The real person Mu Chun came to think very beautifully - although the eldest apprentice can think openly, but his temperament is impetuous, although the younger apprentice can condense his mind, he is a lover of horns.
It's a pity, it seems that before we can neutralize, the two are about to pinch.
Master Mu Chun had to forcefully split the two of them apart, and ordered Daotong to take Cheng Qian, who was sweating from sword training, to bathe and change his clothes, and then concentrated his firepower on the first disciple, who was quite difficult to deal with. He talked about the Jingjing Sutra.
Master's chanting beautifully deduces what is "obstructing sight and hearing". With his weasel posture and drake's voice, he successfully mixed the hourglass on the table and made his disciples upset and almost violent. Bite.
Yan Zhengming couldn't bear it anymore, he threw the carving knife on the table, and said angrily, "Master, what are you doing?"
Master didn't lift his eyelids and said, "Teacher, your heart is not quiet. I will read Duan Qingjing Sutra for Master to clear your heart."
Just when the master used one mouth to read Yan Zhengming to death, Cheng Qian came back, Yan Zhengming was having a severe headache, and finally found an opportunity to find fault, he snorted slightly and said angrily: "You give him sandalwood incense. Smoked clothes? What's wrong with this? Are you going to become a monk tomorrow?"
Daotong did not dare to say that it was Cheng Qian's own willingness.
Yan Zhengming shouted at Daotong: "Change to Hibiscus—"
The voice of the real person Mu Chun next to him became higher and higher: "—So the sky is clear and the earth is turbid"
This dangling voice was like the crunching of sawing wood, and Yan Zhengming was simply convinced: "Master, why is my heart so restless!"
Mu Chun lifted his eyelids, and said calmly, "If you are restless, you will be disturbed by external things, and you will be worried about sandalwood and hibiscus. Why don't you do this? Don't use your third junior brother as an incense burner. In order to help you practice, just Master Yuwei moved to your Wenrou town today and read the scriptures for you for a night, okay?"
Yan Zhengming: ""
This old weasel is addicted to chanting scriptures, and he absolutely does what he says in this regard. Is there any way to survive after reading scriptures for a night
Yan Zhengming had no choice but to sit down, smelling the smell of sandalwood that he looked like rotten wood and scum, and angrily picked up the knife and carved vertical strips on the wood like a corpse.
The incense burner Cheng Qian sat down silently and continued his homework, feeling that a big fried rabbit was sitting beside him.
The master said that Han Yuan was impetuous, and he didn't know who was really impetuous. At least Han Yuan was only impetuous himself. This one is good, and he has to harm everyone around him.
Cheng Qian began to discover the benefits of being together with his senior brother - standing up against each other.
Cheng Qian was serious, and he was really able to "not be disturbed by foreign objects". Compared with the door rules on the wooden board in his memory, he meticulously approached the blind post, and soon immersed himself in the fun of writing, while lingering. The scent of sandalwood around him seemed to help him as well, and he gradually forgot his unsteady big brother.
Yan Zhengming was secretly sulking and clamoring for snacks. He felt choked up when he was eating, so he got up and walked back and forth between the pavilions for several times.
Soon, he found that no one was paying attention to him. Master sat on the futon, looking at the nose and mouth, sitting motionless in meditation, chanting words in his mouth, still immersed in the scriptures just now, and the newcomer. The little brat wrote embroidered words like pigs and dogs on one side, without raising his head once.
With the old and the young, the atmosphere in the pavilion was almost stagnant, and even the Taoist boys standing by the side couldn't help holding their breath.
This tranquility made Young Master Yan feel a little embarrassed and boring. He reluctantly sat back in front of the hourglass, dazed for a while, resigned to his fate, picked up the carving knife again, and started the same practice.
This time, he didn't make any more fuss, until the hourglass on the table suddenly made a light sound, and Yan Zhengming suddenly came back, and found that his spell time for the day ended early.
The next few days were like this. Early in the morning, the four of them listened to Master reciting sutras relentlessly.
Master doesn't know where he got so many sutras. He recites one a day, with almost no duplicates. He recites Taoist sutras, recites Buddhist sutras, recites Buddhist sutras, and recites his own scriptures. contradict.
Chanting and practicing wooden swords.
Yan Zhengming shamelessly pretended that he had mastered the first three styles, and followed the master to learn the fourth style without asking for a complete understanding. Li Yun also restrained himself a little because of the newly learned swordsmanship, and stopped beckoning cats and dogs on the mountain all day. Of course, Cheng Qian didn't have to say, only Han Yuan was still firmly dragging everyone's hind legs, harming the bird's nest near the preaching hall without any heart.
In the afternoon, Yan Zhengming was locked in the preaching hall, and the clouds covered the ground to carve wood. Cheng Qian was either doing his homework or helping the master trim the flowers and trees. I leave him some snacks that children are interested in, and when Yan Zhengming is carving wood with resentment, he specially asks Cheng Qian to rest for a while and tell him some strange folk stories.
Yan Zhengming sometimes felt that this little dwarf was just here to compete for favor, but he couldn't deny that there was Cheng Qianqian next to him, and he was also close to Zhu Zhechi and could sit for a while.
On this day, the hourglass was clean, and Yan Zhengming's hand holding the carving knife was still a little numb. He was stunned. Just now, he felt the friction between the carving knife and the wood, which produced some kind of mysterious power. .
A slightly hoarse voice exploded in his ear: "Condensation, draw air into the sea, it is said to pass away, it is said to be far away, it is said to be far away, and it starts again and again, and this is infinitely useful—"
Cheng Qian winked. Before the master could say anything, he had spontaneously got up and took a step back. At the same time, he felt an indescribable air current circling around him for a moment, and then it was like a river entering the sea, which belonged to the senior brother. .
That was the first time he touched the secret realm of this world's repression. Cheng Qian didn't know how Yan Zhengming felt at that time, but he heard a vague voice. At this time, the setting sun sank to the other side of Fuyao Mountain. The mountains full of spiritual energy were filled with some kind of reverberation, and countless people gathered countless voices. Cheng Qian suddenly had a strange feeling. It seemed that at that moment, the distant past and the vague future were separated by Nian whispered, and he desperately wanted to hear them clearly, but those voices were like quicksand in the years, and they left him lightly behind him.
Cheng Qian was almost insane.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed his shoulder, Cheng Qian seemed to have woken up from a bizarre nightmare, jolted suddenly, and looked back to see the real person Mu Chun.
Mu Chun stared at him condescendingly, Cheng Qian felt a little cold on his face, stretched out his hand, and found that he had burst into tears at some point.
On the one hand, he was embarrassed, and on the other hand, he didn't know why, so he could only stare blankly at the master.
"The five colors are blinding, the five sounds are deafening, and the five flavors are refreshing." Mu Chun's voice seemed to condense into a line, poking straight into Cheng Qian's ear, "See more, hear more, think more and think more. , what else are you doing at ease? Wake up!"
The sound of "wake up" was like a slap in the face. Cheng Qian made a "hum" in his head. When he opened his eyes again, the senior brother was still sitting in the same place, as if he was in a state of concentration.
Cheng Qian was dumbfounded by the rubbing of his hair by the real person Mu Chun, and asked, "Master, I just heard someone speak."
Master Mu Chun said, "Oh, that's my ancestors."
Cheng Qian was taken aback.
Master Mu Chun said, "My sect has been passed down for thousands of years. What's so strange about having a group of ancestors?"
Cheng Qian: "Where are they now?"
Real Man Mu Chun said, "Of course they are all dead."
Cheng Qian's eyes widened: "Shouldn't it be the way to ascend to heaven?"
Zhenren Mu Chun lowered his head, looked at him kindly, and asked, "Is there a difference between ascending to heaven and dying?"
Cheng Qian said: "Of course there is a difference, isn't it the meaning of immortality?"
Real Man Mu Chun was stunned for a while, then seemed to be amused by him. He didn't answer directly, but said, "You, little Douzi, say you can't die. These things will be understood when you grow up."
Said, he took a few steps, returned to the main seat of the preaching hall, sat down, looked at Yan Zhengming, who had entered into meditation, a little frowning, Cheng Qian listened to him and said, "Why enter into meditation at this time? Where do you go for dinner?"
Cheng Qian: ""
As a result, the dinner was moved to the mission hall where "the preaching, teaching, career and solving puzzles" were scattered. Among the scattered spells and scriptures, a roasted chicken and jade body were displayed, surrounded by a pile of side dishes, and a person who was in a state of mind and did not know about personnel. Big Brother.
Mu Chun asked Cheng Qian to sit with him on the ground. He took a piece of meat for Cheng Qian as lovingly as Uncle Han from the neighboring village, and pulled the paper from which someone copied the scriptures and placed it on the table where the spell was engraved, and instructed: "Eat more, grow taller - come on, the bones are spit on this."
Cheng Qian silently took up his job, feeling that it would be difficult for him to have the slightest reverence for this missionary hall in the future.
After the meal, Mu Chun wanted to stay for the elder brother to protect the Dharma, and instructed the Taoist boy to pack half a catty of snacks for Cheng Qian to prevent him from being hungry in the middle of the night. This day was the fifteenth day. Legend has it that it is forbidden to enter the cave, but Mu Chun was not allowed to enter the cave. He didn't instruct Cheng Qian more, as if he had decided that when he went back at night, he would faithfully copy and write the rules of the door, and would not come out to make trouble.
Cheng Qian really can't, but that doesn't mean others won't.
As soon as he returned to the Qing'an Residence on his front foot, Han Yuan followed him on the back foot. As soon as Han Yuan entered the door, he made a fuss and took away Cheng Qian's snacks in the courtyard. With some crumbs, he said, "What's the point of hanging out with Senior Brother all day - why don't you just walk with us every day, Second Senior Brother taught me several tricks, and I'm about to learn the first style."
Cheng Qian avoided the snow-like crumbs and looked at his junior brother, this idiot, without saying a word. He said in his heart, he has learned the first style, and in two days, he will be able to go to heaven.
Han Yuan pointed at Cheng Qian's small courtyard again and said, "You are too broken here, so you are a little better than Master's. Tomorrow you will look at my courtyard, there are ten majors like you in my courtyard. , there is a big pond in the back, you can go swimming in the summer - do you know water? Oh, forget it, none of you children raised at home dare not go out, let alone go into the water, I will take you there in the future, guarantee a In summer, let you become a white stripe in the waves."
For such kindness, Cheng Qian really respected and thanked Bumin. He really didn't want to hang out with a scum like Han Yuan.
The little beggar took advantage of the time spent chatting, ate the snacks that Cheng Qian brought back, and finally stopped the meaningless chatting and talked about the topic.
He hiccupped, sat up straight, and said in a low voice, "Do you remember what Second Senior Brother said about the cave?"
Cheng Qian had expected this, so he replied calmly: "Junior brother, it is against the rules of the sect - since you have already learned the swordsmanship well, you might as well learn more, the words on the sect rules are you? Are you sure?"
Han Yuan felt that this senior brother younger than himself was a bit unreasonable, so he taught a lesson full of superiority: "What's the use of back door rules? I have never seen someone more determined than you, you didn't hear the second senior brother. Say, there is no sense of anger, and it is a big jump to learn a full set of swordsmanship. Step by step, how long will it take? You can't be too clingy to that."
Cheng Qian: "Stick to the rules."
Han Yuan waved his hand: "What is love? Anyway, I'm going to the cave, will you go?"
Cheng Qian spread out his "honest and honest" face evenly to Han Yuan, and said, "I don't dare."
He refused without even thinking about it. Han Yuan was disappointed at first, and then a little disdainful - this kind of simple-minded little boy with developed limbs usually can't get used to Cheng Qian's "obedience" and only knows how to follow the steps of a "good" child.
"It was raised at home." Han Yuan licked Yahuazi and glanced at Cheng Qian unhappily.
As for Cheng Qian, he regarded his junior and junior as a mangy dog with a worrying intelligence situation. He felt that all love and hatred for this person was a waste of emotion, so he held up the teacup without any attitude.
Han Yuan glanced at him again, and for the sake of the earlier package of pine nuts, he gradually lost his temper. He carried a little pity of "mourning his misfortune, angering him indisputably", and a man full of stray dogs watching over house cats. Standing tall, he shook his head at Cheng Qian and sighed again: "The children who grew up at home are all made of porcelain."
In the preaching hall in the afternoon, Cheng Qian had already sensed the spirituality and hidden secrets of this mountain. At the same time, he also knew what Li Yun was thinking. Li Yun must have been curious about what was in the cave on the 15th day of the first lunar month, but refused to do it himself. Risking to foul the door, I probably planned to find a scapegoat for myself.
Han Yuan ate a late-night snack at Cheng Qian's place, and although he didn't persuade anyone, it wasn't all in vain. Cheng Qian, who was "made of porcelain", politely sent Han Yuan to the door, watched him leave, and waited to see what happened to this swindled man.
"What will happen if I break the rules?" Cheng Qian thought casually, "Pulling the board? Beating the palm of your hand? Copying the scriptures—it's no big deal if you copy the scriptures."
But he did not expect that until the next day, Han Yuan did not come back.
The author has something to say: Note: "The great is passed away, the passing away is far, and the far is anti" "The five colors are blinding, the five sounds are deafening, and the five flavors are refreshing" - Tao Te Ching
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