"The White Head Demon Master (

Having stayed in this hall, Fang Cun seemed to have forgotten the time.

This small hall is shabby and dilapidated, the window paper has been broken, and the door is exposed to the wind. However, this kind of small hall seems to have a mysterious atmosphere. This kind of atmosphere is difficult to find in normal days, and even difficult to borrow mana Come to detect.

But staying in this temple for a long time will also give people a different feeling.

One is not hungry or thirsty. Although Fang Cun has already embarked on the path of spiritual practice, he has never thought about bigu. When he was in Shoushan school, he had to eat all three meals a day, and he had to eat carefully and carefully. Plenty, sometimes, even like his previous life, he would always have afternoon tea, but now in this small hall, he has forgotten the time, and he doesn't know how long has passed.

During this time, he didn't actually feel hunger or thirst, or even exhaustion.

It's like, in the flesh, this temple freezes his state when he first stepped into the threshold, and there is no more change.

And another strange place is that this temple is very easy for people to fall into peace.

People often have this state, when they want to think about something, sometimes they will have a bright light and quick thinking, but sometimes they will continue to distract themselves, get half the result with half the effort, and even can’t control their thoughts. It is difficult to clarify the mind. Then in this temple, Fang Cun had never felt this way before. Instead, he felt that his mind of the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be in a state of extreme clarity, taking all of his knowledge and knowledge. What I saw was all coordinated at a terrifying speed.

In this state, even his cultivation level and knowledge are rapidly improving. All the six classics, magical scriptures and meanings that I have seen before, were somewhat full of life, but now they have all turned into their own knowledge. Incorporated into the sea of ​​knowledge.

There is a feeling in Fang Cun, I am afraid that it is not as useful as staying here for three days to practice in other places for three years.

Perhaps it can be described in another way.

No matter how hard you study, you can’t go to Tsinghua University.

But if there was such a temple in the previous life, it might be extremely safe to stay in it for three days.

Even benefit a lifetime.

It’s just that, even though his cultivation base has progressed extremely fast, Fang Cun still didn’t find the answer to open the fifth door. This has nothing to do with the Taoist Temple. It’s just because Fang Cun feels that his background is shallow, just like barren and shallow soil. The inability to raise a towering giant tree made him feel depressed and tired in his heart, just like a drowning person, trying his best, but unable to reach out.

In this trouble, one day, he opened his eyes slightly and took a break.

Then he saw the volume of Taoism that had been stuffed in from under the somewhat incomplete wooden door threshold of the Taoist Temple.

Slightly curious, he unrolled this scroll, and was instantly attracted by the scriptures inside.

This volume of Taoism looks very ordinary, even a little broken on the outside, but the content recorded in it makes his eyes shine. There is a kind of dry land, and it is like a long-lost rain. I fell into it...

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The outside of the hall turns and the stars move, time changes, and the remaining lights in the hall are like beans, almost eternal.

Reading the contents of the book carefully, my intuition seems to be that countless problems have been solved, but while these problems have been solved, many new questions have appeared, and I have forgotten everything around me and just immersed in In the Scriptures, he completely let go of the tempering of his mind in his daily life. He only rejoices because of what he has gained, and suffers because he cannot understand some places.

When this state reached its extreme, Fang Cun sometimes even forgot whether he was awake or dreaming.

He only faintly felt that he had come to a strange world, which was like a quiet valley, sunny, clear water and dense forests, weeds all over the world, and birds and birds sang joyously in the invisible places. There are divine beasts and different birds, running and flying far away, a place completely devoid of red dust, only by the stream, there is an old man with a crane sitting and fishing.

"The avenue is difficult, the avenue is difficult, the avenue is simple and complicated!"

"Weird hearts, weird hearts, good and bad hearts!"

Fang Cun read the contents of the Taoist book, shaking his head, a little disdainful: "What is this all about?

The old man fishing by the stream smiled and greeted, "What are the little friends looking at?"

Fang Cun raised his head and glanced at him, and said, "Daoshu!"

The old man fishing was curious and said with a smile: "What is Tao?"

Fang Cun said, "If you can't write this word, I can teach it to you!"

"..."

The old man was choked for a while, and then smiled: "I am asking the little friend, where is the way..."

Fang Cun shook his head, and said, "This question is too big, but if you want to hold the shelf to ask, then I will also hold the shelf to answer you. Bigger, Dao is everywhere, the starry universe, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and smaller. Say, Tao is only in the heart..."

"Alas……"

The old man was a little surprised: "My little friend's understanding is not low..."

Fang Cun said: "Reluctantly!"

The old man smiled and said: "When you are young, you can read the Book of Heaven and Abroad, and you can have such a comprehension. What kind of fate and blessing is this? Why do you look at you like this, but you are frowning, and you are not happy. The color?"

Fang Cun was silent for a long time after hearing this question.

Faintly sighed: "I can't do this question..."

"..."

The old man was silent again, and smiled: "Take me a look!"

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View of corpse cutting, in the courtyard.

Shi Daoren still sits quietly at the threshold of the side hall, guarding this small Taoist temple, just like what he has always done. Sometimes, he will slowly open his eyes and take a look at the direction of the temple. There was no movement inside, so he continued to keep silent, and every time he reached a certain time, he would stand up, bow to his master's corpse regularly, and then sigh deeply.

It's just that compared with Qingjing Ninghe in the view of corpse cutting, the outside is getting more and more lively.

After all, Hong Chen is not as quiet as the inside of the view, life should be passed, and it has to be passed.

Today, Qingjiang City, it has been a year since the trial of ghost officials, the extermination of the seven tribes, and the rescue of the Spirit Well. No matter how big the waves are, they are gradually calming down, and when the order is reorganized, all the legends that have changed. At the time when the people talked about it, the Qingjiang Qi refiners had already turned their eyes to another event, which was the Qingjiang Great Immortal Meeting held every three years.

Originally, Daxianhui should have been recruited long ago.

It is a pity that due to the death of Mr. Fan Lao, the former county guardian, the new county guardian was only looking at making money, and Liuzong was also busy dividing up the business lines and businesses left over from the seven tribes. Even the rivers and lakes in Qingjiang River were renewed. The cards were shuffled, so no one cared about it. These three-yearly big immortal meetings have been pushed down like this until the waves can't afford it, and no one thinks about it.

And to run a big immortal meeting, six parties must work together and get the consent of the county government and even host it.

But when the six joint letters were handed over, it was like a stone sinking.

When they inquired out of curiosity, they found out that the current county government, and even the shrine, couldn't take care of this.

Another thing is quickly triggering a piece of discussion.

The messenger of Chaoge came over.

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A year ago, Mr. Fan was exposed as a ghost official and died ashamed. Before he died, he left a legacy. It stands to reason that he died as a sinner. It should have been pointed out by Wanfu, but he did not expect that after his death All kinds of truths were exposed, and everyone knew that this old gentleman was incarnate as a ghost officer, just to kill some people who escaped the punishment of the law, and kill some people who are guilty but not dead, so his reputation is getting better and better. Not only did the people of Qingjiang worship him like a god, but even this reputation was passed on to Chaoge.

He had such a reputation before he was alive, and he was touted to the altar after his death. Naturally, no one dares to despise the old man's legacy.

Headed by a group of old Confucianists in the Old School of Classics, they all expressed their strong support. Some people even carefully studied the old man’s last policy. They were very touched. They felt that although the matter seemed to have a great rebellion when it came to it, it was also It makes sense...

Therefore, the court has been arguing for a long time, and the wind has gradually settled, and it is decided that the envoy will come and take a look.

For a time, Qingjiang, or the entire Kingdom of God, was greatly shaken.

Everyone with a discerning eye knows ~lightnovelpub.net~ If this Mr. Fan’s last policy becomes true, he does not know how much impact it will have on the business lines of the various places, and how much it will cause today’s Qingjiang or Yuanguo. Influence, due to various considerations, within a short period of time, the entire Qingjiang didn't know how many disputes arose. The battles over and under, like boiling water, engulfed the entire Kingdom of God.

Under these disputes, many people naturally came to visit Fang Cun, wanting to ask some suggestions.

It's a pity that after everyone came over, they sweated on their heads and slipped away quietly.

Now the hall built by Master Fang Cun’s finger is occupied by others. The good tea, wine and food he used to enjoy is now unceremoniously occupied by another person, even if he usually lay down and watch the stars. There was another person lying on the chair.

Between the slender fingers of the Nanhuang Divine King, he took a wicker and pulled it to the ground with a "swish".

Not far away, the little fox, who was dangling in a pony stance, immediately tensed, with his head held up and his chest tall, looking ahead.

"If you want to repair the "Wu Jing", you have to endure hardship!"

The Nanhuang God King lazily said: "At the beginning I asked you whether you like "Shu Jing" or "Wu Jing". You secretly told me that what you like is actually "Wu Jing". In that case, this God King I will teach you the "Wu Jing", but unfortunately, I and Fang Lao Er’s methods are different. If you want to teach, I will teach you what is good. Fang Lao Er looks shrewd, but he does not teach his apprentices. Well, I haven't learned any real skills. Now that I happen to have time, how can I not give you a good foundation?"

"Stand firmly!"

"Straighten your waist, stretch your shoulders, retract your abdomen, and lift your tail. Don't blow up your hair, don't pucker your mouth, don't cry in your heart!"

"..."

The little fox could only sullen his face, stance in earnest, tears streaming down his eyes.