The essence of the refining period is to flush the body with the heaven and earth aura to achieve the thoroughness of the pulse. At the level of martial arts, there may be some secret methods that can open up the tricks, but today it is crazy.

Gu Gu helped Yuan Peiji open up a big trick, and besides not telling, he was a little bit full of blood.

I was so impressed with that feeling, and when I did, I quickly brought the lesson plan.

Sure enough, it was all about theoretical knowledge. For this reason, Gu Ye stayed here for another day before he understood the principles of muscle strength, control and exercise, as well as some practical tricks.

His physical quality is far better than that of ordinary people, but his strength is not unlimited. If the enemies are complicated in many situations, one point can be saved.

袁 And Yuan Peiji didn't doubt it, only when the masters walked down the grassroots, they rose.

After two days, Gu Ji returned to Baicheng to continue his previous cultivation days. Breathe every morning, noon, and three o'clock in the evening, and make incense at night.

He worked out a simpler and more direct technique based on his own characteristics. In addition to his bare hands, he is also very interested in short sticks.

东西 This thing is simple and convenient, and it is good for hiding. It is comparable to the folding stool of the first of seven weapons.

Gu Gutuo Xiaozhai found a piece of wood, and then repaired it into a 45-cm short stick, chopping, sweeping, slicing, shaving, plus one, and stabbing.

Regardless of the number and position of the opponent, I use a stick—it's like A Fei's sword.

Generally speaking, the days are still quiet. Only Yuan Peiji didn't worry, and ran to ask for advice in two days. Later, Gu Zheng was cleaned up, which was considered honest.

Speaking of them, in the sky of Baicheng, the relationship between the Zeng family, Lei family, and Yuan family is enough to keep peace.

But what he wants is not peace, but stability.

Uh ...

Southwest, Shuzhou, Tuling County.

Here is Gejia Village, one of thousands of villages in Shuzhou. There are no special features. For generations to live on farmland, the only thing worth saying is that the village has a larger population and is the first in this county.

It was dark at night, there were no street lights, only the houses were shimmering. In the courtyard of the villager Ge Chao, it was brightly lit, and there was a suona gong and drums.

Lu Gechao has an old mother who just went last night. The old lady told her at the end of her life that she didn't want the bones to be gone. To put it bluntly, she didn't want to be cremated.

The country has implemented the funeral and burial reform for decades, and has not completely solved the problem of burial. Burials are still very popular in some remote rural areas.

Tong Ge supernaturally obeyed and invited two Taoists to do things.

"The Supreme Decree, Chaoru lonely soul, all ghosts, all four lives are gracious. The headed super, the headless lives, guns and swords, diving on the rope. Dead death, death, misfortune, creditor, Fateful Lang ... "

At this moment, inside the temple house, the two priests were reading "The Curse of Rescue Suffering." The two were old and young. The old man was in his 70s and his hair was white. The few are seventeen or eighteen years old, and although they read the scriptures, their expressions were impatient.

Standing in front of them, a coffin stopped, an old lady in a shroud was lying inside, with a calm face.

After a short snoring, the two read it several times before finally opening their eyes. The young priest stunned his head outside and complained, "This man is too stingy, he doesn't even eat."

或许 "Maybe people forget it, don't whisper." The old Taoist replied.

"What forgot, I just watched him go out to eat just now, just to be intentional!"

"Ugh……"

Master Yun wanted to train again, and it was clear that the apprentice was really hungry. After all, he sighed and got up and went outside. Then Ge Chao just passed by, and quickly came over and asked, "Master Dao, what's wrong?"

呃 "Uh, what do you eat in your house?" He was thin and hard to read.

"Oh, I almost forgot, sorry, sorry!"

Ge Gechao made a quasi-like shape and quickly invited the two to enter the house. It was nothing more than rough vegetarian food such as white rice and cabbage tofu. The young priest, however, ate deliciously and asked, "Master, how much can we make this time?"

The old road didn't say anything, just raised a finger. The apprentice frowned, and yelled, "Is that so? Why doesn't he give it a few more days?"

"Do not talk nonsense, eat!"

Lao Dao was afraid that others would hear, and patted his head.

According to traditional customs, people should have been suspended for 3-7 days after death. But the group knew they were wrong, and in order to burial as soon as possible, it was reduced to one day.

For Taoist priests, one day less money. The big names naturally don't care, but they need it very much.

After the two had finished their meals, they returned to the temple hall to study the scriptures. This "The Curse of Rescuing Sufferings" was extremely long and had to be read seven or forty-nine times. The little priest did not like this job very much, and then he closed his eyes and looked down, thinking that he was asleep.

The old man was helpless and had to move his body to hide one or two.

I stayed all night like this, and in the early morning the next morning, Granny Ge was out of work. The trolleys have been lined up. The first one is the hearse, the latter is the filial piety, the band, the paper man, paper horse, and so on.

"Hard work, a little bit of trivial."

Ge Gechao held a few banknotes and shoved them into Lao Dao's hands. He smiled bitterly, and had to salute, "Thank you, layman."

When the time is right, the team set off and threw paper money all the way ~ lightnovelpub.net ~. The two pedaled on a bicycle and crooked in the opposite direction.

After riding for about half an hour, I reached the outskirts of the town, where a small temple stood.

I entered the courtyard and the mottled walls could not see the original color. The wooden door was also worn and locked with a big lock. The two got out of the car, the little priest was about to unlock, but suddenly missed.

"Wow!"

The bicycle fell to the ground. Lao Dao shuddered angrily, bowed his waist, and coughed red.

I saw a circle on the wall, and a big one in the middle!

"Master! Master!"

Xiao Taoist hurried to help and opened the door again.

The inside of the urn is even more shabby. There is only one room in the hall for the statue of Tao. There is a box room on each side, a bedroom on the right and a kitchen on the left, with a toilet by the way.

I said that the old Taoist priest was named Li. For this reason, I watched the Lord and looked down, and my ancestors had also been wide.

In the south, Zhengyi faction is the most important. Maoshan is a branch of Zhengyi faction, and Maoshan faction has 108 sects: Shangmaoshan thirty-six, Xiamaoshan seventy-two, and twenty-four Qingtang and three ghosts .

The martial arts of Xun Lao Dao were passed down from Xia Maoshan.

Shangmaoshan is not the same as Xiamaoshan. The former repairs the right path, which can drive ghosts and gods to call the wind and rain. The latter practiced sinister spells, which were extremely weird.

However, to this day, this school has also broken a lot of traditions, and only a few rune secrets are left in the old mind.

开 He has been in Tuling County for 20 years. He is quiet and weak, and only accepts an orphan apprentice, named Li Suchun. In places like this where birds don't shit, let alone Taoism, even ordinary people are living very hard.

I have few incense and no enshrinement. With monthly government allowances and sneaky practices, mentors and apprentices can only survive.