Normally, Yin Chong didn’t really like studying, but he had an excellent father and brother, and he himself was not stupid, so he was pretty good at studying.
But Yin Zhong has always been under pressure, and he studies hard more to meet the expectations of his family and prevent outsiders from looking down on the Yin family.
But now, when he saw this book with a yellow cover, Yin Zhong liked it immediately. Perhaps the key reason was that the two words on the cover were so beautiful.
He grabbed the book on the table and flipped through a few pages. He found that it was all words, but upon closer inspection, it was not entirely words. Many of the words formed something that looked like a formation diagram, with various hidden line tracks in it.
This book naturally has mysteries in it. Even though Yin Zhong is reading it with great interest now, that is because he himself is extraordinary, and the book was also specially written for Yin Zhong by Ji Yuan.
If an ordinary person got this book, he would feel dizzy if he read it for a while, and might even faint if he forced himself to read it.
Yin Zhong flipped through the two pages reluctantly, and felt that some of the characters on some of them looked like battle formations. There were rules for combining them front to back, left to right, and he even had a visual of a strong army in battle formation in his mind, which was both fun and magical.
"Mr. Ji, I don't know how many people want to ask for my father's calligraphy. I didn't expect your calligraphy is so good. It's much better than theirs. Oh, yes, I have read your original letter. I was confused. I knew your calligraphy is better than theirs!"
Ji Yuan looked at him.
"Kid, you're not saying this just to please me, are you?"
"No, no! I mean it sincerely!"
Yin Zhong raised his head and gave a sincere smile, but he did not forget his original purpose.
"Mr. Ji, you haven't finished telling me that scary ghost story last time. Please continue telling me!"
"Oh? Aren't you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid! I'm a real man and I'm going to be a general in the future!"
Seeing that he was serious, Ji Yuan nodded in understanding, and as if he suddenly thought of something, he asked in confusion.
"I heard that someone didn't dare to sleep alone last night and ran to brother's room?"
"Well… "
Yin Zhong's expression froze, and he scratched his head and drank water in embarrassment, but Ji Yuan was just teasing him, so he still said what he had to say.
"Tiger, you have to remember that no matter if it is a corpse, a ghost, or even a demon or a devil, you can be afraid, but never lose your courage."
"Can mortals fight against demons and monsters?"
Although Yin Zhong is young, the education and vision he has received are far beyond what ordinary people can compare to. He is also much better than Yin Qing back then. Sometimes he really speaks like a little adult.
Hearing this question, Ji Yuan said with a serious expression.
"Not all mortals can fight against demons and monsters, but mortals can fight against demons and monsters. The demons and monsters you are thinking of are the more powerful ones. There are countless demons and monsters in the world. Some of the weak ones may be killed by your pinch. Even Hu Yun, the fox demon, was almost bitten to death by a big yellow dog before."
"Ah? It? Almost got bitten to death by a dog?"
As Yin Zhong listened, his thoughts went astray when he heard this.
"Haha, yes, it's in Ning'an County, so it's still very afraid of dogs. By the way, you'd better pretend that you don't know about this in front of him."
Ji Yuan said this in a low voice, and Yin Zhong also subconsciously lowered his voice.
"got it!"
"Well, besides, you should not underestimate the millions of humans. Being born as a human is something that many spirits envy. Not to mention that those with strong martial arts skills can also deal with some ghosts. Some special people are not even afraid of powerful evil creatures, and will make all the evil spirits avoid them."
Yin Zhong was stunned again.
"Sir, you are talking about gods, right? This is still a mortal..."
"Now that you put it that way, this kind of person is indeed not an ordinary mortal. After all, he has made extraordinary achievements, and even the gods and ghosts have to give him face."
Yin Zhong was very curious.
"Mr. Ji, have you ever seen such people? Who are they?"
The expression on Ji Yuan's face was both amusing and funny.
"Not only have I seen it, you have seen it too."
"I've seen it, too?"
Yin Zhong was stunned again.
"Yes, the most representative example is your father, Lord Yin Zhaoxian, the Minister of the Dazhen Dynasty. Your father has a righteous spirit, and the light of righteousness sweeps all directions. Evil things dare not approach, and villains can be identified at a glance. As long as the Dazhen Emperor himself does not make a fool of himself, your father will be the pillar of the Dazhen Dynasty!"
Yin Zhong stared at Ji Yuan in a daze. Seeing that his face was serious and his eyes were as bright as the moon in a well, he believed him and murmured something in his mouth.
"My dad is so powerful... By the way, Mr. Ji, what is the Dinghai Shenzhen? It sounds even more powerful!"
If an immortal cultivator or a ghost or god asked Ji Yuan this question, he might have laughed it off or evaded the question, but since it was Yin Zhong who asked the question, Ji Yuan didn't care and just treated it as a story.
"The so-called Dinghai Shenzhen is a great treasure of the immortals. It stands in the sea and can stabilize the tsunami waves. Its weight is also exaggerated..."
Apparently the story of the Dinghaishenzhen attracted Yin Zhong more than the previous ghost story, and he was fascinated by it without realizing it.
That night, Yin Zhong, who had been trying to squeeze into his brother's room yesterday, changed his mind and returned to his own room, where he lit the oil lamp and stayed up all night reading the newly acquired "Character Array".
He felt that the power of this book lay in the fact that it was more interesting to read than those strange stories. From the combination of various battle formations, one could even feel the subtle state between the two sides. Some were as aggressive as fire, some were as immovable as a mountain, some were wise and insightful, and some had multiple lines of formations that were strange and changeable. The direction and meaning of the words matched each other, and with some subtle distances and combined shapes, one could actually create this feeling.
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Thousands of miles to the north of Dazhen, the Daliang Temple in Tongqiu Prefecture of Tingliang State is even more lively than usual because it is the New Year.
Due to the existence of Daliang Temple, the people of Tongqiu Prefecture have gradually formed a local custom, that is, during the New Year and some important festivals, they must go to Daliang Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings. When there are rituals in their hometown, they prefer to invite the monks from Daliang Temple.
There was a bustling flow of people inside and outside the Daliang Temple. As usual, the monks of the Daliang Temple assigned people to maintain order and guide lost pilgrims. They even allowed some vendors who were familiar with the temple to set up stalls in the more open areas of the temple so that pilgrims could buy food at any time.
On this day, Tiefeng, who had originally returned to the capital of Tingliang State, went to Daliang Temple again. The main reason was that his mother would come to Daliang Temple to burn incense during the New Year, so he accompanied her.
Last night, some powerful officials came with carriages and servants leading the way. Although Tiefeng didn't like riding in carriages, he couldn't let his elderly mother walk, so he took a rare ride to Daliang Temple with them.
"Oh~~~"
"Madam, Second Master, we have arrived at Daliang Temple."
There was no need for the coachman to remind him, the bustling atmosphere outside and the flow of people outside the carriage window already made this clear. Tiefeng hurriedly got off the carriage and helped his mother down.
"Mom, please be careful, slow down! Put the footstool in place!"
The old woman in the carriage walked down slowly with the help of her maid, and looked at Tiefeng with pretended anger.
"I am not so old that I can't walk. I only need Huanhuan to support me. Why do I need you?"
"Yes Yes Yes!"
Tiefeng smiled helplessly but still stretched out his hand. His mother naturally took his hand and got off the car with the help of her son. Many pilgrims nearby also looked over here curiously, wondering which wealthy family this was.
"I don't know what's going on in Kyoto recently. Some of the nobles and officials who were not very interested in Daliang Temple before are now coming to Daliang Temple to join in the fun. You are here too, my dear mothers."
"Why, I can't come? I am also a person who worships Buddha and God!"
Tiefeng quickly apologized.
"Yes, yes, mother, you are the most respectful to Buddha. I have already informed Daliang Temple. We must pay our respects at the Foyin Mingwang Hall. After that, we will go to a monk's hall in the inner courtyard."
Tie Feng waved away the servants around him and personally led his mother and her personal maid to the main gate of Daliang Temple. There was already a novice monk waiting there. They were going to burn incense, and everyone was a pilgrim. And in a place like Daliang Temple, it was impossible to let the servants make way inside and outside and exclude others.
But at this moment, a deep voice suddenly came.
"From what you said, it seems that the nobles of Tingliang Capital used to come to Daliang Temple for the New Year."
Tiefeng frowned and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw an elderly man wearing a round-necked long gown inside and a straight-breasted coat outside. When he saw Tiefeng coming, he also slightly bowed towards him.
Seeing that he was meticulous in every detail, old but not frail, with a calm yet spirited look, Tie Feng almost immediately judged that the other party was an important figure and bowed in return.
"Yes, in fact, whether in Kyoto or in and outside the Tongqiu Mansion, the news of the boundless Buddhist teachings of the monks in Daliang Temple is quite popular. Even the current emperor intends to visit Daliang Temple to worship Buddha. I wonder if you are interested?"
The old man smiled.
"My last name is Ying. I heard some interesting things from my friends, so I came to Daliang Temple to have a look."
As he said that, Lao Long took a step forward and strode onto the steps leading to Daliang Temple.
This man's demeanor and appearance were so special that Tiefeng watched his back for a while before taking his mother into the temple.
There were already many pilgrims in the past, and today there were several times more. Even with the help of monks from Daliang Temple, it took the old lady of the Tie family a while to enter the square outside the Foyin Mingwang Temple.
There are fewer people here, and with more monks maintaining order, it is not too crowded.
Tiefeng came alone without bringing his mother, and in a place like Daliang Temple with little power, he was sweating profusely, fearing that his mother could not stand the crowded atmosphere. Fortunately, the inner courtyard would be much better in a while.
"Mother, we must worship Buddha Yin Ming Wang. This is what the eldest princess said!"
"I'm not here to play, so of course I'll bow! Huanhuan, let's go in!"
"yes!"
The maid helped the old lady up the steps of the Foyin Mingwang Temple. Several monks also came over to look after them, saying that the powerful and wealthy could burn incense just like the common people, but the powerful and wealthy were still the powerful and wealthy after all.
Tiefeng heaved a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and was about to go in when he suddenly saw the old man standing in front of the steps outside the Foyin Mingwang Temple. There were many pilgrims passing by, but no one touched him. The man didn't move at all, and just looked at the golden statue of Buddha inside.
Tie Feng, a man with a special temperament, was a little curious, so he subconsciously took a few steps closer and said to the old man.
"Old sir, have you come to the Foyin Mingwang Temple as well? It's not crowded inside, why don't we go in and pay our respects together?"
The old man turned to look at Tiefeng with a smile on his face.
"Worship him? Haha, forget it!"
After saying this, the old man turned around, walked down the steps of the hall, and strode away to the west.
Tie Feng stood there with a frown, watching the old man leave and recalling something in his mind. It seemed that someone had said similar words to him in a similar place.