On the ninth day of October, the auspicious day of the zodiac, everything is appropriate, and there is no avoidance of jealousy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo、

For this day, Wudang Mountain closed the mountain for three days, and a group of Taoist priests arrived in front of Zixiao Palace early to listen to the sound of the law.

The chime rang three times, and Lichen was dressed in a purple gossip fairy robe, wearing a Qing hibiscus crown on his head, and slowly stepped onto the stage.

There are more than 1,000 people in the Wudang Mountain and the large and small palaces in the audience, and the men, Taoists and women's crowns are combined, and they are sitting silently under the stage. Lichen smiled slightly. The Daoist Leader once said that he wanted to seek a method of practicing qi. But Wudang has already had his own inner Dan cultivation technique. It's just that few people can do it. The Fa is not passed on lightly, how many people can comprehend it, and how many people can attain the Tao depends on the fate of each person.

"There is no universal way, but there is a way to overcome him. Why? Man is the law of the earth, the earth is the law of the sky, the heaven is the law, and the Tao is the nature. If you go with the sky, you will succeed, and if you go against the sky, you will decline. The poor road is to answer the feelings of Wudang, the grace of Xuantian God, and open a method here. Those who are bound by dust do not come, and those who do not have the heart of the Tao do not listen. It is difficult for those who do not have the fate to enter. If you want to hear, there is cause and effect. Those who do not want it can be returned. "Lichen first talked about the threshold and exhortation for his own teaching. After all, there is no benefit for the unblessed to hear the Fa, but it is harmful.

The crowd showed no sign of leaving, after all, it was difficult for anyone to recognize that they were destined to be blessed. After the dust was gone, he didn't say much, and began to visualize the law of the Wudang Zhenwu Emperor, and asked the Zhenwu Emperor to recognize himself as a preacher.

"The method of practicing qi, refining gods, refining qi, thinking, guarding the knack, and inner dan. Refining the gods is the foundation of the aura. Qi practice is the root of aura. If you think about it, you will not be confused, and if you keep it, you will not lose it. Neidan is the source of aura and the foundation of life. People have seven tricks, and their hearts have ......" sat on the Dharma platform and began to sort out their experiences in practicing qi for a hundred years, which are contained in the classics, have the meaning of understanding, have the cause of speculation, and have the wonder of action. Gradually, even the dust itself sank into it, and then there were countless methods in the sea of knowledge, only countless methods emerged one by one, and disappeared one by one. The road of heaven, the gate of the avenue, the mystery and the mystery. If you don't care about the people below who listen to the sermon, you can understand it, everyone has their own way, and those who really have immortal fate will naturally have gains, and those who don't have immortal fate will still be empty-handed if they talk a few times.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and there were those who left impetuous and impetic, those who endured discomfort and begged for the truth, and those who had nothing to hear. Lichen slowly opened his eyes, and at this time, Lichen's eyes were clear, and preaching was not only a transmission of the Fa but also an examination of his own path.

"There is no light teaching of the Tao, and there is no light transmission of the law." Standing on the stage, Lichen finished the lecture. The Daoists in the audience were disappointed for a while, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to have the opportunity to teach the Fa after this time.

Just when everyone was immersed in the emotions of joy and sadness, the dust was already gone, and the front of Zixiao Palace was full of Taoist female crowns listening to the lecture, and none of them found out when the dust left.

"Look, what's that?" Finally, someone looked up at the sky, but couldn't help but exclaim loudly. Everyone immediately looked up at the sky.

In October of the second year of Zhengde, Wudang Mountain is now shining on the Zixiao Palace, and there are more auspicious clouds to congratulate, hundreds of birds are singing, and they can be seen for hundreds of miles.

In Jingmen Mountain, Lichen took the monkey back to the place of the last battle to find his lost peachwood magic sword. The temple has been rebuilt, much larger and more resplendent than the original. It's just that without spiritual attachment, it's still just a clay puppet. Lichen hurriedly looked around, and had no intention of staying for a long time. On that day, the thunder and earthquake, the mountain people cited it as a miracle, although the rebuilt mountain temple no longer has the magic to respond to the request, but still the incense is vigorous. Thinking that the high-level of the White Lotus Sect was wiped out, I don't know what happened now?

Lichen didn't know where his magic sword had fallen, and he didn't have a clue in his heart. The former cave has long since collapsed and is no longer visible. Three years, unrecognizable. The dust has stood for a long time. He began to sweep the surrounding land inch by inch with his divine sense, hoping to find his magic sword.

"Huh" Lichen suddenly frowned: "Why are you still here?"

Dusty spotted a red fox sneaking up on a pheasant's nest. Apparently preparing to steal the eggs and eat them. I haven't seen him for three years, and the fox seems to have lost a lot of weight. Apparently life is not good. Foxes have a limited lifespan. Three years is not a short time. The dust immediately flew over and stood above the treetops above the fox's head. The fox was immediately alarmed, and when he looked up, he saw Chenzheng looking at it with a grin. The fox immediately screamed and prepared to climb up the tree. However, foxes don't seem to be able to climb trees since they were young. climbed a few feet and fell down, and then climbed and fell again, Yin Yin screamed, making the dust sad for a while. I'm not watching the jokes of the fox climbing the tree anymore. He lowered the ground and picked up the fox. The fox is really thin to the bone now, and its fiery red fur has lost its former shine. Lichen didn't know why he was like this. It wasn't until the fox chirped in one direction in his arms that the dust realized and flew a few miles. A small mound was found. The mound was surrounded by footprints made by foxes. The dust was unknown, and the divine sense swept over, and the heart immediately softened. He touched the fox's head and said, "You are too thin, you have to follow the poor road to take care of yourself." Raise it, I'll take you to meet another guy. When the fox heard this, his big tail swept happily and tickled his neck.

In that mound of dirt was a dusty Dao crown, and it had been scorched black after the thunder and fire. I think that the fox did not go far that day, and must have returned to the battlefield after the battle. I didn't see the dust, but I saw the mess on the ground, and maybe there were still traces of blood. The fox did not find the dust, but found the crown that the dust carried. The fox must have thought that the dust was dead, so he took Dao Guan to his place where he lived, tired up the little mound, and never left.

Lichen returned to the collapsed cave with the fox, where the monkey had been waiting for a long time. But it seems that the fox and the monkey are not very friendly when they meet. The two guys' hair stood on end, and they glared at each other as if they had a grudge. Lichen started to have a headache, and it was okay to watch from the side, but if he let go of his attention a little, I was afraid that guy would fight. They haven't met, have they? How so? The dust is depressed. Only two guys can be separated. So a cave was opened on another mountain. Put the fox to the east and the monkey to the west. I live in the middle. Every time I go out to look for magic swords, I take one of them out. No way, who knows if he will see a murder scene after he leaves.

Half a month has passed, and the mountains, forests and ravines around the battlefield have been inspected over and over again by dust, but still no trace has been found. Lichen asked several times, but there was no news. What's even more terrifying is that his connection with the magic sword has always been vague, and he can't find the direction. After thinking about it for a long time, his magic sword must have been taken away, and he has the ability to suppress his call to the magic sword and cut off his connection with the magic sword.

Who took his magic sword?