Minister Gu Ming can't take care of himself

Xu Guanchen was blocked by the wall by Xiao Zhi, and when he heard him say "you are looking for death", his heart sank, and he stood against the wall.

This thought, now it seems, seems to be a waste of thought.

Perhaps Xiao Zhi's love and hatred are both paranoid. When he loves you, if someone else says a few gossips, he will push that person to the ground to vent your anger on you; if he hates you, he wishes he could trample you into the mud.

Xiao Zhi pressed the back of his head very hard, and brought him in front of him, but restrained himself, he only kissed the corner of his bitten lip.

Xu Guanchen was lost in thought.

He also remembered the sentence his master said, breaking the precepts, there are only zero times and countless times.

He didn't care much at first.When I woke up, I only remembered the pain in my body.I disdainfully said in my heart, it's a violation of the precepts, but it's just mediocre.

But now it seems to be different, this time his ten years of cultivating Dao Xin was really broken by Xiao Zhi.

Xu Guanchen pursed his lips unconsciously, and when he touched the corner of his bitten lip, he endured the pain no matter how painful it was.

Xiao Zhi took his hand and put it on his lapel.

Separated by cloth, flesh and muscle.

Xu Guanchen looked down.

Xiao Zhi let go of his hand, still coaxing him awkwardly: "Go to sleep, I'll go out and practice the knife."

Xu Guanchen stood where he was, watching him go out.

Sudden lack of memory for three years, Xu Guanchen couldn't fall asleep, and walked around the main hall of Funing Palace lightly.

When Xiao Zhi went out, he took out all the memorials on the long case.

Xu Guanchen remembered that there was a secret compartment in front of the couch, and there were bright red pills in it, but he couldn't find the secret compartment after searching for a long time.

The hall has only been cleaned up, and there is nothing else.

If there is, there is only one special place separated by a screen.

Behind the screen, there is a small case, and in front of the case is a straw futon for meditation. On the case are some things used by Taoists, vanilla rosary beads, and tortoise shells written in hexagrams.

As far as he knew, Xiao Zhi didn't practice Taoism, so these things should belong to him.

For the three years I had forgotten, I lived in Funing Hall by myself.

Xu Guanchen sat cross-legged on the grass futon, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Meditate and practice the Tao, pay attention to the state of mind.

Xu Guanchen used to sit and forget himself, with a clear and clear state of mind, but now there seems to be something different.

He opened his eyes, twisted the vanilla on the desk, tied it in his hair, and formed grass rings, tied around his wrists and ankles.

Stabilize the five primordial spirits.

Meditate again in this way, more pure.

Unfortunately, Xu Guanchen lost his mind.

The book mentions such a situation, saying that when you concentrate your mind while meditating, you will find a certain place if you want to go somewhere.

He didn't learn how to teleport for thousands of miles, he just thought it was a nightmare.

In the dream, the red silk fell lightly, Xiao Zhi stuck to his neck, rubbing his ears together: "Little Taoist priest, your celestial fate is broken."

Xu Guanchen was aroused, and turned his head suddenly, Xiao Zhi was standing beside him: "Little Taoist priest, you have been sitting for long enough."

Xiao Zhi paused, then said: "Go back to sleep."