The Taoist retreated, and the two of them entered the house, while Uncle Han stood guard outside the door.
This is a quiet room, without chairs, He Zun and Li Yan sat on the futon awkwardly. The old Taoist is on the opposite side, with a tall and straight figure, as stable as Mount Tai, with an aura of law.
"The Taoist priest has lived here for a few days, is everything okay?" Li Yan asked.
"Oh, you came here late at night, I think you have some clues?" The old man didn't respond, and asked directly.
"I can't hide it from you..."
He Zun took out the remaining incense pill, handed it over and said, "Look at this."
The old Taoist took it in his palm, first smelled it, and then twisted it twice with his fingers. The Taoist temple also enshrines incense and has a lot of incense sticks and incense. He also makes some himself on weekdays, and he is proficient in this way.
Looking at it at this moment, I felt something different, the incense ball was round and tight, without any omissions, it was as if it was made by nature, without any trace of processing. He got up immediately, walked to the wooden table next to him, cleared away the unburned benzoin, and put the incense pills on it.
This is not smoked over a fire. When the heat is high, there will be a faint green smoke.
It took a short period of brewing for the incense to fully dissipate. After about a minute, all three of them smelled a clear and leisurely scent, which seemed to dispel the turbidity in their minds and cheer them up.
"..."
The old Taoist took a deep breath, suddenly his expression changed slightly, he took two more breaths as if uncertain, then returned to his original position, closed his eyes and meditated.
The two of them looked at each other, but they didn't dare to interrupt, they could only wait in embarrassment.
The room was silent for a while, only the sound of long and powerful breathing could be heard. And following this rhythm, there seemed to be a weak suction, which attracted the smoke to approach, and the face of the old man became a little blurred.
After a while, he opened his eyes, and asked with some eagerness, "Where did you get this incense?"
"It's one of the targets, a gift from her friend."
"Can you find this person?"
"Can find..."
He Zun paused, and couldn't help asking: "Master Daoist, what's wrong with this incense?"
"It's a big problem, but it's inconvenient to explain it to you in detail."
Hey!
He Zun was a little displeased when he heard this, the old Taoist saw it, and simply pointed it out: "Mr. He, Pindao heard that the two young masters were in a strange condition, so he agreed to come and take a look out of curiosity. He didn't make any promises, let alone you guys. If you really find the person who made the incense, no matter whether he does it or not, the poor Taoist will go to the meeting for a while. As for your grievances, you should settle them yourself."
These words are harsh, but they are true.
They didn't take care of everything in the first place, it was you who asked for help. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Li Yan hurriedly said, "That's right, that's right, you do yours, and we do ours."
He Zun narrowed his eyes, and immediately clarified, nodding his head.
Having said that, the two stood up and said goodbye.
Ever since, only the old man was left in the room. He looked at the censer with a complicated expression, including surprise, anticipation, fear and nervousness.
Counting from Zhang Boduan, Nanzong has been inherited for more than a thousand years, but it is just a speck of dust in the long river of history.
There are countless Chinese myths, but there is a rule among them: the farther away from the present age, the greater the power of the myths; the closer the distance, the more commonplace.
From the ancient Kuafu chasing the sun and Jingwei reclamation, to the later Ziqi coming from the east, and the fish in the north, to Ge Hong, Zuo Ci, to Wang Chongyang and Zhang Sanfeng. It can be described as LOWB all the way. At the beginning, it is fascinating to open up the world, and in the end, Maoshan Xiaoshu raises ghosts and catches traitors.
Even in modern times, those who insert switches with bare hands, put coins into bottles, and even perform tricks are called masters!
Let's say that in the past, productivity was low and people's wisdom was not developed, so they admired nature and mysterious power. When society develops and people's wisdom is enlightened, many things can be verified by science, and they will tend to be rational.
This is certainly a way of saying, but in the eyes of theists, many unknown magnificence must have occurred in the thousands of years.
The entire Taoist system is passed down vaguely by classics and myths. From the point of view of Nanzong alone, Zhang Boduan wrote "Wuzhen Pian", and Bai Yuchan wrote "Wuji Tushuo". These are tangible things. At the same time, there are also some anecdotes, such as Boduan fighting with a monk, and traveling to Yangzhou together with his soul out of his body, and agreeing to fold flowers as a record. The monk arrived first, but he couldn't pluck the flowers. Bo Duan came later, but he picked a viburnum at random.
Bo Duan said: "I am cultivating both life and life, and the golden elixir avenue, but the true god can be seen in form, this is called Yangshen." You only practice life skills, not sex skills. Although the speed is fast, it is useless. You are called Yinshen.
Is this a big deal? Pretty awesome.
But it has been passed down to Bai Yuchan for four generations, but only the theory, not the real chapter, and there are no outstanding figures in six or seven hundred years, let alone any power.
This in itself is very strange, and Mo Laodao has read all the classics, but he still can't understand it. When he was young, he traveled around the world and visited masters. Those senior monks who were over a hundred years old only had profound meditation skills, lived reasonably, and had no spells at all.
Even so, he still believes in "Xian".
He once thought that he might be stuck in the acquired realm all his life... But, just tonight, he clearly felt a novel, strange smell full of agility and vitality from the incense.
…
In the early morning, at the top of Phoenix Mountain.
The sky was dim, cold and green, reflecting the top of the mountain like a huge ice jadeite, drifting and indifferently embedded in the void. The qi of collusion accumulated all night has not yet dissipated, and the qi of the morning glow has just sprouted. This is the time when the two qis blend together and day and night change.
Gu Yu sat on that big blue stone, as if the ten directions had returned to silence, and the only spirit was shining alone, and the whole person became more and more ethereal with the nature of the heaven and the earth.
The wind blows and the clouds move, and the sky changes. I don't know how long it has passed, and I can see a light red jumping up on the far horizon, like ink entering water, rendering and laying out, and soon soaking half of the sky.
Gu Yu felt something in his heart, and immediately opened his mouth to spit out, a stream of white air that was slightly thicker than before spewed out, like a young snake flying in the air, and it would not disperse for a long time.
Then, he opened his mouth again, and the white air was swallowed back.
This was repeated until the red sun rose and the morning glow dissipated, and he slowly opened his eyes. But looking up, there is a vast sea of clouds, revealing the refraction of glass color, but looking down, there are thousands of cliffs competing for beauty, and layers of forests and green peaks.
"Hoo..."
He stood up and couldn't help showing a small smile. Today's condition seems to be exceptionally good.
The word status is very magical. It not only includes many physical conditions, but also includes mental factors such as whether you have sex in time, whether the posture is right, and whether you get professional blessings after sex.
When all these are OK, then it is called a good state.
Of course, Gu Yu is still a single dog. What he means is that he has more sense of cultivation, and has a very full and fulfilling sense of joy.
Ya stood on the bluestone and looked at it for a while, then turned and left.
The mountains are silent, most creatures are still sleeping peacefully, only the early birds are hunting for food and catching insects. After walking for a while, he heard rustling in the forest on the right, and the sound of "chirping" birds.
Turning his head to look, it was a black and purple tit with a pure white belly. The tit turned around a couple of times and then stopped on a branch.
"..."
He blinked, leaned over quietly, and stood seven steps away, which was the maximum distance he could cast. Then he raised his arms and shook his loose sleeves.
laugh!
An invisible fluctuation enveloped the bird in an instant, and he also felt that a super-powerful water pump was pumping into his body, and that poor aura instantly diminished.
Almost at the same time, the bird that was combing its feathers with its sharp beak suddenly froze, and its eyes became very dull. But in the next second, it was extremely happy again, fluttering and flapping its wings, jumping up and down on the branches.
He was so babbling, he didn't notice it.
After about a few breaths, the illusion extinguished itself. The bird was in a daze again, checking back and forth, left and right, doubting life in various ways.
"Well, it's a little bit better..."
Gu Yu observed it for a while, and then he went down the mountain leisurely.
The illusion can only be performed with the seven emotions and six desires as the guide. Animals don't have so many emotions, but the basic joy, anger, and fear are still there. After getting this product, I have been scratching my heart and lungs, because there is no place to experiment.
You find someone to come over and have a monthly reading. If you kill it, you are a child. If you don't kill it, it is tantamount to telling others that you are a membrane mage. Unless it's very, very close... Uh, that's not safe, it's too scary after all.
So, the little animals on this mountain suffered, but fortunately, he didn't use the Great Fear Technique.
At about seven o'clock, Gu Yu returned to Fenghuangji, did not arrive home, and turned directly to Fang's courtyard. The couple were nervously packing stationery for their children, while Fang Qing was sitting on the kang, and Miamia was eating breakfast, extremely calm.
Seeing Gu Yu coming in, she immediately put down the bowls and chopsticks, rushed over and said, "Brother, I thought you weren't coming."
"How can I not come for such a big event, are you ready?" He asked with a smile.
"Uh, I'm ready to…"
The little girl glanced at the corner of her eyes and pointed at her parents who were still busy, looking rather helpless.
"Ah… "
Gu Yu also laughed, there is no way, which parent is not anxious about the child's high school entrance examination