"The opportunity is just around the corner?" Cheng Wuhui was slightly stunned, and instantly understood what Zhang Daoran meant: "What can the Taoist master teach me?"

"Hehe......"

Zhang Daoran smiled softly and turned to leave: "You clean up a house by yourself, there is no bed, you can make a bunk on the floor, Cheng Yan will temporarily follow one party in a room." ”

Cheng Wuhui was a little distracted, what does Dao Chang mean by this?

Tell yourself that the opportunity is in front of you, why not make it clear?

Cheng Wuhui had no choice but to find an empty house, planning to clean up and sleep well at night.

"Whew......"

A wolf howl came from outside the Taoist temple, and the instinctive Cheng Wuhui turned to look. His eyes widened, and he was about to rush out of the Taoist temple as soon as he moved.

In front of the Taoist temple, Cheng Yan rode on the back of the old wolf, grabbed the old wolf's ear with one hand, stretched out one hand to the old wolf's mouth, and pinched a dog food in his hand. Wolves are ferocious animals, and it is undoubtedly dangerous for Cheng Yan to do so.

The next moment, Cheng Wuhui stopped, the old wolf opened his mouth, carefully ate the dog food in Cheng Yan's hand with his teeth, stretched out his tongue, licked Cheng Yan's fingers, and showed a trace of joy.

As soon as he put his mind at ease, the old wolf had already walked into the Taoist temple with Cheng Yan. The big dragon coiled into a snake formation cocked its head and crawled over. Cheng Wuhui was startled again, and just as he was about to walk over, Cheng Yan reached into his pocket with one hand, took out a stick of dog food, and put it in Dalong's mouth. Dalong opened his mouth, and Cheng Yan put the dog food in Dalong's mouth. The big dragon's head rubbed against Cheng Yan's body, showing a kind of intimacy.

Cheng Yan simply jumped down from the old wolf, hugged the big dragon's neck, and frolicked.

Cheng Wuhui was completely relieved: "This wolf and python are really psychic......"

The Taoist temple revealed auspiciousness everywhere, and Cheng Wuhui felt safe for a while, and couldn't help but pop up with an idea: "Cultivating here seems to be really a good choice." ”

Just thinking of the old father's eyes before he died, thinking of the old mother's last words, and thinking of his wife who left a book and said goodbye, Cheng Wuhui's gloom turned into a burst of heartache: "I can't give up!"

"Hehe..." At this time, Zhang Fang walked into the Taoist temple with two buckets of water, and looked at Cheng Yan with a smile: "These two beasts were not so intimate with Poor Dao before. ”

"Brother Fang, didn't you say they were naughty?"

Cheng Yan let go of Dalong and went to the kitchen with Zhang Fangfang.

"You haven't seen them naughty at this time...... Zhang Yifang said as he walked: "You should call Senior Brother Poor Dao, the teacher plans to accept you as a child, and we are senior brothers." ”

"Senior brother, then I will also wear Taoist robes, and I will also call myself poor?"

Two figures, one big and one small, entered the kitchen, and Cheng Wuhui showed a smile on his face.

......

After tidying up the room and walking out of the door, there was a smell of meat coming from the kitchen.

I looked at the sky, and it was completely dark. In the kitchen, Cheng Yan came with a surprised voice: "Senior brother, it's really fragrant, I haven't eaten this kind of meal for a long time." Also, the water in the tank was so delicious that I felt comfortable after drinking it. ”

Cheng Wuhui was shocked in his heart, his son followed him, and he had no delicious meals for a long time. The aroma of this rice was really tempting, and Cheng Wuhui couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The lights were on in Zhang Daoran's room, and he didn't know what he was doing. There is a lamp in front of the temple in the courtyard, and the courtyard of the Taoist temple is very bright. Listening to the conversation between one big and one small in the kitchen, Cheng Yan seemed to have forgotten his father, and Cheng Wuhui was sad.

"Alright, it's time for dinner. Alas... Senior brother, don't touch it, it's hot...... I'll be done. ”

Hearing the sound in the kitchen, Cheng Wuhui entered the kitchen. Zhang Fang held a large pot of vegetables and walked out, and Cheng Yan held the dishes and chopsticks. Cheng Wuhui looked at this big pot of vegetables, there was still a big pot of vegetables on the table in the kitchen, let open the door, let Zhang Yifang go out, walk into the kitchen and bring the big pot of vegetables out of the kitchen. At a glance, there were two larger basins, one containing large bones, and some steamed buns and some minced meat. There were more than a dozen big fish in a basin, and Cheng Wuhui was a little puzzled.

Putting the dishes on the stone table under the old peach tree, Zhang Fang took out the basin with bones from the kitchen, as well as the basin with the fish, and the old wolf and the big dragon rushed forward and began to eat. Cheng Wuhui realized that the two pots of food were for Dalong and the old wolf.

"Teacher, it's time to eat......"

Zhang Yifang stood in front of the window of Zhang Daoran's room and said, the lights in the room went out, and Zhang Daoran walked out of the room.

"Let's eat......"

Silent, Cheng Yan ate very well, ate two steamed buns at a young age, ate a lot of dishes, and drank a bowl of lotus seed porridge. Cheng Wuhui felt tasteless when he ate, and Zhang Daoran didn't tell him what the fate was, so Cheng Wuhui could only keep guessing.

thought that after eating, Zhang Daoran would talk to himself. found that Zhang Daoran took a copy of the Taoist scriptures and began to read, and as Zhang Yifang cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, he began to teach Cheng Yan Chinese pinyin.

Zhang Yifang was writing on the side, and Cheng Wuhui found that Zhang Yifang's calligraphy was very beautiful.

Zhang Daoran taught Cheng Yan Hanyu Pinyin, read it several times, took some rice paper and a brush, and began to teach Cheng Yan to write Hanyu Pinyin with a brush. As for Cheng Wuhui, he smiled wryly, feeling as if he was superfluous and shouldn't appear here.

After Cheng Yan could write Hanyu Pinyin independently, Zhang Daoran sat next to him and read the Taoist scriptures.

Zhang Yifang wrote a few words on rice paper, Cheng Yan also wrote a lot of Chinese pinyin, after the two stopped, Zhang Daoran put down the Taoist scripture and said: "Yifang, poor Taoist teaches you a new Taoist scripture today... Cheng Yan, well, tomorrow when the poor road accepts one party as an apprentice, you will officially become a poor boy, and you will be called Cheng Yiyan from now on. When Poor Dao teaches your brother the scriptures, you should also read them. ”

"Cheng Yiyan?"

Cheng Yiyan didn't understand the meaning of the name, but it didn't seem to be difficult to hear.

"Poor Dao is a Taoist generation, and you are a Taoist generation. Poor Dao ranks you in the ranks, I hope you can work hard, if you are like your senior brother, let Poor Dao be satisfied, Poor Dao will accept you as a disciple. Handing the scriptures to Zhang Yifang, Zhang Daoran said: "The Three Caves of Beads are hidden in it, although a very small part of it is included, the content is incomplete. "Three Caves of Beads" has long been dispersed, but this scripture in the hands of Poor Dao is the most comprehensive. It is an extremely precious scripture in the Taoist sect, and you need to recite it diligently in the future to be able to realize the Tao from it. ”

Zhang Yifang nodded, and Cheng Yiyan was ignorant.

Cheng Wuhui in the distance was a little surprised, "Three Cave Bead Sac" In the three years he was a Taoist priest, Qingwen Taoist once said that the scattered Taoist Divine Book, including "Three Cave Bead Sac". Cheng Wuhui didn't know how Zhang Daoran could have this kind of divine book in his hand, and it was still complete.

Cheng Wuhui didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't have much interest in the scriptures. When I first became a Taoist priest, I had to recite scriptures every day, and at first I felt a little mysterious. Later, Cheng Wuhui found that the language of the Taoist scriptures was as jerky and difficult to understand as the classical Chinese when he was in school.

After three years of chanting, Cheng Wuhui didn't feel any effect. I still have to be sad when I should be sad, and it doesn't help me to enlighten.

Zhang Daoran and the three seemed to have forgotten their existence, and Cheng Wuhui was bored and walked outside the Taoist temple.

Listening to Zhang Daoran reading the scriptures, Cheng Wuhui felt that it was better to look at the outside world of the Taoist temple.

Walking to the door of the Taoist temple, looking at the gray space around the empty island in the middle of the lake, as far as the eye can see, the surrounding scenery is not clear. The emptiness of Beisi Lake still made Cheng Wuhui feel empty in his heart.

"Outside Hangu Pass, Lao Tzu rides a donkey. Yin Xi Chongdao, Lao Tzu preached. The sage has few chances, Yin Xi heard that Fang became an immortal......"

The jerky and difficult sermon spread outside the Taoist temple, Cheng Wuhui didn't care at first, but as the second sentence of the scripture began, Cheng Wuhui was suddenly stunned.