Taoist chanting

Chapter 476 A Different World
In February, it was raining, and the gurgling stream was green and boundless.

Zhang Wenfeng walked slowly towards the east on the soft green grass. Beside him was a tall, dark-skinned Shui Qingru. Over seven years later, the slender, black girl with a hemp stem had grown into a pointed chin and curved willow eyebrows. , A lovely young girl.

Chatting about Shui Qingru learning boxing, sword learning, daily practice, and asking about the shitty and disgusting things her brother did later, and her coping methods, he could see that Shui Qingru was a little nervous and excited before, worried that he would be caught by him. scold.

The drizzle was slightly cold and the clothes were not wet. After walking five miles along the stream, I climbed to a gazebo on the top of a mountain.

In the ridges and ridges of wheat fields in the distance, there are farmers hired by the Taoist temple wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats to shuttle among them. The spring rain is as expensive as oil, and they are weeding and fertilizing.

"You have practiced well in the past few years. I heard from Daoist Yue that since last spring, you have been distracted from drawing, writing and reading. Is there any reason why you haven't worked as hard on cultivation as before? Or Something on your mind?"

Zhang Wenfeng asked about the business, and he felt that enough was done after so many foreshadowing.

A child who grew up hard from childhood has practiced Taoism for seven years and read so many books, so his temper is tougher than ordinary people.

In the early stage of the journey of cultivation, one should pay attention to one effort, breaking the ground is like sailing along the water, laziness is not enough, the longer the delay is not the stronger the foundation, but the more blocked the key orifices, the bottleneck is as big as a barrel.

These common senses have been said a long time ago, so there are not many lazy people who can become formal students.

The water was as clear as wiping the drizzled stone benches in the pavilion with a handkerchief, and asked the Lord to sit down, and she sat down opposite.

She almost died of freezing, sickness, and starvation back then, but she was able to stay in the fairy temple in a pitiful and pitiful manner to become an apprentice. It was the head of the mountain who interceded for her, and Taoist Yue took care of her later. She is very grateful to the two great benefactors, it is the grace of life .

The Guanzhu in front of her is a master-like existence to her.

Her kung fu, swordsmanship, and boxing skills are all master Guan's. When she was promoted to Xiantian, she got the master's guidance.

She didn't dare to talk too much with the unsmiling mountain chief, she respected and feared him.

With Daoist Yue who cares about her, she can talk about her daughter's private thoughts and help her deal with her brother's worries. Only in front of the temple master, she can openly talk about her spiritual practice. The temple master is not a martial artist. But he understands the principles of martial arts, well, it should be said that he understands a lot of principles.

"Guanzhu Mingjian, the disciples have indeed encountered difficulties in practice, please ask the Guanzhu for guidance."

"Tell me, I'll help you analyze and analyze."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, not seeing each other for a few years, the little guy back then has his own personality and ideas, and he has the thoughts of a practitioner in him, and he is no longer obsessive, which is a good thing.

Shui Qingru wiped the stone table slowly with a handkerchief, and said: "In the past few years, monks from other sects often came to our Taoist temple to worship the mountain and compete. Stabbed someone to death, and scared me to have nightmares for several days, and then the head of the mountain didn't let me play."

Zhang Wenfeng pondered for a moment, then asked: "How many games have you fought in total, have you ever lost?"

He probably understood where Shui Qingru's worries were.

"Ten fights, no defeat."

Shui Qingru's eyes were bright, she was happy to fight for the audience's face.

Zhang Wenfeng continued to ask: "Now you are asked to compete with the monks from the sect outside who worship the mountain, and you are confident in life and death. Do you dare to go all out and fight to the death?"

Shui Qingru was a little hesitant, glanced at the smiling temple master, lowered his trembling eyelashes, and said: "The temple master asked me to fight for my life, the disciple will certainly dare."

It's very chewy in here.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "I'll tell you a few short stories."

The old story of how he fought back when he was assassinated by his fifth senior brother Lu Jinzhong with evil methods, and how he asked for help from the Daolu Branch of the county seat, and together with Wu Ganping, Fu Gujing, Yun Qiuhe and others, wiped out the gang of thieves as a story He told it, and told a series of dangerous stories about Wei Xingde's family being revenged by the ancient tree elves, and also told about the tragedy of Wu Xiu who almost massacred half of the people in Xihezhou Town.

"You are just in this period of peace during the great change. Looking around, the mountains and rivers are peaceful, the world is fine, you have not had much contact with the dangers of the practice world, your mind is not tempered enough, and you have nothing to do with the ability of a strong person compared to ordinary people. , You still don’t have the mentality of a strong man, so you have to put away your little thoughts of pondering and going, and concentrate on breaking through the situation first.

Your ability has improved, even if you compete with others in the future, you can still control the power of the sword in your hand, why not do it? "

Shui Qingru blinked her eyes and asked, "Monastery Lord, will we...will we really fight against the Great Liang Wu Clan?"

Zhang Wenfeng stood up, shook his head and said, "It's hard to say, if our monks in the Da'an Dynasty were weak and not as powerful as others, it would be strange if the surrounding countries didn't fight. Peace has always been won with fists, not wishful thinking."

Shui Qingru stood up, she had read so many classics, and knew that every time the spiritual energy surged, there would be countless disturbances, there were natural disasters, there were disasters, it was she who wanted to go wrong, and bowed slightly: "I understand, thank you for watching!" The Lord solves the puzzle."

"Do you really understand?"

"Understanding a part, the disciple will catch up."

Shui Qingru feels that the eyes of the temple master can point directly to people's hearts, she is a little ashamed, she doesn't want to break through the realm, she doesn't want to compete with higher-level monks because her cultivation has been promoted to the second level of martial arts, she hates fighting Damn, I feel like I'm being selfish right now.

"For yourself and for others, you have to practice hard."

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and looked at the disciple who had his own opinions and pondered for a long time.

The other disciples probably had this situation to some extent, so he decided to talk to his disciples later on about the principles of "born in sorrow and died in peace" and "the years of peace are not peaceful", and let all the disciples who have advanced to the gradually declining state go to rush forward in batches. Participate in the bloody fights on the border and earn some merit points.

Some people may be killed or injured, and some people may not be able to bear the cruel collapse of the battlefield.

But there can't be monks who care about the world in the greenhouse.

Ascetics who avoid and live in seclusion will eventually have limited achievements.

Life will not go smoothly and peacefully forever, and it is his responsibility as the master of the temple to plan ahead.

Of course, it is really not suitable for fighting. For example, Yan Jing's interest and talent are in alchemy. Through alchemy, his practice is not hindered, but his practice is faster. Such talents should also be sent to the border town of Chongzhou to experience the struggle with the Wu clan. Ask her to fight against Wu Xiu.

"Yes, follow the Lord Guan's decree!"

After Shui Qingru saluted, seeing the master leaving, he said again: "Master, I have another question for you."

"You said."

"It's like this. In the winter of the year before last, when I was exchanging lessons with a cultivator who had achieved perfection in the Qi Transformation Realm in Zijing Temple, I was relieved and found that the opponent's sword speed suddenly slowed down, so I couldn't stop the momentum and severely injured that cultivator. "

Shui Qingru thought about it and said: "I thought it was an accident at the time, but when I competed with other sect monks again, the opponent's speed slowed down again, and I realized that it was my own problem, and I dared not fight with others easily. fight."

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the woman with a slight doubt on her face, but said nothing.

"Through nearly a year of experimentation, I found that when I was immersed in the state of my mind, everything in the world, whether it was flowing water and falling leaves, or the speed of the swords of the brothers and sisters who had not advanced to the Gradient Realm, would slow down, slower than usual. Some."

Shui Qingru continued to talk about her confusion, and said: "In my eyes, the moves of the monks in the Gradient Realm will slow down when they are not serious. A few days ago, the pumpkin clamored to challenge me. For a moment, he didn't even react."

She was able to teach the pumpkin in the late stage of the fading state, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "It's a good thing. This is a kind of martial arts self-generated 'eyesight', which is similar to the popular folklore of 'opening the eyes of the sky'. It proves that your martial arts talent is outstanding. You should cherish this skill of yours."

Shui Qingru nodded excitedly, and she later understood that this was a good thing.

She reads all kinds of books to seek answers, and draws and writes to meditate. Only in the extremely quiet state immersed in exercises can she see the different slow world in the eyes of others.

"You didn't tell anyone about your abnormality, did you?"

"No, I was quite scared at the time, and I didn't dare to tell Daoist Yue and the head of the mountain."

She has been waiting for the master to come back, the master knows a lot about martial arts.

"Okay, you and I know this for the time being. You should cultivate well and break through the situation as soon as possible. Don't have any burdens. Let's put this 'eye contact' aside for now."

"Yes, thank you, the Lord, for clarifying the confusion!"

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(End of this chapter)