The indescribable Taoist Lord

It was a sunny day, and after days of heavy snow, the winter sun was shining warmly. Most of the winter snow melted away, and the branches and leaves that had been depressed lifted their heads.

The originally stagnant water on the Wei River continued to surge, shimmering under the clear sunlight. There was a young man dressed in plain brocade, holding a pole made of green bamboo and hanging a thin line made of sheep intestines, fishing by the Wei River.

He stared at an inconspicuous reed in the Wei River. His eyes were calmer than the Wei River, without a trace of wind.

On the days when the snow was gone, the chill naturally increased instead of decreasing. Zhang Qinghe did not shiver, but the boy in Tsing Yi next to him shivered several times in a row - even though the student's Tsing Yi was changed beyond recognition, he still did not lose his innocence. He was afraid of the cold and warm, but he couldn't help but the exposed hands and feet were still cold and stiff.

With a bitter look on his face, Zhang San used branches to write and draw on the remaining snow on the tidal flat, writing some words that ordinary people would look unorganized and find very complicated - it is said that they are words, but they are closer to the patterns. , and because it is too detailed and complicated, it may be dazzling for ordinary people to look at it.

The jade slips of Taiyin flew around him curiously and looked at him, with a sense of supervision. You know, in the talisman formation, although she is not a master, she can still be called a great one, and she has taken action in Li Ping'an's case.

She watched silently, with some doubts, and communicated directly with Zhang Qing and Xinhu in silence.

"Little Master, what do you mean by this? If you want to teach this little kid Dongtian Emperor's Dao Wen, but he has no cultivation level at all, and has no way of imagining the most real appearance of Dao Wen, even if the little Young Master puts Dao Wen in front of him , his soul is not yet enlightened, and he will only see images that he can recognize.

Moreover, it seems that these textures have nothing to do with Dao Wen. "

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Zhang Qinghe raised his fishing pole, checked the bait on the hook, and then flicked the thin line. The line swung straight into the Wei River, making light ripples - it was too cold. , Fish is naturally unwilling to take the lead.

"There are three thousand words in Dongtian's Taoist text, but Xingjun can't see a word of it. How does Xingjun know what the Taoist text is like?"

Zhang Qing and Pian Sheng asked about Taiyin Xingjun instead.

Taiyin Xingjun was choked and a little angry - why is this person like this? That was not the attitude he had when he vowed that he would find a way to learn the Heaven Locking Chain.

Hey, man!

"To this day, these three thousand words are only arranged around my soul. I can figure out that there are only a hundred or so of them that can move freely, and they can extend the chain to the sky ten feet away.

You guessed it right, these things seem to have no effect when viewed individually. "

"Then why?"

Taiyin inside the jade slip frowned.

"Xingjun, do you know why water condenses into ice, how ice melts into water, why stars have brilliance, why everything in the world waxes and wanes, and how everything changes from one state to another?"

Zhang Qinghe looked down at Jiang Xin with a solemn expression, silently responding to Taiyin Xingjun in his heart.

"Because... Tao, Tao Principles, Great Way, Heavenly Way. Heavenly Tao is magnificent, controlled by immortals and gods, and Tao Principles and Great Principles can reach the upper three realms, but monks can also touch them."

"Xingjun is very insightful, but if I ask any ordinary monk, they will probably tell me that these things are controlled by the gods.

There are so-called rules, and this may be the only good news in the Zhongtian world.

I originally thought that all the rules of the Zhongtian world were determined by the likes and dislikes of the immortals. However, after I obtained the Zhongtian inheritance from the secret realm, I found that this was not the case. Although these Taoist scriptures were trained by immortals and gods and were pulled down from heaven and earth by Dongtian's teacher who created the Heaven-locking Chain, they still have their substance.

Their existence proves that Zhongtian is not entirely controlled by immortals. "

"But what does this have to do with this little baby's ghost drawing charm?"

Taiyin Xingjun holds his forehead, either talks little and is as cold as frost, or has a serious face and preaches like an old-fashioned person from Chang'an School. The change that Zhang Qinghe's madness brought to him was really tiring.

"There are rules in Zhongtian, so he can learn from the clear rules. What is water made of, and what principles or avenues are involved when water condenses into ice? These lines are not the Taoism itself, but my own The part that is disassembled from the Taoist text.

Without the soul, one cannot understand the Taoist text, but it is enough to understand the composition of the Taoist text. "

Zhang Qinghe said that his views were shocking enough to open a sect in the world, but he didn't have much reaction. It seems that these things are just theories that he has been exposed to since he was a child. Although they point directly to the essence of the world, they cannot excite him.

"Let me try it with Zhang San. If this path works, then Xingjun will have a way to learn the sky-locking chain."

When Taiyin Xingjun heard this, he was suddenly shocked. It turned out that Zhang Qinghe had still remembered this from beginning to end. It was also in the jade slip that Zhang Qinghe had no way of seeing the tall woman wearing a mask with a slightly delighted smile, and then flew to the back, watching the little boy more carefully.

Zhang San suddenly felt a chill on his back... It seemed as if there was someone living inside the jade slip that Zhang Qinghe was holding, looking at him strictly, and carefully observing the patterns on the ground.

He is a child after all. Even though he has a very high level of understanding, his hands are not steady. But once he writes too crookedly, Yu Jian will directly knock a red mark on the back of his hand.

Taiyin Xingjun also particularly enjoyed this process. For some reason, she always felt a sense of inexplicable pleasure when she watched the child deflate in her hands.

Finally, it was past noon. Zhang San copied all the patterns given by Zhang Qinghe. He wiped his tears with his purple hand and asked Zhang Qinghe loudly -

"Sir, I've finished writing. When will we go back?"

Now he looked at the Taiyin Jade Slips with only fear and no curiosity, so he timidly hid far away.

Zhang Qinghe looked at the water that had been extremely calm all morning and frowned.

"Did you finish writing?"

"It's all written without missing a word."

Zhang San thought to himself, what are the characters? One texture is probably worth hundreds of cloud seals.

"Oh... you are a polite person. You know when to say what to say. Now if your loud voice disturbs my fish, then just say it again."

Taiyin Xingjun was watching a play and was enjoying himself. Is this the student taught by Li Shaobai? The method of educating people is completely different from that of the swashbuckling swordsman, but I learned this nonsense from him.

fish? It was early in the morning and it was already noon. The buoy didn't even move. How could there be any fish?

Zhang San has always been respectful and afraid of Zhang Qinghe, so he just said "oh" with a bitter look on his face, then lay down on the ground and started copying carefully...