The essence of the refining period is to use the aura of heaven and earth to wash the body and achieve the passage of the veins. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info At the level of martial arts, maybe there were some secret methods in the past, and they could also open the tricks, but today it is a fool's dream.

Gu Yu helped Yuan Peiji break away from a big trick, and if he didn't talk about it, he had a few points of blood alone.

The creature was grateful and did what he said, and quickly took the lesson plan.

Sure enough, it was all theoretical knowledge. For this, Gu Yu stayed here for another day before he understood the principles of muscle strength, control and movement, as well as some practical tricks.

His current physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary people, but his strength is not unlimited, if there are many enemies and the situation is complicated, he can save one point.

And Yuan Peiji didn't doubt it, he only went to the grassroots level as a master, on a whim.

Two days later, Gu Yu returned to Baicheng and continued his previous cultivation days. Every morning, noon, and dusk, I eat gas, make incense at night, and study martial arts by the way.

According to his own characteristics, he has concocted a set of simpler and more direct techniques. And in addition to his bare hands, he also had a great interest in short sticks.

It's simple, easy to hide, and it's as simple as a folding stool at the head of the seven weapons.

Gu Yutuo Xiaozhai found a piece of wood, and then repaired it into a short stick of about 45 centimeters, splitting, sweeping, teasing, cutting, plus one, thorn.

It doesn't matter what the other party's path is, or what position it is, I'll use a stick to make it a little bit like Ah Fei's sword.

On the whole, the days are quite quiet, only Yuan Peiji is not worrying, and he comes to ask for advice in three days. Later, Gu Yu cleaned up, which is honest.

Speaking of which, in the territory of Shengtian-Baicheng, there is a relationship between the Zeng family, the Lei family and the Yuan family, which is enough to keep the peace. But he didn't want peace, he wanted stability.

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In the southwest, Shuzhou, LS County is Gejia Village, one of the thousands of villages in Shuzhou. There is no special feature, the ancestors have relied on the farmland for generations, and the only thing worth saying is that the village has a large population and is the first in the county.

It was night, and it was dark and silent, with no street lights, only a glimmer of light in the houses. In the courtyard of villager Ge Chao, it is brightly lit, and there are suona gongs and drums blowing.

Ge Chao has an old mother who just went last night. Before she died, the old lady instructed that she didn't want the bones to be gone, and to put it bluntly, she didn't want to be cremated.

The state has implemented funeral reform for decades, but the burial problem has not been completely solved until now. In some remote rural areas, burials are still very popular.

Ge Chao naturally obeyed, and invited two Taoist priests to do things.

"The edict of the Taishang, the lonely soul of Chaoru, the ghost of everything, the four lives are gracious. The headless is super, the headless is born, the gun is killed, and the diving rope is suspended. Bright death and secret death, unjust death, creditors and wrongdoers, and ......"

At this time, in the hall, the two Taoist priests were reciting the "Mantra of Rescuing Suffering". The two men were old and young, the old one was in his seventies, and his hair was white. The youngest was seventeen or eighteen years old, and although he was reciting the scriptures, his expression was very impatient.

In front of them, a coffin was parked straight and poked, and an old lady in a shroud was lying inside, her face serene.

After half a ring, the two of them read it several times, and finally opened their eyes. The little Taoist priest looked outside and complained, "This person is too stingy to even eat." ”

"Maybe people forget, don't mumble. The old Taoist priest reprimanded.

"What forgot, I just saw him go to dinner, I just had my heart!" the little Taoist priest was not convinced.

"Alas......"

The master wanted to train again, but it could be seen that the apprentice was really hungry, so he finally sighed, got up and walked outside. That Ge Chao happened to pass by, and hurriedly came over and asked, "Dao Chief, what's wrong?"

"Uh, what do you have to eat?" he was a little embarrassed to talk about.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Ge Chao was stunned, and hurriedly invited the two of them into the house, which was nothing more than white rice, cabbage and tofu and other rough vegetarian food. The little Taoist priest ate very deliciously, and asked while eating, "Master, how much can we earn this time?"

Lao Dao didn't speak, only raised a finger. The apprentice frowned and shouted, "That's it, why doesn't he put it on for a few more days?"

"Don't talk nonsense, eat quickly!"

Lao Dao was afraid that others would hear it, so he slapped his head hard.

Traditionally, people are supposed to be dead for 3-7 days. But the gang also knew that it was wrong, so in order to bury them as soon as possible, they shortened it to one day.

But for Taoist priests, one less day is less money. Celebrities naturally don't care, but they need it very much.

After the two of them finished eating, they returned to the hall to recite the scriptures, this "Mantra for Rescuing Suffering" is extremely long, and it takes 7749 times to recite it. The little Taoist priest didn't like this job very much, so he closed his eyes and lowered his head when he read it, as if he was asleep.

Lao Dao was helpless, so he had to move his body to cover up one or two.

I kept watch all night, and the next morning, Mrs. Ge came out of her spirit. A big cart has been lined up, the front is the hearse, and the back is the one who pulls the filial sons and grandsons, the one who pulls the band, the one who pulls the paper man and the paper horse, and so on.

"It's hard work, it's a little bit of a thing. ”

Ge Chao grabbed a few banknotes and stuffed them into Lao Dao's hands. He smiled bitterly in his heart, and had to salute: "Thank you, layman." ”

When the time was right, the convoy set off, throwing paper money all the way. The two men got on a bicycle and rode crookedly in the opposite direction.

After riding for about half an hour, we arrived at the outskirts of the town, where there was a small temple.

As soon as you enter, the courtyard is mottled with walls, and the original color cannot be seen, and the wooden door is also dilapidated, with a big lock on it. The two got out of the car, and the little Taoist priest was about to unlock the lock, but he suddenly missed.

"Whoa!"

The bike fell to the ground. Lao Dao also trembled angrily, hunched his waist, and coughed red.

I saw that on the wall, a circle was drawn, and in the middle was a big one, demolished!

"Master!"

The little Taoist priest hurriedly went over to help, and opened the door again.

The inside is even more shabby, and there is only one room in the main hall, which houses the statue of the Taoist ancestor. There are wings on each side, a bedroom on the right, a kitchen on the left, and a toilet on the left.

It is said that this old Taoist priest's surname is Li, and for this time, he looks at the Lord, and his ancestors have also been broad.

The south focuses on the Zhengyi faction, Maoshan is a branch of Zhengyi, and the Maoshan faction has one hundred and eight sects: thirty-six on Maoshan Mountain, seventy-two on Maoshan Mountain, and twenty-four Qingtang and three ghost factions and so on.

The old Taoist sect was passed down from Xiamao Mountain.

Shangmao Mountain and Xiamao Mountain are not the same, the former cultivates the righteous path talisman, which can drive ghosts and gods, and call for wind and rain. The latter cultivates poisonous spells, which are extremely weird and ferocious.

However, up to now, this sect has also broken off a lot of inheritance, and only a few runes and secret techniques remain, all of which exist in the mind of the old Tao.

He opened a meditation in LS County for 20 years, and he was quiet and timid by nature, and only accepted an orphan apprentice, named Li Suchun. In a place where birds like this don't poop, not to mention Taoist temples, even ordinary people live very hard.

There is little incense, and there is no offering, relying on monthly government allowances and sneaky practices, the master and apprentice can barely survive.