled into a booklet called "Daoyuan Cuihua", which will be collected in the Wufang Ziji Sutra Collection Building.
When he was a child, Qi Yin always had daydreams. He dreamed that he was on the sword-wiping stage and picked all directions, defeating the invincible in the world, and wrote a long masterpiece under the sword-wiping stage. Argument. The old patriarch's "Tao Te Ching" was regarded as the standard, and today there is his Qi Yin "Jili Wa La Jing" which is second to none.
But fortunately, Qi Yin has grown up and stopped daydreaming for a long time, so don't be embarrassed by his cultivation of half a bucket of water. What's more, Wufang Mountain, he didn't want to go at all. He raised his hand and said, "Master, do you all have to go?"
Qing Shi looked at him, his eyes were quite meaningful, "Don't force it for your teacher, it's up to you to go or not."
"Don't worry, Junior Brother," Yun Zhi came over and hooked him on the shoulder, "At your level, fighting is just playing around. It's not difficult to listen to and learn, and you just need to write a few 800-word essays for your homework."
Qi Yin spat out a mouthful of old blood, "I can't say eight hundred words even in my sleep."
"There's a trick to writing that stuff, and my senior brother will teach you." Liu Bai winked at him, "Let's go together, just play in the mountains and water."
All the brothers and sisters came to persuade him. Qi Yin was so annoyed that he scratched his head and said, "I'll think about it again."
Everyone left the class, everyone left, Fu Lan slowly packed the bookcase, Qi Yin let out a long sigh, put his head on his back and said in a muffled voice: "Brother, am I so stupid? Spiritual power, sword-fighting art is sometimes ineffective, and I have only successfully used it once in Lan Xian'er. I can't draw a talisman, and half of my mother's arm will be broken."
Fu Lan turned around and touched his dog's head to comfort him.
Qi Yin lowered his head and said dejectedly: "How do you learn this stuff? I wake up early and get into the dark, practice swords and memorize talismans. Now even that girl Sang Ya can use a small shovel to shovel feces for Master Cat, and I don't even have a spoon. Don't move."
Fu Lan thought about it and said, "Come with me."
Qi Yin was stunned, followed him out, and said, "Where are you going? Don't throw me off the rake again."
Fu Lan didn't mess around this time, he took him to Siguo Cliff. The dark mountains were under the blue sky. Fu Lan stood in front of the wind, her shaggy hair fluttering out in the breeze. He turned his face sideways and said to Qi Yin, "Xiao Yin, close your eyes."
"Ah?" Qi Yin was puzzled.
After Fu Lan turned to Qi Yin, he covered his eyes with both hands.
"Listen carefully—"
Countless light blue flying fish swam out of Fu Lan's body, passed through Qi Yin's body, and flew to the distant sky. Qi Yin was still stunned, he didn't know what Fu Lan was doing, this guy's hands were usually cold, like his spiritual power like the gurgling stream, there was a kind of refreshing feeling. In a trance, Qi Yin smelled the smell of the mountains after the rain on him again, and unconsciously took a step back, his back was attached to Fu Lan's chest, Qi Yin shivered and did not dare to move.
"Did you hear that?" Fu Lan asked him.
This guy was too close to him, and the voice rang in his ears, Qi Yin's ears were itchy, and his heart was itchy, like a small feather gently scratching the tip of his heart. Qi Yin blushed and asked, "What did you hear?"
Fu Lan put down her hand and looked at him blankly.
Xiaoyu floated and hovered around them, and the two of them stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Qi Yin actually saw a little helplessness in the eyes of this indifferent person.
"Xiao Yin, you are not paying attention." Fu Lan said.
Qi Yin blushed as if he had been caught, coughed a few times, and said, "Sorry, come again, come again."
Qi Yin took a deep breath, silently recited the meditation formula, and got rid of distracting thoughts. Fu Lan covered his eyes again, and the little fish swam to the distant mountains one by one. Fu Lan's spiritual power slowly soaked through him, like soaking in cool water. He heard Fu Lan's heart beating against his back, beating one after another. In a trance, his heart seemed to merge with Fu Lan's heart, something changed silently, and Qi Yin opened his eyes.
The high sky is close at hand, and the green mountains stretch below. He suddenly found himself as transparent as if birds could fly over him and the wind could blow over him. He suddenly realized that he had become Fu Lan's little fish, in other words, Fu Lan lent him the little fish. It's just that this time was different from the previous time in the tile-roofed house. They achieved a closer integration, and all the fish obeyed his orders and flew to the mountains and mountains with him.
"Xiao Yin, did you hear it?" Fu Lan's voice sounded in his ears, "You mortals often say that the heaven and the earth are silent, but in fact, the heaven and the earth have a heartbeat, and the heaven and the earth have sounds. You listen—"
Fu Lan's hearing was open to him.
In an instant, the sound of everything in the world rushed towards him like a tide, the storms and rains gathered by the dark clouds thousands of miles away, and the Songtao that was close at hand rose and fell one after another. There is also that heartbeat, which is inexhaustible, small at first, and then bigger and bigger, as if it were Shen Xiong's war drum. The sky and the earth are in a mess, and all things are hissing, and it is impossible to tell whose heartbeat is the mountain or the waves or the mountains and the sky.
He wandered blankly in the wind, like a small mayfly. He was surrounded by the roar of heartbeats, layer upon layer of disturbance, and suddenly there was silence in the noise, and he heard his own weak heart beating one after another.
Did you hear that? Qi Yin, that is the magnificent world.
When someone was talking to him in a trance, he turned his head suddenly, and whispers sounded in the vast mountains and rivers, as if they had traveled through thousands of years, flew out of the gap of time and floated to his ear. At the two ends of time, the ancients are not seen before and the comers are not seen. At the two ends of life and death, the blue and yellow springs are vast.
It turns out that people send heaven and earth, but mayflies are nothing more than mayflies.
However, the mayfly has a heart and can communicate with the heaven and the earth.
I don't know how long it took, Yuyu returned to the cage with his tail back, Fu Lan put down his hand, Qi Yin was still stunned, and didn't return to his soul.
"Xiao Yin." Fu Lan poked his face.
"Brother," Qi Yin came back to his senses and said, "You are amazing."
Fu Lan said: "Heaven and earth have sound, and all things have spirit. When you can hear the heartbeat of the sword, you can control the sword."
"Ah?" Qi Yin grimaced, "Then we have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Moon."
The two sat down on the cliff and looked at the distant mountains side by side. Turning his head to look at Fu Lan, this guy's eyes were quiet, and he didn't know what was going on. Qi Yin suddenly knew, maybe when he was in a daze, he was listening to the heartbeat of heaven and earth as he did just now.
"Brother," Qi Yin poked him with his elbow, "do you think I should go to nowhere?"
Fu Lan turned to look at him, "Do you want to go?"
Qi Yin bowed his head and shook his legs and said, "I don't know, I'm quite contradictory. If I go to Wufang, I'll definitely go to my father's tomb to pay my respects. I don't know if I want to see him, I'm very I don't want to see him, I don't want to see him. But sometimes when I wake up, I seem to have a little thought..." Qi Yin scratched her head depressedly, "Hey, I don't know."
"I think you should go." The black cat appeared out of nowhere and crouched beside Qi Yin.
Qi Yin was startled and said, "Where did you come from?"
"The old man came out and yo bend, this mountain is so big, where else can the old man go?" The black cat licked his paws and said, "If you want to go, you will have nowhere to go. If you don't go, maybe you will miss it for the rest of your life. In the future, we will go back to the Southern Border, but it will not be so easy to go to nowhere."
Qi Yin frowned and said nothing.
"When you go to the tomb of Qi, you can take revenge by urinating," said the black cat.
Qi Yin: "..."
Forget it, thinking about it makes his head hurt, so let's not think about it. Qi Yin hooked Fu Lan's neck and chatted casually, "Brother, who do you think is more handsome?"
"you."
"Hey, good eyesight," Qi Yin was very satisfied, and asked again, "Brother, is your prototype like what you are now?"
"Um."
"Is it possible that if you don't touch your heart, you can grow back your broken arm and broken leg?"
"Um."
"What if you chop off your big baby, can it grow back?"
Fu Lan was silent.
"Can you?" Qi Yin asked persistently.
Fu Lan: "… "