A knife can be strengthened 10,000 times

It is also like the breeze blowing on the face, when one perceives it, the distance between the mind and body is very wonderful, very strange, but very good.

For some reason, he found a strange sense of belonging in this book for the first time.

This sense of belonging is not a responsibility to eliminate demons and protect morality, nor is it a determination to help the community.

As if he had clarified his destination, it made his heart more firm.

He wants to live a better life.

May the world be at peace.

May there not be so many tragedies in this world.

May the world be peaceful.

It sounds the most unrealistic, and it is the easiest to say, but the dream that is more difficult to act than reach the sky, has become more and more firm.

Read wisely.

The ancients never deceived him.

In a blink of an eye, the sky turned dark.

Xia Yi closed the book and solemnly put it in the box.

When the lid of the wooden box was closed, the voice in his head returned to silence.

With neither sadness nor joy on his face, he stood up, bowed three times to the statue of Zhenjun God, and left the room.

Just stepped out of Zhenjun Palace, standing on the steps, a snowflake floated towards him along the wind.

He stretched out his hand.

Snowflakes fell on the palm of the hand.

But it didn't disappear.

As if Xia Yi's hand had no warmth at all, crystal clear hexagonal snowflakes fell on his palm, motionless.

"call"

He blew lightly, and the snowflakes flew up again, joined his companions in the air, and finally fell on the ground.

"It's snowing again"

Looking up at the sky that was about to darken, he muttered to himself.

Then, he went down the steps, picked up the bamboo broom in the corner of the yard, and started sweeping in the snow.

Some people may think that this kind of thing is stupid, it is obviously snowing, and it is useless to wait for the snow to stop, but Xia Yi doesn't think so.

What the world thinks is their business.

How I do it is my business.

I don't intend to influence: You, but you also don't interfere with me.

"sand"

"sand"

"sand"

Peak of the Five Dragons.

A Taoist priest with disheveled hair and a thick Taoist robe with the words "Want to Sweep Snow"

With an idea, start to clean up one by one.

Peaceful and at ease inside.

Qing Dynasty Palace.

After returning to the palace, the old Taoist, wearing the purple and gold five-sacred crown and the purple and gold fairy cave clothes, immediately.

Then a middle-aged Taoist priest came up to him.

"Master."

He greeted the old man respectfully, and while helping the old man change his clothes, he said with a smile: "It's snowing, so we can rest for a while.

The happiest time of the year has begun."

The old Taoist nodded, and after changing into the rough sermon robe handed over by his disciples, his demeanor became more casual.

"It's just a few months of leisure.

After a while, tell your disciples to be more diligent in removing the snow, don't let these believers slip on their feet and make any mistakes."

"The disciple understands."

The middle-aged Taoist served tea to the old man.

The old Taoist wears loose Taoist robes, he doesn't look like one of the three leaders in the Taoist sect at all, but looks like an ordinary old Taoist who doesn't care about so many common rules.

"huhu"

He blew on the boiling hot tea soup, and after taking a sip, a childish smile appeared on his face: "It's really comfortable. Every year when it snows, there are fewer tourists and fewer leaders. Finally, I can rest.

Uh..., take advantage of these few months, apprentice, I plan to go out to visit friends for my teacher, and I will leave tomorrow, and I will leave the ups and downs of Wudang Mountain to you."

When the middle-aged Taoist heard this, he was not surprised, but asked, "Where is Master going this time?"

"Well..."

The old Taoist thought for a while, then shook his head: "As a teacher, I don't know.

I remember last year when I was in Inner Mongolia, I lived in a herdsman’s house. As a teacher, I helped them pick some wild chives and decided to go to his house.

Qing He, you have worked hard for several months, and when the teacher comes back, I will bring you a jar of wild chive flower sauce, the taste is tsk tsk tsk."

Qing He, the sixth-level peak awakener.

Wudang Mountain Contemporary High Gong.

The eldest disciple of Guizhen Daoist Priest, the candidate for the next Wudang head teacher.

Hearing Master's words, he scratched his head, "Master, I don't like Chive Flower Sauce, but I really like milk food.

I don’t know if the master can bring some back to the disciples.”

"Stop it!"

The old man glared at him: "As a teacher, I don't have enough food for myself!"

For some reason, Lao Dao's image at the moment actually has a bit of a rogue feeling.

Seeing Master like this, Master Qinghe sighed distressedly: "But you have already gone to Inner Mongolia to eat mutton, and the apprentice wants to eat some milk and food."

"You are a Taoist priest! How can you eat meat!"

"Master, don't you eat it too"

"As a teacher, I am eighty-five this year. In ancient times, it would be fine to scold the emperor. You can compare with the master."

Hearing this, Taoist Master Qinghe, who seemed to be at most 40 years old, said speechlessly: "Master, I am also [-] years old."

"It's only sixty, rounding it up you've just come of age.

It’s too early to break the precept, quack quack”

Seeing this, Master Qinghe sighed, "Hey!"

"quack"

The old man picked up two salt beans from the refreshment, put them in his mouth and bit them, then suddenly remembered something, and asked, "What's wrong with that doll?"

"Who"

Daoist Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then he shook his head after realizing what Master meant, "I don't know, I just heard from the Taoist boy who delivered food every week that the young man would show up at the foot of the mountain on time every week to wait for him. Thank you, and walk back in silence.

And in the past few months, I haven't stepped out of the range of Wulongding."

"It's quite bearable to be lonely."

Holding the teacup, the old Taoist nodded: "It seems that the "Qingxin Sutra" has a good effect."

""Clear Heart Sutra""

Taoist Master Qinghe was taken aback, "Master has passed on the "Clear Heart Sutra" to him."

The old Taoist shook the teacup in his hand, "You didn't pass it on."

"Master's words are unreasonable. Ever since that young man went up the mountain, except for the two nephews who picked him up, there were a few Taoist boys who delivered food and he had socialized with him. After receiving the letter from the landlord, Master said Cursing and slapping the table, seeing you like that, whoever dares to go to see him will not be spanked by you." Taoist Master Qinghe said this with an innocent look on his face.

The old Taoist was also speechless: "So in the past few months, none of you have passed on his "Qingxin Sutra""

"The "Clear Heart Sutra" is the foundation for us to calm the mind and calm the mind. When did it spread to outsiders?"

Qing He vaguely felt that his master was going to blame him, so he hurriedly made himself into a non-stick pan that adhered to the school's rules.

The old man is in a hurry, "Teach me and me"

He groaned for a while, and then asked in spite of himself: "So, he didn't even know what the "Qingxin Sutra" is these past few months. How curious were you little bastards before! The long dog came from the mountains. As an outsider, you are not curious at all!" "Master, first, you have violated the precept.

Second, why do we care so much about a second-level awakened person, not to mention we have heard about what he did.

Thirdly, outsiders come to our mountains every day.

360 five days a year, from the first day of junior high school to burning dragon head incense to the new year's [-]th, there are always outsiders, we are curious why there are so many. A few seniors even privately thought that you gave him the "Gouchendangmolu" to punish his curiosity."

"I"

The old Taoist who had completely lost his image of a master opened his mouth.

Then he quickly closed his eyes and sensed Xia Yi who was sweeping the snow. He heaved a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it seems that this doll is quite interesting, and he knows that he can't bear the magic sound pouring into his ears. I probably haven't touched the Jianmu God Box for a month.

Tsk"

There was a hint of satisfaction on his face: "That's right, you know how to advance and retreat, and know what is good or bad.

It's rare to have such a heart at such a young age.

Qinghe, tomorrow, you should go to the top of five dragons.

Give him the "Clear Heart Sutra". After all, master, I was greedy for drinking, and I was greedy for the landlord's half pot of snow-topped cold green, and I lost my feelings.

Since this doll is destined to be with him, let's make a favor.

As for whether he can read or not, let's do our best and let fate do our best."

Hearing the old Taoist's words, Qing He nodded.

"Gou Chen Dang Mo Lu" is one of the seven secrets of Wudang. It is rumored that it records various deeds of Emperor Zhen Wu when he wiped out the group of demons, and it has incredible power.

But every time you read, you have to bear the magic sound produced by the blood of demons used to write those words. The soul of ordinary people will collapse at the touch of a touch. A good awakened person, if he wants to read, he must also have a high level of cultivation of pure mind.

There are countless disciples in the mountains, and those who can read are the master's direct disciples.

But what these disciples are practicing is also the righteous method of Taoism.

I have also read this book "Gou Chen Dang Mo Lu".

What is recorded in the first one above is not some kind of cultivation method, and the second one is not about supernatural powers. They also curiously asked the master what is the meaning of this book, but the master just said that the method of human relationship such as himself is not in this book.

So, what's going on with this book, except... the master and a few elders, no one knows what's going on.

As for the disciples of Wudang, either they were too old when they could read, and they had no chance to read this book.

Either the cultivation base is low, and they can't bear the magic sound.

As time goes by, this matter will disappear in their hearts.

Hearing Master's words at this moment, Qing He didn't think much about it.

He also doesn't think that a "wanted criminal" who wiped out a family because of the monster clan

What can be the reason.

Wudang Mountain is the orthodox school of Taoism, the leader of the orthodox Taoism.

To be able to accommodate a wanted criminal in the mountain gate is already because of the favor owed by the master back then.

Letting them get close to this wanted criminal is simply ridiculous.

Qing He made up his mind.

Tomorrow, I will leave after delivering the Qingxin Sutra.