These Taoist elders, whose average age is above 100 years old, live a very comfortable life in Gujing Village.

Gujing Village is full of spiritual energy, which is not inferior to its own Taoist temple, and can fully meet the needs of daily cultivation.

What's more, now among the Xuanmen, several of the highest cultivators live in seclusion here.

Whether it is Mo Fei or the Jade Mountain Soul, the cultivation is unfathomable, no matter what difficulties and understanding, it seems that they can be easily solved when asked.

Therefore, the old immortals can be said to be a little unhappy.

With such good conditions here, it doesn't seem to matter if you stay longer, not to mention, Brother Mo Fei Mo Dao is still so hospitable.

All in all, after the cultivation of the immortal elders had increased to a certain extent in a short period of time, they simply stayed in Gujing Village, without the slightest intention of leaving.

The villagers were unimpressed.

Especially the older generation such as Zhao Wuye, they showed twelve points of welcome to the Taoist elders to stay in Gujing Village.

The older you get, the more you believe in some gods and strange things, especially some things that have happened in Gujing Village in recent years, which are obviously beyond people's understanding, so the villagers generally recognize the ghosts and gods, not to mention the elderly.

In the eyes of Zhao Wuye and others, there is an immortal chief sitting in Gujing Village, which can undoubtedly drive away evil spirits and protect the people.

This is a great thing for the village, and of course there is no reason to disagree.

On this day, the weather was very clear.

As usual, many Taoist chiefs and old man Zhang Zhongjing came to gather in the small courtyard of Mo Fei's house one after another.

At this time, it is already April, and spring is getting stronger and stronger.

Don't say that it is Gujing Village, it is the world outside the village, and it is also the grass that grows and the warbler flies, and the willows are still there.

Mo Fei's small courtyard is still full of flowers, quiet and quiet.

Everyone sat around under the vine trellis, sipping tea, talking about the mysteries, so comfortable.

Most of the time, it was the Taoist elders present who asked Mo Fei some questions about the difficulties he encountered in his practice, and Mo Fei gave some pertinent and targeted answers based on their actual situation.

After all, Mo Fei's cultivation is far beyond everyone else, and the answers he gives are often to the point, and the monks, including Guo Daozhen, always have a sense of enlightenment.

Although I only lived in Gujing Village for a few days, the harvest was really not small.

Whether it is in skill or Taoism, it has grown a lot, so everyone's conversation has become more and more intense.

Zhang Zhongjing and the others have just entered the Daomen, although the time is still short, but after a few days, they obviously have a certain understanding of the Xuanmen.

In addition, he was already good friends with Guo Daozhen of Baiyun Temple, and he was no stranger to Xuanmen, and his practice in the past few days made Old Man Zhang feel a lot.

"Out of the dust forest with fate, like water and clouds, a heart.

Two volumes of Taoist scriptures, a three-foot sword, and a five-stringed piano.

There is medicine in the bag, and the new poems in the abdomen meet the guests.

One grain can prolong the life of a thousand years, and slowly boast that the world has gold.

What the seniors said is really good.

The heart is like a white cloud, and the mind is like flowing water. The white clouds drift without roots, the flowing water is endless, and the cultivators pursue this kind of unrestrained mind, which is transcendent from the changes of the human world.

Outside of fame and fortune, there is no concern in my heart. In the past, although I also read some scriptures and the essays and insights of those who came before me, it was difficult for me to understand and comprehend the inner essence of them.

I don't want Xiaomo to teach the secrets of the Xuanmen in the past few days, to participate in the mysteries in silence, and to give birth to wisdom in the concentration, but it seems to have become enlightened all of a sudden, my Xuanmen Dafa is really magical. ”

Old man Zhang Zhongjing sighed again and again. (To be continued.) )