The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 8 "The Legend of Huayang"

In the star official path, after resonating with the stars to complete the "opening up", it means entering the realm of "nourishing qi".

The practice at this stage is simple and unpretentious, and the spiritual essence is continuously absorbed. People are wine pots, and spiritual essence is the wine in the pot.

Ji Ping'an practiced overnight, and the spiritual elements in the sea of ​​Qi gathered, which meant that he could cast some extremely superficial spells, such as using the hidden power of the sun to cover his body's breath.

After reincarnation, he lost his cultivation, but his former enemies were still there.

In the early stages, he decided not to act too evil.

"The Three-Body Problem says that survival is the first need of civilization. Am I the law of the dark jungle?" Ji Pingan thought about it boredly, and couldn't help laughing.

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In the next few days, Ji Pingan's life became boring and monotonous.

Considering that most of the "Sichens" need time to understand the star chart, the formal practice course is arranged a week later.

The news of the national teacher's recommendation spread like wildfire. At first, it attracted a lot of attention in the prison, but when people learned why the Imperial Academy came and why he hadn't "opened up" for a long time, the attention became much less.

Ji Ping'an was quite satisfied with this.

Except for practicing at night, in the spare time in the morning, he would lie on the wicker chair and read the new works published in the past hundred years. A blanket, some wooden ornaments carved with a carving knife.

Dolls, beasts, and half-human, half-demon monsters.

His carving is excellent, each statue is lifelike, the wood texture is perfectly integrated with the characters, and he is better than the best carpenter in Shendu.

After completion, he will hang them on the branches of old peach trees with red strings, like the prayer cards hung on the big trees of temples in scenic spots in long-term memories.

"Brother Ji is there?" At noon, a familiar voice came from outside the courtyard. Shi Jilun, who was slightly fat and had sparse eyebrows, walked in with a smile.

The seven or eight classmates behind them were carrying large and small packages in their hands, and some of them were carrying pots on their backs.

Ji Pingan smiled and nodded to everyone, curiously said: "You are..."

The little fat man laughed and said heartily:

"New dishes are served in the canteen today. Each of us, Si Chen, has a purchase quota, but it's not much. Let me sum it up. Let's all get together and have a hot pot meal. How about I borrow your place to start the fire?"

There is a farm in Qintianjian, and the array is arranged to ensure that there are fresh vegetables in all seasons, but the quantity is not much.

Shi Jilun visited today, with the purpose of having a dinner and bonding.

Before that, Ji Ping'an was in the limelight, if he had come together then it would have been too ugly to cling to and make friends, but now it is rumored that his talent is mediocre, it is a good time to burn the stove.

With the status recommended by the national teacher, no matter how poor the talent is, the prison princes will arrange a good official position in order to express their respect for the national teacher.

"Brother Ji is in the courtyard? I don't know if it's convenient for you to tell me?"

Before everyone's buttocks were hot, there was another knock on the door outside the courtyard.

When Xue Hongjian, who looked like a noble son, entered the door, he saw big faces. He froze for a moment, his expression unnatural for a moment.

Behind him were Junior Sister Wang, a scholarly family, and a reluctant young man in brocade clothes.

After that day's incident, although the astronomers were looking for love in various ways, Xue Hongjian still decided to find an opportunity to make friends.

Based on a similar psychology, he and the little fat man chose to visit the door on the same day.

"Hey, the spiritual fruit wine sent by the family, although it is not considered fairy wine, is somewhat beneficial to cultivation, so I want to drink it with...you." Xue Hongjian picked up the wine jar and temporarily changed the wording.

Ji Pingan found it interesting. Seeing the awkward atmosphere, he smiled and said, "Now that the food and wine are all prepared, it can be said that we have a good understanding. How about I cook? Everyone can sit down."

Everyone laughed, the atmosphere warmed up, no matter what they thought in their hearts, at least on the surface they became lively and busy.

"This is the wood carving you carved? It's amazing, it's almost like coming to life." Someone picked up a semi-finished product and couldn't help exclaiming, "What is this carving? It looks familiar."

"I know, they are great monks of various races for thousands of years, human race, monster race, barbarian race... yes, I have seen it in the album."

There are portraits of strong men from various ethnic groups in Qintianjian for students to familiarize themselves with, which is also the basic knowledge of the practice world.

Everyone was amazed, they didn't expect Ji Pingan to have such abilities.

"Hey, Junior Brother Ji, why doesn't the statue hanging on this tree have eyes carved?" An older student couldn't help asking.

Only then did everyone notice that the eyes of all the statues were blank.

Xue Hongjian said:

"Could it be an allusion to pay tribute to the finishing touch of the dragon? In the previous dynasty, Zhang Sengyao, the sage of Molin painting, once painted a dragon for a Buddhist temple. The abbot of the temple didn't know the real person, and asked why he didn't draw the eyeballs. Pass it on as a miracle.”

The young man in brocade clothes murmured in a low voice: "How dare you compare yourself to the Holy Painter when you carve a few pieces of broken wood? Who do you think you are?"

Ji Pingan smiled, rolled up his sleeves and threw the hairy belly and yellow throat into the pot. These people would not know that most of these statues were enemies he killed in two lifetimes.

Not to mention that Zhang Sengyao, the saint of painting, taught that stupid boy the technique of "painting the finishing touch" to show his holiness.

Remember, that was hundreds of years ago, when I was still called "Li Yang".

As a reward for teaching, he once dragged the young painting saint to give a portrait of "Huayang Zhenren", the first head teacher of Taoism.

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When Huang He walked into the dormitory after lunch, he saw a group of doctors gathered together, discussing excitedly.

"What happened?" he asked curiously.

Dr. Zhao, whom he was friendly with, stuffed some papers to him, and said happily: "The "Huayang Biography" has been finalized, and it has begun to spread in a small area."

Legend of Huayang?
Huang He was stunned, thinking of the origin of this manuscript: The Taoist magic system originated from "Taoist", which has a long history, but in the past thousands of years, the Taoism has been scattered.

It wasn't until 600 years ago that the Daoist Huayang was born and integrated the world's orthodoxy, so that today's Dazhou state religion came into being.

In other words, if "Taoist" is the founder of the system, then Huayang is the founder of "Taoism" and also the first generation of teachers.

He was a person of the same era as Li Yang Zhenren.

She is also recognized as the most powerful woman in Kyushu for thousands of years.

Yes, "Huayang" is the name of a female crown, and the first head teacher is a female monk.

As the behind-the-scenes driving force of the compilation of "Yuanqing Grand Ceremony", Daomen put the biography of the real person Huayang as the top priority, provided a large amount of historical materials, reviewed it for two years, added and deleted nine times, and iterated the manuscript repeatedly, and now it is finally finalized.

"What's new about this? It's been changed so many times, and it's just a few word adjustments. Haven't everyone read the content of the biography?" Huang He didn't understand.

Dr. Zhao smiled and said:

"You don't know something, don't you? This time the final draft released several new contents, involving the privacy of the first generation head teacher. It is said that there were repeated debates in the Daoist sect on whether to make it public, and finally decided to make it public."

privacy?

Human beings naturally like to listen to gossip, especially the gossip of important people. Huang He suddenly felt relieved, gripped the manuscript paper in his hand, sat down with a chair, and asked, "What privacy?"

"Letter." Dr. Zhao said: "A letter to Liyang Master."

(End of this chapter)