"Who has the evidence to prove that the temple really exists?" Fan Xian still retained the empirical spirit of modern people.
Fei Jie said proudly: "One of the four great masters, Kuhe Guoshi, just occasionally got the favor of the temple, and became a peerless powerhouse on the mainland. Isn't this enough proof?"
"Maybe Ku He took a lot of stimulants and then used the temple as an excuse." Fan Xian pursed his lips.
"Hey, although I'm also very jealous of Ku He's bald luck, I admire him for his consistent devotion to the gods for decades. How could he use the temple as an excuse... Besides, what is a stimulant?"
"It's a kind of tonic medicine, similar to elixir or something... It must be overdone, otherwise his hair would fall out."
Fan Xian smiled and joked with the teacher.
Fei Jie didn't bother to talk to him: "Temples, like Tianmai, are things stored in classics. The most important part of the royal family sacrifices in various countries is the worship of temples. It's just that temples don't want to disturb the world and never enter the world. , so the sacrifices were only held at the Temple of Heaven three miles outside the imperial palace. There were great sacrifices from the temples in the Temples of Heaven in the Qing Dynasty and the Northern Qi Dynasty, but they never interfered with government affairs and state affairs. Only some ascetic monks were said to be leftovers from the temples in the world. Walking in the world cultivates the body and mind."
Fan Xian was still smiling, but he was thinking in his heart, what kind of existence is this temple? If it is a religion, why is there no such thing as a church in this world? If there are no such lower institutions, then this religion will not be able to control power. Without power, there will be no interests, and without interests...then there is no reason for any organization to exist.
So he didn't believe that the temple was really just a transcendent existence separated from the world, as Teacher Fei said.
However, he also thought in his heart that it would be nice if there was such a miraculous place as a belief without interfering with human life.
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"Okay, teacher, you have been gossiping for a long time, but you still haven't said what is going on with the true energy in my body."
Seeing that it was rare for a primary school student to lose his temper, Fei Jie checked his pulse seriously, and then said solemnly: "As I said just now, the zhenqi in your body is very overbearing. The amount of zhenqi in the body has far exceeded what your body can hold at your current age."
"Is it that serious?" Fan Xian grimaced.
"not sure yet."
"Then you scare me in advance."
"I'm not trying to scare you, it's just that you're like a wineskin bag. The bag is only so big, but the wine inside is getting more and more. If you continue to practice, I'm worried that your leather bag will be swollen in the future." break."
Fan Xian practiced kung fu these days, except for the burning pain in his waist, he didn't have any strange feelings, so when he heard what the teacher said, he couldn't help but couldn't believe it. He shook his head and said, "The teacher is scolding me. I can understand."
"You try to exercise the true energy in your body according to the usual exercises." Fei Jie frowned slightly.
According to Fan Xian's words, he closed his eyes and returned to his mind, and naturally entered the state of cultivation. The warm air mass under the abdomen began to gradually expand, and slowly dispersed along the meridians of the body to the limbs.
Fei Jie closed his eyes, put his fingertips on the little guy's wrist, and carefully judged it. After a while, he suddenly frowned and said, "Don't keep it on purpose. You are only a five-year-old child. Even if your qi is too domineering, you can't let it go." It’s impossible to hurt me, it’s just that you are too weak to bear it now.”
"Oh." Fan Xian had indeed been controlling the strength of the zhenqi in his body, and slowly released it from the dantian, but at this moment, after hearing what the teacher said, he thought he was right. Naturally, his little zhenqi couldn't hurt this person. Old poison, if you release too little true energy, it will be really difficult for the teacher to detect the real symptoms.
Thinking in this way, he closed his eyes, and the method of the unnamed true qi formula slowly sounded in his mind: "If the shape of the Huachi Lake is still destroyed, you should lead the heavenly spring to pour into your body..."
As the breath rises, the zhenqi in the body seems to be ordered, jumping, and happily ran out of his dantian, following his meridians from the abdomen to the back, along a very strange path. rushed to the wrist.
A muffled sound rang out in the study!
Fei Jie opened his eyes suddenly, only to feel that his finger on the child's wrist was flicked by a strong infuriating energy. He was not prepared, and was bounced to the wall abruptly, with a muffled sound. , There was a burning sensation between the fingers, a pain in the chest, and blood spit out with a puff!
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On the other side, Fan Xian also felt a tightness in his chest. When he raised his head, he saw Fei Jie's tragic appearance. Shocked, he hurried forward and helped the teacher up.
Fei Jie waved his hand, indicating that it was all right, got up from the ground, touched the blood stains on his lips, and now looked at the little guy with strange eyes, and there were some inexplicable smells.
He murmured to himself, "You're only five years old...how did your true qi become so domineering? If you continue to practice, won't you be killed by the true qi in your body in the future?"
Fan Xian was taken aback when he heard the teacher swearing. He didn't expect that Teacher Fei Jie would vomit blood from the sudden disobedience in his wrist. But after Fei Jie was injured, the first thing he thought of was not his own injury, but the future safety of the students. Thinking of this, even Fan Xian, who has been hiding in a child's body and sometimes deliberately shutting down his feelings, was moved. .
The wooden door opened without wind, and a black image swept in like a black light.
Fan Xian was very familiar with this person's smell, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and just supported Teacher Fei Jie.
"Two fools."
Even at such a time, the blind Wuzhu still kept such a cold tone. He lifted Fan Xian away with one hand, put his finger on the little guy's neck, paused for a while and said coldly: "You are not injured, just watching Fei Jie vomit blood. , I was too flustered."
Then he "looked" at Fei Jie again, and said coldly: "Fei Jie, you taught him to use poison. I trust your level, but Miss said back then that your martial arts level is the weakest among the eight major places in Kyoto." , since it's something I left for the young master, you'd better not say anything beside me."
Fei Jie seemed to be a very inconspicuous and trivial gentleman in Danzhou City, but he was a very powerful person in Kyoto. At this time, he was injured. Said that the old face was a bit unbearable, and he was worried that Fan Xian was only five years old, and he had started to practice such a domineering technique, so his face gradually turned dark.