Dan Chenzi carried the empty bottle and slowly returned to the temple. The female crowns and Taoist priests along the way respectfully called Senior Brother Dan Chenzi, which made him regain a little confidence.
The reason why he took his time was to wait for the bruises and bruises on his face to subside. As a top S-class, skin injuries can be recovered in an instant. It's not good to look back at Guanli with such a face, as it will damage the image of "Senior Brother Dan Chenzi".
"One or two, they are so desperate." Dan Chenzi responded to the greetings from his classmates and murmured in a low voice: "What era is this? Living a carefree and quality life is what modern people pursue."
Often wandering on the edge of life and death, there is nothing to be proud of, it is not the era of martial arts.
As a disciple of the Taoist sect, we must obey the will of the heart, cultivate our moral character, harmonize nature and man, and live a long life. This is the fundamental pursuit of practice.
He slowly returned to his yard and opened the door of the house on the right. There were all kinds of groceries piled in the room. There was a large vat in the corner, with a rubber band wrapped in a hard plastic sheet, sealing the vat's mouth tightly. Reality.
After removing the outermost sandbag, untying the rubber band, and opening the plastic sheet, Dan Chenzi took a spoonful of red wine, took a sip first, then drank it all, smacking his lips, "It tastes good."
Last year, he tried to make his own wine, which is the most common kind of farmhouse rice wine. At first, because he was a novice and his skills were not up to par, he failed to make it successfully.
This is the third tank. After summing up the experience of the previous two failures, I finally brewed a successful product.
This is to deal with the old Taoist priest, who is an alcoholic who never drinks wine or beer. He only drinks white wine and rice wine, or what he often talks about, the signature craft of Yao Dao Wangchen: Peach blossom stuffing.
Dan Chenzi thought for a while and decided that instead of racking his brains to get wine for him, it would be better to brew it himself and have enough food and clothing. The old Taoist admired his idea and thought it was feasible.
This vat of wine has not been brewed yet, and it still needs a period of fermentation, but it cannot hold back the initial sweet taste. Danchenzi comes to drink a little, a little, and a little more every day... and before he knows it, half of it is gone. .
Dan Chenzi remembered the agreement he had made with the old Taoist priest, and stood in front of the wine vat, hesitating for a long time, and then said in his heart: "Never mind it, how long will it take to sing while drinking wine?"
Fill the empty wine bottle with red sweet wine and go out happily.
Dan Chenzi spends most of his time wandering around, reading under the shady trees in the summer, and curling up in bed to sleep in during the winter. In such a bright spring season, it is most comfortable to sit on a rock surrounded by wild flowers, bask in the sun, and drink wine. s Choice.
As a carefree Taoist priest with a pure heart and few desires, he does not spend too much time on Qi training and visualization.
Carrying the wine bottle, with his big sleeves fluttering, he walked out of the Taoist temple in the warm spring breeze and walked to the top of the mountain, intending to drink and admire the scenery under the big pine tree. Spend a quiet and peaceful afternoon.
The mountain breeze brings the fragrance of wild flowers and the sobriety of the earth, as well as the faint fragrance of the beauty.
Under the huge pine and cypress, standing on the rock, was a woman with high hair and a plump crown that could not be concealed by a Taoist robe.
She has a fair face, a healthy blush on her cheeks, delicate facial features, and a gentle temperament.
"Junior sister Qing Huizi," Dan Chenzi strode over and sat down next to her, "I'm so sorry, I didn't bring a cup."
Qing Huizi shook his head and said in a soft voice: "No drinking is allowed in the temple."
"Am I coming out?" Dan Chenzi said in a nonchalant tone. He had never thought about sharing the sweet wine with Qing Huizi, it was just a courtesy.
It doesn't matter where the woman has the wine.
No one spoke, Dan Chenzi drank his wine, blew the refreshing wind, basked in the sun, and looked at the beautiful scenery.
Qing Huizi was silent and looked into the distance, with deep worry in his moist, dark eyes.
"You seem to have something on your mind." Dan Chenzi said.
After hesitating for a moment, Qing Huizi nodded: "The master master issued an order yesterday. All Shangqing disciples who are traveling abroad will immediately return to the mountain. If they do not return for more than a week, they will be regarded as betraying the master and will be renamed Shangqing."
Dan Chenzi was surprised: "Is there such a thing? Why didn't I know about it?"
Qing Huizi lowered his eyes slightly and looked at him: "Senior brother Dan Chenzi, have you paid attention to the affairs within the temple?"
Dan Chenzi suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
He is the top S-class, and he is supposed to hold great power in the Shangqing Sect, and is the proper heir to the Shangqing Sect's leadership. But he has always been outside the power circle of the Shangqing faction, ignoring affairs and enjoying himself all day long.
"Under the moon and before the wind, I feel carefree and at ease. There are wandering clouds and wild cranes. I don't care about the passing years." Dan Chenzi said leisurely.
Qing Huizi continued: "My brother didn't respond, the phone didn't get through, and the chat software didn't reply. After he came down from the mountain, he never contacted the teacher or me again, just like... he disappeared from the world. "
"Dan Yunzi has only been traveling down the mountain for more than a month. He is not a child. He thinks about home all day long. It doesn't mean anything if he can't be contacted for the time being." Dan Chenzi comforted.
"But if he doesn't receive news from the master, he won't be able to come within a week..." Qing Huizi bit her lip, showing a pitiful and delicate posture.
"Then return to secular life." Dan Chenzi was a stoic, and this did not arouse the man's tenderness.
"But why did the headmaster recall his fellow disciples who were traveling?" Dan Chenzi was puzzled by this.
Qing Huizi shook his head and guessed: "It's probably because the outside world has been uneasy recently, and the master wants his disciples to go back to the master's school to avoid it."
The so-called unrest naturally refers to Baoze's little trouble.
... ...
On the mountainside, there are simple mud houses.
A clear space was cleared in front of the earthen house, and an old bamboo chair was placed there. The old Taoist priest was lying on the table and chair, basking in the warm afternoon sun. The skin on his face reflected the sunlight and became shiny black.
Li Peiyun glanced at the old Taoist priest and walked around the earthen house. On the left was the bedroom, a simple wooden bed and a thin patchwork quilt. On the right is the kitchen, with an earthen stove. Next to the stove is a large vat for water, and next to the water vat is a small vat for rice.
Old Taoist priests should rarely have any smell of meat, because although the earthen stove is covered with black ash, it does not appear greasy.
This reminded Li Peiyun of the poor and backward rural areas in the 1960s and 1970s.
The Shangqing Sect is a major sect in the Taoist and Buddhist Association. It receives generous government allocations every year, and tourist attractions also receive dividends, so there is no shortage of money.
There is no need for an octogenarian to live in such poverty.
Li Peiyun left the Tsuchiya and thought for a while: "I can give you tens of thousands more for the apprenticeship ceremony."
The old Taoist priest sneered: "What use does money have to me?"
"You can buy wine."
"with honesty... ."
Li Peiyun immediately said: "How should I cultivate the Yin Shen and then refine it into a sword of intention, like Dan Chenzi."
"Dan Chenzi is an example."
"Case?"
The old Taoist priest looked at him: "Dan Chenzi has had schizophrenia since he was a child. If you want to learn from it, you can try to make yourself have schizophrenia first."
This... Li Peiyun's face was dull, and he felt a strong sense of loss. With his level of cultivation and strong will, he could not possibly suffer from schizophrenia.
Then he thought of another question. Since he couldn't be like Dan Chenzi, what was the point of learning from the old Taoist priest
Hello, can I get my money back
"But I can guide you in practicing the Sword of Intention." The old Taoist priest said.
"Guide me!" Li Peiyun raised his eyebrows subconsciously, showing a proud and withdrawn look.
The reason why he wanted to become a disciple was because he wanted to learn Dan Chenzi's mutated and special sword of intention. But if it was the normal version of the Sword of Intention, Li Peiyun didn't think he needed anyone else's guidance.
He can rely on himself to teach himself the three talents of swordsmanship, and become a genius who has stepped into the extreme realm, the proud son of heaven.
Pride is one of his greatest character traits.
"Having guidance from a famous teacher is better than self-study." The old Taoist priest said: "The outside world calls you a successor to the evil way, but in fact you have not received corresponding guidance. You have to explore and figure out everything by yourself."
"I have a close relationship with Wangchen, so I will give you some advice on his behalf. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be able to teach you."
Li Peiyun said helplessly: "Senior, your mental power may not be as strong as mine. How can I teach you?"
After saying that, he saw the old Taoist priest laughing loudly. In the wild laughter, he raised his skinny right hand and pointed it like a sword, pressing it between his eyebrows.
This is the starting position of the Sword of Summoning Intention, and Li Peiyun is very familiar with it.
He remained calm and silently defended himself.
The old Taoist priest paused for a moment with his sword, and after briefly accumulating strength, he pointed it toward Li Peiyun.
Boom!
Li Peiyun heard the thunder, and the rumble echoed, occupying the sea of consciousness. The next moment, there were no more thoughts, and his consciousness fell into boundless darkness.
... ...
In March, the night began to slow down. After dinner, Qing Huizi did not return to his yard, but walked on the path paved with bluestones, intending to find the brother and sister's common master, Tonghai Zhenren.
In front of the Sanqing Hall, I met Dan Chenzi again, wandering around.
After looking at the vegetarian meal in Dan Chenzi's hand, Qing Huizi said softly: "Senior Brother Dan Chenzi."
Her eyes fell on the food box.
"I'm going to deliver food to the old man." Dan Chenzi said.
Qing Huizi nodded, and the two passed by each other.
She took advantage of the situation and entered the small courtyard of Master Tonghai not far away.
Squeak... .
The wooden door made a heartbreaking sound, and the small courtyard was quiet. Qing Huizi glanced around. The door was closed tightly, and there was no light coming out of the window.
Master is not here
She was about to leave in disappointment when she suddenly heard a "ho ho" sound.
It's like someone is stuck in the throat with thick phlegm, making it difficult to breathe.
The sound came from Master's room. Qing Huizi came to the door and shouted: "Master?"
No one answered, and the "ho ho" sound in the room became more intense.
Qing Huizi's heart sank, and he pushed open the unlocked door. He saw a Taoist with disheveled clothes and messy hair kneeling beside the bed. He covered his throat in pain and made a whooshing sound.
The room was dim, her hair was disheveled, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but she immediately recognized that it was her master.
"Master, what's wrong with you..." Qing Huizi was startled and quickly stepped forward to check.
At this time, Master Tonghai raised his face. It was a face as ferocious as a beast, with ugly blood vessels protruding from his face. His skin was bright red as if he was about to bleed. His white teeth were dripping with saliva, and his pupils turned scarlet and gloomy. And cruel.
(End of chapter)