Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Master Mu Chun originally had a beautiful idea - although the elder apprentice can think freely, he has a fickle temper, and although the younger apprentice can concentrate and meditate, he is a horny one. If the two little things can be in harmony with each other, then it would be great.

Unfortunately, it seems that the two of them are about to pinch each other before they have time to neutralize.

Master Mu Chun had no choice but to separate the two violently first, and asked Dao Tong to take Cheng Qian, who was sweating from sword practice, down to take a bath and change clothes, and then concentrate on dealing with his rather difficult leader. Talk about the "Qing Jing Jing".

Master's chanting perfectly interprets what is meant by "obstructing hearing and hearing". With his posture of a weasel and the voice of a duck, he successfully stirred up the hourglass on the table and made his disciple, who was the founder of the mountain, very upset and almost violent. Start biting.

Yan Zhengming couldn't bear it anymore, threw the carving knife on the table, and said angrily, "Master, what are you doing?"

The master didn't even raise his eyelids and said, "Disciple, you are restless. Let me recite a section of the Qingjing Sutra for you to clear your heart."

Just when the master read Yan Zhengming so painfully with one mouth, Cheng Qian came back. Yan Zhengming was suffering from a headache, and finally found a chance to make trouble. He sniffed slightly and said angrily: "You give him sandalwood Smoking clothes? What's wrong with this? Are you going to become a monk tomorrow?"

Daotong was obsequious, and he didn't dare to say that Cheng Qian was willing.

Yan Zhengming yelled at Daotong: "Change to Furong—"

The voice of Master Mu Chun next to him became louder and louder: "—so the sky is clear and the earth is turbid..."

Yan Zhengming was subdued by his voice, like sawing wood, and said, "Master, why am I so restless!"

Mu Chun raised his eyelids, and said calmly: "If you are not calm, you will be disturbed by external things, and you will be concerned about sandalwood and hibiscus incense. How about this, don't use your third junior brother as an incense burner. Youwei moved to your gentle hometown today, and read scriptures for you overnight, okay?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

This old weasel is addicted to chanting scriptures, and he will definitely do what he says in this respect. Is there any way to survive if he recites scriptures overnight?

Yan Zhengming had no choice but to sit down, smelling the sandalwood scent that seemed to him like rotten wood dregs, angrily picked up the knife, and carved vertical bars on the wood like whipping a corpse.

Xiang Lu Cheng Qian sat down silently and continued with his homework, feeling like a big rabbit with fried hair was sitting beside him.

Master said that Han Yuan was impetuous, and he didn't know who was really impetuous. At least Han Yuan was only impetuous on his own.

Cheng Qian began to discover the benefits of being with his elder brother-the superiority and the superiority.

When Cheng Qian gets serious, he can really "not be disturbed by foreign objects". He compares the door rules on the wooden board in his memory, and writes the blind post meticulously. He is soon immersed in the fun of writing, and lingers The sandalwood scent around him seemed to help calm the mind, and he gradually forgot about his restless senior brother.

Yan Zhengming was sulking secretly, and clamored for snacks. After eating, he felt so choked that he had to stand up and walk back and forth in the middle of the pavilion several times.

Soon, he found that no one paid attention to him. The master was sitting on the futon, looking at his nose and mouth, sitting in meditation motionless, still chanting words, still relentlessly immersed in the scriptures just now, and the newcomer The little boy embroidered on one side the words that he is inferior to a pig and a dog, without even raising his head once.

With the old and the young, the atmosphere in the pavilion was so quiet that it was almost stagnant, and even the Taoist boys standing beside them couldn't help holding their breath.

This serenity made Young Master Yan feel a bit of embarrassing boredom, he sat back in front of the hourglass helplessly, stared blankly for a while, resigned to his fate, picked up the carving knife again, and started the same practice.

This time, he didn't make any more fuss. It wasn't until the hourglass on the table made a soft sound that Yan Zhengming suddenly came back to his senses and found that his day's spell time had ended ahead of schedule.

It was like this for the next few days. Early in the morning, the four of them listened to Master's chanting without any regrets.

Master doesn’t know where he found so many scriptures. He reads one scripture a day, almost without repeating the scriptures. Often contradicts itself.

After reading the scriptures, practice the wooden sword.

Yan Zhengming really shamelessly pretended that he had mastered the first three moves, and followed his master to learn the fourth move without asking for further understanding. Li Yun also restrained himself a little because of his newly learned sword moves, and stopped playing with cats and dogs on the mountain all day long. Of course, Cheng Qian needless to say, only Han Yuan was still firmly dragging everyone's hind legs, and heartlessly harmed the bird's nest near the preaching hall all over the place.

In the afternoon, Yan Zhengming was locked in the preaching hall, carving wood under the cloudy sky. Cheng Qian was either doing homework on the sidelines, or helping the master to trim the flowers and trees. Leave him some snacks that children are interested in, and when Yan Zhengming is carving wood with deep complaints, he specially asks Cheng Qian to take a break and tell him some weird folk stories.

Yan Zhengming sometimes felt that this little dwarf was purely here to compete for favor, but he couldn't deny that with Cheng Qian next to him, he could sit close to Zhu Zhechi for a while.

On this day, the hourglass was clean, and Yan Zhengming's hand holding the carving knife was still a little numb, and he was in a daze. Just now, he felt the friction between the carving knife and the wood, producing some kind of almost mysterious power .

A slightly hoarse voice rang out in his ear: "Concentrate on it, draw the air into the sea, the day goes away, the day goes away, the far day goes back, and it goes round and round, this is infinite—"

Cheng Qian winked very much. Before the master could say anything, he had already stood up spontaneously and took a step back. At the same time, he felt an indescribable air current circling around him for a moment, and then returned to the elder brother like a river flowing into the sea. body.

That was the first time he came into contact with the oppressive secret realm of this world. Cheng Qian didn't know how Yan Zhengming felt at that time, but he heard a vague voice. The mountains full of aura are filled with some kind of echoes that are hesitant to speak. Countless people gather countless voices. Cheng Qian suddenly has a strange feeling. It seems that the distant past and the vague future are separated by the passage Nian was whispering, but he tried desperately to hear clearly, but those voices were like quicksand in the years, leaving him behind lightly.

Cheng Qian was almost insane.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his shoulder, and Cheng Qian seemed to wake up from a bizarre nightmare. With a jerk, he turned around and saw the real Mu Chun.

Mu Chun stared at him condescendingly, Cheng Qian was startled to feel the coolness on his face, stretched out his hand to wipe it, and found that he didn't know when tears were streaming down his face.

On the one hand, he was embarrassed, and on the other hand, he didn't understand why, so he could only look at Master blankly.

"The five colors are blinding, the five tones are deaf, and the five flavors are refreshing." The voice of Mr. Mu Chun seemed to be condensed into a line, and it pierced Cheng Qian's ears directly, "See more, hear more, think more , why do you want to relax? Wake up!"

The sound of "wake up" was like a slap in the face, Cheng Qian's head buzzed, and when he opened his eyes again, the senior brother was still sitting in place, as if he had settled down, and a pile of messily carved wood was scattered on the table.

Cheng Qian was rubbed by Mu Chun's hair in a daze, and asked, "Master, I heard someone talking just now..."

Master Mu Chun said: "Oh, those are the ancestors of my sect."

Cheng Qian was taken aback.

Master Mu Chun said: "My sect has been passed down for thousands of years, what's so special about having a group of ancestors?"

Cheng Qian: "Where are they now?"

Master Mu Chun said: "Of course they are all dead."

Cheng Qian's eyes widened: "Shouldn't you have attained the Tao and ascended to heaven?"

Master Mu Chun lowered his head, looked at him benevolently, and asked, "Is there any difference between attaining Taoism and ascending to heaven and dying?"

Cheng Qian said: "Of course there is a difference. Doesn't being able to ascend to heaven mean immortality?"

Master Mu Chun was stunned for a moment, then he seemed to be amused by him, and he didn't answer directly, but said: "You... Xiaodouzi, what are you talking about, you will understand these things when you grow up."

After finishing speaking, he walked a few steps, returned to the main seat in the preaching hall, sat down, looked at Yan Zhengming who had entered the meditation, and looked a little sad. Cheng Qian listened to him muttering: "Why do you enter the meditation at this time? You really know how to choose the time , where are you going for dinner?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

As a result, the dinner was moved to the preaching hall where "teaching karma and dispelling doubts". Among the scattered spells and scriptures, there was a roasted chicken in a jade body, surrounded by a pile of side dishes, and a man who was in samadhi and didn't know about human affairs. big brother.

Mu Chun asked Cheng Qian to sit on the ground with him, and he took a piece of meat for Cheng Qian lovingly like Uncle Han in the neighboring village, and pulled the paper copied by someone who didn't know who copied it over and put it on the tabletop engraved with charms, and said: "Eat more and grow taller—here, spit the bones out here."

Cheng Qian picked up his job silently, feeling that it would be difficult for him to have the slightest awe of this preaching hall in the future.

After the meal, Mu Chun wanted to stay to protect the elder brother, and asked Dao Tong to pack half a catty of snacks for Cheng Qian, in case he was hungry in the middle of the night. He didn't give Cheng Qian any more instructions, and seemed to believe that he would honestly copy and write the house rules when he went back at night, and would not come out to make trouble.

It's true that Cheng Qian can't, but it doesn't mean that others won't.

As soon as he returned to Qing'anju, Han Yuan followed him. As soon as Han Yuan entered the door, he made a fuss, took away Cheng Qian's snacks in the yard, and ate most of them with admiration. Pointing at the crumbs, he said, "What's the point of you hanging out with the senior brother all day—it's better to go with us every day. The second senior brother taught me several tricks, and I've almost finished learning the first style."

Cheng Qian hid the snowy crumbs, looked at the idiot of his junior brother with a smile, and said to himself, he has finished learning the first form, and in two days, he must be able to go to heaven.

Han Yuan pointed at Cheng Qian's small courtyard again: "Your place is too broken, and it is better than Master's. Tomorrow, you can take a look at my courtyard. There are ten seniors like you in my courtyard." , there is a big pond behind, you can go swimming in summer—do you know how to swim? Oh, forget it, you children who are raised at home are afraid to go out, let alone go into the water, I will take you there in the future, guarantee One summer, let you become a white strip in the waves."

For such kindness, Cheng Qian really thanked Bumin, he really didn't want to hang out with scum like Han Yuan.

Taking advantage of the time spent rambling, the little beggar finished eating the snacks brought back by Cheng Qian, and finally stopped the meaningless chat and got down to business.

He hiccupped, sat up straight, and said in a low voice, "Do you still remember what the second senior brother said... about the mountain cave?"

Cheng Qian had expected him to do this a long time ago, so he replied calmly: "Junior brother, that's against the rules of the sect - since you have already learned all the sword skills of this sect, it's okay, the sect rules Have you read all the words?"

Han Yuan felt that this senior brother who was younger than him was a bit unreasonable, so he taught him with a sense of superiority: "What's the use of memorizing the rules? I really have never seen anyone who is more determined than you. Didn't you hear the second senior brother?" Say, there is no sense of arrogance, and he is still a master of swordsmanship after he has learned a full set of swordsmanship. Step by step, how long will it take to dawdle? You can't be too rigid in life... keep that or something."

Cheng Qian: "Stick to the rules."

Han Yuan waved his hand: "What is love? Anyway, I'm going to the mountain cave, will you go?"

Cheng Qian evenly spread his "loyal and honest" face to Han Yuan, and said, "I dare not."

He refused without even thinking about it. Han Yuan was disappointed at first, and then a little disdainful—this kind of simple-minded little boy with well-developed limbs usually can't get used to Cheng Qian's "obedient" child who only knows how to do things step by step.

"It's raised at home." Han Yuan sucked his teeth and gave Cheng Qian an unhappy look.

As for Cheng Qian, he completely regarded his junior as a mangy dog ​​with worrying intelligence, and felt that all love and hatred for this person was a waste of emotion, so he took the teacup without any attitude.

Han Yuan glanced at him again, and for the sake of a pack of pine nut candies earlier, he gradually lost his temper. He had a little pity for "sorrow for his misfortune, anger for indisputability", and he was full of wild dogs and house cats. Condescendingly, he shook his head and sighed at Cheng Qian again: "The children who grow up at home are all made of porcelain."

In the preaching hall in the afternoon, Cheng Qian already felt the spirituality and hidden mystery of this mountain. At the same time, he also knew what Li Yun was thinking. Taking the risk of breaking the door rules, he probably planned to find a substitute for himself a long time ago.

Han Yuan spent a supper at Cheng Qian's place. Although he didn't convince people, it wasn't all fruitless. "Made of Porcelain" Cheng Qian politely sent Han Yuan to the door, watched him leave, and waited to see what would happen to this bully.

"What will happen if you break the door rules?" Cheng Qian thought casually, "Putting the board? Hitting the palm of your hand? Copying the scriptures—if you copy the scriptures, it's no big deal."

But he didn't expect that Han Yuan didn't come back until the next day.

The author has something to say: Note: "Day is death, death is far away, and far away is anti".