My lady, something is wrong

Chapter 991 Good Sister and Good Sister, "Tao Te Ching" and "Supreme Divine Mantra"

Taoist backyard.

The three followed a mosque person through a bamboo forest and came to a gazebo.

Outside the pavilion, a waterfall falls from the sky.

Under the waterfall, two white cranes are waving their wings and playing and playing, and they seem to be dancing.

I saw its light figure and graceful posture, like two young and lively girls.

"Three little friends, please sit down."

After entering the gazebo, a Qing person said with a smile.

The three were seated.

Two Taoist boys brought tea.

The mouth of the cup was steaming hot, and a faint tea fragrance came to the nostrils.

But the teacup fell on the table, and there was no ripple in the tea in the cup.

Luo Qingzhou looked up.

Whether it was the waterfall, the crane, the bamboo forest, or even the kind-hearted headmaster in front of him, and the tea on the stone table, there was a faint black air lingering around his body.

"Excuse me for asking one more question, the three of you want to enter my Sutra Pavilion, are you looking for something?"

A real person in the Qing Dynasty sat down with Fuchen in his arms, and asked in a warm voice.

Luo Qingzhou clasped his hands and said, "I need a set of exercises. I heard that Guiguan is a holy place for Taoism, so I came here to seek it."

Yue Yao said from the side: "At least three sets."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, and said again: "Yes, three sets."

Xiaoyue quietly glanced at the two of them from the side.

After listening to Daoist Yiqing, there was a hint of apology on his face: "If you are looking for other documents, records, etc., Pindao can let the three little friends in. But the exercises, I am sorry that Pindao can't help. My Ziyang Temple's exercises, They are all passed down from the ancestors, and outsiders are not allowed to watch them except for the disciples of the Guanzhong. Some exercises, even the disciples of the Guanzhong, need to be predestined to see them."

Luo Qingzhou said: "Of course we don't look for nothing."

Master Yiqing smiled slightly, looked at him and said, "Even if my little friend really has Taoist scriptures, a poor Taoist can't break the rules."

"Not only scriptures, but also various spells."

Speaking of this, Luo Qingzhou's face suddenly revealed a confident look: "Spells are also exercises. You give me exercises, and I give you spells. It's just an exchange of exercises. Why not?"

It's a pity that for some reason, although he knows all these Taoist scriptures and mantras, he can't practice them.

I don't know how Sister Yue practiced.

"Spell?"

Daoist Yiqing was startled for a moment, pondered for a while, and said: "Little friend, can you take out a song first, and let the poor Taoist have a look?"

"of course can."

Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate. After thinking for a while, when he was about to read out, a voice suddenly came from beside him: "Write."

Luo Qingzhou turned to look at her.

Master Yiqing immediately understood, and said to the outside of the pavilion, "Bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

The two Taoist boys heard the sound and quickly brought pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

A Taoist boy was holding an ink stick and was about to grind the ink when Yue Yao said, "Xiaoyue grinds the ink."

Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment, then glared at her and said, "Why? You research!"

This woman, why order her?

Obviously she is big, this woman is small, she should order her!

Dao Tong immediately bowed his head and retreated.

A mosque waited with a smile on his face.

There was a moment of silence in the pavilion.

Xiaoyue had no choice but to pick up the ink stick with one hand, and gently twisted her sleeve with the other, angrily said: "You wait."

When the time comes, go out, pass through the door, and see you!
I want you to kneel on the ground and study ink every day!

"what?"

Xiaoyue studied the ink, and suddenly found that there was no friction between the ink stick and the inkstone, but the ink came out quickly.

Luo Qingzhou dipped the pen in the ink, pondered for a while, and the ink fell into words.

Lines of beautiful small characters appeared.

Yue Yao watched silently from the side, and the jade hand in her sleeve moved lightly unconsciously, as if imitating his movements.

When Luo Qingzhou was about to finish writing, he suddenly stopped.

"Please see the real person."

He handed over the semi-finished product.

Master Yiqing took it with both hands, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at the small words on the paper seriously.

When he saw the last sentence, he was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and said, "What else?"

Luo Qingzhou looked calm: "In my stomach."

Daoist Yiqing was slightly startled, then he understood, smiled lightly, looked down again, and said, "This article is indeed good, but..."

He shook his head, returned it politely, and said, "It's useless to my Ziyang Temple."

Luo Qingzhou was startled, thinking about the next article, Yue Yao took the rice paper and put it in front of her, then stretched out her hand and said, "Give me the pen."

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, dipped the ink, and handed it to her.

Yue Yao held the pen, and golden characters suddenly appeared in the depths of her eyes. After a short pause, she began to write in ink, and each stroke landed on the small characters on the paper.

She copied the original characters.

When her strokes fell on it, the ink color of those small characters became more intense.

And when she finished copying the last font, there was a sudden "wow" on the rice paper, and a golden light lit up.

Immediately, those ink-black fonts, one by one, all lit up with golden light!
At the same time, one after another, the phantoms of the fonts are slowly swimming on the rice paper.

A real person sitting opposite was shocked suddenly: "The rhyme of words, the mantra of heaven!"

Luo Qingzhou and Xiaoyue on the side both opened their eyes wide.

Yue Yao handed over the article again, and said indifferently: "The real person will read it again."

Immortal Yiqing quickly took it and looked down again.

"Danzhu's mouth spits out filth and removes the atmosphere, his tongue is upright, he nourishes his soul through life, Luo Qianchi's god is evil and defends the truth..."

Do not know why.

When he read it just now, he didn't think there was anything out of the ordinary, but when he read it now, he suddenly felt that every word contained the supreme rhyme. When a few sentences were combined, it seemed that a piece of supreme exercise was running rapidly in his mind.

"Ok?"

When he was seeing the highlights, the following suddenly turned into: "..."

What's even more outrageous is that in his eyes at this moment, even these few dots are shining with golden light, containing the supreme charm of Dao!

He was dazed for a few seconds, then quickly raised his head and said, "What about the ones below?"

Luo Qingzhou still used the same sentence: "In my stomach."

A Qing person: "..."

Luo Qingzhou suddenly said: "I have another more powerful incantation here, which may contain the highest cultivation method of Taoism."

A suspicious look appeared in Yiqing's eyes: "The highest cultivation method of Taoism?"

Most of the cultivation methods that can be called the highest are in their Ziyang Temple.

Luo Qingzhou didn't speak any more, picked up the brush, and said to Xiaoyue beside him, "Research ink."

Xiaoyue pouted immediately: "Why don't you let Dayue study? She is not your concubine."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her strangely and said, "What concubine? Aren't you my good sister?"

Xiaoyue: "..."

"Humph."

She had no choice but to pick up the ink stick aggrieved and continued to study the ink.

Luo Qingzhou dipped the pen in the ink, pondered for a while, and wrote it down.

This time, he only wrote half of it.

Because this mantra can really be called a Taoist mantra.

"Really please..."

Just as he was about to hand over the article, a jade hand suddenly stretched out beside him and took it.

Yue Yao held it in her hand and looked down quietly.

After a long time.

She put the rice paper back in front of him and said, "It's finished."

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, didn't ask any further questions, and immediately started writing again.

Soon, an entire article will be written.

Yue Yao took it again, and after looking down, she put it away, looked at him and said, "Let's just write the Tao Te Ching, we have other things to do."

Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou nodded, took another piece of rice paper and said, "Xiaoyue, grind ink."

Xiaoyue said angrily: "Let Dayue study it once!"

Luo Qingzhou coughed, and said in a low voice, "She's not my good sister."

Xiaoyue said aggrievedly: "Is a good sister going to be bullied? You always bully a good sister, so can't you bully a good sister?"

After finishing speaking, she suddenly said "Bah Bah" twice: "She is not my sister!"

"Humph!"

With the presence of outsiders, she had no choice but to restrain her temper, holding the ink stick in aggrieved manner, and continued to grind.

At the same time, while she was grinding, she muttered to herself: "Wait, when I go back, I will keep polishing you like this!"

"The Tao can be said, it is very Tao; the name can be famous, it is very famous..."

Luo Qingzhou dipped his pen into the ink and began to write seriously.

Unexpectedly, just after writing a few paragraphs, a strange energy suddenly appeared on the paper. Starting from the first word "Tao", the ink-black font suddenly lit up with golden light, and began to quickly turn into gold.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly felt that the brush in his hand was as heavy as a thousand catties, and each stroke required a great deal of strength and mind to write.

The soul power in the body rushed towards the arm at a terrifying speed, poured into the brush, and landed on those beautiful fonts.

Strands of mysterious and inexplicable Dao rhyme rose from the font.

A mosque man sitting across from him was shaken all over, his long beard hanging down his abdomen was trembling, and the expression on his face was constantly changing.

The wisp of black air lingering around his body disappeared unexpectedly.

Luo Qingzhou soon became profusely sweating, and after writing only a third of it, he was unable to write anymore.

"Sister Yue, what's going on?"

He turned his head and asked, his face full of astonishment.

Yue Yao was stunned, and said: "Stop it. These few paragraphs are enough to exchange for any set of exercises in Ziyang Temple."

Luo Qingzhou struggled to let go of his fingers.

The moment the writing brush slipped from his hands, he seemed to break free from the mountain that was pressing on his body, and he felt a sense of relaxation all over his body, and his heart, breathing, etc. that were suppressed and unable to beat began to regain their freedom.

He let out a long breath.

Only then did he realize that the soul power in his body was running low.

At this moment, a clear and distant voice suddenly came from the back mountain: "Yiqing, show me."

Then he said: "Three little friends, forgive me for being rude. I'm in retreat now, and I can't get out from here. Let Yiqing receive the three of you. If you have any requests, Yiqing can fulfill them."

Immediately, Master Yiqing came to his senses, and hurriedly confessed his guilt, saying: "Three little friends, wait a moment, I will return as soon as I go to Poverty."

After finishing speaking, he immediately took the remaining scriptures and left in a hurry.

Luo Qingzhou had lingering fears and rested for a while. Fang whispered: "Sister Yue, what's going on? Why didn't I have this kind of vision and feeling when I wrote the "Tao Te Ching" before? Also, I can understand these scriptures and mantras, but I can't seem to practice. What's the matter?"

Yue Yao was silent for a while, and said: "Because when you just entered the door, the eight trigrams diagram awakened the Dao rhyme scriptures in your body. This is another method of cultivation. If you want to practice, you must abolish all previous cultivation methods. Because, forget the previous mentality and start again."

Luo Qingzhou was still puzzled: "Since I can't cultivate, why do I have those Daoyun scriptures in my body, and why did I have visions when I wrote just now..."

Yue Yao didn't speak any more, and just glanced at him lightly.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly remembered what the middle-aged Taoist said just now.

Could it be that the Daoyun scriptures in his body were condensed by Sister Yue's practice...

Sister Yue burned her soul to save him back then, dismembered her soul and turned it into energy to enter his body... So, she became one with his soul?
Xiaoyue at the side suddenly said: "No wonder you dared to take the stage during the frontier competition, and dared to say that you didn't need any of the skills of the Misty Immortal Sect. So at that time, you had already embarked on another path of cultivation."

Luo Qingzhou asked curiously: "Sister Yue, what realm are you in? Or, what realm is it equivalent to a soul cultivator?"

Yue Yao ignored them, took out the complete mantra just now, lowered her head and read it seriously again.

Suddenly, she looked up at him and said, "Why didn't you give me this spell before?"

Luo Qingzhou opened his mouth, was stunned for a moment, and said, "Sister Yue didn't ask me for it either. I gave Sister Yue so much before, but Sister Yue didn't have any feedback, and I couldn't practice, so I thought it was useless to Sister Yue..."

Yue Yao stared at him in silence for a while, and said: "When I go back, read any scriptures, incantations, and stories about Taoism and Buddhism, as well as about Confucianism and Taoism, to me."

Luo Qingzhou immediately said: "Okay."

To be able to help Sister Yue, he naturally wished for it.

After all, he owed sister Yue so much and didn't know how to repay.

Xiaoyue immediately said sourly: "No, brother still has to practice. How can there be so much time wasted on you."

Yue Yao didn't speak any more.

Luo Qingzhou said: "It's okay, I can stay with Sister Yue and practice together. In this case, when I am tired from practicing and resting, I can... ah!"

Xiaoyue suddenly grabbed his waist, and a majestic and cold expression that did not belong to "her" suddenly appeared on her face: "Say it again!"

Luo Qingzhou closed his mouth, not daring to say anything more.

Xiaoyue gave the two of them another cold look, then Fang let go of her hands and said, "Unless she calls me sister."

Neither of them spoke.

Another moment passed.

Daoist Yiqing came back in a hurry, with long beard fluttering and rosy face. Although he tried his best to keep calm and calm, he couldn't hide his excitement: "Three little friends, Master Ziyang has agreed. The three of you can follow Pindao into the Sutra Pavilion, and you can stay there for three months. You can read any books in it and practice any exercises in it."

"but……"

The look on his face with two pieces of paper in his hand is self-evident.

Luo Qingzhou reached out to take the first one, and said, "Then I'll finish writing the first mantra first. As for the "Tao Te Ching", I need to rest for a day before continuing to write."

Immediately, Yiqing Daoist saluted with his palms together, and said solemnly and gratefully, "Thank you, little friend."

Luo Qingzhou picked up the pen, turned his head and said, "Xiaoyue, study ink."

Xiaoyue: "..."

Red sleeves study ink, accompanied by beautiful women.

Luo Qingzhou's heart was full of pride, he picked up the pen and dipped in the ink, fluently, and quickly completed the first mantra.

When he put down the pen, his temperament seemed to change suddenly.

Master Yiqing's gaze at him changed from the casual look he used to look at a junior to a deep and dignified gaze.

Luo Qingzhou handed the article to him.

Daoist Yiqing took it solemnly with both hands, thanked him again, and then read it very carefully, engraving every word deeply in his heart.

"Three little friends, please!"

at the same time.

On a barren mountain thousands of miles away, a blood moon light suddenly appeared.

The people in Misty Immortal Sect who had already arrived were extremely excited.

(End of this chapter)