Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 28 Relieve Confusion
After finishing the morning class practice, Chen Mou opened the door and walked to the yard, lifted the wooden cover of the water tank covered with clusters of hoarfrost, and scooped up water to wash.

The winter air is cold and foggy, and the sky has just dawned.

There are birds "chirping" on the hillside trees.

Looking up at the sunset in the east, it was another warm and sunny winter day. Chen Mou turned around and walked into the kitchen with a white breath, scooped out a small half bowl of unhusked brown rice from the rice tank, the color was beige, washed it twice, and washed it with water. Pour it into the pot and cook Lingmi porridge.

He is different from Mo Fu, that guy needs to eat cooked rice that has been pounded eight hundred times, also known as "polished rice".

There are several grain shops in Fangshi, and they operate the pounding mill. He took the two stones of spiritual rice he bought, and pointed out that as long as the brown rice is pounded out, the yield rate is still high, seven buckets of brown rice for one stone of millet.

Such brown rice contains cortex, aleurone layer and germ, which can retain the nutritional aura of Lingmi to the maximum extent.

It doesn't make sense with Mo Fu's ignorance, so let him like it, anyway, the landlord's family has a lot of food left.

After a hearty breakfast with cage cakes, pickles, sauced meat and Lingmi porridge, after cleaning the kitchen and washing hands, the sun has already risen high.

Chen Mou brewed a pot of fragrant tea, sat in the main room and read the Taoist scriptures.

He recited the scriptures yesterday, and discovered the mysterious benefits of being able to concentrate and calm down.

I flipped through several volumes in a row, and even recited the same scriptures twice, but I didn't get back the feeling I had yesterday, and I didn't know what happened, so I put the volume back on the shelf.

After drinking the tea, he got up and went to the side room, lit the fire, and used a small hammer to practice the few basic boxing skills taught by Master Zhong.

He has already grasped the method of "using a hammer like a fist" from the forging demonstrated by Master Zhong.

The sound of "ding ding ding" is tense for a while, sparse for a while, or stops and tempered for a while, and the whole morning passes.

After he becomes more proficient in the "Guan Ling" hammer technique, he will use the magic weapon and sword embryo stored in the cave in another world to practice his hands. I believe it will be enough for him to try to squander it.

I was too lazy to cook at home at noon, so I went to Fangshi to find an old shop to deal with.

Wandering around, he didn't hear any gossip about the missing materials in the "Baoqi Building" forging room. Chen Mou felt guilty and walked around that area.

He believed that he should have made no mistakes, or that Baoqi Building was secretly tracking down?
Walk into the hall of Lun Dao Hall, exchange a few words with the monks who are familiar with the way, hand over two spirit stones, walk into the quiet room of "asking" on the side, sit cross-legged on the futon and wait for a while, and walk in from the door for a while. A young Kun Dao dressed in a blue-gray Taoist robe, has a beautiful appearance, a light and gentle expression, and has the demeanor of a monk.

Chen Mou didn't expect that it was a female Taoist priest who explained his doubts, and hurriedly stood up and performed the Taoist clasping fist: "Thank you, fellow Taoist!"

"Daozu is merciful! Fellow Daoist, you are being polite."

After the female Taoist priest returned the salute, she stretched out her hand to signal please sit down. She sat down on the futon about Zhang Xu away and said, "Fellow Taoist, if you have any doubts about cultivation, please feel free to ask. If you are not satisfied with the answer, half of your fee will be refunded."

Chen Mou roughly described the different feelings he felt when reading the scriptures yesterday and today, and asked how to get back to the state of yesterday?
The female Taoist priest carefully asked what scriptures she read yesterday, what scriptures she usually reads, what scriptures she read today, what Taoist rituals have been done, mood conditions, emotional changes, etc. After a few words, you will know The man wearing a Taoist robe opposite him was a wild Taoist priest who practiced Taoist exercises without taking refuge.

There are a lot of them in Fangshi, all of which are casual cultivators without inheritance.

"Daoist friend, your state yesterday was a pure state of 'Tao deeds inside, clear heart and dust'. Beginners of Taoism, occasionally have sympathy with heaven and man to enter this state, and suddenly figured out a certain truth, or stopped some things. Anger, greedy thoughts, emotional changes, etc., can be met but not sought.”

The female Taoist explained with a smile that the other party could sense the pure state, so she took a high look.

Chen Mou asked in distress: "Please teach the Taoist priest, how can I enter the pure state again? Do you often recite that scripture?"

The female Taoist priest pointed out: "A Taoist priest is learning the scriptures at the beginning, choose a Taoist scripture to concentrate on practicing, just recite, don't ask for its meaning, until you can recite silently, and then gradually understand the essence of the scriptures in your daily life, 'homework, Lessons are also taught. Those who teach their own merits, cultivate their own way', 'the two are perfect through the test of Ming Dharma, and both internal and external skills are available', which can increase blessings, eliminate disasters, and relieve adversity, and they can also help the Tao."

The female Taoist knew that the other party didn't understand anything, so she took out a scroll of scriptures from the storage bag in her sleeve, and continued:
"Fellow Taoists have a predestined relationship with Taoism. I will give you a volume of Taoist introductory homework "Qing Jing Sutra", which can be recited in the morning and evening."

Chen Mouxi said: "Thank you, thank you."

He took a volume of scriptures with a blue cover in both hands, and the title of the scriptures matched the "clean state" that the female Taoist said. It was more reassuring than he just picked a Taoist scripture and read it randomly.

The confusion fee for the two spirit stones is too worthwhile.

The female Taoist priest reached out to the door, and the door closed by itself.

"I recited the "Qing Jing Sutra" three times with the rhyme of the Taoist scriptures, and you compared the scriptures. If you can memorize it, you can memorize it. It doesn't matter if you don't."

In the dark quiet room, the female Taoist priest's clear and frustrating chanting sounds, there seems to be no pause for breath between each verse, and occasionally there is a long tone in the middle, with a unique and long-lasting phonology.

Chen Mou opened the scriptures and compared them word by word carefully, listening attentively and memorizing them silently.

Fortunately, his memory is very good now. After listening to it three times, a sutra rhyme has been formed in his mind. He recited the sutra from the beginning, over and over again, and recited more than 400 words of sutra without much effort. Already in rhyme.

When he wakes up and wakes up, the female Taoist priest is no longer in the quiet room.

Chen Mou went out and went to the hall to inquire about the name of the female priest.

The reception monk only said that the female Taoist priest's surname was Ning, but he refused to say any more, and asked him to ask Taoist priest Ning himself.

Chen Mou shook his head with a smile, and left the Lun Dao hall with the scriptures in his pocket, walked across the street to find a path down the mountain, and headed south to go home.

For the next month or so, apart from going to the Lun Dao Hall to learn swords every ten days in the afternoon, he seldom went out to hang out. He chanted scriptures, practiced, practiced boxing, and swords at home every morning and evening. He was leisurely and full of energy.

Mo Fu called him to drink at the top of the mountain every few days. After meeting, he muttered and slandered: "It feels like it's different, but I can't tell the difference. It's not like a good person who is mysterious."

He seriously suspected that Chen Mou had hidden a woman at home, or would he stay at home all day and not go out to wander?

Out of curiosity, he went down the mountain and knocked on the courtyard door to investigate twice.

How can there be any women in such a big place?

Entering November, the evil cultivator who used "Shadowless Water Poison" to harm people in Fangshi seems to have become a thing of the past.

Chen Mou has been recharging his energy for such a long time, pondering and practicing boxing skills every day, and consciously mastered the key to "Guanling". On a cold windy night, when he turned on the furnace and lit a fire, "Dangdangdangdang" began to boldly try to forge magic weapons.

For seven nights in a row, the materials of the seven magic tools were forged and scrapped.

Fortunately, he cut each of the five complete magic weapon embryos into two halves and made ten pieces, otherwise it would not be a waste this time.

He can clearly feel his progress, and every failure is a rare accumulation of experience for him.

Strike while the iron is hot, and on the eighth night, Chen Mou finally succeeded in imbuing the spirit and quenching the fire. He forged his first magic weapon, the short dagger, and saw the thin light on the surface of the short dagger with the qi-watching technique.

In the snowy night that made the weather for several days, he laughed like a dog's tail flower swaying in the wind.

Implicit and silent, but happy alone.

It can be regarded as a success.

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(End of this chapter)