Zhang Qi rode out, just saying that he would go out and try his luck and see if he could catch some prey and come back. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The people will be in doubt and wait for the miracle to appear. A few days passed, but the miracle did not happen, and everyone felt that Zhang Qi's words were just to show goodwill. Only Buhe firmly believes that what Uncle Qingmo said will definitely come true. Every day, in addition to grazing, he squatted beside the puddle and prayed silently in his heart.

The Chinkeller family, it is not good to stay any longer, and they decide to leave tomorrow. As soon as the day dawned, the adults began to get busy, and they heard Buhe's exclamation: "Spring water!" Spring water! Everyone froze, and then ran to the puddle. In the puddle, there are several springs visible to the naked eye, although they are not big, but such places are enough to surprise people.

The adults, forgetting everything else, were nervous and staring intently at the puddle. I'm afraid, this is just a short-lived spring. The miracle, after all, will not disappoint, and after an hour, it will no longer be a spring, but a fountain. In those places, the water suddenly began to erupt, and the jets of water that were more than one person high. The sound of rushing water, in everyone's ears, is the real, heavenly sound.

Except for Buhe, all the people knelt by the puddle. Prostrate, recite the scriptures, and thank all imaginable gods and bodhisattvas. Buhe was angry, waved his hands and shouted: "You talk nonsense! What does this have to do with the gods and bodhisattvas you are chanting about? This is the merit of Uncle Qingmo! ”

Buhe's words can be said to be a great rebellion, and they will be severely reprimanded. But here and now, all the people were suffocated, stopped prostrating, stopped chanting. None of them dared to refute it, and they all showed expressions of awe. Yes, in the midst of suffering, the various gods and Buddhas believed in from generation to generation can only be taken, and none of them really come to overcome misfortune. So they can only attributed to themselves, the sins are great, they are not pious enough, and the suffering they suffer is only atonement.

What step is it called piety? Except for the necessities of survival, everything else is worshipped, and the daily prayer is not pious enough? If you don't do bad things in your life, where does the sin come from? From a past life? Past lives? But doesn't the scripture say that if you put down the butcher's knife, you can become a Buddha on the spot?

A child's cry is like a stick to these adults. The child's heart has not yet been blinded by dust, and the truth may be seen more clearly. Thinking about the past and the past, adults begin to doubt their past lives and beliefs, and facts speak louder than anything else. Could it be that this wanderer, who is not amazing, is a god appearing?

In the evening, the sound of horses' hooves was heard, and all the people rushed out to greet them. "I've had good luck these days, I've hit some prey, and everyone will burn a bonfire tonight." Zhang Qi dragged the prey from his horse and said happily, only to find that everyone was staring at him with awe, and a few knelt down. "You can't do it, I can't bear it, I'll lose my life!" Zhang Qi said as he helped the kneeling people up.

"Brother Qingmo, take your good words, a miracle has happened!" Cheekler spoke excitedly. He looked at it for a while, and it was about to turn into a puddle in a small lake, and he said happily: "Alas! I said casually, I didn't expect it to happen, just to celebrate. Although Zhang Qi denied in his words that this so-called miracle had nothing to do with him, all the people walked up to him in turn, put their hands on their chests, and bowed down to express their sincere respect.

"This is the virtue of God's good life, I don't dare to take the risk, don't be like this! Buhe, get rid of these prey--" Zhang shouted as he bent down in return. In the night, bonfires are blazing, reflected on the small lake, and laughter and laughter echo in the night sky. You can find such a feng shui treasure in the beginning of spring, which means that this year, there is no longer the pain of migration, survival is guaranteed, and cattle and sheep can reproduce more. This small lake is hope.

The days passed again in plain and blissful life. Nourished by a small lake, it has a radius of more than ten miles, lush pastures and vitality. It has attracted a lot of birds and beasts, and also grown a lot of precious medicinal materials, grazing, hunting, and collecting medicines, and the living conditions of several herdsmen are no less than those of those big tribes.

Such a day, to Zhang Qi, is monotonous and fulfilling. Out of respect and repayment, other families rushed to help with the daily work of the Batu family, and when a group of children were free, they pestered Zhang Qi to learn skills. The cloth and the amazing performance made the other herdsmen envious, and they sent something over from time to time, and the meaning was very clear. things, Zhang Qi mostly resigned, teaching this group of children, but he was very attentive. Preaching and teaching skills with fate, Zhang Qi thought of himself back then, the mountain village inn, Yunmeng Thatched Cottage, Shizun, Uncle Dong, and————

Spring goes to autumn, and the herdsmen living next to this small lake are full of happiness. Livestock fat, multiply and grow, no disasters and no difficulties, everything is so wishy. Of course, there are also happy troubles, that is, the children of each family are a little disobedient to discipline, and they are not as easy to handle as before. The words that often hang on his lips are: "Uncle Qingmo said--" There is no way, what Qingmo said must be reasonable. Sometimes annoyed, imagine beating up before, these children, although they dare not fight, but they break free in a few strokes, run faster than rabbits, and find Uncle Qingmo as a rescuer.

The biggest change is still cloth and. is not the oldest, and the body is not the strongest, but he is a well-deserved child king. And when the children get together alone, everyone calls him, big brother. The other children were also arranged according to their age and ability, and they were all in a good way.

All children, convinced. Because Uncle Qingmo, in the story of the sect teacher who told them, this is what they are called, and the respect and humility of the elders and young should be emphasized. Unintentionally, it was the wind that rose at the end of Qingping, and many years later, it swept the prairie and changed the pattern of the cultivation realm. More than a dozen of them standing here, the so-called senior brothers and sisters, finally created a legend and laid a magnificent sect.

The horsetail is very rudimentary. But Zhang Qi feels that it is precisely because of its simplicity that there are not so many constraints, and he can do whatever he wants and pull out his heart. Every evening, Zhang Qi would go alone to the open field and play the horsetail for a while. At this time, all the people will not follow and disturb.

With the sound of the piano, Zhang Qi felt himself, ethereal, thinking and extinguishing, thinking or not, whatever he wanted. It's a rare, serenity, an unconscious, spiritual practice. Gradually, around him, many birds and beasts would stop and listen to his piano quietly. After the end, there will be various chirps, circling and circling, and then reluctant to leave, such as worship, such as thanks.

Among them is the steppe wolf who was released by Zhang Qi that year. Many times, after Zhang Qi finished playing the piano, the wolf king would meekly take a few small prey and put them in front of Zhang Qi. On another occasion, the wolf king came to Zhang Qi with a dying young wolf in his mouth, prostrate himself on the ground, and looked at him with pleading eyes. Now that you have spirituality, let's help it, and the little wolf will recover quickly. The wolves went crazy, raised their heads and roared to the sky, and then they all prostrated in front of Zhang Qi, and knocked on the ground with kisses.

The wolves roared in the sky, terrifying the herdsmen. When everyone was nervous, he smiled and said, it's okay. Not only is it okay, but for most of the past six months, the livestock has rarely been attacked by beasts of prey and birds of prey. Not to mention attacking, even if you see it from afar, those wolves will quickly leave. Another miracle shook everyone, and everyone thought of a sacred word in the scriptures: Words speak according to the law.